#If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 2

Okay so!!! Part two of this post about the DPxDC eldritch Danny fic that I'm now calling the peacock au lmao!!!!

(Chapter two of the fic under the cut) (Edit: You can now find part 3 Here!!!)

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When the feeling of being just slightly dispersed settles onto the outer layer of his skin while he’s lying in bed, Danny knows what’s about to happen.

The thing is, he’s in his pyjamas. Sure, he could just stay in his human form for the summoning- because he’s done it before and it went fine- but he never knows who it’s going to be, and being spirited away to some college students’ dorm in his pyjamas is embarrassing. And sure, having something appear in the circle in the first place is probably enough that they’re not paying attention to what he’s wearing either way, but he refuses to bank on that. So, with a sigh, he allows himself the transformation, his human appearance falling easily away. 

It always feels more natural to be a ghost during rituals, probably because they’re summoning a ghost and not a human, but still, it’s different. He feels that little bit looser, maybe even a little more himself, though he guesses being a bit more glow-y is just nice generally, and the space decals that tend pop up as part of his whole light-show-summons are a homely touch. On the other hand, it does make it harder to take stock of his surroundings when he finally fades into view wherever he is. He can make out vague grey walls and floors, but that’s about it. 

Well, that and the man in front of him. Blond, taller than him if he wasn’t in the air, somewhere past his forties, wearing a beige trenchcoat and looking oddly terrified. Danny can see his hands shaking just a little. Does he know this guy from somewhere?

“Uh, dude?” Danny calls, going for something light. It’s annoying being dragged from the comfort of his own home, definitely, but this guy doesn’t look like some cult member, and if he’s alone and this scared it might mean he really needs the help. Danny can sympathise with doing stupid things in stupid situations. “You good? You’re not looking too hot there.”

He knows he’s using ghost speak, but it feels weird to use English in a summoning like this, and fortunately, Danny spies a translation sigil wrapped around the inner centre of the circle, so he knows it should be translating right back to the guy in front of him. Very handy for language barriers, he’ll admit- and it’s working, too, if the reply is any indication. 

“I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

His voice is gravelly, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s nervous, doesn’t speak much, a smoker, or all three. Either way, probably not Danny’s business, and right now he’s just curious about what the man’s talking about. “Pits? That’s kinda vague, man. What pits?”

“The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. I… heard you could take care of ‘em.”

Lazarus Pits. He’s heard of those, Clockwork’s mentioned them a couple of times. They’re natural portals that open when enough energy is built up, and end up stabilising into the ground instead of collapsing to help seep ambient ectoplasm into the air. They don’t work as actual portals after that, but it’s vital to keep at least a few around no matter how corrupted they can get through human interference, because it keeps the balance of both realms steady. Having too many around isn’t a good thing, though, and especially not in populated areas. It can cause ecto-contamination, which is a lot more dangerous when you haven’t been around it since birth (or if you aren’t from Amity). 

Speaking of which, it certainly is stinking up the place, now that he’s aware of it. Or maybe that’s just Gotham, he’s heard a lot about-

Hang on. Gotham. Weird potentially magic dude. He knew he recognised him! That’s John Constantine! Danny’s heard of John Constantine! Sam’s got her fingers in enough credible occult spaces that they’re at least vaguely aware of some of his endeavours, but if he’s in Gotham then that probably means he’s doing something for the Batman and, wow, Danny totally would’ve tried to go more professional for this if he knew this was going to be his first encounter with the Justice League,of all things. 

Well, he guesses it’s too late now. At least the guy’s not being too weird about it or anything. “Man, yeah, I’ve totally got the smell stuck up my nose now that you mention it. Do you get that as well? Since, y’know, you’ve probably dealt with a couple ghosts.”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

Dang, the guy seems stressed about this. Maybe he just doesn’t like being in Gotham territory? He’s pretty sure he’s heard of Batman having a thing about magic. “Sure I can.”

“…Will you fix it?”

Danny figures that if they already know about his status through his Zone maintenance duties, and he’s going to be helping the Justice League, he might as well show off a little bit. Assenting with a hum and trying not to grin, he puts his hands to the floor, and lets his ectoplasm reach out to the source of the smell, sending a flash of light across the ground as it goes through. When it twinges back a response, he closes his eyes, and his energy curls around it, threading through like needles to seams, and pushes it shut with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it hadn’t been around for too long- barely fully formed and not even corrupted by human contact yet- it would’ve be a lot more difficult if it had. 

He lets his hands rise up again after a long moment, looking to Constantine for a reaction. He can’t quite gauge what the man is thinking. “Alrighty, that should’ve done it.”

“Uh… cheers?”

He’s about to say something along the lines of ‘no problem’ or ‘you’re welcome’, but then he remembers he should probably warn him about the aftermath so he doesn’t freak. “The pit shouldn’t come back again, but just as like, a PSA: you might see more shades than usual hovering around for the next while. It shouldn’t be too big a deal so long as you leave ‘em alone, though, so don’t worry about it.”

For all that Danny’s trying to be considerate here, Constantine doesn’t look very considerated. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“…Dude, what d’you think I am?”He replies, thoroughly bemused. Isn’t this guy supposed to be one of the League’s paranormal experts or something? He really should be able to recognise a ghost by now. “I keep your Lazarus Pits in check. You know, the pits of the dead?”

Okay, maybe a little rude on his side, but he thinks Constantine’s expression is a bit of an overreaction; he can see the sheen of sweat across the man’s forehead reflecting the light of the sigils. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“Well, I mean, this was a favour for Batman, right?” He asks blithely, pointedly not paying attention to the way the man’s face keeps contorting. He swears Sam said he was more stoic than this. “I’m gonna go- ‘cause I’ve got things to do- but I guess if something comes up I’ll come to you? Or Batman, since this is his city and all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

Figuring there’s nothing left to be said, Danny lets the return sigil on the edge of the circle activate and punt him back home, wheezing a half-sigh and arching his back once the wispy image of wherever they’d been recedes. He probably looks exhausted after all that- no matter how recently formed the pit was, it still takes a little strain, and he’d just been about to sleep before he got summoned- but looking in the mirror on his wall for confirmation, he doesn’t find his usual face. Something twinges against where his spine should be, confirming its own previously unnoticed presence in the mortal plane. 

…He didn’t go ghost when Constantine summoned him, he used his true form. That must be why he looked so nervous that whole time! And, man, ghostspeak never translates over quite right in this form, either- the Ancients use a different dialect to original ghostspeak- the man probably wasn’t hearing what Danny thought he was at all. What if the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because he was terrified? What must Constantine have thought of him? 

Crap. He has to fix this. How is he going to find him?

#Peppered in some of my own worldbuilding about ectoplasm/the pits in DC there but Still- #I just thought it'd be Really Funny if Danny had absolutely no clue what he was saying was coming across so terrifying #Like- sure he Can say that kind of ominous stuff on his own- but I think it'd be really great #If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it #If there's any mistakes in the please be kind I forget how to read when I'm editing- #Chapter 3's already done so I should be posting that either tomorrow or the day after!! #It'll pretty much be the conclusion to this whole thing but I've been talking to Bones and she's got So Many cool ideas #That I really want to make a part 4 for because they're really fun!!! #Either way this has been really nice to do!!! #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #peacock au

[cherry-holmes]

Happy birthday, Javi | Javier Peña x F!reader❤️‍🔥

‘Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña'

Chapter 8

MASTERLIST

Summary: It’s Javi’s birthday and you want to gift him something he has been wishing for a while: you.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female reader

Word count: +4k

Warnings: Established relationship. SMUT. Soft porn with a lot of plot😅 – Loss of virginity. P in V sex. Protected sex. Soft sex. Nipple play, oral sex (fem received), fingering. A brief mention of breeding kink. Praise kink.

A/N: It’s me, hi! I’m gonna be honest, I am so nervous for this! This is my first English work ever! And I’m not an English native speaker, but I am a student translator so I hope there’s no so much problem🥲 I’m sorry if you find some errors, please let me know if there’s any and I’ll fix it asap!

A/N 2: IMPORTANT BEFORE READE! As you know, this was the first work I published and, to be honest, at the time I didn't plan to turn it into a whole series. However, upon seeing the good response to this first writing, I was inspired to create an entire universe between our Reader and Javi. Therefore, this part now contains INCONSISTENCIES and INACCURACIES regarding the current timeline of the story. I decided not to modify it so as not to affect those who have already read it, but I hope that if you are readers of the original series, you can adapt it and understand the space-time in which our couple finds themselves.

I hope you like it!❤️✨

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Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, especially when it came to matters of sex. He believed that women had the same rights as men to explore themselves and have numerous experiences with their sexuality. There's nothing quite like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it.

But there was something about the fact that the only woman he had truly fallen in love with, his girlfriend, was still a virgin. It turned him on immensely. The mere thought of your innocence and the opportunity he had to make you feel truly good for the first time made him feel incredibly lucky. And also it made his cock throb.

The thought of you every night, and the things he could teach you in his bed, consumed him. His only desired was to lead you astray, turning you into a temptress. However, he never rushed you into anything you didn't want.

Of course, he felt disappointed the first time you both came so close to consummating your love on his couch, after a session of tender kisses here and there. He was already aroused, and he sensed that you were ready too. However, when you expressed uncertainty, he immediately stopped. He held you and reassured you that it was okay. He genuinely meant it, even though he had to take a cold shower by himself to cool off.

You had been with him for almost five months now, which really made you reflect on how quickly time flies. What's more, it was hard for you to believe that Javier had gone all those weeks without sex. He had a reputation, and you were well aware of it. He used to go from woman to woman; some of them you even knew from work, and others were his informants from the streets of Bogotá.

Initially, you were intimidated by his reputation as a heartthrob, a man afraid of commitment, as you had heard from office gossip. You didn't want to be just another one-night stand for him. You were the boyfriend-girlfriend kind of person. The dates, flowers and late night dancing kind of woman, someone who valued commitment, loyalty, and meaningful relationships. Plus, he was older than you, and you thought the age gap could be a problem when it came to establishing priorities in life. He was in his late 30s, and yet he didn't show any signs of wanting to settle down. It's not like you were desperate to get married; you were barely 26. But you needed to know if what you had could potentially lead to something more meaningful someday. You had a big crush on him and you wanted to make it last.

That's why you made him chase you for three months, wanting to see if he was trustworthy and if you were truly worth it to him. And then, after you said yes, he spent another fifteen weeks waiting for you, because he had fallen deeply in love with you. Your smile or even just a glance from you made his heart race every time. He felt like he didn't deserve the world because of all the sins he had committed, yet there was a piece of heaven in the shape of you right in front of him.

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It was the middle of June, to be more specific, Javi's birthday. You had spent the entire week asking him about any plans he might have for his special day, but he had insisted that he didn't want anything specific, just to spend the day with you. But you wanted him to have a great day to show him how much he was loved and important for you. And one of the things you planned was something he had been waiting patiently for quite a long time: you.

You were ready for him now. You had been dreaming about him all over you, his hands on your body, and the things he would let you do to him, and vice versa.

You two didn't live together yet, but you used to spend most days and some nights at his apartment, just like that morning when you woke up earlier than usual. He was still sleeping by your side, his bare chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. He looked younger in that moment, with his messy hair, his face at rest, and his always furrowed brow now relaxed. He looked so innocent.

You didn't know it, but before you, he barely slept. He used to have sex with women but always slept alone, or at least, tried to. He spent endless cold nights tossing and turning in his bed, attempting to forget all the blood and violence he had witnessed during the day. But then there he was sleeping like a child, knowing you were right there and you would never left.

You got out of bed as quietly as possible to avoid waking him up. You retrieved the small shopping bag you had hidden in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom. You had bought lingerie—a beautiful red lace babydoll that resembled a princess gown but with much less fabric, of course. The color matched your freshly painted nails, and your hair appeared even brighter with that color palette. You completed your look by applying a touch of color to your cheeks, lip gloss, and his favorite perfume of yours.

As you gazed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your cheeks flushed at the sight of yourself in that lingerie. You looked beautiful, and you had never felt more sexy. You returned to the bed where he was still in the arms of Morpheus. You lay down next to him, admiring his handsome features, and then placed a gentle peck on his cheek, hoping it would wake him up. But it didn't. So, you decided to gently turn his face toward you, using a finger on his chin to guide his lips to yours. It worked like a charm. He responded to your soft touch, kissing you back passionately. He purred with satisfaction and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. Then, his groggy eyes widened as they roamed over your delicate figure. Confusion flickered across his face for just a fraction of a second before he realized. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard at the sight.

"You like it?" Your voice was a whisper, and in that very moment, he was the only one in the world who could hear your words. "Feliz cumpleaños."

He looked up at you, grinning with eyes full of desire, and appeared so alluring, almost like the devil himself. He hadn't said a word yet, and you were apprehensive about what his voice would do to you when he used it. With just the way he looked at you, he had you wrapped around his finger. You began to feel aroused, and now you knew that there was no force in the world that could stop you from doing what you were intended to do. Your lips met his once more, and your hands found their way to his broad chest, feeling his smooth, tanned skin melting beneath your fingertips.

He broke the kiss again, this time to take your hand and guide you out of the bed. He sat down at the corner of the mattress, placing you standing between his legs. You couldn't help but notice the bulge forming in his sleeping pants, causing you to blush.

"C'mere, baby, I need to see you," he whispered. His hands roamed all over your body, exploring every ribbon and every spaghetti strap, caressing the parts where the lace were too transparent. "You look gorgeous," he praised and you felt the heat travel from your cheeks to your core.

You felt a little ashamed tho, not used to being so exposed to anyone before. On the other hand, Javi was mesmerized by how you looked, every one of your curves, and how the babydoll suited you so well. He couldn't believe that it was happening; he was over the moon. But he needed you to know something.

"Are you sure, amor?" he asked, finding your eyes. He did his best to be serious, not wanting to appear too eager and pressure you. "There's no rush. It doesn't have to happen just because it's my birthday," he continued, but you silenced him with another kiss, feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax even more.

"I am ready, Javi," you promised. "I've been thinking about this for like two weeks," you confessed, and he chuckled.

"You have?" he asked, and you nodded. He left a gentle kiss on your lips and seated you on his knee. "Look at me, baby," he said. "You tell me if you want to stop, anytime, okay?" You nodded. "As I told you, there's no rush. We'll just have fun as long as you feel comfortable. We're taking things slow."

You knew it! You knew he was the one. His words meant everything to you. You couldn't feel more comfortable and protected with him. Sex was one of the most vulnerable and exposed scenarios for a person, yet you felt like you could do it with your eyes closed, not worrying about anything else in the world as long as it was Javi touching and caressing you.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, mi amor. Do you trust me?"

"With my entire life, Javi," you answered.

He smiled again, proudly, and took you by the waist. Without wasting any time, he placed you in the center of his bed. You opened your legs, inviting him to take his place between them. He admired you from the top, your body so sexy in that garment, your flushed cheeks, and your shining eyes. That image used to be in his dreams, but now there you were, right in front of him, on the verge of being completely his. And only God knows how much he wanted to be entirely yours.

Javi bent over you, his hands caressing every inch of your body, worshipping you. His lips left wet kisses on the delicate skin of your neck, jawline, and collarbone. Your hands roamed his arms, where his prominent muscles bulged from supporting his weight to avoid crushing you.

And then you felt his hardened cock against your core, making everything feel more real. You moaned in the middle of a kiss, overcome by the sensation and anticipation of what was about to happen. Javi began to press his bulge against the delicate fabric of your panties, leaving a wet spot on his pants.

His hand reached for one of your breasts, gently caressing your hardened nipple, causing a moan to escape into his mouth. The touch sent electric shocks through your core, making you grow increasingly wet.

"Javi, Javi..." you cried out, moving your pelvis to meet him halfway, trying to alleviate the building urgency stemming from your clit.

"You're so needy," he whispered into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine and painting your skin with goosebumps. "Tell me what you want, preciosa, I want to hear you."

"Touch me, please," you begged as he moved against you. "Please, I need you."

"Fuck," he growled. His hands went to your back, undoing your bra, and he paid careful attention to the way your breasts were revealed for him.

His lips began on yours but then trailed down your jaw, finding their way to your neck. Wet kisses on your chest made you sigh, and then you lost all coherent thought the moment he captured one of your nipples with his mouth. Your back arched, and your fingers tightly gripped his arm. He moved to the other nipple, teasing with his tongue and teeth. Your whimpers filled the room, his name escaping your lips like a prayer, as you surrendered all control over your own body. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted more, so much more.

As if he were a mind-reader, his hand slipped into your panties. His thick fingers parted your wet folds, caressing you up and down, collecting your honey as they found your clit. A gasp escaped your lips due to the sudden and new sensation, feeling your arousal dripping from your sensitive pussy. You couldn't help but moan louder, your toes curling between the covers at the foot of the bed.

"You're so wet already, baby. That's so fuckin' good" He traced soft circles, bringing you relief. He teased your entrance with his fingers, but he didn't penetrate deeply. His thumb continued to stimulate your throbbing clit, while his middle finger attempted to enter you. You could feel the pressure between your folds, and due to your inexperience, it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Now it was your turn to slip your hand inside his pants, something Javi hadn't seen coming. He had been so concentrated on your pleasure that he didn't notice until you wrapped your trembling hand around his hard, warm cock. His skin felt like velvet under your touch. You began moving up and down, a little clumsy and uncertain if you were doing it correctly, but your desire was for him to feel as good as he was making you feel. In response, Javi let out a deep moan, his hips instinctively moving to find your touch, and he started whispering your name like a prayer.

"Yeah, baby, you're such a good girl," he praised, making you moan and became wetter. A few seconds passed, until he moved, ceasing his touch and forcing yourself to let him go. "I need to taste you," he said, slowly tracing a path with his kisses down your body, starting with the exposed skin of your breasts, then moving to your stomach and bellybutton, until he reached your panties. You watched as he positioned his head between your thighs, leaving gentle kisses on each side and slowly making his way toward your core.

"I think you don't need these anymore, sweetheart," he whispered as his fingers gripped the tiny straps on each side of your panties, slowly removing them. A gentle breeze caressed your wetness, and you let out a shivery sigh. He created a trail of soft kisses that led to your center until he finally began kissing your core. The sensation was unexpectedly delicious. You let out a cry and felt the impulse to close your legs, but he prevented it by grabbing you and making you stay still. You lost yourself in a whirlwind of sensations, where only you and Javi existed.

You were a virgin, but you weren't a saint. Of course, you had pleasured yourself before, often thinking of Javier Peña, but the way he was making you feel with his mouth was something else entirely. He was real, devouring you with the hunger of a starved man. His hands caressed your hips, your belly, and reached for your breasts. You couldn't help but whimper and praise him.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with lust. Unconsciously, Javi began to thrust his hips against the mattress, feeling the moist spot of precum staining his pants and boxers. His balls had become heavier, desperate for attention after several weeks without a woman's touch. Of course, he had taken care of himself, jerking himself off in the shower or during the nights he spent alone in his apartment. He always thought of you, reminiscing about your kisses, the warmth of your body against his, and even the way your pencil skirt hugged your heart-shaped butt around the Colombian Embassy.

"Javi... I... I want to come," you whimpered, feeling a knot growing steadily in your belly, signaling your impending climax. Meanwhile, Javi tasted your sweet honey pouring on his tongue. He intensified his attentions, fastening his sucks on your swollen clit, alternately licking your vulva and your entrance. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, seeking something to hold onto as you approached your powerful orgasm.

You shattered into a million little pieces, melting all over his mouth, your essence dripping from his chin. He admired your body as it trembled and unraveled in front of him.

"There you go, baby, let it go," he encouraged.

You lost track of time, caring about nothing else; the entire world had disappeared beneath you, and you couldn't care less. As you descended from your peak of pleasure, Javi traced a trail of tender kisses from the curve of your hips to your belly and up to your neck. Until you felt his lips on your mouth again, and you moaned when you tasted yourself on him. You wanted so much more of him, to spend your entire life tangled with him in his bed.

Javier felt your heart beating rapidly against his chest, and for a moment, he thought that you might be tired and overwhelmed. But you proved him wrong by starting to pull his pants down, freeing his dick. You felt his weighty member against your belly, so you looked down. It was the first time you saw it. You found yourself even more aroused, if that was possible, and at the same time, you felt a touch of shyness. By this point, you had allowed him to kiss your entire naked body, bringing you to climax with his skillful mouth, and yet, your cheeks burned at the sight of his cock above you. He couldn't help but notice the pearl-white drops of his pre-cum that painted your lower belly.

"Baby, if you're tired, we can save it for another time," he managed told you, even though he didn't stop you from helping him remove his pants and boxers.

"I want you inside of me, Javi," you begged, your voice carrying more desperation than you had realized. "I want to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."

"You're such a naughty girl, who would've known?" he chuckled.

"Only for you, Javi," you assured him.

His eyes darkened further, drawing nearer to your lips again. "I can't believe no one has ever touched you before," he said, "You're every man's dream."

"Many had tried," you confessed. He felt a wave of jealousy, because he knew it was true and he couldn't bear the thought of another man touching you, kissing you... It made him feel selfish, but he couldn't help it. "But no one but you was worthy. I waited for the right moment; I always knew it would be the right man. And I knew it was you the very first moment I saw you."

"I swear I'll spend the rest of my life being worthy of you," he said, dead serious, and you could tell from the look in his eyes.

After placing a peck on his lips, you said, "You can start by fucking me," with a shy smile on your face. You were attempting some dirty talk, but he could tell from the way you whispered and tried to hold back a laugh that it made you feel a bit awkward. He also promised himself that he would help you get used to it, taking charge of teaching you.

"Your wish is my command, bonita" he answered. Javi reached for the first drawer of his nightstand and, without searching too much, took out a condom.

He knelt between your legs, and you watched him put it on. He was bigger and thicker than you had imagined. For the first time that night, you felt a wave of nervousness coursing through your body, anticipating the pain you had always heard about the first time.

Would it hurt? Would he be gentle enough with you? Would there be any bleed? These thoughts raced through your mind as he positioned himself at your entrance, collecting your wetness with the head of his dick. He had been so focused on this moment that he hadn't noticed your worried expression until he looked up at you for a kiss. In that very moment, he stopped, his heart skipping a beat. He didn't want you to feel unsure or uncomfortable. His only desire in that moment was for you to have the best experience, feeling loved and well taken care of by him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. You shook your head to indicate that everything was okay. "Words, baby, I need you to use your pretty mouth," he added, his voice gentle.

"Everything's fine," you assured him, trying not to sound too nervous. "I'm just a little nervous."

"That's normal, mi amor, just relax," he replied. His lips met yours, and then he whispered in your ear, "You tell me if you need anything, preciosa. Are you ready?"

"Yes," you sounded more confident this time, and you could hear a smirk forming on his lips as he buried his face in your neck, and you held onto his strong arms.

Javi's hand traveled between your bodies, and you could feel him positioning at your entrance. The sensation made you gasp. Then he began to push inside slowly. At first, you felt pleasure, followed by a slight burning, as if something inside you were stretching. You couldn't help but wince and feel yourself growing pale. Javier didn't move, and you were grateful for that because you needed a moment.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper, his voice tense.

"I'm okay," you tried to convince him – and yourself – that everything was fine. But it wasn't; it hurt a bit, it felt invasive. You wanted him to continue, but at the same time, you needed a break. So you decided, "Could you... could you pull out?"

He immediately complied, carefully withdrawing, his forehead creased in concern. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No, it just felt awkward"

"Do you want to try again?" he asked. You couldn't tell because he didn't show any hints, but he was almost praying for you to give him an affirmative answer. He was as hard as a rock, and it was almost painful. However, he wouldn't push you to do something that might hurt you, so he remained patient and reminded himself that he had a whole lifetime to wait for you to be ready.

"I do," you murmured. He nodded, kissed you again, and continued. He left soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. You smell so good, like a mix of fresh flowers and fruits, he thought. It drove him completely insane.

"Relax, bonita. You're doing so fuckin' well," he praised. This time, when you felt him inside, it didn't hurt as much as before. On the contrary, it became a pleasant sensation.

Then you realized that he wasn't fully inside yet. As he continued to push, stretching you further, any discomfort faded away.

"You feel so good," Javier took his time to start moving slowly. His chest touch your nipples, stimulating them, making you increased your soft cries of pure pleasure. That was when all uncertainty disappeared. You began to feel incredible. Moan built up in your chest and escaped your throat. Javier was captivated by your gaze as you saw him directly in his eyes, and the way your lips parted to release cute moans and sighs.  Nose, cheeks, and chest turned red, the frown on your brow, and the way you scrunch your nose. He wouldn't last long. You looked so cute and sexy at the same time. You were a completely goddess, so pure and gorgeous.

His face disappeared between your hair and neck, leaving soft kisses and tasting your essence, whispering your name right into your ear amidst his own moans and pleasure-filled grunts.

"¿Te gusta, mi amor?" he wanted to hear you, although your mouth emitted the most sensual sounds he had ever heard.

"Si...," you could barely speak; the bliss was too intense, rendering you almost speechless. He was fucking you completely dumb. "Si, Javi, así me gusta."

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. He rose to his knees again, his hands firmly gripping your hips to raise them and thrust harder. He was captivated by the way your beautiful breasts bounced, your face lost in pleasure, goosebumps covering your body. The morning sun illuminated your skin and hair.

He knew he wouldn't last, but he needed to make you cum again. Using his thumb, he began tracing circles on your swollen clit, sending you into an intense spiral of raw pleasure. Your back arched of its own accord, and your hand clutched his wrist just to have something to hold onto.

"¡No pares, Javi!" you whimper, so ecstasy-filled, begging him to keep fucking you like that. "Oh, you feel so good, Javi. I... I'm..."

"Cum for me, baby," he encouraged, "I wanna see you fucking cumming on my cock."

And then another wave of pure chaos consumed you. You threw your head back against the pillow, digging your nails into the muscles of his beautiful, strong arms. You felt your world crumbling beside you, and imploring again.

Javier had never cum as hard as he did the very moment he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. His balls throbbed as he cum inside of you. He was so deep on you, filling the condom with his thick, warm load and he couldn't help but imagine your pussy filled with his cum. Carrying his baby...

A couple of seconds passed until you both came down from the clouds. Javi pull out before went completely soft. He reach again for his night table and looked for a box of Kleenex and started cleaning the mess he made. And then he cleaned you, so gentle and caring. Then, he lay next to you, pulling your naked and warm body to his, kissing the top of your head.

"How do you feel, bonita?" he wanted to know. With one hand he traced soft circles on your arm, and with the other he massaged your head, making you feel sleepy.

"Amazing," you mumbled.

"Sleep, baby, you sound tired," he spoke in a soothing tone.

"But I've plan an entire birthday for you..." you tried to say, but your body felt so relaxed and exhausted.

"We have an entire life to do whatever you want, mi vida hermosa," he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and thighed his embrace around your body. "Now sleep, baby."

"Happy birthday, Javi," those were your last word before fell asleep on his arms, bodies tangled and hearts still racing.

Javier Peña wasn't a selfish man, but he wanted you to be his for as long as he may live.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[alltoomaples]

you are in love - CL

pauses, then says "You're my best friend" and you knew what it was, he is in love

pairing: artist!fem reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: recalling the moment when everyone except you two sees that you were meant to be together

note: i've visioned taylor swift songs as originals by the reader in the writings hence using it for fictional reasons only. Sending no hate and/or shade towards the girls Charles had dated previously/dating currently. All my love and respect for them and their privacy. French phrases and words are from google translate so apologies for any errors found.

a/n: here's a looooonng post that hopefully makes up to all my lack of writing pace. i'm picturing a part 2 for this one but i'll let you guys decide about it. i really appreciate your support and love! thank you for putting up with the slowest writer to exist. hope you'll enjoy this as much as i did. happy reading!

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. . . .

It all started in the year 2006 when you attended your first karting race with your dad. He is your guy who introduced you into the world of motorsport and ever since you heard the sound of fast cars and that smell of burnt tyres and gasoline on the very first day of attending monaco grand prix, you fell in love with the sport. Specially and specifically, that fast red car, Scuderia Ferrari.

You developed a passion to drive so you asked your dad if he would take you along to karting that he goes during weekends with his best friend, Hervé Leclerc. Your dad never thought you would become his best pal and share the same found of interest in the sport, so he was over the moon when you asked him.

After a month, you joined your dad and even practiced kart races with your new friends, Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. As much as you wished to be a racer and race along your kart friends, you were more into music and that was priority for you. So you go to the race events to cheer for your friends as much as possible.

Just as any other day, the three of you went on kart race. And not to mention, the trio were very much competative than intended to which made these races highly intense and interesting.

“You two are going down today” Pierre said, as he wore his gloves. “In your dreams, Gasly!” Charles said, strapping in his suit. You shook your head while picking your helmet, walking towards the two of them. “Well nice chat boys but that podium is mine” You say, wearing your helmet and then ruffled their heads.

And just like you said, the podium was yours. You crossed the line first, following Charles and Pierre. Your dads watching you three and cheered you on. The track team handed you trophies and just like champange on motorsport, you were given carbonated drinks that fuzzed out just the same and the boys sprayed all over on you while you did the same going left and right with your eyes closed.

Jules, Charles’s godfather, came over to us to congratulate, giving you the biggest hug first. “Hello?? nous avons également remporté une victoire aujourd’hui" (we also got a win today) Pierre said, making us all fall in a laughter as we broke the hug.

“Eh bien, le gagnant mérite un long câlin" (Well the winner deserves a long hug) Jules said, running his hand over your head as he leaned in to kiss your head. “I agree with Jules” Charles said, while Jules stood between the boys. Charles looked at you and cheered on.

“Et c’est mon meilleur ami vous les gars !! Le gagnant est mon meilleur ami!" (And that’s my best friend you guys!! The winner is my best friend!)

You felt giddy when he said that out loud, your and his dad alog with Jules witnessing the moment. You and Charles shared the same thought as you two started running towards each other, engulfing in a hug. Smiles and laughs all around you.

“Hey attendez-moi!!" (wait for me) said Gasly as he joined you two in a group hug.

And that’s when you made your best friend for life.

. . . .

You eventually went on your journey to pursue your dreams of being a musician. While working on it, you also decided to study your masters in Literature for fun as you adore reading and writings of the great authors and writers of old times. You got aceepted in New York University for September intake of 2018. The very same year when Charles got his seat in Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 team.

You were thankful that you were there when he received this news and you were so over the moon for him. It wasn’t just his dream but yours too. You still to this day, remember how it was revealed all too well.

“Charles, Y/N is here!” Pascale gave you a hug as she welcomed you in. And he walks down into the room, seeing the two of you have a talk.

“Did you hear anything from the universities you had applied for?” Charles asks, getting you a glass of water as you all stood in the open kitchen. You looked at him with a staright face, and that’s when he slammed both of his on the counter.

“NO WAYYYYY!! vous l’avez n’est-ce pas??” (you got it didn't you?) he exclaimed, jumping with happiness which made you laugh.

“Uhhhuh, New York Univeristy!! Et ce n’est pas moi, tu l’as aussi Charles” (and its just not me, you got it too charles) you say, this time you jumping with excitement and on verge of tears.

“Hold on, est-ce que tu lui as fait demander une demande pour moi aussi maman??” (did you made her apply for an application for me as well maa) Charles asks Pascale, making her laugh and nods her head no. As you shook your head, you call out for Arthur and Lorenzo as you grab your phone and go to Charles to show him.

“Charles Leclerc, vous êtes maintenant pilote de Formule 1 pour Alpha Romeo Sauber" (Charles Leclerc, you're now a Formula 1 driver for Alpha Romeo Sauber) You say, your voice breaking as tears started spilling out of your eyes. Pascale gasped, Lorenzo and Arthur with mouths wide open while Charles stood still, looking and re-reading the post. He chuckled as he had no words to say. He turned towards you, eyes filled with tears as you hugged him.

“Vous l’avez fait. Vous en avez fait le meilleur ami!!" (You made it. You made it best friend!!) You say, swinging side to side as you hold him tight while the two of you cried on each other’s shoulders.

“Non, nous l’avons fait! Parce que je ne pourrais pas le faire sans toi (no, we made it! cause i couldn't done this without you)” He whispered as he brings you much closer than before.

“Je suis tellement fier de toi Charles! Et votre père et Jules aussi!" (i'm so proud of you charles! and so is your dad and jules) You say before you break your hug. You wipe off his tears with your thumb and pat his back. He then walks over to his brothers while you hug Pascale, she congratulates you as well.

They open up a bottle of wine and celebrate together with the whole families around at Leclercs, for all the new beginnings that’s about to embark. And as the leclerec brothers were chatting up about it, Charles zoned out as he looked at you, talking with his mom. He felt so content, safe and grateful that he had you since day 1, through all the ups and downs, through the dark times with his dad and his godfather passing away, the two of you always picked each other up like always.

But this time, he felt something within him that he couldn’t explain. He sees you laughing with his maman, looking simply gorgeous with this glow that he thought how has he never saw this until now. Am i falling for Y/N? Charles thought to himself but his train of thoughts couldn’t run any further as he heard the glass tapping.

“I’d like to make a toast, to my families, Y/L/Ns and Leclercs, for all the support and love you have given me. I couldn’t have made it here without you guys. To papa Leclerc and Jules, me and charles are gonna make you so proud! and last but not least, Charles Leclerc!” You say, hold your glass towards his direction. “Je ne serais pas venu ici sans toi, mon meilleur ami! Voici de nouveaux départs!!” (I wouldn't have made here if it weren't for you, my best friend! Here's to new beginnings!!)

“Hear Hear” everyone erupts, clinking their glasses as you two hold each others gazes, raising your glasses to one another.

There’s a photo session to remember that very night. Many polaroids for everyone. At the end of the day, Charles took one polaroid of the two of you, smiling as he held it in his hand. He went into his room and stood in front of the picture frame he had, one with his dad and other with Jules. He sighed to himself as he continued his trail of thoughts that he had.

“Je ne sais pas si cela arriverait de sitôt ou tard, mais je pense que c’est elle” (I don’t know if this would happen anytime soon or later but i think she's the one) he says to himself.

And on the other side, as soon as you reached home and said your goodnights to your parents, you went in your room. You changed into your pjs and then you found the polaroids sticking out of your coat. You took them out and held in your held, as you sat on your bed. You felt something that you couldn’t explain. Was it giddy or the so called butterfly effect? you thoughts went on and on to the point you started thinking ‘am i falling for him?’.

You stood up quick, twirling around but shook your head to not build in too much hopes.

He’s my best friend, you mumbled.

You went near your desk where you had a picture of you and Jules on the day you won the podium at kart race. You placed the polaroid next to him as you sighed with a smile on your face.

“Jules, si c’est lui, j’attendrai que tu me donnes un signe. Et j’espère que tu m’attendras, mon meilleur ami” (Jules, if he's the one, I'll wait for you to give me a sign. And I hope you'll wait for me too, my best friend)

. . . .

Fast forward to 2020, you were now officially working with a music label as a songwriter. You wanted to work first as writer and when it’s the right time, you’ll become a music artist yourself someday. As you worked on your dreams in London, Charles was chasing down his. He was now officially driving for the red team you two dreamed and grew up as fans, Scuderia Ferrari. Even if you were miles apart, you’d still keep a close eye on your best friend.

When you went to New York for your masters, you two would keep in touch soo often that eventually, it turned from daily calls, to one day a week, then eventually, one day in a month to end up with random texts in months or so. At this point it felt like what you had felt before you left Monte Carlo was nothing but emotional of saying goodbyes. You still held to the last string of hope but only to get shattered when you saw the headlines of him being in a relationship. You were happy for the couple, you really did. And yet through all this only one person knew you actually weren’t.

“Pierre, je vais vraiment bien. Ne vous inquiétez pas à ce sujet” (I'm fine really. Don't worry about it) You said, sipping your coffee as you were invited by him and his girlfriend who also was your classmate from highschool, Kika at the cafe as you were attending the British Grand Prix. “Kika s’il vous plaît aidez-moi ici” (Kika please help me out here) you pleaded to her, squeezing her hand which made her chuckle.

“Y/N i love you but we’re just checking in on you. From what he’s told me, it seems like you two were the ones” Kika expressed, giving you a smile. You pulled your tongue towards the both, making them laugh.

“Well i appreciate you two for caring about me but trust me, there wasn’t even something to begin with and he seems quite happy with her, at least she’s better for him than the previous one duh” You say, stating the obvious. “All i care is as long as he’s happy, i’m happy!” You say, leaning back on your chair.

“In that case, we need to set up a date for you!” Pierre says, looking at you. Kika clapped her hands, nodding her head as she agreed. “We’ll set a blind date for you!” Kika exclaimed with excitement in her tone. “You guys don’t have to-” “Nope, and its a done deal! Now i’ll see you ladies at the end of the practice session” Pierre cut you off as he stood up, hugged me and then Kika as they shared a quick kiss before he runs down to AlphaTauri HQ.

“Soo is it cool to deny the offer of blind date” You say to Kika while interwining your arm with hers. “Oh mon dieu tu vois quelqu’un!?!” (Oh my god you are seeing someone) She said, shock all over her face as you laughed.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Well Pierre didn’t let me!”

“That’s true! Now who’s the guy, parlez-moi de lui” (tell me about him) Kika said as you two exited the cafeteria.

“Well its not like we’re seeing each other exclusively. We just hitted off during one of the writing sessions. His name’s Brad, he’s an artist. We went out for drinks and then i asked if he was interested to tag along on F1 race with me and he said yes. He wanted to come for today but he had practice session at studio so he’ll be joining on race day” You say, smile all over your face. Kika engulfed you in a hug as she twirled around you.

“I’m soo happy and i cannot wait to Brad and tell all embarrasing stories” “Va te faire foutre!” (Fuck off).

Eventually that day you got a call from work soo you had to skip friday and saturday session, which meant you weren’t able to surprise Charles. And on the race day, you came along with Brad. You introduced him to Kika and Pierre as you ran into them while making your way to the F1 paddock. You quickly excused yourself as you wanted to surprise Charles.

As you entered the Ferrari Garage, you came across Andereas, Joris and Lorenzo. You chatted with them for a while and before you knew it, Charles walks out of his room.

“Joris, you left your-” Charles stopped himself from talking as he stood still. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing or at the moment he questioned whether he was hallucinating.

“Est-ce que je vois des choses ou est-ce que c’est vraiment vous??” (am i seeing things or is it actually you) He mumbled, making all fall in pits of laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“Eh bien, belle façon de dire que tu m’as manqué aussi trou du cul” (well, nice way of saying I missed you too asshole) You say as he runs to you and engulfs you in a big hug. And god did you miss these hugs!!

“Bonjour meilleure amie” he whispers with a big smile. “Bonjour meilleur ami” you whisper back with a bigger smile. (hello best friend)

The race had ended and Charles finished P4. Knowing Charles, you knew he’d beat himself up for not getting podium, but he really did a great job in your opinion. Once the post-race events were done, Charles came back to the motorhome to find you squealing out loud.

“C’est mon meilleur ami! Forza Charles Forza Ferrari” (That’s my best friend!) You say as you jump run towards him, tackling in a hug. Everyone in the room chants along, making him feel mood-boosted. You broke the hug and grabbed his face in your palms.

“Je suis si fière de toi Leclerc” You whispered to him, looking straight in his eyes. The two of you get a bit lost in each others eyes until Kika and Brad came by next to you. “Merci Y/N/N” He whispers back to you.

“Hey why don’t we celebrate tonight before you head off to your next destination?” Brad suggests, Kika nodding in and so did you. “That’s would be great! What do you say?” You ask Charles and he simply nodded in while his phone started ringing.

“It’s my girlfriend, i gotta take this” He says, suddenly the atmosphere turned upside down awkard. You quickly spoke out before things went anymore weird. “Oh sure! Tell her we said hey and i’ll text you the venue and timings. See you tonight” You said in a hurry and Charles gave a small smile before he left the premise.

“I guess we better get this party started” Kika said, grabbing you by your shoulder as she saw your expression got changed. You quickly shared a smile and made your way out.

The party was great. You tried to get your mind off and talked with Brad and Kika more instead because Kika and you agreed that you might make things more akward than the afternoon events.

As you were getting drinks with Kika, Brad sat around with Pierre and Charles. Charles was engaging with Brad to get to know him and Pierre was holding back his eye rolls so bad.

“At one point, we envy you alot mate” Brad said to Charles, confusion written all over the face of the monegasquean. “May I ask why?” Pierre said, letting a chuckle out.

"That’s cause you’ve got no idea how much y/n talks about you, Charles. She really goes on and on about you, your friendship and how you're her favourite person and best friend. She really looks up and cares about you mate” Brad said with a smile over his face.

At this point, Charles looks down at his hand before he looked up to see you, standing there while you laughed about something Kika said. At that moment, he felt like it was that moment before you two left. A deep sigh left from his mouth as you caught him, staring at you. You pulled your tongue at him, making him chuckle.

“She’s the best person ever and anyone that has her in their life, they’re the most luckiest ones” Charles says, looking back at his empty glass before looking at Brad.

“I don’t know about you two, but you seems to be gentleman. Do look after her, even if she says she don’t need anyone, that’s when you really need be there” Charles spills out his emotions, making himself think that he had enough drinks. He excused himself for the bathroom.

“Pierre, not trying to intrude personally, but does y/n and Charles realize they’re more than friends at this point?” Brad asks out of curosity.

“I’ve been waiting and pining for these two for years. So to answer you my friend, we all are waiting for that very moment” Pierre said, as the two of them clink their glasses.

. . . .

December 2023. The time of year were everything had changed.

You were back in Monaco during the holidays. You were now officially working as an independent artist as well as songwriter. You had released an EP back in 2021 and it became a massive hit. Now not only you were signed by the leading music label but many great artists want you over for writing sessions. You finally made it!

And just like all times, your best friend became your no.1 supporter. He was soo thrilled when you shared the news with him and he’d always be the first to share any news or interact with fanaccounts of mine. This made you heart swell with love for him. And a bit more love for more than a friend best friend gets.

You pretty well hided yourself with the feelings and just like a teenager, you pinned after him while he was in relationship. When you came back home, you took your time off from social media and wanted to spent time with yourself, and well, avoid charles relationship gloats. And that’s your first unexpected change you definately didn’t saw it coming.

“It’s unfortunate how things turned out Charles though. Didn’t thought he’d do just when season got ended” your maman says, maman Leclerc and Kika nods along. Yours, Leclercs and Gaslys were over at Leclerc’s residance for the holidays and all the ladies were in the kitchen, prepping up for dinner.

“What do you mean?” You say, mixing up the veggies for the salad. They all look up stunned at you, like a deer caught in front of the car.

“Y/N. Charles and his girlfriend mutually called it quits” Kika says, passing you the salad dressing. “Oh noooo! That ain’t good” You say, feeling genuinely sad that they ended.

“Hope that mistletoe will let you two see what we all have been waiting for” Pierre whispers as he came in between me and Kika. You shoved with your elbow sharply to his hip, which made him squeal like a girl.

Dinner was lovely, having everyone together at this time. My père and père Gasly gave toasts along with our moms and after desserts, mama Leclerc suggested for me to sing some songs. Then, i played the songs everyone had requested and then Charles suggested to give me some rest so he brought out the speaker and played some jazz songs. Everyone made a pair and started dancing under the moonlight. While i was busy capturing the pictures, I caught Charles walking in his room through my camera. I set my phone back in my pocket and made my way to his room.

The door to his room wasn’t fully closed when you reached up there. You stood by the door to see him, staring at the picture frames he had held in there.

“Knock knock” You whisper, so that he doesn’t get startled. Charles turns around to see you, his face lights up with a smile and waves you to come in. You walk in the room and stand next to his desk. You haven’t been able to talk as he had only came home today and the past few weeks have kept the both of you busy.

“I’m sorry Charles” You say, playing with the hem of your sweater.

“You heard huh?” Charles said, sigh left his mouth as his back was facing you while he looked towards the pictures.

“Yeah, maman told me” you say.

“It was about time y/n, because quel est le sens si vous n’êtes pas avec quelqu’un avec qui vous voulez être” (what’s the meaning if you’re not with someone you want to be with) Charles says, turning around to see you.

“Vrai. Si votre cœur dit que c’est elle, c’est elle” (True. if you're heart says she's the one, she's the one) You say, smile all over your face.

“I mean, look at our Gasly and Kika! Bénissez-les tous les deux aahh” (Bless them both) You say, keeping your hand over your heart.

Charles looks at you, his chest getting all warm and fuzzy just being around you. If anyone else was in the room, they would definitely say ‘garçon est-il tellement tombé amoureux’ (boy is he soo fallen in love)

“I tell you a secret. This is between me and you. I’ve been writing a song based on them” You say, giggles and happy jumps around while Charles chuckled, shaking his head and gets his head around and get rid of the nerves.

“Je pense que c’est toi, y/n” (I think you’re the one, y/n) Charles blurts out, making you go to still mode.

“Hum hein?” (Uhmm huh?)

“Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi mon meilleur ami” (i think i've fallen for you my best friend) Charles says, walking closer to you as he grabs you hand. He takes you towards the picture frame and points out his finger to the polaroid.

The very same polaroid you kept yours next to the picture with Jules to find him kept his next to Jules as well.

You shook your head as you couldn’t believe this and before Charles could ask you, you grabbed your phone quickly.

“I guess he did send me the sign that i somewhat missed out and i cannot believe i missed it” You mumble, while you found the picture.

“What are you talking about y/n/n?” Charles asks, him totally getting confused. You simply smiled and turned your phone towards him.

“At the day when we took this picture, i didn’t knew what i was feeling so i asked Jules to give me a sign. Et il l’a fait” (And he actually did) You exclaimed, tears welding up your eyes. Charles looked shook and looked up and down between your picture and his before he looked back to you.

“Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi aussi, ma meilleure ami” (I’ve fallen in love with you too, my best friend) You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Charles mimicked your smile before he pulled you in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek while yours runs through his hair. Both of you gets lost in the moment, like you’ve been waiting for your whole life. Both of you pull back as you ran out of air.

“Merci de m’avoir attendu” (Thank you for waiting for me) Charles says, resting his forehead on yours.

“Vous valiez vraiment la peine d’attendre, mon amour” (You were definately worth the wait, my love) You say, as you rub the tip of your nose with his.

. . . .

“It was ABOUT time that you two finally got together” Arthur said, Pierre chiming in with ‘THANK YOU!’ while everyone had a laugh about it.

“So let me get this straight, everyone except us knew this” You gasped, placing the glass of wine you all were having. Everyone chanting in yeahs made you and Charles look towards each other.

“To be honest, it was the very same day when you raced with Pierre and Charles” Pascale says, your mom nodding along with her.

“Ahh yes. I clearly remember me and Hervé agreeing with Jules when he said that you two are meant to be together” Your papa chimes in, with a smile on his face with hint of saddness as he misses his best friend and a son figure to our family, Jules.

You walk over to your old man, embracing him in a hug. He hugs you back, patting your back. You pull back, asking him if he’s alright and he nods.

“Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. to be Leclerc” Your dad toasts, raising his glass. Everyone hoots and cheers as dad gave a push, making you stand next to your fiance, the love of your life, your best friend.

He looks towards you and you towards him, pulling in for a kiss. Kika, Pierre and Arthur hoots in the background, making you pull apart and chuckles leaves your lips.

“Now can we hear Y/N’s music, you said its based on real events!!” Kika exclaims, getting all excited. Little did she knew it was based on their relationship. And a part of yours as well.

“The stage’s yours now, mon amour” Charles whispers, leaving your side to get the speakers for you. You connect your phone to the speakers.

“Well I recently finished with the mixing and couldn’t play for much perfect timing. I hope you’ll enjoy listening to as much as i had creating this. This is You are in Love.”

. . . .

let me know if you are interested for pt.2 :)) until next one, see yaa

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[iaure]

𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 1: 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶; 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 3: 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

CW: delusion, chase sequence, desire to kill, fear of death, vivid description of bodily injury, kissing due to non-sexual desperation, non-lethal self-sacrifice

This part switches between Miguel's POV and the Reader's. ♱ stands for the translation being at the bottom of the post. please let me know immediately if there are any errors! Severe spoilers for Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ it’s been very long! i am afraid i do not have much to say, aside that this was beta-read by the lovely @kinkandkreep​​ ! 

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𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

The landing of the Spider-Society that Y/N found herself on was dusty, unkept. It was clear that no one had been there for ages. Y/N had to hold back a sneeze. Glass riddled her abdomen and arms, and sneezing felt like something that’d turn her into even more of a mutated pin cushion. There was a cautious silence, or at least, as silent as Nueva York could get when there was a shattered glass window next to her. Her options were laid out before her. Y/N could go home, take care of her fish, and hide out. But Miguel inevitably would come to the same conclusion. That could mean devastation for her own city. Nuevo York wouldn’t be ready for someone like Miguel. Meanwhile, simply texting the neighbour to take care of Y/N’s pet would only take a second. Betty Boop the clownfish would prevail. There was tailing Gwen and the others-trying to intercept Miles in Earth-1610-B, to snag him before the others did. But there was no guarantee Y/N would find him. For an anomaly, he was slippery.

For an anomaly?

Y/N paused. Miles was an anomaly. So, hypothetically, since he used the Go Home Machine, it wouldn’t have read his DNA specifically. It would’ve read the DNA of his associated spider. Which meant...he wouldn’t have gone home. Y/N’s stomach churned, glass aside. Miles was all alone somewhere, lost and confused in a place that didn’t have room for him. He needed help, help that was someone he knew for sure was on his side. Gwen always meant well, and so did Peter B, but the damage on their end had been done. But she saw Miles’ face when he took the extra seconds she lent him. She knew that he knew.

Y/N input the coordinates for Earth-42.

The portal took a second to fizz to life. Y/N would need to get rid of the watch, considering its tracking capabilities. But Layla could track anyway. Layla was good, was sweet, but she was Miguel’s, and at the end of the day, it was about sending a message. Y/N wouldn’t need Miguel’s gadgets. She’d make her own. Or she’d find some other way to get home. And as she waited for the portal to be big enough to go through, a shiver went up her spine. There was the sound of metal being torn, 100 yards away. 80 yards. 60 yards. Shredded under something undoubtedly massive, torn from the side like a beast. It was grating, echoing through the empty bowels of the Spider-Society. And, unfortunately, Y/N knew exactly what that meant. Miguel was tearing up the sides of the tower to get to her, and Y/N was very much not planning to let him get anywhere near her. The portal stretched open as Miguel finally burst through the window. The excess glass seemed to bounce off of him, and there was a moment where Y/N was just jealous. How come her suit couldn’t do that, huh? Would’ve been nice. But Miguel spilled across the floor, trying to claw at anything to just find purchase to stop moving. It would’ve been funny if the situation wasn’t so dire.

Miguel finally stopped moving about a yard away, on all fours and struggling to find his stance. He scrambled to his feet, booking it to Y/N with a shout. “Don’t move!” “You didn’t say ‘Simon’s Says’, Miguel.” Y/N quipped, shocking calm coming over her considering how scary this all was. She felt like she was in control. After all, Miguel hadn’t figured out Miles was on Earth-42 yet. She’d have some time before he figured it out, even if it was just a minute. She, finally, had the power. Miguel might be rushing at her with all the desperation of a starved man, but Y/N just needed to take a step back. This nightmare was almost over, or at least, this bout of it. The portal was already shrinking, and Miguel wouldn’t have the time to go through it. “No! No! Wait! Y/N!” Miguel’s tone was that of begging, a realisation that it was up to her own choice whether or not he’d win. His eyes were wide, with a puppy look that would’ve made Y/N crumble at any other time. He had it down on lock, if that included running on all fours and reaching out within an inch of space.

Y/N crushed the watch in her hands and fell through.

She never liked the feeling of teleporting. The colours made her head spin and hurt, but right now, it was like seeing secondary colour angels. There was no Miguel, no Spider-Society. It was her and the complete multiverse at her behest.

The portal spat her out in an alleyway, sending her crashing into some cardboard boxes. It took a second, but once she realised Miguel wasn’t going to immediately tear through space and time, Y/N could only turn into boneless goo. Her entire body went limp. She was bleeding from the arms and stomach, her torso practically obliterated from the three total times she went through glass. The adrenaline ebbed away to world-ending pain. It was truly only describable as an ache that made her want to die, consuming her whole as she slumped against the bricks of the alleyway. She placed her hand against her abdomen, pressing down and feeling the glass dig in. Part of Y/N wondered if this was it. She knew Earth-42 was dangerous, due to its lack of a Spider-Man. She was defenceless, wounded, feeble, dying. The end of the illustrious Spider-Woman of Earth-7290, in a world far from her own. It was disappointing that Y/N was going to die in a place so beautiful.

New York was something sacred. Somewhere direct from the original birthplace of Spider-Man. Not Nueva York, not Nuevo York, whatever faux iteration that was a spin-off. A thousand twinkling lights that replaced the stars, so bright that the day would pale in comparison. New York was home. Even from the grubby, ugly alleyway, Y/N could see the lights of Times Square. The voices of the masses, the promise of help if only she could raise her voice. But no. The danger outweighed the reward. Part of her wondered what would happen to her body after she died. Would it lay in the alleyway to rot? Would it disappear back to her home world, somehow, someway? And what of Nueva York? Would Miguel be so delusional as to get revenge on Y/N’s beloved city? Or would it be abandoned in the wake of his death? She would’ve been something of legend, if fate was kind. A hero, disappearing into the mist without explanation. But even then, that was disappointing.

An ache settled into her heart. A sadness that choked her, like a bitter pill. Y/N had her regrets. Her uncle Ben, her brother, not helping Miles and the rest of the kids more, not having the courage to step up to canon before. To not be a better Spider. Not a better Society member, but a better Spider. A Spider-Woman that the original Peter Parker would be proud of. Y/N was a guilty heart, safe for one more minute. She didn’t even have the strength to do much more than crane her head, staring up past the skyscrapers to the night sky. And as those sparkling lights dimmed and the darkness grew, Y/N saw a flash of purple before she knew no more.

Miguel couldn’t believe it.

It’d been ten minutes since Y/N had run. And it was something that could only be categorised as ‘against all odds’. Miles had gotten away. Y/N had gotten away. The Spider-Society was in shambles. Spiders were defecting left and right. Gwen, Jessica, Peter, and countless others were going off the map. Layla was working double-time to try and track them all, to figure out what they were trying to do. Miguel wanted to kill someone. Maybe it was Miles. Maybe it was Gwen, Hobie, Peter-any of the others that failed the multiverse. He didn’t want to kill Y/N, though. He wanted to pluck her up, feel her in his teeth, grip her arms so she could never leave. He wanted to rattle her like a toy before putting her in a box like a collectible. Something only he could touch, look at, play with. And he’d treat her well. He’d give her everything she could possibly want (within reason). She’d want for nothing. He’d even cover her world so she could retire from being Spider-Woman. So she could be safe.

Miguel couldn't understand it.

He thought about Y/N all day. All night. Every minute that air passed through his lungs was done with the intent of thinking about her. And he was so fucking mad because how did she not understand that? She ran, mindless, like some savanna animal as soon as he let the barrier down. He loved her, but god was she frustrating. He was being polite, and she completely disregarded it, tossed aside. She tossed him aside.

Y/N L/N did not love Miguel O'Hara.

And he hated that.  He'd be the first to admit that letting the barrier down was a stupid idea. For what physical strength he had over Y/N, she had speed. And at the end of the day, strength means nothing if you can't hit your target. That last hit Y/N had landed on him made Miguel crash into a banking tower, scrawling down the side like a cat. Damn not being able to stick to walls. He'd just about yanked out his claws trying to hang on. And the watch! He should've made Spider-Byte deactivate it before anything else!

There were a lot of things Miguel should've done in hindsight.

He found himself scrubbing every possible world he could, from 1 to 10,000. With the watch destroyed and Layla overwhelmed with trying to track everyone everywhere all at once, there was no way to directly trace Y/N. If she was truly smart, she would’ve input some random number and go somewhere absolutely random. But Miguel knew Y/N. He’d studied her. He knew how she thought. That meant she would go somewhere at least a bit familiar, where she was likely to have some form of an ally. There were a few places. Earth-7290 (obviously), Earth-1610-B, Earth-50101-B, Earth-616, Earth-65...she had her pick, cream of the crop. It became a matter of elimination. Earth-616, Earth-65, and Earth-50101-B, Hobie, Gwen, and Pav’s worlds respectively, were bottom contenders. She wouldn’t inherently drag her issues into the worlds of her ‘kids’. And for the record, Miguel began to hate all three. Gwen was weak and a liability, Pav was naïve, and Hobie caused trouble for the sheer delight of it. Y/N’s little spawn wouldn’t be spared.

Y/N staying on Earth-928, in Nueva York, didn’t make sense either. The chances of him finding her in his own home territory was high, and she knew that too. That left Earth-7290 and Earth-1610-B, each for their own reasons. Miles had gone to 1610-B, as far as anyone knew, though Miguel had a hunch otherwise. Spiders don’t just disappear off the face of the earth. And 7290 was Y/N’s personal playground. That was her home turf. So either she went chasing after Miles, or she went to lick her wounds in her own world. It was a matter of which was more likely. But Lyla quickly put an end to his overthinking. She appeared before him, the glittering honeycomb hologram with a head tilt. Curious, but not too curious. Teasing but not disobedient. Just the way Miguel made her to be.

“She’s in Earth-42, Miguel.”

Miguel felt sick with delight. Finding Y/N’s location was only a matter of time once Lyla tracked down where Miles was. If he found the anomaly, then he found his guardian angel. And maybe Y/N was too stubborn for her own good. But her faults were Miguel’s successes. Where she stumbled, Miguel would appear, ready to set her on her feet with a firm grip on her arms. His stomach was turning over in joy, like he was a kid about to go on a rollercoaster for the first time.

“Good job.”

Miguel didn’t waste any time, spinning around and setting his watch for Earth-42. But as he tapped, Lyla spoke up, flickering next to his head. “Want me to call for backup?” “What?” Miguel paused, glancing up as his mask set itself over his face. Something so natural, yet so false. “Why?” “For Miles? I mean,” Lyla snorted. “You couldn’t take him by yourself.”

And Miguel paused.

In his mind, he’d completely obliterated the idea of going after Miles. The anomaly. The whole reason this was happening in the first place. And somehow, his priorities had gotten so…skewed. He froze in place, blinking at his watch owlishly. Why? When? How? It felt strangely unfathomable. Miguel had spent so long going, going, going, running on fumes for worlds that didn’t even know he existed. He saw red when Miles tried to run, but it didn’t seem to panic him as much as Y/N running did. And maybe he wasn’t the same Miguel. Maybe he’d changed. That’s what all the old people would say; that love changes people. And Miguel wasn’t sure if he was alright with that. Deep within the recesses of his mind, some lucidity lingered. The fear of letting the multiverse down, of what could happen if he didn’t go after Miles. But…

Why shouldn’t he indulge?

He was Miguel O’Hara. Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time he received something that was even the slightest bit good in his life? A reward, for all that he’d done. All that he would do, all that will be. He’d been fighting for everything he loved since the day he was born, and now he was just fighting some more. The rest of the Spider Society could figure out Miles. Peter B. Parker could finally step up and fix the problem he made. Everyone else could pay penance by letting Miguel have this. This one thing, this one person, that made everything feel better. He’d done his fair share of sins. This would just be another that he would inevitably pay for. And for once, he didn’t mind that.

“No. I’ll go it alone.”

Lyla raised an eyebrow, but Miguel pretended not to notice. Pretended like what he was doing wasn’t going to endanger the entire multiverse. Like he hadn’t completely rewrapped his life’s duty in the span of a day. He knew he’d pay for it someday, when he died and he had to suffer for the worlds of hurt he made. But right now, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care as much as he should. He had happiness, right in front of him.

He would not fail a second time.

“Are you sure she can be trusted?” “Uh...yeah. Pretty sure.” “Pretty sure?” “...yeah. Yeah.”

Y/N’s head felt like it was going to shatter into a thousand pieces. Everything ached, though it wasn’t as bad as before. Her sight was hazy, soft purple and black hues warbling in her vision. Two heads loomed over her. One was poor Miles, bruised and battered with his suit torn on the shoulder. He looked equal parts fearful and concerned, making Y/N’s heart wilt. Did she really scare the boy so much? But she looked over, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Y/N had seen the Prowler before. She’d fought the Prowler before, even. The visor was a bit weirder, and his head was tilted in the same way Miles’ was. But the Prowler was crouched before Y/N, arms on his knees in a pose that seemed far more demeaning than Miles’ crouch. Y/N’s heart bungee jumped from her stomach to her throat, and immediately, she tried scrambling backwards. But the blooming pain in her stomach made her gasp, and she went limp again. A quiet groan left her mouth. She hated how laboured her breathing was, soft huffs leaving her lips. “Told you she’d panic.” The Prowler muttered. Miles just shot him a look. “Why’re you here?” Miles spoke quietly as the Prowler rose, adjusting his gauntlet. The unspoken threat was there. “I…” Y/N huffed out, letting out a choked sigh. She set her hand on her stomach, trying to think past the pain. Against every good reason, she sat herself up against the nearest metal wall. Only then did Y/N realise that the glass was gone, and she’d been bandaged. She’d been hurt so much that her arms and stomach made her look like a mummy, and some blood seeped through. But it was the thought that mattered. The Prowler and Miles stared at her, one seeming far more threatening than the other. “I came to find you. Which…sounds bad. But I want you to hear me out.”

Miles stayed silent. Y/N set her head against the wall.

“I defected. Miguel’s gone off the deep end, bad. It’s stupid enough that his paranoia was entertained for so long. He’s snapped. Nothing he says or does makes sense anymore. And I’m sorry that no one tried to help you, back then, back when you were alone. I’m sorry so many people helped him.” Y/N let out another small groan, shutting her eyes. The lights of the kitchen were too bright. “This…all this ‘pick a side’ B.S., that’s not how Spider-Man does it. I know that this is asking a lot. You’ve had your trust completely destroyed. But I want to make it up. I want to help you save your-oof!” At once, Miles suddenly wrapped himself around Y/N in a hug. Though she couldn’t see his face, she could feel his tears beginning to soak the front of her suit. The sting of her wounds were sharp across her nerves, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Miles was willing to trust her. That meant more than anything. “Thank you,” Y/N whispered, putting her arms around the teenager’s shoulders. He held on a bit tighter, but Y/N couldn’t hold back her hiss of pain. Instantly, Miles pulled away, hands up in an apologetic manner. “Sorry, sorry! Wasn’t thinking.” “No, you’re okay,” Y/N gave a shaky smile, before glancing at the Prowler. She pointed between the two with a shaky hand. “Wanna…talk about this?” “No.” The Prowler huffed. “Yeah!” Miles leapt up, gently punching the Prowler’s arm. “This is Miles, too! I mean, me, but like…not me?” “Your alternate you,” Y/N nodded, picking up what Miles was putting down. “Your variant.” “What the hell happened to secret identities?” The Prowler groaned, letting his visor undo itself to reveal, indeed, another Miles with braids. He seemed miffed, rolling his eyes. “What? She’s cool! She gets it!” “Whatever.” P. Miles (as differentiated in Y/N’s head) stalked to the other side of the room, and Y/N realised the space was half kitchen, half gym. “How’d you find me?” Y/N glanced at Miles, raising a curious eyebrow. “Saw the portal.” Miles sat up on the counter as P. Miles began tinkering with his gauntlet across the room. “Thought it was Gwen, or Miguel, or any of the others…but when we saw you, I figured after what you did, I owed you.” “Miles…” Y/N sighed. “You don’t owe me anything.” “You bought me time. That’s pretty debt-worthy.” “It’s called doing the right thing.” “And doing the right thing means not letting you bleed out.” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to shove down the smile. Despite how little time passed since everything started, she missed the banter. She missed the spider-teens, missed how everything was before Miguel snapped. She missed when Gwen, Pav, and Hobie would crash in her apartment and they’d watch whatever shitty soap operas were on TV and Y/N felt like a cool big sister. Now, everyone was scattered to the four winds. She wasn’t even sure if she’d ever get something like that again.

“So you two need to get back.”

P. Miles made Y/N snap out of her thoughts, and both she and Miles looked to him. “Yeah. 1610-B. If we can get to an Alchemax collider, then we can find another world with a Spider, use their watch, and get Miles home before supper.” “Supper. Supper’s a weird word.” Miles hummed. “Yeah. It kinda is. Whatever. There’s an Alchemax two miles from here. I can lead the way. You just have to not be dead weight.” P. Miles nodded, poking his cheek with his tongue. “Dead weight.” Y/N looked down to her torso, sighing. The pain was already creeping back, the adrenaline leaving her system as quickly as it came. “Yeah, well…no promises.” P. Miles scanned her up and down with an almost distasteful eye, before looking back to Miles. An unspeakable connection was there for a fleeting moment, but P. Miles broke his eye and walked over to the window. “Whatever. We’ll figure it out.” Miles winced at his variant’s tone, letting out a sigh before gently helping Y/N up. Everything shook, her knees nobbling like an old man in a cartoon. But with one hand on Miles’ shoulder and the other gripping the kitchen island, she found her balance. Damn the pain. Damn the multiverse. And damn Miguel. She’d get Miles home and beat Miguel’s ass while at it, with or without all her vital organs. And as she teetered upright, she took a deep breath.

“Let’s go.”

Miguel couldn’t bring himself to truly appreciate New York.

Nueva York was better, in his opinion. New York was barbaric, premature. Meanwhile, Nueva York was bright and with a lot more green. Maybe it was biassed, but as Miguel tore through the fabric of time and space, the stink of the city made him clear his throat. “Miguel, they’re on their way to this Earth’s Alchemax.” Lyla appeared before him, acting as a HUD as he walked. “Seems like they’re trying to find their way out.” “Yeah, well…” Miguel peered over the city, popping his neck. Ordinarily, he might’ve said something a little witty, a little mean, but now his mind was dead-set on finding Y/N. So close. So far.

Finding Alchemax wasn’t hard. The bright white building was obvious, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the greyscale and dark skyscrapers. Even moreso, the fleeing workers evidenced that maybe there were several people inside who were dressed in suits and doing something a little less than normal. The doors were yanked off the hinges, there was some smoke coming out of the upper levels, and it’s a bit astounding that they even did that much damage so fast. He walked past the doors. Alchemax was always a sore spot for Miguel. Obvious reasons aside, it was always somewhere that Spider-Man suffered. And now, Miguel was suffering. He was always chasing after Y/N, and to have an ending battle at Alchemax felt like a cruel twist of fate. And he knew it’d be hard. He knew he blew away any chances of a proper relationship when he’d shoved Y/N through the window, went after the kids, tore aside the sides of buildings to get to her. But that didn’t matter when he knew they were meant to be together. Sometimes, doing what was right for all parties was the hard thing. And Miguel was used to that, and was ready for it. He’d been doing the hard thing all his life. This was one of the most important hard things, yes, all cards were off the table. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Not anymore. He’d do whatever it took to get what he was denied, for so long.

When he turned a corner, there was a sudden spike of…something. It was like a ‘ting’ in his entire body, a vibration against his throat that spread. Maybe this was the closest thing he’d ever feel to a spider sense, with the way it made his neck twitchy and his shoulders tense. He took such a deep breath that his back popped, a flicker in his eyes. She was close. How close, he wasn’t sure. But close enough. Maybe it was her scent that set him off, or the sound of the collider booting up, but either way it was enough to make him shudder. This had never happened before, not even when he had her in the anomaly containment cell. It was more of a predator-prey impulse, thick and heady and hanging in the air. Miguel wanted Y/N’s hair in his hands, her neck between his teeth, her back against his chest. It was a base instinct that set Miguel’s nerves on fire. He pressed forward, finally coming to the collider door. The transparent glass made it clear that Y/N was already on guard, speaking to both Mileses. Her voice grew suddenly sharp, almost irritated, and both boys jumped. Miguel would refuse to admit to anyone just how her commanding tone made him stand stiff. And how sweetly the scent of her blood hung in the air! Better than any wine or sweet or divine treat. How could he have been so oblivious before? It wasn’t like he needed blood for food, or anything, but… Indulgence was his new favourite word. Miguel’s hand hovered over the doorknob. He knew if he didn’t manage to snag Y/N this time, she’d run off to Lord knows where and dance right out of Miguel’s reach until it was too late. Somewhere, in the back of Miguel’s mind, he knew this would’ve been made easier if he’d just brought backup. Then, Jessica or Ben could catch Miles while Miguel got Y/N. But then again, he’d have to explain why he was ready to full-body tackle and make out with someone who, two days prior, he was hardly able to share a room with. So maybe he’d just have to wing it.

He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The lab was quiet.

P. Miles apparently carried quite the potent fear factor. Civilians scattered when they saw him, leaving the collider open for use. Miles helped carry Y/N, slinging an arm over his shoulder as he slung across Alchemax. There was a terse feeling in the air. Y/N, half dead and feeling like the grave, knew somewhere along the line, something was going to happen. Life was never so easy as to just hand the three a perfectly functional collider. But P. Miles got to work booting the collider up, and as he stood off by himself, Y/N had a moment of reprieve. Y/N stood yet still, but she slumped against one of the monitors, pressing a hand to her bandages. They were soaked through, the throbbing pain inching back now that the second dose of adrenaline was dying down. Miles stood next to her, eyes switching from his variant to Y/N, back and forth, back and forth. It was almost dizzying to even watch. The collider was slow to start, and it was almost nerve wracking. The slow, bubbling light was bright, but it would take a few spare minutes that the three didn’t have.

P. Miles was off in a world of his own, but as Miles’s head bobbed back and forth between the two, Y/N gave an almost pained laugh.

“You’re gonna pull something if you keep that up,” She teased, taking a painfully deep breath before resting her hands behind her on the console. “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.” Y/N watched him for a second. If it weren’t for the mask, then her frown would’ve been obvious. “It’s jarring, isn’t it?” She glanced back over to P. Miles. “Seeing a version of yourself.” “I mean, it would be for anyone, right?” Miles gave an awkward laugh. “Well…still. You’re taking it well.”  Y/N hummed. “Especially for being thrown into all of this so suddenly.” “Well, I-” And suddenly, the two froze. There was a distinct feeling creeping up Y/N’s spine. Her spider sense didn’t usually have a slow build, not like this, but every muscle was tense. It was like a violin sting, the bow crawling across every nerve at a snail’s pace. Miles went stiff next to her, uncrossing his arms and glancing over his shoulder. P. Miles gave the two a confused glance from the sudden shift. “He’s here,” Y/N tilted her head back, knocking against the monitor with a laboured breath. Miles helped her get up as P. Miles went on his metaphorical haunches, gauntlet up and mask on.  The room felt like it was spinning, a constant swirling camera angle around the three. Y/N set her hands on Miles’ shoulder. “You. Collider. Now. “ “Wh-?” Before Miles could finish, P. Miles started yanking him by the scruff towards the collider. The spider struggled against the Prowler’s grip. “Wait! No, we aren’t leaving you!” Miles looked almost irritated, as though the idea was genuinely disgusting to him. “Miles,” Y/N ignored her Miles, turning to the Prowler. “Get him through the collider at any cost.” P. Miles nodded firmly. He was a good soldier, but Miles broke out of his grip. “No! We can fight Miguel together. I mean, we’ve got me, and me but cooler! And you’ve been Spider-Woman for years-” “I’m injured, Miles.” Y/N’s tone took on an almost uncharacteristic stern note. “Dead weight. Miguel will be focused on me. My capture is inevitable. Yours doesn’t have to be.” Miles looked panicked, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “But what’ll happen to you? I’m not going to leave you behind. Spider-Man-” “Being Spider-Man is about sacrifice, Miles. And right now, this is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” The tension across Y/N’s nerved climbed to a fever pitch, and Y/N could see Miles’ face contort in fear. She knew what that look meant-Miguel was within Miles’ line of sight. Probably just past the door, tall and ominous. But Y/N shuffled in front of Miles to block Miguel off, to stop him from psyching out Miles, and to maintain eye contact. Her brows furrowed. “Miles-” “No.” Miles tired growing steely, trying to take the same commanding tone Y/N had. But Y/N felt everything spike. “Miles!” She snapped, louder than she meant to. “I am not going to bicker with you!”

Y/N’s voice was harsh, loud enough to echo a little bit. Angry, most certainly. Even P. Miles stoof stiff at rapt attention. “You have a choice,” Y/N pressed, despite the lingering guilt from the moment of fear on Miles’ face. “Me, or your father. And we all know what the answer is to that one.” The room was silent, save for the sound of the whirring collider. The lab door opened, and instantly, everything that was set off from Y/N’s spider sense went deathly silent. It was like her body was shutting down from fear and pain. Strong, almost silent steps drew closer, and Y/N let out a sigh. “Go, Miles. Be a better Spider-Man than the rest of us ever were.” Miles looked like he was forced to swallow hot coals. But with another tug from P. Miles, he began stumbling backwards. Y/N felt like there was still glass shards in her stomach, rolling around and cutting up her guts like a rock tumbler. Everything screamed for her to freeze, run, anything but what she was going to do.

But being Spider-Woman was all about sacrifices.

Y/N steeled her nerves and turned, a hateful glare scrawled across her face. Miguel was right behind her, breathing hard like he was huffing in the air she exhaled. If she took even the barest step forward, then she’d be buried into Miguel’s chest. Closer than she wanted to be. But even then, Y/N could smell mahogany and whiskey and sweat, something rich that seemed to be right up Miguel’s alley. He had his eyes glued to Y/N as though both Mileses weren’t right behind her, trying to clamber into the collider. Like she was the only thing in the world. It would be flattering, if the situation wasn’t so damn scary.

“Mi alma ♱ ,” Miguel whispered, reverent like Y/N was a god. “You were hard to track down.” “I fucking hope so.” She hissed, clicking her tongue. “I hope I gave Lyla a run for her money.” “Mm. That you did.” Miguel’s eyes flickered down a bit, taking in the sight of Y/N’s injuries. Slowly, he tried raising a finger up to touch at the bandages, but Y/N was quicker and grabbed his wrist to stop him. He didn’t so much as jolt, instead putting his eyes right back on Y/N’s face. “Don’t touch me.” “If anything, you’re the one touching me.” Miguel snarked, a grin beginning to sneak onto his face. The banter was clearly something he enjoyed, seeing Y/N as nothing but a defiant pet.   “And don’t get smart with me, asshole.” “All these rules…but as you wish, chiquita ♱ .” Y/N took a pissed-off breath, sucking on her teeth. But as she was about to say something back, there was the sudden feeling of webs around her waist. They hurt, but the immediate confusion triumphed over the pain. Who was webbing her? What was going on?

“Sorry, man! But I take care of my own!”

Miles’ sudden defiant yell made both older Spiders jump. Before Y/N could say anything, she was abruptly yanked back towards the collider. P. Miles laughed from the sudden vision of Y/N getting pulled back like a dog on a leash. But the small victory was minute, because Miguel’s face immediately contorted into rage. He bolted across the floor, reaching an arm out to web Miles’ arm. Miles’ web broke off, and for a moment, Y/N was in free-fall. But she could see Miguel’s brain working, the cogs working in a way they hadn’t in days. His eyes were on the kids, realising that while they were around, he’d never have Y/N freely. He’d always have to fight, and that meant the kids were in danger. That phrase played in Y/N’s head on loop. The kids were in danger. The kids were in danger. She had to swallow, recalibrate in mid-air.

Being Spider-Man was a sacrifice. Being Spider-Man was a sacrifice. Being Spider-Man was sacrifice.

And in the midst of the free-fall, Y/N did the one thing she could think of to distract Miguel.

She reached out, and she kissed him.

The kiss was something she wished she’d never have to do. And she hated to admit just how nice it was. She could taste a balm on his lips, the faint taste of coffee. Soft. And she hated how it made her gut dissolve into butterflies, layered with atomic vomit. Bile pooled into her throat, but she could hear the collider shutting down, and she knew. It was over. One way or another, it was over.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

The kiss was by no means perfect. It was forceful, rushed, harsh, with Y/N’s nails digging into his shoulder to try and hang on. Her lips tasted of blood and were scabbed over from how often she bit them. Miguel could see Miles (both of them) in the corner of his eye. 1610 Miles struggled against his variant’s grip, being dragged into the collider against his will. But Miguel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d fantasised about this moment for what felt like forever. How close she was. The smell of her sweat, the feel of her suit, her hands clutching his biceps. If this was Hell, then Miguel would willingly clip his wings to stay in Y/N’s arms.

Even in the freefall, Miguel found himself reaching out to cling at Y/N. She gasped from the clutch of his hands, and Miguel had to actively resist the urge to shove his tongue into her mouth like some unruly, horny teenager. For the first time in what was probably years, he had butterflies in his stomach. Love. Actual, true love. His eyes were wide, and for a brief moment, he wondered if this was what blushing schoolgirls felt like. Giggling at the idea of their crushes looking their way, doodling hearts in their journals. That’s what Miguel felt like. A grown man, reduced to mush at a single kiss. It was ridiculous, humiliating…but it felt so good.

Miguel slammed into the floor of the collider room, all air sucked out of his body. For a brief moment, he simultaneously came to and was dazed. He realised both Miles were nowhere to be found, and Y/N had slammed into him. She let out a pained cry, pending over against the floor to clutch at her stomach. But as soon as her feet hit the ground and she wasn’t in immediate pain, Y/N pried herself away from Miguel like he’d burned her. And his heart ached. She was leaving him, and he’d be left with nothing but a wounded soul and back pain to return with. And the memory of that kiss. That kiss. It was devastating. Holy. No, Miguel wouldn’t let that go. He couldn’t. He knew he was gone, his mind lost somewhere between affection and obsession. Once his vision cleared and he saw Y/N stumbling to the collider, trying to climb up the walls without opening her wounds again, Miguel felt a certainty steel him. Y/N was going nowhere. Nowhere that he wouldn’t follow, that he wouldn’t tear apart trying to find her in. Miguel shot up, hands reaching out. A neon web came, and partially Miguel wondered if it had a soul of it’s own, an extension of his own desperation. It wrapped around Y/N’s waist, and she fell from the wall with a yelp. She slammed back down onto the floor and there was a sob. And Miguel didn’t want to hurt her. No, he never did. But he couldn’t let her run anymore.

He yanked Y/N towards him, groaning from the ache in his back before walking over to her. She was struggling in the web, arms bound as she flopped like a fish out of water. Her breathing was hard and angry, frustrated grunts ringing out in the collider room as the machine slowly started to wind down. She looked up at those chromatic spots, fear and exhaustion reading on her face in real time as her only escape shut in on itself. Miguel looked down at her, hands on his hips. And Miguel wanted to say something witty. Something like ‘I didn’t want to do this’ or ‘you did this to yourself’. But Y/N just seemed…defeated. Sad. Her eyes were to the floor, refusing to meet Miguel in any way. Just like before, her last way of keeping her pride was to deny Miguel. But she would deny him no more. And all Miguel could do was crouch down, gently rolling Y/N onto her back. There was a wheeze and Y/N shut her eyes. But Miguel could see tears welling, pooling down her cheeks with shame. And Miguel didn’t necessarily like making her cry. Something in the back of his mind told him he should be disgusted, ashamed of himself, beating himself up for making her cry. But she was so pretty. Stunning, even when she was crying and laying there, blood seeping into her suit. A gorgeous red that suited her like nothing else. How would she be in a red dress, ruby jewellery, red makeup. Even against the orange of his webs, she was beautiful. Oh, who was Miguel kidding? She’d look beautiful in anything. A goddess, bathed in the light of day and the stars of night.

Miguel put a hand against Y/N’s cheek, stroking it with his knuckles. She just sniffed, eyes still closed. Miguel’s eyes flickered down to her lips, and…what would be so wrong with it? She was the one that kissed him earlier. Whatever reasoning didn’t matter. If anything, it was his turn. A kiss for a kiss. And so, Miguel leaned down and pressed his lips to hers once more. And this time, despite her whimper, despite her recoil, Miguel felt this was a true kiss. Something earnest, of his own volition. It meant so much, completely overwhelming Miguel’s senses. He could even faintly taste the spearmint of Y/N’s toothpaste, this time. But he felt her flinch, and he pulled away just barely enough that his lips hovered over her. His breath washed over hers as he glanced up to her eyes. And this time, she was staring. Pure hatred was painted over her face, seething just under her skin, and Miguel sighed. “Do you really hate me that much?” He whispered. “More than anything,” Y/N hissed.

And Miguel sighed. Y/N was proud. He’d always loved that about her, but now it was just an issue. But it was nothing that time couldn’t fix. He gently, slowly, reverently picked up Y/N in his arms, like the bride she’d be one day. She squirmed, but her injuries left her immobile. A day of ignoring grievous injuries save for some faulty bandages meant she was left defenceless. And for once, Miguel was glad. Did he delight in her pain? No. Did he feel she deserved it? Maybe. But right now, she was in his arms and unable to run for the last time.

And that. That was Miguel’s reward.

♱ : my soul, honey 

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Prisoner pt.3

König x reader.

I tried to write this one as if it was just memories, every dialogue between those «» are different moments, I hope you can try to imagine it in the same way I did. I hurt my own feelings on the way, Remember every ❤️ is important to me, thank you!.

Warning: I hope none, maybe violence but nothing serious. Grammatical and spelling errors, also a translator was used for the German phrases.

Time passed and as you promised, you did your best, you trained hard, you fit in KorTac perfectly, also you won König's trust, both became good friends after you saved him during a mission.

You were controlling a drone, while König was laying on the floor using the sniper, suddenly you heard someone approaching, you didn't hesitate to attack, König just looked at you and said a simple «well done schatz» and continued, for someone else it could be unimportant but for you those words meant a lot.

Every mission helped you to get closer to him, but also you developed another kind of feeling, different to the Respect you had for your Colonel. Every time he was around you felt calm, you felt warm in your chest, every time he unconsciously touched your hand or your shoulder you felt electricity running through your body.

«Colonel are you too busy? Do you mind if I join you?» «Nein, take a seat...»

Every conversation was pretty much the same, You talking a lot, he was just answering, you already knew he is a man of few words.

«... And that's how you play and win in chess» «ja, I know how to play it, just don't like to risk too much in my movements.»

«König, if you have a queen to protect your king... Why wait until the last moment to use it.» «you can win without a queen.» «Jeder König braucht eine Königin (every king needs a queen)» «Where did you learn that?» «At school, duh, but I wasn't really good, Did I say it correctly?» «Ja, very good maus...»

«Did you already think about your new codename? I don't think Buitre is a good codename for someone like you.» « Someone like me? How should someone like me be called then?» «I don't know, you're spirited, strong, smart, attractive... Buitre doesn't fit you.» «Wait, Did you say I'm attractive?» «Wha...?Nein, you're annoying, see you later, alright?» «Alright, see you...»

That day he left quicker than ever, you were having a heart attack, you couldn't believe he said those things about you, mission after mission, you were more and more close, he never said nothing loudly but he enjoyed your company a lot, he was opening himself with you, talking about his dreams or his past.

«Ja, maybe one day I'll decide to retire, I will live in a small house in the countryside.» «i would love to see that, the legend, living in peace after years of hard work» «Sometimes I don't think I can leave... I know I like to be lonely, but to be alone is something I can't handle very well some days». You held his big hand and looked at him, At that moment you weren't sure about what you were doing, you were just leaving your heart to take control of your actions.

«You wouldn't be alone... Remember what I said to you before... Jeder König braucht eine Königin (every king needs a queen) and...since I'm annoying and attractive and also very very single, I wouldn't have any problem to spend the rest of my life with you, you're so far much more than what I always dreamt about...»

Your eyes were closed, at this point you were nervous, risking all the hard work to be around him, you still felt his hand on yours but he was in silence, you were ready to ask him to forgive you for such a comment when you heard something falling on the floor and suddenly his lips collided with yours. It was his mask on the floor, his lips on yours, you could feel a scar, you slowly put your hand on his muscular and big shoulder, and started to go further, his neck, his jaw, finally you touched his face. You didn't need to open your eyes, your hands were more than enough to picture his face on your mind, he was precious, the way he kissed you was soft at first, then it became more intense, the electricity running on your body changed for the feeling of burning, you were in flames, he was the fire you needed to leave your cold and dark past behind. After that evening, both found a new secret reason to fight and went back alive to the base, a secret because no one else but you knew what you had.

«Ich bin dein und du bist mein (I'm yours and you are mine)» König whispered in your ear before sleep, every night and before every mission when nobody was looking at. Life was good and kind for both, giving you the chance to experience how the happiness felt.

But, as with everything, the light needs the dark, the sun needs the moon, the good needs the bad, every beginning needs an end.

It was during a mission. All the team was surrounded by more and more enemies, König was being an amazing leader, guiding everybody to the exit, shouting orders without losing the calm, too focused on saving everyone, letting down his guard just for a second.

That second was enough to end with every possibility of a happy ending. A man was pointing at König, he didn't notice it, but you did, you didn't think about anything else, you did what you needed to protect the person you loved. Jumped just in time to push König aside and make him turn around, but the bullet got you, you fell on the cold ground while könig broke the enemy's head with a quick movement using his weight and a huge hammer in his favor.

- Y/N!

He took you In his arms and ran, you were losing a lot of blood and the pain was getting worse, you resisted until the helicopter landed for all of you. But the pain and the blood were winning the battle. You knew it, you wouldn't make it. You pulled off your dog tag necklace and put it on König's hand.

- NEIN! Look at me y/n! You can't die here!

- I'm sorry my love...

- No, Nein, we have a lot to do, remember? Y/n you said you would spend your life with me...

Everybody was in silence watching the scene, feeling useless and incapable of helping you, they were feeling as intruders In the intimacy of the painful moment.

- I'm getting cold, König would you hold me?

He didn't answer, his actions talked for him, he put you on his lap and held you tight, repeating over and over «Ich bin dein und du bist mein (I'm yours and you are mine)» his gloves and clothes were bathed In your blood, your vision was blurry, you started to close your eyes slowly, you could felt your heartbeat getting slow and quiet, you knew it was over. «Ich liebe dich, meine liebe, meine König...(I love you, my love, my king)» your last breath was accompanied by your last words.

König didn't look down at your body, his look was fixed on the metallic door in front of him, he was containing his rage, his sadness, all the emotional rollercoaster driving him crazy. When they landed, he didn't say anything, he walked with your body to the nursery, the medics didn't try to give CPR or something that could bring you back, they started the protocols for the death.

Three days later, König signed the documents of the autopsy, cremation and another document with your new name and codename, he surprised himself when he read the new codename you chose.

Ex prisoner 505.

Old name: (y/n) (l/n) Old codename: Buitre 6-1.

Reason of imprisonment: War crimes (not specified), murders, torture, undisciplined, deserter (prisoner left his position after committing the aforementioned crimes, was captured and executed).

This prisoner was reported as 'killed in action' before the corresponding authorities, therefore, it does not exist in the system anymore, No more information available.

New identity.

New Name: _____ New Codename: Königin

date of birth: __/__/____ date of death:__/__/____

Cause of death: killed in action. (Y/n)(L/n) died saving the colonel of the team, receiving a bullet directly in the liver, died during the trip to the base, was taken to the nursery by the colonel, the hour of the death was at 18:00 hours, every protocol was attended by the medics of the base. Königin, died with bravery and honor and that is how will be remember.

König cried and sobbed in his office, why did you do that? This shouldn't be happening, both deserved more, this love deserved more, you were too young, a lot of thoughts invaded his mind when something interrupted those dark thoughts, the dog tag, YOUR dog tag necklace, he started to look for it In every pocket until he found it «Buitre 6-1», he put it back where he found it and someone knocking at his door disturbed him. A young soldier, he was carrying a box with your name written on it. König looked at him with cold eyes, took the box and closed the door at the poor soldier's face. He started to look at everything, it wasn't much, a small bottle of perfume, some clothes, a beer, files, cigarettes, bubblegum, candies, and a small paper envelope.

He was feeling guilty for spying on your stuff, but the curiosity was too much, he opened it delicately and found a small piece of metal, another dog tag and a note.

«Thank you for giving me my freedom, thank you for bringing adventures and warmth to my life. Ich liebe dich, meine liebe. You're mine and I'm yours.»

- Königin.

After that day, König started to use your necklace with your dog tags, he visited the place where he deposited your ashes and every time before leaving he kissed the small plate with your name and whispered «I'm still yours, meine Königin, until the day I die»

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A/N: I really liked this idea but it stopped flowing because it took me over a few days to write it because of time. I felt like I lost my memento so I really don’t feel like it’s as great as it could have been. Sorry for any errors in the Valyrian translations I just did it online. Warnings: Incest. Blood kink? Gory depictions (decapitated head) oral (f) receiving. Abuse. smut. 18+ Begging. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (sister) Word count: 2K+

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For You

It had taken everything in Aemond not to rip the head off your husband when he had caught sight of you. The blood in his veins boiled, hands clasping behind him to keep him from drawing his sword.

You knew that look on your brothers face when he saw you that morning. A cold glare as you told him who had bruised your delicate face. For years Aemond's depraved nature had frightened you growing up, fearing he might attack an innocent soul that meant no harm. But in the days of war there was something pleasurable in the thought of him attacking another man for you.

Though you both still needed Lord Bursberry's men in this ongoing war and as much as your husband abused you, there was really nothing more that could be done about it.

"Sister," Aemond called, striding over to you. Your hands rested on his chest while one of his hands trailed down your skin. "Vala bona dīnagon iā ondos va ao, iksis vala bona kessa rhaenagon se mōris hen ñuha egros" 'A man that places a hand on you, is a man that will meet the end of my sword'

You shook your head, frowning at him in disapproval. "Īlon jorrāelagon zirȳla, lēkia.  Kostā daor," you replied. 'We need him, brother. You can not.'

Then you felt it, a man glaring in your direction. Your head turned, noticing your Lord husband's eyes looking back at you.

Aemond's gaze followed yours, a scowl forming on his lips as his whole body tensed. "Nyke mīsagon ñuha lentor." 'I protect my family."

"Aemond," you warned, removing yourself from him slightly. "It cannot be."

His gaze turned to you, softening instantly at the sight of your face.

"I will pray for your safety today," you told him, reaching out for his hand for a second. You placed it between yours, wishing you could never let go. "And I will not rest until you return to me."

Aemond didn't reply, only gave your hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it down. You watched as he walked off towards the men, knowing that they'd be off for battle very soon.

You trudged through the mud, walking past all the tents till you reached Lord Bursberry. He barely looked at you when you got towards him and you made sure to keep enough distance.

"I wish you the best, Lord husband," you said, face not matching your words as you kept your lips in a tight line.

"Your lucky your brother is so close right now," he spat in your direction, looking down at you as if you were the scum on the bottom of his boot. "Otherwise you'd be on the receiving end of my boot for so openly disgracing me."

"What ever could you mean, husband?" You questioned, moving to walk past him.

He grabbed you by your hair, yanking you close to his face so you could feel his repulsive breath. "Don't play the fool with me." You grinded your teeth together to hide the pain. "Everyone can see your open affection for your brother and everyone knows Targaryen's perverse nature."

"You never know lord husband, today might be the day that you die," you hissed, feeling a smirk grow on your lips.

He shoved you off of him, throwing you on the floor and into the mud. "I will deal with you properly when I return."

There was a slash of a sword being drawn, your eyes looked up to see Ser Criston striding over to you.

"Ser Cole, don't," you pleaded, holding out your hand.

He stopped, hesitating as he seethed with anger. But then he placed out his hand, pulling you up from the ground.

"Please walk me back to my tents, Ser Cole." You looked up at him, a small smile sitting on your lips.

Criston nodded, placing out his arm for you take as you walked away. "My Princess, you do not have to be dishonoured by that pig."

You gazed up at him, smirking at his words. "I have a duty as a wife and to my King. Without the loyalty of my Lord Husband the king would lose a lot of men in this war."

"The men would bend the knee to King Aegon with or without Lord Bursberry's head on his shoulders." His eyes softened as they looked down at you.

You stopped outside your tents, your servants already holding the door open for you. You turned to look up at him once more. "I will pray for your safe return as I pray for my brother's."

"My Princess." He nodded once again before turning and leaving.

-

Hours went by, the sun had set and a cloud of darkness now covered your camp. You had spent most of your day praying with a few other women, begging The Warrior to protect your brother in battle.

But when the hours drew later, a dreaded feeling clawed at your chest, thinking the worst might of happened. You sat on your bed, the light of a few candles keeping the room dim as you waited in deep silence.

"My Princess," a voice spoke, a servant entering your tent with others behind her. "We have come to change you."

"Of course." You nodded, standing up as you stared distantly into the corner. An uneasy breath escaped your lips as you allowed them to strip you out of your dress and then pull your night gown over you.

A sudden gust of wind touched your skin, making you shiver from the coldness as goosebumps covered your skin. You knew who had just stepped in, the metal clank of their armour being distinctly different from others. You also knew their presence, the soft breath that escaped their lips and the sound of their footsteps against the floor.

"My prince," one of the servants bowed their head, looking behind you.

"I need my armour taken off," Aemond directed and the servants followed leaving you be as they moved to him.

You didn't turn around instead you carried on facing the wall as you arms wrapped around you.

"Dōna mandia, nyke maghatan ao iā irudy," Aemond spoke, a hint of laughter in his tone. 'Sweet sister, I brought you a gift.'

Your body twisted round, finally looking at Aemond. The servants were untying his armour, placing it on the table behind him. He was still covered in the blood from the battle field, a splatter of red dried on his face. There was a brown sack he held, with red oozing out from the bottom of it.

"Leave us," you demanded, shooing the servants away as they scattered out of the tent. You made your way over to Aemond, yanking the chest plate from his body as you threw it to the ground.

"Did you pray for me?" Aemond asked, placing two fingers under your chin as he pulled your gaze to his. He leaned into you, faces mere inch apart. "Did you beg The Warrior for my safe return?"

There was a heat that radiated off of him that made your skin crawl with desire that you tried to hide.

"My husband might be back any moment," you told him, cupping the side of his with your hand. "You should leave before he gets here." You stepped back from him.

"He's already here," Aemond chuckled, pulling something out of the sack.

You gasped at the sight, unable to turn away as you noticed your husband's decapitated head being held up by Aemond's hand. He smiled wickedly at you, his chest puffed out with a deep pride. He dropped the head, letting it role behind him.

"I told you I'd protect you." Aemond held your face, smearing your husbands blood across your cheeks. "I should never allowed the marriage but it's okay now. I won't let anyone else have you."

You were frozen, unable to speak as you gazed up at your brother. You didn't move as Aemond kissed you, hands guiding you towards him. One of his hands slid down your back as he pulled you in, groping your ass to hold you flush against him.

You mewled into his mouth, feeling how hard he was through his breeches as he rubbed himself against you. Your hands moved on their own accord ripping the material of his tunic off. Aemond assisted you, throwing the clothes to the floor.

"We are meant to be together, you and I," Aemond insisted, peppering kisses across your neck. He nibbled and sucked on your skin, hands grabbing at your thighs through the material of your night gown.

"Aemond," you pleaded, your cunt throbbing at this point from the anticipation. "I need you." You words came out as a desperate whimper, feeling the pure slick between your thighs.

"Patience." Aemond's hand slipped your gown off your shoulders, letting it pool to the ground around your feet. "I've waited this long to have you, I think we both can wait a bit longer." His head moved down, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder.

Your breathing became unsteady as he softly kissed your stomach, trailing down inbetween your legs. You moaned, bucking your hips when his lips touched your folds. Your hand clasped around the frame behind you, leaning up against one of the wooden poles.

His tongue dived to your clit, lapping at the bud in quick strokes that made your toes curl. He moved one of his hands, placing his fingers against your entrance before shoving them in forcefully. You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling.

"Gods," you screached, grinding on his face ever so slightly to increase the friction.

Aemond delved in deeper, fingers curling inside of you as he brought you close to the edge. Your thighs started to tremble around his head, struggling to hold yourself up as you were overcome by pleasure. He pushed you to edge, drinking your juices as you came on his face.

When he removed himself from your thighs, you were breathless, not just from your orgasm but from the sight of him. His mouth covered in your juices as he smirked up at you, wearing them proudly.

"My love," he whispered, pulling you in for a searing kiss.

You pushed your body flush against him, feeling how hard he was through his breeches as you whimpered into his mouth. "Aemond, I need you now."

He pushed you on the bed, shoving his breeches down so he could climb on top of you. You felt his cock brush against your thigh, the tip leaking on your skin. You reached your hand down, growing impatient as you grabbed a hold of his cock placing against your entrance. He chuckled at this, hissing slightly when the tip nudged against your wet folds before he shoved himself in.

"Fuck, sister," he groaned as his cock bottomed out in your spongy walls. There was no way he could last long inside of you, not with how wet you were and how tight you were squeezing him. "I should of done this years ago. Filled you with my child so that filthy pig couldn't have you."

"Aemond, please," you whimpered, needing him to go faster as you rutted your hips upwards to him. "I need you to go faster, please."

He held your thighs tightly, as he smacked his hips into yours roughly. The feeling was sending you over the edge as you begun to hiccup on your own pleas. Aemond like you like this, a complete mess for him as you started to come undone on the bed. The only thing you knew in that moment was Aemond, your brother, the man that had made you brain dead on the end of his cock.

Without warning, Aemond moved his hand to your cunt as his fingers rubbed against your sensitive nub. He moved in quick circles sending you over the edge as you climaxed on his cock. You cried his name, walls squeezing around him practically milking him of his own cum. He didn't last after that, your cunt draining him of his seed as he painted your walls with it. His pace slowed, making sure you both fully came down before he collapsed on top of you.

He moved slightly, adjusting himself to be able to look at you as he did, his cock slipped out of you making you whine at the empty sensation.

"Did you like me being inside you, sweet sister?" Aemond teased, fingers sliding down to the top of your cunt.

You nodded, lips grazing his as you begged, "I want you inside me always."

He pushed his fingers inside you, chuckling as you gasped at the suddenness. "Anything for you."

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[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Shuuen no Virche - Ankou Short Story

Writer: Satomi Nakayama Source: Shuuen no Virche Error Salvation Visual Fan Book

Note: Major spoilers for the ending of Adolphe/Ankou's route below.

Lycoris ~I only think of you~

—The Drifter, the person who I made a soul contract with.

‘—Did you know? Flowers have certain meanings and words that they symbolise.’

He was a knowledgeable man of many talents.

‘For example, red roses signify “love”, and also the words “I love you.”’

‘Is that so? At the very least, when I was in the outside world I never heard of such a thing…..I think.’

‘It’s knowledge one is unable to gain without asking first, so that’s understandable. But once you do know about it, the way you think of what you took to be everyday sights will change. If it has a meaning, I’ll teach you it.’

—Ever since then, because this conversation strangely left an impression on me, each time I came across a different type of flower, I would always ask him what it meant.

‘What about the flowers blooming in the garden at your home?’

‘The ones shaped like star fragments are lilies. They bear the meaning of innocent, pure love. The flowers that look like fairies are called laurel. They are flowers that mean to vow eternity, and the words, “I won’t change until I die.”

‘And these flowers that washed up from the sea?’

‘The ones that seem to have white wings are nodding anemones. They have the somewhat disquieting meaning of love unable to be conveyed, love betrayed. The other ones are elder flowers. They’re extreme flowers, that contain meanings of zeal, joy and pity.

‘Hoh….. There really are so many of them. I wonder for what purpose they exist…..’

‘Hmph. They exist so that flowers will become meaningful for people—most likely. And so that one can pick flowers that have a suitable meaning for the person you are giving them too…..or so it is thought.’

‘?’

As I remained unable to imagine it, the Drifter pointed his index finger at me.

‘Meanings are not necessarily everything but—A person of the opposite sex would likely be much happier receiving red roses, flowers that are suitable for a proper love confession, than ones that mean ‘dishonesty’, don’t you think?’

‘Well…..certainly.’

At this easily understood example, I nodded my head in agreement.

‘But to think there are as many meanings as there are flowers….. Have you memorised all of them?’

‘Haha, surely not. No matter how much I love flowers, even I have my limits. It’s only the ones I’ve read about in books or handle as part of my work that I know about.’

Hearing what he said, a “certain question” came to mind. If he knew the meanings of all flowers within his knowledge, then—

‘Do you know the meaning of lycoris flowers?’

‘Yes, of course. They were flowers that commonly bloomed in my hometown, after all. However—’

‘However?’

‘I don’t know the meaning of “black” lycoris. It would appear that this colour is unique to Arpéchéle.’

‘…..Does the meaning differ depending on the colour?’

‘Yes, that is correct. For example, the roses I told you about before, there is a big difference in meaning depending on if they are red or yellow.’

‘…..Sounds like there’s a lot to it.’

I continued to think it over.

‘Then—outside of the black kind, do lycoris flowers have a particular meaning?’

‘Yes, indeed they do. For example, the representative red variety—have the meaning of “passion.”’

‘Passion…..’

Hearing the word, what came to mind was—. The figure of my dear friend, left behind in the past that had gone by.

‘…..It’s a flower that suits Yves perfectly.’

The Drifter did not fail to hear the words I had quietly murmured.

‘My descendant…..you say. Perhaps you might call me not a doting parent, but a doting ancestor, for saying so, but hearing you say that makes me feel proud.’

However, the Drifter, after picking one of the lycoris that was blooming at his feet, handing it to me as he continued—

‘The one other true form they have—white lycoris, are surely a good fit for you.’

With a smile, he told me that he was sure they suited the face that I couldn’t remember.

‘Me…..?’

‘—White lycoris mean “I only think of you” and “Look forward to the day we meet again”, words of faithfulness. They are fitting for you, who continues to wish for her salvation, and to reunite with her again.’

‘…..…..…..!!’

My eyes widened at hearing what the Drifter had said. To think that flowers with such meanings as these existed this world…..

All the same, despite my astonishment, I shook my head at the Drifter’s words.

‘…..…..…..They are unfitting for someone as powerless as I. These lycoris noirge are more than enough for me.

As if imitating the Drifter, I picked a lycoris. And then—.

‘—The one who suits pure white lycoris, the kind that will bloom after salvation, is not me, but her. …..Someday, I want to see her smiling happily in a flower garden of white lycoris noirge.’

I spoke of my dream of a future in which someday the flower petals blooming before me became pure white—.

* * *

———My wish came true.

‘Adolphe, over here…..!’

‘Calm down, you don’t need to sprint, Ankou’s grave isn’t going to run away.’

My dear princess…..and the ex-novice, had come to visit my grave, which had been placed at the center of a field of white lycoris noirge.

Even though it wasn’t even my death anniversary, whenever something happened, she had made a habit of coming here to talk to me.

About things that had made her happy. Things that had made her sad. Insignificant things.

Because she spoke to me about almost everything, almost as if she were able to see me—

(I really am, so happy)

After running up to my grave, she laid down the white lycoris she had been holding.

‘These are white lycoris that Adolphe and I grew together, with Yves’ advice. Today they bloomed at last, so we came to bring you some, Ankou.’

…..Dear me. Even though so much time had already passed since my death.

‘…..I wanted to grow them together with you as well, Ankou.’

(—My princess, your habit of crying hasn’t changed at all)

I stretched out a finger, to stroke her hair…..or tried to, anyway.

(No, you don’t need my comfort anymore)

After all, she—had become a “normal person”, able to stand on her own two feet.

After forcefully wiping at her eyes, just as I thought she might…..

‘Beautiful, aren’t they…..? Flowers that bloomed in the future of salvation, that you protected for us—!’

She spoke with the brightest of smiles.

…..…..…..…..

(Ah, in the end-)

It hadn’t been a mistake.

(These flowers suit you the most, more than anyone else in this world)

If the lycoris I had watched over had become a guide for you to advance into the future, as they turned from black to white—.

(Nothing else could make me happier. I am the luckiest person in the world.)

Until the end of her life as a “normal person”, I pray that these flowers may continue to proudly bloom—.

#shuuen no virche #ankou #otomate #virche evermore #otome game #translation

[raaorqtpbpdy]

In Memory of Mom

Danny meets a strange, Spanish-speaking ghost wandering around Casper High. His Spanish isn't great, but he's pretty sure she's looking for her daughter.

For the Prompt: Danny encounters a strange spanish-only speaking ghost looking for Paulina Sanchez. Being a first year Spanish student, he only recognizes the words "mi hija" and hesitantly leads her to Paulina. It's Día de los Muertos, but because Paulina has been trying to fit in at school, and her papa remarried and doesn't want to make his new wife uncomfortable, they've fallen out of the habit of setting up the ofrenda and marigolds, leaving their mom/wife unable to find her way home. Paulina can't see or hear her, but Phantom can [From @dreamwraith]

Disclaimer: I am white, and I do not speak Spanish. It is with deepest regret that I must admit to using Google translate for the Spanish dialogue in this fic. If you notice any errors in the Spanish, or regarding Día de Muertos (which there might very well be, though I did do my research), please feel free to correct me. I can only do my best, and always appreciate the opportunity to do better.

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[Warnings for past character death, and mentions of culture death]

Danny typically liked to have more than one day to recover after fighting Fright Knight every Halloween. Not to mention the numerous other ghosts who always had to come out on that stupid holiday to cause as much trouble as possible during the period of time when the barrier between the human world and the Ghost Zone was at it's thinnest.

Of course, Danny never got more than one day, but he would have liked to.

Luckily the ghost that showed during lunch period on November second didn't seem to be causing any trouble. In fact, it didn't seem like she was powerful enough to cause trouble, even if she wanted to. No one besides Danny even seemed to notice her, which at least meant she wouldn't be able to cause any serious damage, even if she tried.

She was speaking Spanish as she walked through the halls of Casper High, and turning her head this way and that as if she was looking for something, or someone.

"¿La has visto? ¿Mi hija? ¿Dónde está mi hija? ¿La has visto?" she called out.

Now, Danny was only a first year Spanish student, and furthermore... he missed a lot of classes, so he wasn't sure exactly what she was saying, but he did recognize the words 'mi hija', 'my daughter'. The last time he'd been to Spanish class, Señora Gutierrez had been teaching family terms. Madre, padre, hermana, hermano, hija, hijo, tío, abuela, that kind of thing.

Subtly, he followed her until she walked into a hallway where there weren't any people, and then, with no one to look at him like he was crazy for talking to the air, he spoke to her.

"Excuse me, are you looking for your daughter?" Danny asked.

"¡sí mi hija!" the woman replied excitedly. "¿La conoces? ¿La has visto?"

Danny knew 'sí', that was 'yes', the most basic of basic Spanish. 'sí' and... and... okay, so Danny couldn't remember what 'no' was in Spanish, but he remembered 'sí'. Ancients, he was really gonna have to start showing up to that class more if he wanted to get the foreign language credits he needed to graduate.

"Uh... tu hija," Danny said, completely confident that he was already screwing up the grammar, "¿que es la nombre?"

"No es muy fluido en español, ¿verdad?" The ghost laughed. "Su nombre es Paulina."

"Paulina?" Danny didn't understand any of the rest of what she said, so he focused on the last bit. "Paulina Sanchez?"

"¡Sí!" she confirmed, enthusiastically. "Mi hija. Paulina Sánchez. ¿Tu la conoce?"

Danny nodded, although he'd kinda fallen off the sentence after 'sí'. "Why are you looking for her?"

"Es el Dia de Muertos," she said. "Quiero verla, pero no encuentro la ofrenda."

Danny had no idea to respond to that. The only word he recognized from all of that was 'la', but he couldn't glean a whole sentence from a single 'the', so he just looked at her with an expression that was half a forced, awkward smile and half a grimace.

"Ummmm..."

Was it safe to lead an unknown ghost to an unsuspecting human? Objectively no. Most especially not when the unsuspecting human was the girl Danny had a massive crush on. But... on the other hand, this particular ghost seemed pretty harmless, and she said she was Paulina's mother. So... maybe it was okay?

"How about I'll take you to her," Danny suggested.

The ghost that claimed to be Paulina's mother nodded excitedly and said something else in Spanish that Danny had no hope of translating. 

Danny led her to the outdoor table where the A-listers always sat, but Paulina wasn't there. After a little bit of prowling the quad, he found her, at an out of the way table no one ever sat at because the the school custodian always ignored it and it was disgusting. 

Paulina had laid her jacket over the bench to sit on, and unfolded a few paper napkins over the surface of the table. She had a handful of sugar cubes, and was poking one with a toothpick for some reason. She hadn't noticed him yet.

As much as he would have liked to go over to her as Danny Fenton and be the hero who let her talk to her mom again, he figured it would probably be suspicious if people knew he could see ghosts others couldn't. A but reluctantly, he looked around to make sure no one could see and transformed into Danny Phantom. The ghost, Paulina's mom, applauded him, like he'd just done a magic trick. To her, it might have seemed that way.

"Thanks," he said, a little sarcastically, and floated over to talk to Paulina.

"Excuse me, Paulina Sanchez?" Danny asked, as if he wasn't sure whether he knew her name or not. "There's a ghost here who wants to speak to you."

Paulina looked up and looked around, then turned back to Danny and raised a perfect eyebrow. She put down the sugar cube she was poking at, and Danny noticed that on her other side, there were two other sugar cubes sculpted into the shape of a skull.

"You mean you?" she asked. "Look, normally, I'd be thrilled, but today isn't really—"

"Oh, no, not me," Danny said. "She has long hair, wearing a nice knee-length dress.... It's kinda hard to describe ghosts in a way that makes them recognizable to people who knew them in life, 'cause colors tend to be different between life-and-death but uh... you and her have the same nose, actually. She says your her daughter? I don't speak Spanish, but I managed to figure out that much."

When he stopped talking, Pauling gave him a flat look.

"Are you messing with me?"

"No," Danny insisted. "She's not a very powerful ghost, so she can't stay in the visible range, but she's here. She wants to talk to you."

"Mamá?" Paulina asked hesitantly. "¿Estás aquí?"

"Sí, hija mía, estoy aquí," Mrs. Sanchez replied. "Estoy muy feliz de verte de nuevo."

Paulina didn't respond for a long moment, apparently waiting. Then, finally, she said, "I don't hear anything."

"I was worried you might say that," Danny said. "I'm gonna have to speak Spanish if you guys want to talk to each other, aren't I?" he sighed deeply. "Alright fine. Apologies in advance because I am gonna absolutely butcher the pronunciations."

"Hija," Mrs. Sanchez said, "volví a verte, pero no había camino para mí. ¿Por qué?"

Danny repeated the words to the best of his ability.

Paulina took a moment to parse them out, with a puzzled expression before finally saying, "Papá se volvió a casar. Su nueva esposa es gringa, así que no le hicimos un ofrenda en casa para que no se sintiera incómoda."

Danny didn't know what any of that meant, obviously, and was grateful he only had to repeat after Paulina's mom, because Paulina herself spoke Spanish very quickly and there was absolutely no way he wouldn't trip over his tongue mimicking her. 

"Pero estoy aquí, debe haber una ofrenda."

Danny mimicked her again.

Paulina looked a little embarrassed. "Sí... yo... hice uno en mi casillero para ti. No quería que no pudieras cruzar."

Her mother gasped. Danny really wished he knew what was going on.

"¿Me mostrarás?"

Paulina's expression lit up when Danny repeated that, and she stood, gathering up her jacket and her sugar cubes.

"Vamos," she said. "I mean, follow me."

She led the way through the empty halls and Danny and her mom followed.

"What were you guys talking about?" Danny asked, then immediately realized what he was asking and quickly backtracked. "I mean, never mind, it's probably personal. I was just curious. You don't have to answer that."

"No, it's okay," Paulina said. "See, my mom passed when I was seven, and every year, me and my dad set up an ofrenda for Day of the Dead with her picture so she could visit us. We moved here from Mexico when I was ten, but we kept up the tradition. 

"Last winter, though, Dad married my step-mom, and she's white, and doesn't know anything about Mexican traditions or holidays. Dad doesn't want to make her uncomfortable, so ever since they got married, we stopped celebrating most of what we used to back in Mexico, so we didn't put up an ofrenda this year, and Mom was asking why she couldn't find it, so I explained."

"Oh... that's... kinda sad," Danny said. "You just had to give up all your culture because your dad remarried?"

Paulina shrugged. "We had to give up a lot of it already, when we moved to America anyway," she said, as if that made it less sad and not more. "At least Sandra's nice, she's just... a little out of her depth sometimes."

"So... where are you taking us?"

Finally, she stopped in front of her locker and turned the dial with her combination.

"I didn't want mom to not be able to visit me, so... I sort of made my own ofrenda in my locker," Paulina explained sheepishly.

The door swung open to reveal the inside. There was a small magnetic shelf stuck on the back of the locker. On it, there was a small electric candle, some kind of orange flower, a pair of black lace gloves, and a heart-shaped locket. The locket was open and propped up so the picture inside was visible. It was the ghost Danny was trying to help.

Paulina reached in an put a few of the sculpted sugar cubes on the shelf next to the locket. The tiny sugar skulls were perfectly to scale with the tiny picture, but absolutely dwarfed by the flower.

The ghost put her hands to her heart and looked absolutely touched by the tiny display.

"Those were her favorite gloves," Paulina explained. "She always wore them when Dad took her dancing."

"What's the flower?" Danny asked.

"It's a marigold," she replied. "Cempasúchil, in Spanish. They're a traditional decoration for the ofrenda. You're also supposed to leave a trail of their petals from the grave to the ofrenda, but... Mom's grave is in Mexico, and the ofrenda is in my locker so...." 

"Ay, esto es hermoso," the ghost said. "Gracias. Amo mucho esto. Te quiero mi hija."

Danny had been to distracted to properly listen, so he wasn't sure how to repeat her words.

"Uh... she says she likes it."

The ghost gave him a look and a light slap that passed right through him.

"A lot, she likes it a lot."

"¡Y te amo!" she added insistently.

"Y te amo, she says," Danny repeated.

"Thank you, Phantom," Paulina said. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This means a lot to me."

Danny knew his cheeks were turning bright green, and he cleared his throat awkwardly to make sure his voice wouldn't crack.

"Uh, yeah, no problem," he said. "Don't mention it."

It was then that the bell rang signalling the end of lunch, and Paulina grabbed a couple of books from her locker and headed to class. Her mom followed, even though Paulina couldn't see her.

Danny had to get to class, too. He had Spanish class after lunch, and Ancients knew he didn't need to be missing any more of those.

In class, Señora Gutierrez talked about Dia de los Muertos, and for once, Danny actually sort of knew what she was talking about, thanks to Paulina. Maybe he should ask her to tutor him.

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #paulina sanchez #paulina sanchez's mom #dia de los muertos #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24 #spanish

[cryingcoyote13]

New York City: Chapter 1

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

TMNT x Oc (Platonic)

(Dashed text) = Na'Vi speech translated to english text

|| Chapter 2 ||

Inspired by @talewrites

(pls go read their fics they are amazing)

* * *

When Donnie was able to intercept the radio signal about the Foot Clan's newest "experiment" he immediately informed his brothers. They eventually decided they needed to go check it out, and in the cover of darkness the descended upon the warehouse. Leonardo was the first to notice it's disarray and the alarms blaring,

" it looks like a horror movie scene," Mikey whispered, earning a huff from Raphael as Donatello looked around nervously. What had happened here?

As they got closer, the bodies started to pile up, along with the sounds of crashing and things being thrown. Eventually, they heard a guttural growl as they came around a bend. Their eyes widened as they spotted a blue huddled form sitting in the middle of multiple bodies. It sat up with a shrill gasp as it whipped around to face them. She jumped up, knife and hands covered in blood as she panted, staring down the brothers. She was as tall as them, if not taller. Was she a mutant? Her tail lashed widely as she let out a hiss as one of the bodies began to groan. She plunged the knife into it over and over again, growling, hissing and panting like a feral animal. She eventually jumped back up and started knocking stuff off tables with shrill yells and yips.

" WHERE AM I!? " She whipped around, gasping and tossing stuff. These demons had brought her here. She knew that much.

She whipped back around as Leo stepped out from behind the corner, she hissed, lashing out with her knife as he stepped out. She climbed behind the metal table that had been dented when she threw it.

" WHO YOU DEMON!? " She screamed, fangs barred as the gaint green creature took in her words, her accent was foreign, something no one had ever heard before. He raised his 3 fingered hands to show he meant to harm as she lashed at him. She backed up, stepping over bodies and broken glass.

" I'm Leonardo, I am not going to hurt you. " He stated calmly as she pressed herself against the wall, ear pressed against her skull and tail lashing. She glanced at the body beside her, reaching down and grabbing the gun from his hand. She cocked it, pointing it at the creature as she hissed. Thank god dad taught me how to use this thing, she thought as the creatures eyes widened.

" Back. Now. " She hissed and he glanced at his brothers as they came to his side, she hissed louder. I could try to run past them, but then what? She hissed as the one in purple slammed his pole down on the metal ground that rang throughout the warehouse. She huffed, lowering the gun as her adrenaline started too where off. Everything was so heavy, so... tiring...

* * *

I was out cold before I hit the floor, I know that because I never felt myself hit the ground. My eyes shot open as I sat up, head whipping around frantically as I took in my surroundings, a little room. I ripped out the IV line that was stuck into me with a yelp of pain as I stumbled out of the bed and into the wall. I heard walking and quickly climbed under the bed that I had woken up on. I pulled my knee to my chest with a grunt of pain that I tried to suppress as my breathes became ragged and frantic. Where am I? What were those things? How did I—

My thoughts we interrupted by the covers the hung over the bed being moved, causing light to shine in under it. I winced at the bright light and hissed as a head bent down to look under. I pulled my knees closer as I scooted back as far as I could.

" Hey, it's alright, we will not hurt you." My ears perked at the familiar language.

" You speak the language of my people? Who are you...? " I moved my hand in front of my face to block the light as I squinted.

" My name is Donatello. You need medical attention. You are hurt. " Slowly, a 3 fingered hand reached under and was held out, I slowly took it, crawling out from under the bed. Everything burned, I winced, blinking rapidly at the bright light as I was helped up. I steaded myself, hearing talking from out behind the curtained entrance. I sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, glancing at the green creature in the purple mask nervously.

" Where.. where am i? " I whispered as he started to tend to where I had ripped out the IV.

" New York." He glanced at my confused expression as he continued, " On Earth. "

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as my eyes widened.

" What.. no.. no, no, no, no! " I started to shake violently, and as he put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped up, screaming and hissing from my perch on the bed.

" GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME. " At this, he tried to step back as I shrieked, but almost tripped as I huddled into the corner. There were footsteps and yelling outside,

" Donnie! What's happening? " One stated as the curtains were pushed open. I growled, crouched down in the corner of the room as another green creature with a red mask walked in. My eyes locked on the gap in between him and the other mutant, and I bolted, throwing myself in between the two before they could think. I crashed into something and yelped, standing up quickly, I ran as I heard someone come running. I glanced at something that reflected on the wall, a weapon. I quickly lept, taking a sword in hand and wipping around. I growled at 2 creatures that stood before me, one in red and one in blue, weapons also drawn. I hissed, tail lashing as I crouched down. I jumped over them as something crashed down where I had just been, a.. a hairless tail!? I glanced at the form with a hiss as I landed on top of the couch. My ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and I swung around, ready to kill as everyone started yelling. Two humans had barged in, the sword I held almost pressed again them. There was a shriek from someone as I was shoved harshly, I dropped the sword with a hiss of pain as I crawled back up from the floor.

" You okay angelcakes? " The creature in orange looked at the humans with concern as the one in red huffed in between us. I scoffed, picking myself back up as the one in red started towards me, weapons drawn. I hissed, running at him. I jumped right into him, sending him onto his back. I wrapped my hands around his weapons blades and yanked them from his grip as I jumped off of him. I flipped them around and got a grip on the handles as I spoke

" I WILL KILL YOU DEMON! DO NOT COME CLOSER! " I snorted as he started to get up, huffing and angry. I crouched down, ready to fight until the same creature from early stepped in between us.

" Raph, calm down. You, drop the weapons. " I hissed, fangs baring as I did.

" Send me back home! " I growled, ears flat against my skull.

" I need time to figure out how to do that alright, so please, for everyone's sake, drop them. " I snorted, throwing the knife like weapons passed both of their heads and into the wall. Everyone was silent as I stared at Donatello, the tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife. My ears twitched as footsteps sounded, I turned to see the rat-like creature from before. I glared at it as it came closer,

" What does it want? " I stepped back with a hiss as it continued to come at me, slowly but surely.

" She wants to know what you want, Sensei. " Donnie said, looking at Master Splinter. He didn't answer as he finally got close enough to touch me. I glared daggers at him, and he grabbed my hands firmly as he inspected the cuts from grabbing the twin sai from his son. He motioned for me to follow with his hand, I glanced back with a hiss at the one in red and followed nervously. He led me back to the room I had come from. He grabbed the first aid kit Donatello had been using and opened it up, wrapping my hands tightly and silently. I stared blankly pasted him, thinking about everything when tears started to prick at my eyes.

" I want to go home... Will I ever be able to go home? " I studied the small huddled rat-thing as if expecting an answer, but I got none. I sighed, tail and ears drooping as the one in blue, Leonardo, pushed through the curtains. I let out a small hiss, but he just glanced at me as Donatello pushed through the curtains as well.

" We will try to find a way to get you home. " He glanced up from the screen that glowed in front of him.

" Raph, you totally got your ass beat by the new babe! " The one in orange laughed, practically crying, earning a shove from one in red from behind the open curtain. A slight smile crawled across my face as the rat thing, the 'Sensei', finished wrapping my hands.

" Since I am apparently stuck here, my name is Lìu'ye alu Pxiut Asipä. " I scrunched my nose in annoyance as I watched his eyes fill with confusion and glance at Leonardo.

" Lìu'ye. " I repeated in annoyance, flexing my bandaged hands. He tried to say it back, but I put my hand in his face.

" Stop. It is pathetic to hear you struggle with something so simple! " I rolled my eyes, looking at Leonardo, who was eyeing us in confusion. I stared back, side eyeing him as I snorted in annoyance as Donnie spoke up.

" You should probably go apolo— "

" For what? That he's a wuss? Or weak? " There was immediately cackling from outside as I smirked as Donnie rolled his eyes. I shrugged, walking past him as he sighed.

" What do you guys have to eat around here? " I eyed the mutant in red as the one beside him in orange was hunched over laughing, at the lack of response I growled. My tail flicked as I eyed the two humans talking to the 'Sensei', or what must be the Eytukan and the mutant in blue. I turned to the sound of footsteps and looked down at the one in orange.

" What up, dudette! My name is Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mikey! " He grinned, I eyed him before I spoke.

" Mikey? " His grin widened as he raised his arms.

" Welcome to your new home!- I guess? " He glanced at his brother in purple who thought for a moment then nodded as he turned back to his computers. I eyed the Twin Sai in the wall and walked over, ripping them out of the wall and turning around. Everyone stared back, waiting for me to make a move. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the one in red, or 'Raph?' I handed him the two sai and smirked.

" What? Never got beat by a girl? " His eyes widened, and I swear I saw smoke come from his nose and ears. Mikey practically fell over laughing as I turned away, my tail hitting his hand as he practically vibrated with anger.

" Idiots I tell you! Eywa, help me! " I hissed, rubbing my face with my hands as I walked away. I felt my heart crack a bit as I reflected on what was happening. I was staring off into nothing that when someone grabbed my arm, I practically jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see a human woman staring up at me. She put out her hand to be shook.

" My name is April O'Neil. " I glanced at her wearily, looking back at a grinning Mikey as he gave me a thumbs up. I bent down, taking her hand gently and shaking it. I thought as she stared up at me, a small smile plastered on her face.

" Lilith.. My name Lilith. " The corner of my lips pulled to a small grin, slightly showing my fangs as I did.

" You are not all bad, little demon. " I smiled, standing up.

" Names? " I glanced at Mikey as I sat down on the couch, who seemed to light up at my words.

" This is my brother Donatello, a technical genius who is technically a genius! " He pointed to the mutant in purple as he spoke, then pointed to the one in red.

" This is my other brother, Raphael! He's the one with anger issues! " This earned him a glare from his brother as he moved onto the one in blue.

" This is my other, other brother. Leonardo, our fearless leader! " I glanced at him, eyebrows scrunched. Really? Him? A Eytukan? I almost laughed at the thought.

" Then, of course, there is me, Mikey, " He then pointed to the two humans,

" Then there is April, whom you already met, and Casey, the weird guy." I eyed the two as he pointed to the Sensei,

" And that is our dad, Master Splinter! " Ah, there is why they all listened to him. He was their father. I glanced at him, then Mikey.

" We are mutants. It's a long story. Anyways, tell me a bit about yourself! " He grinned excitedly as he sat down next to me. There was something so comforting about his unbothered ways. He reminded me much of my brother...

" I am Lìu'ye, or Lilith, of the Mangkwan clan. My father is the olo'eyktan, and my mother was a part of the Avatar Program before the Great War. " My ears twitched as Donnie walked over.

" Her name is Lilith of Mangkwan Clan. Her father was clan leader, and her mother was an avatar, " He stated, sitting down in between us with a cup of coffee.

" Yooo!! That's so cool! So you're like a princess of the clan? " Mikey chirped, leaning forward to see past his brother. I shrugged, nodding slightly

" I guess you could say that? " He grinned at my response, earning an eye roll from his brother,

" So I could call you princess? " At this, I snorted, flicking him in the face as he let out a yelp, almost knocking Donnie's coffee out of his hands as he flinched.

" Watch it, Mikey! " He barked in annoyance, standing up and walking back towards his computers. Mikey rolled his eyes. My eyes followed the edges of the room, then stopped at the wall full of weapons. I stepped up, walking closer to it with care. I inspected the weapons, metal, I scoffed, turning towards Mikey, who had followed me.

" Where my knife? " At this, I felt something come flying towards us, I practically shoved Mikey out of the way as I grabbed the knife before it hit the wall. He stumbled up with a star-struck expression as he looked at who had thrown the knife.

" Did you just throw my own knife at me? " I growled, stepping closer to Raphael as Mikey gulped.

" Hey- uh- guys, let just calm down– " At Mikey's blubbering, Leo realized what was about to go down and quickly stepped in.

" Woah woah woah, everyone, calm down! What happened? " I snorted, knife in hand as I stared down into Raph's eyes.

" Don't you EVER think that I am scared of you. You moron, thinking you're so tough when you are the weakest. " I spat, pointing a finger into his chest.

" Raph threw Lil's knife at her! " Mikey explained to Leo as his brother was still being faced down by their newest 'addition' to their group.

" Raph! What the hell is your problem!? " Leo retorted, shoving his brother away as Mikey drew away my attention as I sheathed my knife.

" Hey princess, how about we go get you something to eat? Is there anything specific you want? " He said as he pulled me away, my tail lashed as I reluctantly followed him. I shrugged as I sat down at the table and watched Mikey get to work on whatever, while Leo and Raph's arguing was still echoing throughout the rooms. I eventually must have fallen asleep because Mikey had to wake me.

" Hey! Hellooooo! Wake up, sleepy head! I made pancakes! " I slowly pulled my head off of the table with a tired groan as a plate was put in front of me. I rubbed my eyes as I took in the scent of the food in front of me. I started stuffing my face before Mikey could hand me a fork. He watched in amusement as I finished off the plate within seconds.

" Thanks Mikey. " I purred out, standing and stretching as I yawned.

" You're welcome! Anytime you want something to eat, just let me know! " I nodded, eyes closed as I breathed in the scents around me. There was something.. something new, I turned around to see Master Splinter sitting cross-legged in a circle of candles. I silently walked over, careful not to interrupt as I sat down in front of him. I watched curiously, head cocked to the side as my tail thumped quietly against the floor. He eventually opened an eye to see what I was doing.

" Hello, Master Splinter. " I chirped out as he opened both eyes.

" Hello Lilith, how are you feeling? "

" ..Lost. " I whispered out, and he nodded in understanding.

" We will try our best to get you back home to your universe. " He returned to his pose, leaving no room for questioning his words. I huffed, standing up and looking around and picking a direction. I walked over to the glowing room of screens cautiously. I wasn't even halfway there before I felt something flying through the air at me. I leaped for the couch, almost flipping it over as I rolled back up and looked around. Master Splinter was standing where I had been with an amused glint in his eyes. At this sudden movement, his sons joined us on the outskirts of the room. I felt a grin creep across my face as I took a stance, ready to dodge or attack. There was a deafening silence until he came running at me, I jumped out of the way and onto the roof, hanging upside down by my legs with a grin.

" That's all you got, old man? " I chirped, causing Donnie to cackle as he informed Master Splinter of what I had said. They all grinned, even Raph, as I jumped down. Splinter motioned for me to make the first move, and I did. I jumped at him, but as he ducked down, I grabbed the back of his clothes and rolled, sending him flying. He caught himself with a thunk as I quickly stood back up. He walked closer, clamly and I followed suit.

" You fight well, but you can still be taken by surprise. " At that, his tail swept my feet from under me, and I hit the floor with an annoyed hiss. I sat back up, still grinning slightly as he continued.

" With more training you will be ready for surprise attacks. If you would like to train? "

I grinned wide in excitement as I hopped back up.

" I would love to! - if it's not any trouble! " I nodded quickly, bowing my head to him.

" When your injuries are healed, we will begin. " He said as he walked back to the circle of candles, I grinned, looking back at the 4 brothers who had watched. Mikey gave a thumbs up and Donnie nodded, but Raph and Leo just watched, faces deadpanned as they glanced at each other. My grin faltered as I looked at them, I turned back at Mikey who was excitedly hopping around, and it returned.

" This is so cool! You'll get to train with us! It'll be soooo fun! " I nodded, a yawn escaping my lips as I did.

" It's almost sundown. " Donnie pointed out, elbowing Leo gently to which he nodded, arms crossed. My ears perked as I turned to look at them.

" What does that mean? " I inquired, following the group as they went to the weapons wall.

" We are going out to patrol the city, " I cocked my head at Donnie's reply.

" You can sleep in the guest room, where you woke up at. " He pointed to the room as I nodded.

" We will be out until sunrise. " Leo added as he sheathed his katanas. I took a seat of the couch as they finished grabbing their gear.

" We won't be gone too long princess! " Mikey chirped, earning a groan from the rest of the party and an eye roll from me as they left.

I huffed, melting into the couch as I tried to stay awake. I very much lost the fight and fell into deep sleep and was awakened by the sound of heavy footfall. I practically jumped up, making eye contact with a masked man. I growled, jumped on top of him as he let out a shriek, I knocked of the mask to reveal– Casey.

" Really smart. " I spat sarcastically as I hopped off of him. He stumbled up, looking at me in fear as I returned to my spot on the couch, eyes following him.

" You almost killed me! " He yelped, pointing his mask at me with his hand. I nodded, letting a fanged grin show as he stomped off. I snorted, rolling my eyes as I closed my eyes once again, relaxing into the couch.

I was awoken to the sound of hushed arguing as the brothers returned. I yawned, stretching and getting up as they put their weapons back up onto the wall. I spotted Casey staring at me from beside April and I snapped my fangs at him with a grin as he jumped back. They all turned to me as I cleared my throat.

" Thank you. " I stated as I signed 'I See You' to each of the brothers as they stayed silent. Suddenly there was a scoff from Casey as he spoke up,

" You guys are lucky, she tried to eat me! " He snapped as I let out a laugh and snapped at him again.

" Tasty human~ " I grinned, and he rolled his eyes as the brothers' and April broke into laughter. After they calmed down April handed me a duffle bag, to which I cocked my head in confusion.

" It's clean clothes, probably not your style but it's all I could find that would fit you. " A purr rumbled out of my chest as I smiled down at her.

" Is she– purring? " Raph pointed at me as I walked towards my unofficial room to change.

" Na'Vi purr when they are content or comfortable." Donnie piped up from his screen, fixing his glasses before turning back.

" Awwwwww! That's adorable!!~ " Mikey squeaked from beside Raph who just rolled his eyes as I disappeared behind the curtains.

I quickly changed, the clothes fit like a glove and were surprisingly comfortable! Though I did have to cut a hole for my tail in the pair of shorts I picked out. I stepped out of the room to see April's smiling face.

" You look amazing! " She took my giant hands into hers as she led me along to the kitchen area where everyone was crowded at the table, talking and eating. My nose twitched at the unfamiliar smell that got stronger as I got closer. April pointed to an empty chair next to Raph as she sat on the other side of it. I hopped up into the chair and sat cross legged, catching the glances that everyone shared as I got comfortable.

She scooted a plate with a triangle shaped piece of food towards me.

" It's called pizza, it's good! Try it! " I picked up the flimsy thing and nervously took a bite, it was delicious! I quickly scarfed it down with a satisfied purr. I watched as everyone descended into conversation around the table. I felt my heart crack as my eyes started to sting, I missed my home. I quickly got up, without a word, and jumped up into the exposed piping within the lair. I crawled into a hidden away spot, breathing out a sigh as tears started to stream down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as I fought to silence the sobs that shook my body as I scrubbed the tears off my face.

" Eywa please... please, I miss them. I miss my home... " I whispered out, the prayer to Eywa echoing in my ears.

I sat there for a while, exhausted and lost. I stared at the pipes, longing from the familiar twists and turns of the trees and the sounds of village below. I closed my eye tightly, hoping I would open them and this was all a funny dream, but it wasn't. I eventually fell asleep, curled up against the unfamiliar pipes, yet somehow they gave me a familiar sense of comfort as I slept. I dreamed of the forests, my family.. my family...

I groaned, slowly pulling my head from the uncomfortable position it had fallen into while I was asleep. I crawled down carefully, letting out a big yawn as I wandered towards the kitchen. I fumbled with the fridge and grabbed a water bottle from inside. I struggled for a moment with the cap then opened it and chugged the whole thing in one big gulp. I wiped my mouth, throwing the bottle away as I stepped out into the common room. I peered at the sleeping figure on the couch, the familiar blue mask gone, but I still recognized it as Leo. I strolled towards the exit, glancing back each time I heard Leo toss and turn. I eventually lifted the cover and peered out; it was just after sundown. I pulled myself out of the small hole, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I sat to the side of the cover, watching from the shadows as people walked by. I took in a gulp of air, savoring the taste of fresh air on my tongue as it filled my sore lungs. It was so peaceful and calm, that was until the manhole cover flew off as someone jumped out. I bit my tongue in order not to scream as Leo crossed his arms, eyeing me as he stepped over to me. He crouched next to me in the shadow as he slowly spoke up,

" You shouldn't come out here alone. It's dangerous," I scoffed as he continued.

" But I understand you just wanted to relax, I come out here sometimes when I'm stressed. " I raised an eyebrow disbelievingly as he turned his head towards me.

" I'm serious! " He laughed quietly, as my lips pulled into a smile.

" It's... calm. " I stared up at the sky as he followed my gaze. He stood up, putting out his hand to help me up. I took it carefully, pulling myself up as he motioned for me to follow him. As we climbed to the roof top in silence the stars became more and more visible with each step we took until we made it to the roof. He sat along the edge, and I sat next to him, feet dangling off the edge as we looked up at the sky.

We sat there until it was almost sun up, then we slipped back down into the sewers and returned to the lair. I held a smile as we returned, a new energy coursing through my body. We were met with a piercing stare from Master Splinter as we walked into the common room.

" And where have you two been? " He eyed us curiously as Leo spoke up.

" Just watching the stars and relaxing. " I nodded, throwing a small smile his way as I looked back at his father.

" Well next time please let someone know where you are going. " We quickly nodded; a smile still plastered on my face as we were dismissed. I quickly scattered to the kitchen at the smell of food, I was towering over Mikey before he realized I was there. He must have felt my breath on his head, because he looked up suddenly. I beamed, looking into his eyes then at what he was making.

" Food? " I questioned as I stepped to the side of him, and he returned to cutting the vegetables.

" Yep!~ You'll love this! April brought it down for me to cook! " I smiled, leaving him be as I went to find Splinter again. I found him in what looked like an empty room, this must be the training room, I thought as I walked towards him.

" I am ready. " He glanced at me with a nod.

" Are you sure? We will not go easy on you. "

" We? " I echoed as he called for Raphael, who was quickly in the entrance at his father's call.

" Raphael, are you up to help Lilith with her training? " Splinter said as he turned to his son as he nodded, arms crossed.

" Good, stand in that corner. Lilith, you'll stand here, " He pointed to the corner opposite of the one that Raph had stepped into,

" Alright, your goal is to stay out of Raph's hold. No weapons this time. " He stepped off to the outskirts of the room, waiting for a moment as we got into stances before he spoke.

" Begin! "

And with that Raphael leapt forward, running towards me as I stood still. He was about to grab me when I swiftly ducked, rolling to the side and jumping up and quickly gaining distance as he whipped around. I grinned, raising an eyebrow as he came towards me again. I quickly dodged, letting a fake yawn slip as he came at me again. I jumped out of the way again, as I opened my mouth to say something a pair of arms locked around me. I yanked my arms out, throwing them back as I gripped onto the back of the neck of whoever had grabbed me. I shifted my weight forwards as I bent down, throwing whoever was behind me over my head and towards Raph. I panted, pulling myself up right, meeting the stunned face of Leo, who was laying on his back on the ground. I let out a throaty laugh as I looked at the two shocked turtles as I crossed my arms.

" You didn't think I would be that easy to overpower, did you? " I grinned, sticking my tongue out as Leo got up and into stance beside Raph. I grinned, also getting into my stance as the two leapt towards me. I crouched down, throwing myself into Raph's legs. This sent him tumbling over as I rolled out of the way and ran faster towards the wall, Leo following close behind. I leapt onto the wall, pushing myself off of it and flipping midair as I launched myself into Leo, feet meeting his mid-section in an action that sent him flying backwards with a gasp of surprise. I jumped up as he hit the wall with a crash. I smirked as Raph got up, who was chuckling at his brother's dazed expression he had from his spot on the floor. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I glanced between the two brothers'. I snorted, shaking with laughter as Leo regained his balance.

" Geez, I didn't think I was gonna be a punching bag today! " He whined as he got up. At this I practically fell over laughing, drawing the attention of Michelangelo from outside the room.

" Yo who put a Leo sized dent in the wall? " He said, peaking into the room with a hand on the door frame. Raph pointed to me as I grinned innocently.

" No way! And I missed it?! " He gasped, a smirk creeping across his face as Master Splinter joined me in the middle of the room.

" You did well Lilith, we will end training here for today. " He said with a curt nod. I nodded, bowing my head as he exited the room. Me, Leo, and Raph followed suit, drawn towards the smell of food from the kitchen that Mikey had returned to. I quickly hopped into a chair, nose twitching at the mouthwatering scent of food in the air. There was bowl of food placed in front of me by Raph as he and April helped Mikey get the food ready for everyone as Splinter started making some tea. I stared at the bowl, slowly taking the small metal utensil that sat beside it. There was chunks of meat and vegetables, I sniffed the spoonful of food I had brought closer to my face before taking a bite. My pupils grew wide with delight as I ate some more food, I was met with a smirk for Mikey as he sat down next to me. My tail thumped against the chair with a purr rumbling from my chest as I ate.

" Really good! " I grinned through a mouthful of food at Mikey, who had just started eating his own food. He grinned back, also speaking through a mouthful of food.

" I know right? First time April made it with me I fought Casey for seconds! " I purred out a laugh as I continued to scarf down the food until my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I got up with a purr as I collected the empty bowls from around the table and quietly stood by Leo, who had taken the responsibility of cleaning up after dinner. I put the dishes in the water and joined Mikey, who was playing a 'video game' on the couch. I sat next to him, watching over his shoulder as he muttered angrily every time he lost. It became a rhythmic sound, the clicking of buttons followed by the sounds of angry muttering or cheering each time he won. I watched, not really understanding what he was doing but it was more interesting than trying to sleep or dreaming about my home only to have to wake up in an unknown world. I was about to fall asleep until Mikey jumped up, whooping and running over to where Leo had been sitting. I quickly followed, getting close enough to hear Mikey and Leo's conversation.

" Pleaseee Leo! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeee " Mikey whined, on his hands and knees, begging Leo, who sat in his chair with his arms crossed, looking disapprovingly at Mikey.

" No! It's way too dangerous out there! Especially with the Foot Clan activity picking up! " At this, Mikey let out a groan of annoyance.

" Pleaseeeee this is the only day of the year we can fit in! " He begged, shaking Leo by the shoulders as he got up.

" No Mikey! You are not going out anywhere, that is final. " He snapped as he turned towards his room, causing Mikey to sigh and turn back towards the couch. I followed after him, rubbing my tired eyes as I did.

" What's wrong? " I asked as I trailed after him. He practically threw himself onto the couch as he answered.

" Leo is no fun! Not even letting me go to one Halloween parade! " He whined, sitting up and making room for me on the couch.

" Halloween? " I echoed as he thought of the right words to explain it.

" It's a celebration of sorts, where everyone dresses up. It's the one day of the whole year where we are free to mingle with humans without fear of scaring them! But someone never lets us have any fun around here! " He yelled the last part, making sure Leonardo had heard him. My eyebrows knitted together as I thought.

" Just trying to protect. " Mikey let out a sigh as I spoke, head in his hands.

" I know, but it's annoying. " I nodded in understanding, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

" Get some rest. " I suggested as he yawned. He nodded, grinning as he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

" Good night princess, sleep well! " He grinned as he released me from his hold and made his way towards his room.

" May Eywa guide you, " I yawned, taking a moment to stretch before jumping up into the piping. I crawled into the corner, realizing that someone had put some blankets and pillows up here. I smiled, curling up in the blanket as I quickly descended into sleep.

I looked around the pitch-black void I had awoken in. I whipped around at the sounds of something moving, only to meet the piercing gaze of someone's purple eyes. I was frozen under their gaze, I tried to step closer but couldn't. I was fighting my own body as those eyes burned straight through my soul.

I shot straight up, banging my head on a pipe with a yelp of pain.

" Son of a- " I growled as I rubbed my head.

" You okay up there? " I crawled towards the exit slowly, a hand still rubbing my head as I jumped down to meet Donnie's curious gaze. I nodded, removing my hand from my head.

" Did you put a blanket and pillow up there for me? " He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. I walked past him and towards where April was making food.

" You want some? It's cereal. " She looked up at me with a tired grin. I nodded, and she handed me a bowl and a spoon. I sat down at the table next to Splinter and Leo, who both had tea in their hands. Leo was slowly perking up; he obviously wasn't a morning person. Splinter was sipping his tea silently as I too started to perk up.

" Who put blanket? " I pointed to where I had slept at, and Leo shrugged.

" Must have been Mikey, "

" What must have been Mikey? " Raph interjected with Mikey at his side as they sat down.

" Whoever put a blanket and pillow up there for Lilith. " Leo answered tiredly as Mikey piped up.

" I didn't put anything up there? "

" That's because I did. " Raph answered, taking a sip of coffee as practically everyone turned to face him with a shocked or confused expression.

" Thank you, very comfortable. " I smiled as I continued to eat. He nodded with a huff as Mikey grinned at him.

" Growing soft or something Raph? " Casey grinned as Rapheal turned around to face him, causing Casey to find safety behind April.

" I'll punch you short stack. "

" Okay okay, I get it! " Casey whined from behind April as she made her way towards the table.

" Do you mind if I make a bow? " I looked up at Donnie as I finished off my breakfast.

" I don't see why that would be a problem. I have some wood you can use as the base. " He said as he disappeared into his room, returning a few seconds later with multiple sticks. I carefully took them, inspecting each one until I found one perfect for my new bow. He put the rest back as I sat down on the couch, knife in hand as I carved away. Eventually, Leonardo joined me on the couch, watching carefully as I carved away.

" What are 'ya making? " He pointed to the stick as I grabbed the string Donnie had brought over earlier.

" Bow. " I said as I tied the string and held up the bow. I pulled back, pretending to fire an arrow as he watched curiously. I stood up and I grabbed one of the smaller sticks I had sharpened for an arrow. I pulled back, breathing out as I let the arrow fly through the air. It hit the wall and stuck into it, I grinned, turning to Leo as he held a amazed expression.

" Woah! That was amazing! " He smiled as I retrieved the arrow.

" Want to try? " I held out the bow and arrow to him. He smiled, carefully taking it as I showed him how to stand.

" Hold here. " I carefully directed him into the right way to hold a bow, hissing slightly every time he tried to move.

" Shoulders back! Elbow up! " I barked, pushed his arms into place as I made sure his stance was good. I nodded as he breathed out to release the arrow. It didn't hit and he let out a frustrated groan as I snickered.

" Most do not get that far, did good." I retrieved the arrow as he handed back my bow.

" Yeah, well I'll stick to my katanas. " I nodded, smiling at the fact I was able to teach my new friends about my ways of fighting. I returned to the couch as he left, and I continued carving designs into my bow. Once I had finished with the designs on the bow I moved onto the arrows, sharpening them until they couldn't get any sharper. I then joined everyone for dinner, which was pizza, at the table. I was able to show off my new bow, shooting arrows quickly and swiftly into the walls as everyone watched. I retrieved them and crawled back up into my spot, sharpening them again before putting them in a quiver that Donnie had found a while back as dinner ended. I curled up, ready to sleep as the noise around the lair stopped as everyone went to sleep. That was, until the sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the space, I almost thought I was dreaming, until I heard someone breathing. I quickly and quietly hopped up, grabbing my bow and quiver and slinging them over my shoulder as I hopped down to meet Mikey, who was as pale as a ghost as he spotted me.

" Oh- uhh, hey princess...! " He whispered as I eyed him curiously while he grabbed his nun chucks off the wall.

" Where you going? " I whispered back, following after him as he walked swiftly and silently towards the exit.

" Um, just, y'know- out? " He grinned, trying to seem innocent as I followed him.

" Where. " I hissed softly back as he rubbed the back of his neck.

" To a Halloween parade... please don't tell Leo I'll be fine! " He whined softly, as I crossed my arms.

" Fine... but we stay together. " His eyes glowed as he led me towards the exit. As we climbed out of the hole I looked back, wincing internally, this was definitely not smart. But what was the worst that could happen?

I was quickly distracted all the people; my mouth fell agape as we joined the crowd. A smiled crawled across my face as we danced and sang with the crowd, Mikey was right, this is awesome! Many people came up to us, saying how good our costumes were. We just laughed and gave them fist bumps as we continued down the streets. It had to be almost midnight when I first noticed the smoke. I grabbed onto Mikey's arm as the smoke became thick and explosions sounded off. We were separated in the panicking people, I looked around as fear rose in my chest, only to meet those purple eyes from my dream. They pierced through the smoke; I felt my heart leap into my throat as I froze under their gaze.

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Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Drake: "That was close. We almost got swept away."

His outstretched hand reached for the oar right next to me.

(Was he just trying to grab the oar?)

My heart was pounding with embarrassment from the sudden closeness. Drake, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind and kept his gaze forward.

Drake: “There’s a fork in the road. Which way do we go, Captain?”

Mitsuki: “Huh? I’m the captain?”

Drake: “Whoever’s wearing that hat is the captain. Now, tell me where you want to go.”

I chuckled in response to his mischievous smile and pointed to one of the two diverging paths in the river.

Mitsuki: “Then, full starboard toward that route!”

Drake: “Yes, Your Majesty. As you wish."

I gave the order as a captain does, and he maneuvered the oar skillfully.

The boat quickly gained speed, and the cool breeze on the water gently brushed against us. Before we knew it, the sky had turned red.

Drake: "Watch your step, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Okay. Whoops!"

I grabbed his outstretched hand as we docked the boat by the shore and stepped out.

Mitsuki: “Today was so much fun! Paris looked kind of different than usual today.”

Drake: “That’s what matters most. I’ll consider your smile as my payment.”

Mitsuki: “Are you sure? Thank you. I’ll come back for another ride sometime.”

Mitsuki: "And one more thing, thank you. You made my worries go away."

Drake: "Hm? I just spoke my mind."

He said it as if it were nothing, but the lingering unease in my heart disappeared, leaving me feeling refreshed.

(Even though he just arrived here, he managed to cheer me up.)

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake. If you ever start missing your world, don't hesitate to talk about it."

Mitsuki: "If you're okay with me, I'll listen as much as you want."

(I want to hear more about him.)

In addition to the desire to help him, a budding curiosity to get to know him better began to grow.

He slightly widened his eyes at my words.

Drake: "Thanks, little fawn, but it won't come to that."

Drake: "I don't have a place to miss or a place to return to."

(Huh?)

His words were so straightforward that I looked back at him.

Drake: "I'm fine with being a flying Dutchman."

(A flying Dutchman?)

Drake: "It's a tale of a man who endlessly roams the sea for eternity."

I tilted my head, wondering what he meant, and he responded with a sarcastic smile.

Then, suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached.

Mitsuki: "Whoa!"

Drake: "Whoops."

Suddenly, my body shook with a thud.

I almost fell, but Drake quickly supported me.

Mitsuki: "Thanks. Huh?"

I looked down and saw a girl sitting on her butt beside me.

Mitsuki: "Did I bump into you? Sorry, are you okay?"

Girl: "I'm fine."

I held out my hand, but the girl replied bluntly, stood up without making eye contact, and immediately tried to turn on her heel.

Drake: "Hold up."

Girl: "----!"

Drake reached out and caught the girl's arm, and there, in her hand, was my wallet.

(Huh? When did she...?)

Drake: "I knew it. I thought something like this would happen."

Girl: "Let go!"

The girl glared at him and began to struggle.

I looked at her closely and saw that her clothes were full of patches, and her hands and feet were so thin.

Drake: "Well, what should we do? What happens if we hand her over to the authorities in this era? Hanging?"

Mitsuki: "She's not a pirate, so I don't think it'll go that far!"

Girl: "I said let go!"

Drake: "Oww!"

The girl bit his hand and bolted away from the scene like a stray cat.

Drake: "Sorry, she got away. We got your wallet back, so that's good, right?"

Mitsuki: "It's more than enough. Thanks, Drake. I didn't notice at all."

Drake: "Well, I understand. I did similar things to survive when I was a kid."

That girl had the eyes of a lone wild animal.

I wonder if he had the same eyes as a child.

Mitsuki: “What kind of child were you?”

Drake: “I was the textbook troublemaker. I stole, I fought. Looking back now, I had all the qualities of a pirate.”

Drake: “Until I got picked up by a pirate ship, I had nowhere to go.”

His tone hinted at a lonely past.

(There must have been circumstances that forced him to do that.)

I hesitated to delve deeper into the topic and didn’t press further.

Drake: “That kid from earlier seems pretty experienced.”

Drake: “Compared to when I was alive, this 19th-century Paris is relatively peaceful.”

Drake: “But it seems like no matter the era, there’s always a gap between the rich and the poor.”

Mitsuki: “You’re right. Even in my time, the 21st century, it hasn’t been resolved.”

(But to think that a child about that age is pick-pocketing on a daily basis...)

The harsh reality weighed on my chest.

Mitsuki: “I wonder if that girl has a family.”

Drake: “........”

(Drake?)

Drake: “Even if she does, having blood ties doesn’t necessarily mean having a good family.”

His mumbled words sounded cold and slightly lonely.

I wanted to know more about Drake.

That feeling began to sprout that day.

One morning...

(I wonder if he’s working now.)

I reminisced about our time on the Seine River while doing some gardening.

(Given his personality, he’d probably gain more customers.)

(But it might be a shame if he gets used to his job. I kind of like his clumsy boat tour.)

Chuckling at the thought, a piece of white paper suddenly flew before me.

I picked it up from the ground and saw that the paper had musical notes written on it.

(This is sheet music. Did it fly over from Mozart’s music room?)

I gathered the scattered sheets to deliver them and suddenly noticed a title written on one of them.

(The Flying Dutchman?)

(Is this the story Drake mentioned the other day?)

When I delivered the sheet music to the piano room, Mozart counted the number of sheets and neatly arranged the paper.

Mozart: "Thank you. I opened the window to get some fresh air, but the papers got blown away."

Mozart: "I'm glad you were the one who picked it up. If it were Dazai or Arthur, I'd have unpleasant memories associated with this piece."

(He's as strict as ever.)

I chuckled and asked Mozart.

Mitsuki: "Is this piece called 'The Flying Dutchman'?"

Mozart: "Yeah, it's an opera composed by Richard Wagner."

Mozart: "Music evolves with time. I wanted to try listening to various compositions by other musicians, so I ordered the sheet music."

Mitsuki: “Sounds intriguing. What’s the opera about?”

Mozart: “It’s the tale of the legend of the flying Dutchman. Originally, it was a story passed down among sailors.”

(The Flying Dutchman.)

According to the legend that Mozart told me, long ago, a certain Dutch captain was caught in a fierce storm during a voyage.

The captain, defying the pleas of his crew to stop, forcefully sailed the ship onward, shouting defiantly towards the heavens.

『 I will sail on through the storm. Not even God or the Devil can stop me! 』

Mozart: “He was cursed to never die and condemned to wander the seas alone forever.”

Mozart: “That’s the story.”

Mozart quietly concluded the legend.

(Forever alone. That’s kind of lonely.)

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "I don't have a place to miss or a place to return to."

Drake: "I'm fine with being a flying Dutchman."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Is Drake comparing himself to that captain?)

(I don’t really know what he means, but to him, being resurrected without his own will probably feels like an eternal voyage.)

Even so, the idea of endlessly wandering the sea alone felt quite lonely.

As I was thinking about it and feeling sad, Mozart spoke again.

Mozart: “The legend ends there, but the opera tells the story that comes after.”

Mitsuki: “What comes next?”

Mozart: “A tale of redemption of the soul and eternal love.”

The only way to break the curse of the captain, who had become immortal, was to find a fated maiden who would pledge eternal love.

Every seven years, the captain was allowed to land in the harbor. On one such day, the captain finally encountered a maiden and made a promise of marriage.

However, due to a misunderstanding, the captain believed he had been betrayed by the maiden and set sail in despair. The maiden, filled with sorrow, threw herself into the sea as a pledge of her love for him.

Mozart: “The maiden’s sacrifice resulted in the curse being lifted, freeing him from his eternal voyage. Then, their souls ascended from the sea to the heavens.”

Mozart: “That is the story depicted in the opera.”

Mitsuki: “Realistically, it may seem hopeless, but it’s a happy ending for them.”

(If the captain could’ve just trusted the maiden, they might’ve had a shot at being happy together.)

The maiden became his refuge as he wandered through eternity.

Mozart: “That was quite a long story. But it’s rare for you to take an interest in opera.”

Mitsuki: “I was curious because Drake mentioned The Flying Dutchman.”

Mozart: “I see. This opera was composed in the 19th century, so Drake probably knows the legend rather than the actual opera.”

Mozart: “Considering that he lived in the same era but didn’t even bother with Shakespeare’s plays, I doubt he’d be interested in it.”

While making these somewhat sarcastic remarks, Mozart sighed lightly.

Mozart: “By the way, can you tell Drake something for me?”

Mozart: “I’m not playing the piano for the sake of your sleep. Sleeping in front of the piano room is strictly prohibited.”

Mitsuki: “Hehe, got it. I’ll pass on the message.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, imagining Drake easily falling asleep and Mozart playing the piano for him.

That night, at a late hour, when the birds and trees were quiet一

Drake: “.........”

Drake looked up at the crescent moon floating in the night sky from the mansion’s garden.

Drake: "The moon will disappear tomorrow."

Drake mumbled this and left the garden with his cloak fluttering, disappearing into the forest surrounding the mansion.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp drake #ikevamp francis #ikevamp jp #ikevamp #francis drake #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp translation #otome

[sunday-shun12]

¡CONNECTION AT FIRST SIGHT! [Pilot]

English is not my first language and I trust everything with the translator on my phone, sorry if there are errors

PANTALONE

You work for Tsaritsa herself in an "organization" that she created secretly since not even the heralds themselves know you. One particular day you were in front of His Majesty's office waiting for some sign, the atmosphere was tense waiting for the warning from the woman who was writing on a parchment

"Dandelion" that particular nickname that was part of your job rang in your ears sending a shiver down your spine when she mentioned it, you walked in front of her desk bowing before her.

" Your majesty, you sent a letter and now I am here waiting for the reason for your call, do you want anything? " His pale blue eyes looked at you as if piercing your soul, examining you only to smile calmly.

" As always, you know my reasons...this time I want you to do me a favor and attend the dance tonight to make sure everything goes well "

You nodded slowly, you hated places with a lot of people and especially when there was social labeling involved, you couldn't refuse what he said so you had to attend no matter what. The night came slowly, you were wearing a long and elegant dress that highlighted every curve in an exquisite way, you didn't want to stand out too much, after all you hated having eyes on you. Your hands picked up a glass that was on one of the tables and you began to drink it slowly, watching how everything was going, classical music filled the atmosphere along with the voices of people chatting in small groups.

You had noticed that something or someone had been staring at you. You knew who it was, Pantalone, or rather that banker whose attention you caught and now he couldn't take his eyes off of you, The man apologized to a duo of diplomats who were brave enough to talk to him, you saw him approach you and you prepared your best expression of joy, when he was in front of you he took your hand and kissed it politely.

" I wonder what a beautiful lady like you is doing here away from the people, with whom I have the honorable pleasure of speaking? " That smile, you knew every characteristic and expression of each Herald as you knew their dirty tricks, that smile meant falsehood, daring and mischief.

" My name is Y/N, crowds scare me a little, I prefer to see everything from here " You lied skillfully by feigning a timid tone of voice.

The music stopped suddenly only to play a delicate piece, people gathered to dance, you cursed internally knowing what he was going to ask of you right now.

His smile widened only to squeeze your hand a little and slowly approach him. " Would you be so kind as to dance this piece with me? "

"It would be a pleasure" They both walked towards the center of the dance floor looking into each other's eyes, even if it was a simple dance you couldn't let your guard down, especially with the 9th of the Fatui heralds. Minutes passed with the music stopping, they both bowed in front of each other. With a calm tone of voice you spoke softly

" Thank you very much for inviting me to dance " As soon as the crowd began to appear you disappeared with it, your steps were hurried not wanting to be there for another minute, you had already visualized enough and everything was going well.

That same night you not only left Pantalone with intrigue but you had also left him wanting to know more about you, he couldn't get out of his mind how beautiful you looked that same night, he wanted to know who you were...not only did he want to know your name I wanted to know more and I hoped one day to see you again

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This chapter is just a pilot, I want to see if it goes well for me writing a little about this, if you want more about this type of thing just leave me the characters so they can appear in the future..

I was thinking about adding Dottore too, maybe I'll do it soon if I have time, leave me your requests, just add if you want a female reader or a male reader for a character

#genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fatui #genshin impact

[gaintsnowflake]

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

ONESHOT : in which your hiding your relationship with lockwood even though he is the father to your child

TRIGGERS : none

REQUEST : "Lockwood x Male! Reader so the reader is like this grumpy, angsty person and Lockwood is their boyfriend (Grumpy x Sunshine trope). Sometimes the reader and him have study dates and this night was a study date. While they are studying, The reader mumbles "I love you." in another language under his breath. Lockwood gets bitchy about what he said and asks him what he said for the rest of the night. You can decide what happens but can you end it with a NON-SEXUAL soft makeout sesh? If you can't that is fine as long it is fluff :))" - anonymous

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again. This was super fun to write, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors!

WORD COUNT : 0.7k

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"Hey, Love!"

Lockwood's voice was music to my ears as he walked in with a smile on his face, no doubt excited just to sit and read with me. He came over to me a gave me a kiss on my forehead before taking a seat in the Armchair next to mine. He opened up a book that was sitting on the table and looked over at me smiling.

I gave him a questioning look, asking why he was so happy. 

"You'll never guess who called," He responded, his finger holding his place in the book as he sat forward, closing the book over his finger.

"Someone giving us a case?"  My voice was monotone as I ran my hand through my hair.

"Not just anyone! You know that house right outside of Sidcup, supposedly the most haunted place within fifty miles?"  His voice only got happier as he thought about the case.

"Great, Lock, you are going get us killed." I sighed, closing my book.

"We aren't going die," he rolled his eyes slightly. "It is only twenty-five ghosts and only ten of them are supposed to type twos, we should be fine. Besides it pays nearly 100,000 pounds."

I just shook my head, my hand covering my mouth, as I thought about it. He was going to be the death of me, and himself. 

"tu as de la chance je t'aime." (translates to "You are lucky I love you.") I mumbled before going back to my book.

Although I couldn't see it, I could feel his eyes on me. His confused gaze, the one I always get when I speak to him in French. 

"Stop looking at me like that," I grumble, continuing to read my book.

"What did you say?"

"Doesn't matter."

"I want to know what you said," He was starting to get pissy.

"It doesn't matter Lock," I said again, not looking up.

I could hear Lockwood stand up and move in front of me. He took the book from my hands and gave me his best grin, causing me to roll my eyes at him once again. Lockwood then closes my book and puts it down on the table.

He gives me a quick kiss before asking what I said once again. I only shook my head and attempted to grab the book, which he stopped me from doing by grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my chair.

"Come on, love, just tell me what you said." He pushed, his body leaning into mine.

"Fine," I gave him another kiss as my hands wrapped around him. "I said, tu as de la chance je t'aime. but I think the je t'aime part matters the most."

I kissed him again, teasing him a bit. I knew he only got more annoyed, seeing as he still doesn't understand.

"In English, love, please," He whined, pulling away from my gentle kisses.

I shook my head, giving him another kiss as I pulled him closer, enjoying the comfort of his body, though I am not sure if I would let him know that. I continued to kiss him as he just kept asking what it meant in between kisses.

"Why do you wanna know?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I dragged my slow soft kisses down to his jaw.

"I just wanna make sure you aren't calling me an asshole behind my back," he joked as he brought my face up to meet his, grinning before he kissed me again.

"You caught me," I mumbled, deepening the kiss, before I felt his hand run through the back of my hair, my hand found its way to his cheek.

"What did you say?" He pulled away again, moving to avoid my kisses.

I grumbled, not wanting to admit that I said I loved him. It's not that I haven't said it to him, it's just that I don't say it often.

He smiled as he saw me get grumpy, understanding that they were probably affectionate words.

"What were the words?"He avoids my kisses even more as he ruffles my hair.

"They mean, 'You are lucky I love you' alright? I said it." I grumbled, my frown more prominent than normal.

"I love you too," He only smiled before he went back to kissing me.

We sat there for a while, just enjoying one another kisses, not wanting to move any further with it. We were in love. He just happened to be the sunlight in my shadows. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Cause he was my love, but I would only ever say that in another LANGUAGE. 

#lockwood and co #lockwood and co fanfiction #fanfic #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood oneshot

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟳

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

Akatsuki: "... It is easy to dye white to black. But it is difficult to dye black to white."

Akatsuki: "To sympathize with him means that you will be dyed black."

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When I heard the owner's story, I suddenly remembered something.

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Gilbert: "A white rose looks good on you, pure as you are."

Gilbert: "But—"

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(—I wonder what the black rose he gave me at that time meant.)

I step out of the bathroom, wipe my wet hair, and look at the black rose on the desk.

When I was preparing for the White Rose Festival, the only rose that was dyed black was the one I had all along.

(I wonder if he meant to "dye me black.")

Just looking at the black rose makes me uneasy. It is even more so because I know that they are originally white roses.

I cannot turn this black rose back into a white rose.

Even if it could be painted over with paint, it should not be the original, beautiful white.

(My current color is...)

When I touched the black rose, I heard a sound from the balcony.

???: "Good evening, Little Bunny."

(… Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear that.)

???: "If you don't open up, I will break the glass?"

Emma: "I'm opening it now!"

I ran quickly and opened the balcony window, not caring that the wet linen fell on the floor.

A night breeze blew in, causing the curtains to flutter, and when the curtains staggered, a black figure entered the room.

Gilbert: "Oh, you just got out of the bath? If you don't wipe your hair properly, you'll catch a cold."

As soon as he sees me, Prince Gilbert puts one hand behind his back.

Nothing should have happened, but when it came back to the front once more, he was holding a brand new linen in his hand.

(He is always amazing all the time. I don't know how he does it—no!)

Emma: "Why were you on the balcony?"

(I'm also wondering how you got onto the balcony, though…)

Gilbert: "If by any chance I run into your "father," he will kill me."

Gilbert: "Akatsuki… Is he still in court?"

Emma: "… Yes."

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Emma: "What's the owner going to do now?"

Akatsuki: "I need to talk to a man named Sariel."

Rio: "He's out right now, but I think he'll be back in the office in the evening. I'll show you around."

Akatsuki: "It's a big help. …I need a satisfactory explanation of my daughter's future."

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(Rio told me before I went to the bath that the conversation was still going on at night... I hope it's okay.)

Before I knew it, Prince Gilbert was behind me, gently wrapping my head in linen.

He carefully wipes my hair, and I fidget.

Emma: "Um…"

Gilbert: "Didn't I tell you I'd thank you for the honey cookies?"

(… That's why he came all the way to my room.)

Perhaps as a "thank you," Prince Gilbert's touch was pleasantly gentle.

Gilbert: "Then again, I didn't expect Akatsuki to show up."

Gilbert: "Based on my calculations on the map, I thought he wouldn't return to Rhodolite for at least a month…"

Gilbert: "I guess he was so worried about you that he flew his horse over here."

(Does this mean that Prince Gilbert was also watching the owner's movements before he came to Rhodolite?)

(… If that's the case, then you had your eye on me from the beginning.)

This may be an important clue to the still-unknown question, "Why did Prince Gilbert visit Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "But it's getting a little troublesome when it comes to this."

Emma: "Troublesome?"

Gilbert: "I'm sure he'll do whatever it takes to take you out of court, no matter what."

Gilbert: "That's exactly what he would do, even if it meant giving up Belle's role."

(That's not…)

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Rio: "Just for the record, what are you planning to do after meeting Prince Gilbert?"

Akatsuki: "Kill him."

Everyone: "!?"

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(… No, it might be possible with that spirit.)

Gilbert: "It's in a father's heart to protect his daughter from bad guys, isn't it?"

The "bad guy" laughs like someone else.

(If the owner really came to bring me back, then it's the same as that time…)

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Luke: "Emma, you must cut all ties with him."

Rio: "Being around Gilbert is not good for you."

Rio: "I'll do something about it, please."

Rio: "Emma, come back."

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(… And maybe I'll have to make a choice again.)

However, the situation is different now than when I convinced the two men in the infirmary.

The hope I had then was now shattered by a hammer and seemed to fall through the gaps between my fingers.

I'm barely holding onto it, but if I loosen my grip just a little, it seems like it will disappear in no time.

Emma: "If I leave the court now, I will have escaped from Prince Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Whether you can escape is another matter, isn't it?"

Emma: "… I don't want to just talk about ideals and turn my back on them."   //   "… I don't want to just talk about ideals and turn my back on you."

Gilbert: "The ideal is called ideal because it can't be fulfilled."

Gilbert: "It might be easier if you give up and accept it, don’t you think?"

While combing my wet hair with his fingers, Prince Gilbert brings his face to my ear.

Gilbert: "Communication does not change people or the world. Only violent means are the only way to understand each other."   //   "Communication does not change people or the world. Only through violent means can we come to a unique understanding."

I shook my head without hesitation.

Gilbert: "You're stubborn."

(… But, I don't know what to do.)

(There are so many ideals, but I wonder if I could make even one of them a reality.)

Involving Prince Gilbert in my daily life and bridging the gap between the country of roses and the country of ore

The current situation is that nothing has been resolved by just saying nice things.

On the contrary, after the White Rose Festival ended, the ideal became even more distant.

(It may have been obstructed rather than being far away.)

(… That's like painting a white rose black.)

When I turn to Prince Gilbert, I meet his red eye.

The blood-colored eye has not yet lit up with emotion.

Emma: "Without ideals, there will be no better tomorrow."

Emma: "I haven't done everything I can do yet, so I won't give up."

Gilbert: "You're already covered in scars."

Emma: "I'm fine."

Emma: "… Thank you very much for the hair."

When I try to move away from Prince Gilbert, he grabs my hand.

The cold body temperature seeped into my skin gradually.

Gilbert: "Hey, did you know?"

Gilbert: "The more you pursue high and distant ideals, the higher the price you pay. No ideal can be achieved without sacrifice."

Gilbert: "You're covered in scars from my malice, but isn't that enough?"

Emma: "The… price?"

Gilbert: "Yes. Because you haven't lost anything."

Emma: "… If that's the case, I don't know what I have to lose to reach the ideal."

Gilbert: "Liar."

Emma: "…?"

Gilbert: "You are subconsciously aware. You're just looking away."

Gilbert: "You just don't have the guts to pay the price and make your ideals come true."

No idea. There is no price that flashed through my mind.

And yet, my fevered heart pulsates.

It was as if my body was warning me, "Don't think about it any more."

(… It feels weird.)

As I exhaled to calm myself down, Prince Gilbert let go of my hand and sat down on the bed.

Emma: "Are you… Are you not going back?"

Gilbert: "I don't remember ever being that kind of man who only thanked you by wiping your hair."

Emma: "I was happy enough with what I just got. Thank you very much."

Gilbert: "Do you want to kick me out that much? You're the one who said you don't want to run away from me."

Emma: "That's a different story. It's night now…"

Gilbert: "You once visited me in my room at night, too."

Emma: "That was a special circumstance—"

Gilbert: "I've got special circumstances, too."

(My heart is starting to beat in a different way.)

Prince Gilbert, smiling briskly, patted the sheets.

Gilbert: "Let's have a sleepover, shall we?"

Emma: "… Yes?"

(Sleepover… SLEEPOVER!?)

Prince Gilbert immediately lies down on the bed, as if he has no intention to be reserved just because he is in a room of an opposite sex.

Gilbert: "… Hmmm. Your bed smells like roses."

Emma: "… Prince Gilbert. It feels more like harassment than a thank you…"   //   "… Prince Gilbert. I feel like I'm being harassed rather than thanked…"

Gilbert: "Eh, that's terrible. Even though we're friends, you hate me so much."

Emma: "I hate it."

Gilbert: "… I think I'm going to cry."

Emma: "We're opposite sexes even before we became friends. I can't sleep peacefully."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "… What is it?"

Gilbert: "In other words, you're conscious of me as a man. Little Bunny, you're so cute."

Emma: "No, it's not!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, it's no different. …Well, I'm not going to get out of bed no matter what you say."

(No way… It looks like he's going to stay no matter what.)

Prince Gilbert's proposal is either "accept" or "force me to accept."

(I don't know what he's up to, but I don't have a choice... I hope no one notices.)

I pull out the spare linen that was tucked away on the shelf in my room and head to the sofa.

Then, for some reason, Prince Gilbert also got up from the bed and went ahead and lay down on the sofa.

Emma: "I knew you were harassing me!"   //   "Are you still harassing me!?"

Gilbert: "No, no. You don't want to sleep in separate places even though it's a sleepover because it seems like you're not on good terms with each other, right?"

Gilbert: "If you’re going to sleep on the sofa, I think I'll sleep on the sofa too."

Emma: "I can't let a distinguished guest sleep on the sofa…"

Gilbert: "Shall we move to bed then?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "You're the one who asked me to be your friend, now you're acting unfriendly?"

Emma: "I think it's important for us to keep an appropriate distance as friends."

Gilbert: "For me, this is the right distance."

Emma: "Where..."

Gilbert: "I told you before, didn't I?"

(… By the way—)

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Gilbert: "I'm cold, so I like to feel the warmth of people all the time."

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(…Then you don't mean anything else…)

(. . . . . .)

(No, no, it's Prince Gilbert, so I'm sure he has other intentions.)

Gilbert: "Ah, Little Bunny... Are you thinking of something naughty again?"

Emma: "I'm not thinking of it!"

(Forget it… Whatever.)

I can't keep repeating the offense and defense forever, so I go to bed in tears.

Fortunately, the bed was wide enough for me to keep my distance,

The moment I headed for the edge, Prince Gilbert hugged me and forcibly confined me in his arms.

Gilbert: "Haa… Little Bunny is as warm as ever."

Gilbert: "Obsidian is such a cold country, so I want to take you home with me."

(Please don't…)

I've been detained in Prince Gilbert's room in the middle of the night before.

That time he let me go back without incident, but today he won't listen to me.

(I don't like this...)

(… I really don't like this.)

The rapid beating of my heart cannot be stopped, which leads to more and more disgust with myself.

I didn't want my heart to pound with anything other than terror at a beast that asserted that "love" was "dominance."   //   I didn't want to be thrilled, except in fear, by a beast that would declare "like" was "domination."

Gilbert: "Speaking of which, I think I'm going to sit in on the four-way talks tomorrow."

Emma: "Eh."

I widened my eyes at that casually spoken word.

I was no longer distracted by the sound of my heartbeat.

Emma: "Really?"

Gilbert: "You know I don't lie."

(But…)

It has been more than 10 years since Obsidian, which is on a diplomatic path, last sat down for talks.

Although the reason for his stay at Rhodolite was ostensibly "to attend a meeting,"

Even the Rhodolite princes were skeptical about the implementation.

(That's how easily it happened...)

Gilbert: "Until now, I refused because I was busy helping Little Bunny, but the situation has changed."

(… Did you mean at the ceremony when you said the situation had changed?)

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Gilbert: "Ten years have passed, and Obsidian wishes to establish a new relationship with your country."

Gilbert: "If possible, let everyone here live a happy life."

Gilbert: "If you can give me a sincere response at the upcoming four-way talks, I will respond to that as well."

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(A "sincere response," huh...)

Emma: "What are you going to talk about at the meeting?"

Gilbert: "Secret. But I'm sure Little Bunny will be happy."

Gilbert: "The main purpose of the meeting is "for the sake of future peace"."

Prince Gilbert doesn't lie.

But for some reason, I can't be honestly happy about it.

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Emma: "You weren't on the battlefield."

Gilbert: "If you have to ask me if I was there or not, I would say yes."

Gilbert: "But I was not in command. I was there for a private observation."

Emma: "… Private?"

Gilbert: "Yes. I have always planned to invade Rhodolite at some point, so this was a preview of what to expect."

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(I hope you've changed your mind about that…)

Prince Gilbert's body is as cold as ever.

The suffocating feeling never went away.

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—When the candlelight went out and the room was enveloped in darkness,

A corpse was lying on the balcony of Emma's room.

The sword thrust into his chest is red and wet, and the overflow stains the balcony.

Gilbert, who was looking down at the scene with a cold gaze, threw the glove he had taken off behind him.

Gilbert: "Clean it up, please?"

A hooded man appears out of nowhere and nods as he accepts a pair of blood-stained gloves.

Roderich: "A couple of knights have captured what they believe to be accomplices."

Roderich:  "… It doesn't seem to make sense to me to allow them into the room."

Gilbert: "I think Cyril was able to calculate my movements as well."

Gilbert: "Or behind it... Maybe it's Chevalier's command, though."

Gilbert tramples on the already motionless corpse.

The night air trembled, and there was a bloodlust enough to make the birds resting on the trees flap their wings.

Gilbert: "This guy has been chasing the little rabbit since daytime."

Gilbert: "He was picking a fight with me, so I just bought it."

Gilbert: "Rhodolite has a lot of fools in it."

Roderich: "You mentioned something similar at Obsidian."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I did. Every country is like that."

He kicks away the corpse and puts on a new pair of gloves that he pulled out from inside his cloak.

Gilbert: "Well, it's a bit different from what I originally planned…"

Roderich:  "… Isn't it too far off?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, it can't be helped. Being with the little rabbit is unexpectedly fun…"

Gilbert: "I regret it."

With his crimson eye flickering, Gilbert turned on his heel.

Roderich:  "Whatever decision is made, do as you will."

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Emma: "What now..."

The next day, when I woke up, Prince Gilbert was gone before I knew it, and Jin called me instead.

It seems that Sariel is representing the King's name in the four parliamentary talks that were to be held urgently,

The appearance of him sitting at his office desk with a solemn expression was different from the usual Jin.

Jin: "I'm not surprised you're having a hard time accepting this, but it was suggested to you by the man there, okay?"

The owner, who seems to have been welcomed as a guest at the court, leans his back against the wall and crosses his arms.

Jin: "He wants to send you to another country temporarily."

(I didn't mishear... it turned out just as Prince Gilbert said.)

Akatsuki: "Last night, when I spoke with Sariel, he told me what exactly your situation is."

Akatsuki: "As a result, I decided that it would be dangerous for you to be in Rhodolite right now."

Emma: "But…"

Jin: "But the Rhodolite side is of the same opinion."

Jin: "Both domestic and foreign aristocrats are questioning your existence."

Jin: "At this rate, you are likely to be put on the aristocratic council yourself."

Emma: "… What will happen if I am put on the aristocratic council?"

Jin: "In addition to being prying into your identity, you will be questioned about the suspicion that you are an Obsidian insider."

Jin: "We can cover you up for the latter, but the former is a bit troublesome."

Jin: "If they find out that you are Belle, they will find out that we also kept quiet about the passing of the king..."

Jin: "It could give fuel to the anti-monarchy faction, which is already on the rise."

(That's... no good.)

(My presence makes Rhodolite more chaotic.)   //   (My presence makes Rhodolite even more confused.)

Akatsuki: "Emma… Let’s travel together until things cool down."

Akatsuki: "Even if Gilbert keeps an eye on you, there are many countries where he can't get his hands on you."

Akatsuki: "For the time being, it would be appropriate to go to Acroite via Benitoite."

Jin: "I agree. I can write a letter of introduction for Acroite. The immigration process is tough, but you should be able to get through it."

Both the owner and Jin have already spoken about it as a "decision."

I felt his firm determination to take me with him, even if I shook my head.

Emma: "If I'm gone…. won't Prince Gilbert get a reason to attack Rhodolite?"

Jin: "No… If he wants to do it, it doesn't matter whether you're here or not."

Emma: "What about the selection of the king?"

Jin: "Here, I have a certificate of authorization from Sariel."

Jin: "… Can you do it?"

(… I can't find any reason why I should stay in Rhodolite.)

My efforts as Belle have been steadily carried out even while being swayed by Prince Gilbert.   //   My efforts as Belle have been carried out with great care and diligence, even while being pushed around by Prince Gilbert.

Now I can answer clearly who I would select as king—and for what reason.

Of course, I really wanted to have time to think about it until the end of the given period.

It was not a situation where such selfishness could be tolerated.

Jin: "Emma… I'm sorry I pushed you this far."

Jin: "I'm in a position where I have to guarantee your safety, but in the end, the best thing to do is to get you out of the country."

Jin: "… It's the worst possible outcome."

Emma: "Oh no… Jin did nothing wrong."

(I…)

(… I wonder if it would have turned out differently if I had stood up or behaved better.)

It's unbearable and frustrating.

If I flee to another country now, I will have no means to fulfill my ideals…

If I force myself to stay in Rhodolite, I can see a future where I will cause trouble for the princes.

(I know. I know, but…)

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Gilbert: "I don't know what "lonely" means."

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Emma: "… How can I turn you back into a person?"

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Akatsuki: "Emma… don't feel sympathy for Gilbert. Don't empathize."

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(… It's hard to break things down.) **

Contrary to my heart, I accept the quill pen offered to me.

It was then that I wrote my name on the certificate.

The door of the office opens violently, as if it had been blown by a strong wind...

Leon: "Emma, are you there!?"

Emma: "Leon?"

Jin: "What happened to the meeting?"

Leon: "That's not the point. Emma, leave the castle now."

Leon: "There's no time to lose. Hurry—"

Clavis: "Hey, Leon. That's not a good idea on your own, is it?"

Clavis appears late and blocks the door to the office.

Next to him was Cyril, with an apologetic look on his face.

Clavis: "This is an order from the leader. Stop Emma."

Leon: "You……"

Jin: "Okay, calm down. What happened, Leon?"

In the tense atmosphere, Leon clenches his fist as if to express his emotions.

Leon: "… Obsidian—"

Leon: "He came to offer hostage negotiations."

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikepri jp #ikeprince translation #ikepri gilbert route spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

[discordiansamba]

have this scrapped scene from the next the stars shine a different shine update because I decided I liked the idea of us *not* knowing what's going on in Pidge's head until a later point in the chapter.

Half Galra. For a long moment, all Pidge could do was stare at the two words in confusion. What did it mean, Keith was half Galra? That shouldn't be possible, for like… multiple reasons. "Translation error, maybe?" Pidge mused. It was certainly possible. This was the first time she'd ever run this program. It made more sense than Keith having alien blood, at any rate. Booting up the translation program, she checked its code. She was pretty sure she hadn't made any mistakes in her programming, but it never hurt to check. Hm. Nothing looked out of place. Frowning, she ran the translation program again, but this time only on the file with Keith's data in it. It took a few minutes- she was definitely going to have to work out a way to speed things up- but when it was done… It… came back with the exact same result. Half Galra. But that didn't make any sense. Even if she got past how unlikely it was that a human and a Galra could have enough in common to produce offspring, how did one get to Earth? Wouldn't that have meant that they would have already known where the blue lion was? Keith was twenty-five years old- Earth should have been taken over a long time ago if he were really half Galra. It couldn't be possible. Except… …except, in some ways, it made sense. Closing out of the data from the Galra ship, she brought up that data that she'd scrapped from the Garrison's servers. There was a copy of Keith's test results in them. He'd displayed consistently above average- even abnormal- results all throughout the testing phase. It was why Admiral Sanda had decided to choose him to pilot the Kerberos mission, despite her misgivings about… well, about Keith's everything, basically. If the Galra Empire had been ruling the universe for the past ten thousand years, it stood to reason that they might have some kind of biological advantage when it came to combat, right? Chewing on her lip, Pidge frowned. Maybe she should avoid speculating. Biology was more of her mom's thing, anyways. Besides, if Keith was half Galra, why wouldn't he have mentioned it? Closing her laptop, Pidge set it aside. Getting to her feet, she naturally fell into a pacing rhythm, trying to organize her thoughts. The way the aliens had talked about him… they'd made it sound like her dad and Matt had been the only humans that the Galra had brought in. Or at least, the only ones that they counted as humans. They'd seemed… afraid of him. He'd come to wait with her in the pod room for them to wake up. Did he not want her to be alone with them? Why was he the only one that had escaped? And how did the Galra find them so fast? They'd wormholed across the entire universe. And why was Keith's lion, the only one they hadn't been able to find at first, so conveniently located on the Galra ship that had been sent after them? Pidge came to a dead halt, smacking both of her cheeks. Nope. She didn't like the way she was thinking. She knew Keith. Or at least, she thought she did. No. No, she wasn't doing this. She trusted Keith. She couldn't doubt him like this. He was the man that her father had chosen to fly them to Kerberos. Her dad's intuition was never wrong. Her dad. Right, she couldn't lose focus on what her true mission was here. Whatever… this was, her main objective hadn't changed- she was out here to find her family, not to debate over Keith's bloodline and what that might mean for his motivations. She wasn't even out here to be a paladin. And now she had a lead on them. She couldn't just ignore that. She might not get another chance like this. Drawing in and letting out a deep breath, Pidge made a decision. She'd probably need a full day for all the prep work, but once it was done, she would be following that lead. She couldn't take the green lion with her, tempting as that was- she needed to leave that here, so they would be able to find another green paladin. She'd need to gather supplies, and maybe modify one of those pods… …and then she'd be going after that lead. Nothing- and no one- would stop her.

#the stars shine a different shine #it is also. actually. all I've written so far #pollen season has already started and it is kicking my ass

[cerealmonster15]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

ty for the tag @unpredictable-probabilities! I don't usually do tag things but I'm feeling an exception today and I want to ramble lol let's GO!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Right now, 51! I think i started using ao3 back in college with rvb fic lol. I've since orphaned 2 fics so I guess there wouldve been 53.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

86,956

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, mostly just Twisted Wonderland (and the occasional dndads, I still have a fic in my brain I kinda wanna write for that). Twst was kinda my comeback to wanting to write fics and has been my main inspiration for a lot of things and it's been the most fun i've had writing fics I think, and it's eventually what's gotten me to try to write my first multi chapter fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Slip Ups and Lift Ups (Stardew Valley) 444 Kudos 2. A Fishy Intervention (TWST) 354 Kudos 3. Company (TWST) 249 Kudos 4. Security Cauldron (TWST) 248 Kudos [my first twst fic i think? also has some errors in it teehee oopsie] 5. Because I Care (TWST) 234 Kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!!! I think I didn't used to? Maybe because I felt weird about my own comments changing the comment count and like it was somehow lying lol. but that's silly and i like talking to people and I Need people to Know that i Love Their Comments

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm I do not write much angst, and even when I do it's more hurt/comfort, bc permasads make ME permasad. I think it was my rvb fic "forgotten" - which i always forget was my first fic uploaded to ao3 LOL, back in 2015. ironic that my first wasnt reflective of the tone i usually write for. i don't wanna reread it to check [even tho my fics from back then are WAY shorter] bc im scared to face how i wrote when i was fresh outta hs lol BUT if i remember correctly/based on the summary, it was a doc/donut fic and I think it was about how after doc had disappeared from the future cube or whatever in canon and no one knew he was gone, i wrote a scene of doc getting upset with donut bc Of All People Why Didnt You Notice I Thought I Meant Something To You 😔 kdlsjfkdlsj i think it ended with doc walking off and donut being SAD and idk maybe they broke up, idr if they were 'officially dating' in the context of that fic. but um hashtag docnut for life.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most all of my fics are happy endings with an exception of like one ^ or two lol. I don't know if i can quantify those!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not to my face if I do lol. I don't think enough people know about me to give a shit if i do stuff they dont like

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nope!!!! i dont really like smut personally and it's not the kind of genre i have story ideas for.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think i've ever done that 🤔

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

girl help i cannot choose. um. well first shout out again to rvb's docnut bc u will always be strong and married in my heart. and in dndads im an oakworthy truther til i die BUT for twst. twst beloved twst i am in that pitfall of i like 50000 different ships. jamiazu is the one i write and draw the most LOL and theyre def a top fave HOWEVER. god. treycater alters my brain chemistry. rookvil marriage real. adeuce beloved fool duo for life. im physically restraining myself from mentioning more KLFJDSKLFJS especially when we get into the multiship/poly web bc god we will be here all day. i can and will be enabled but this post is already long enough GOODBYE!!!!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oooh ok well there was a dndads oakworthy thing I started like last year but pretty soon after I started it, we started seeing more of hermies forbidden other 'true' personality traits and i was like ruh roh this guy keeps pulling a fast one on me, i dont think the direction i had with this fic is fitting anymore. i had barely gotten anywhere with it and it wouldve been short anyway, but i think about what couldve been.... lololol and then for TWST umm. Hehe. Teehee even. Back during nanowrimo I used that as time to start 2 fics: kalim and the great relationship rescue, which is my current multichap fic about kalisil and jamiazu, it’s got about 3 chapters, and I’m still writing it. AND IM STILL GOING TO FINISH THAT ONE!!! but the OTHER one I started during that time and have NOT posted any of it yet was the stuff with my first twst oc, Char, and his place in my big caterella multiverse ideas lol. I’ve posted a bit about that story idea and done a lot of doodles and brianstorming for it, but I fear it would be too intimidatingly ambitious to stick to and I’m not sure writing one concrete fic is the right medium for it 🤔 plus I just don’t think many people would like it much LOL it would be very self indulgent and tapping into my soap opera brain. I feel nervous when I talk about it HAHDBFNTG so I’m not sure I could commit. But I still have what I wrote, and maybe I’ll figure out another way to go with it or maybe I’ll just wake up one day and say WHATEVER and write it anyway lol. I’ve gotten shyer again so we’ll see 🧍

16. What are your writing strengths?

umm. i do not know if it is a strength but i feel more light comedy and dialogue come more 'naturally' to me, but i do not know how well i actually can pull it off LOL also shorter, contained stories. Everything I write is a one shot, and I’m struggling on my recent attempt at a multiple chapter fic BDBFFBFNGD

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

hrhrnrngm more descriptive writing, i find im in the pitfalls of writing TOO MUCH dialogue. and i also feel like when i try to do more serious tone things it comes off as cringe or trying too hard kFDKLSHFLDSJ. no one's said that to me but yknow. fear and whatnot. also ending the story is. Hard. I feel like that’s always a weak part of my fics bc I sit there like WELL I WROTE ALL MY IDEAS HOW DO I WRAP THIS UP…. I worry my endings come off kind of half assed but I do my best lol 😔✌️

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

like are you asking if i would do it? or how i feel when it's done in fics i read? i dunno lol. i could maybe do spanish bc ive studied it a lot but i'd get nervous i think.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

on ao3 it was rvb bu teeeechnically back in my neoseeker forums days i was in there writing like, animal crossing or harvest moon or pokemon stuff. it was very bad bc i was like 10 years old LOL

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

ohoho ummmm. Well I always have fun writing jamiazu and I’ve written a LOT of those lol. I have a soft spot for The Comfort of Familiarity. That’s one of the ones hats taken me the longest to write because I was really trying hard to handle it with care, as it was a less light tone than I typically do and I was trying to explore the characters and their situation in a particular way that I really wanted to come across well with who reads it. It was hard, and I’m not sure I fully got there, but ultimately I did like it quite a a bit. on the flipside, one of my more recent fics and I think now my longest oneshot to date, Blue Raspberry Mango was VERY fun to write lol. That one’s a lot more like what I typically write, silly romcom style lmao. Cater and Idia goofing, characters bickering, friendship, me trying to sneak in as many side ships into the background for funsies, jamiazu is there, it was a good time. And that one started as a prompt suggestion which I feel like often times I end up struggling with and not delivering super well… but this one ran away from me and I had a blast lol. Idikei fixed me 😌✌️

Ty for tagging me! Umm. I am too scared to tag other people 🧍 goodbye jk @officialgleamstar 🫵 You Do It

[sorry if I missed any typos or autocorrect, part of this was on my phone and I always miss SOMETHING lol]

#I don’t know what to tag this as lol #It’s not an ask but I’m gonna put it there bc it fits the vibe #Asks

[thehamletdiaries]

a comedy of errors (or: getting to Wittenberg)

So, I have, for a long time, wanted to visit Wittenberg, for obvious reasons. It is where my boys went to university, it is where they met; it’s a huge part of their story.

It’s also, it turns out, a nightmare to get to, particularly if you try and do it by train, from Amsterdam.

It was meant to be about a seven hour journey - which seems long but I’ve done longer and I was not especially phased by that. When one of my trains, however (there were…I don’t even remember…about five changes in the original route I was meant to take), simply did not exist, I was a little phased by that. I’d actually been indirectly warned the week before by a lovely woman I was on a writing retreat with; she is German and had written a short piece about how bad the German train system is.

So, when that train did not materialise, I decided to just keep going in the right direction. If there was a train I could get on that would take me across Germany headed east, and ideally heading a bit southeast if possible, I’d get on it. Well, I did that until it was too late at night and the next train from wherever I was at that point wasn’t until the next day, so I gave up and booked myself into a cheap hotel.

The next day, I started off in the same way; getting on trains that were heading in roughly the right direction, until finally, I end up in Magdeburg and there it is; an S8 that takes me right to Wittenberg station, at the perfectly reasonable time of 4:45pm. It’s freezing cold, even in the waiting area, but I only have about an hour to wait.

And then the train doesn’t come. It vanished from the board and was replaced by the next train. I’m very sure that it didn’t just change platforms or anything because everyone else waiting on the platform with me just sort of sighs and goes back into the waiting room. There is another S8 coming at 6:45pm. Not as good, but still fine. Except now I’m worried that train will also just…not turn up. But I don’t know what else to do, so I wait (I did at some point during all of this look at taxi options but there were no taxis around and every online and app based booking option I looked at said none were available to take me that far).

And then the 6:45pm train doesn’t turn up either.

At this point I’m freezing cold and trying to work out what on earth to do. Do I go to Berlin, which is absolutely in the wrong direction, and then see if I can get a train south from there? 

And then this guy carrying a Primark bag comes up to me. I’d seen him waiting on the train platform. Now, as a woman travelling alone, if a random guy comes up to you, you really do want to be careful. But I’ll say that all the vibes from this guy felt good and earnest and not at all creepy - and I was proved right in that so…sometimes you do have to trust your instincts on stuff like that.

Anyway, this guy comes up to me and just says, “Wittenberg?”. I don’t know how he knew I was going to Wittenberg, because the S8 stopped at a bunch of other places too, but I just nodded. I couldn’t ask him how he knew, or rather why he thought, I was going there either because he didn’t speak any English (and I know only enough German to say hello and thank you). He then typed out something into google translate on his phone; he was asking, if we split a taxi fare, if I wanted to share a taxi. Considering I had no idea how to get a taxi from there at all, I readily agreed - and long story short he did, somehow, get us a taxi and we drove through the dark to Wittenberg, communicating where needed via google translate on our phones. The taxi dropped me off just down the road from where I was staying so he walked me down to the apartment and then said goodnight and headed off. I was genuinely so grateful for his help.

So then, I get inside the apartment and open the lockbox which was supposed to have the key in it. It opens with the code I was given…but it is empty. I swore under my breath. 

I ended up knocking on apartment 1 (I was staying in apartment 3) where I could hear music was playing and a very nice young girl staying there let me leave my bags there and advised me to ask the guy in apartment 4. I knocked, but there was no answer…but then I thought I could hear someone in apartment 3. So I knock and a guy opens the door. Which is slightly bewildering. He also doesn’t speak English - and again, I have no German - so it’s back to google translate and long story short, they have double booked us. He tries to call the people letting out the apartment, with no success…and eventually I ask him if, for the night (it’s about 8:30pm by that point) there is a sofa I can stay on or something; I literally have nowhere else to go. He nods and shows me there are actually two bedrooms - not that either of us paid to have to live together, but for one night it seems like our only option.

However, I was only there for maybe an hour and a half when he knocks on my door to tell me, via google translate, of course, that the people letting the place rang him back and I can have apartment 2, which is free. He gives me the code for the lockbox - this time there is a key in there - and offers me a teabag from his selection to take with me.

I can imagine Horatio living in this room.

Without the modern trappings, of course (unless we are talking about a version which takes place outside of a specific time period, in which case…). It’s small but it’s big enough to live in, with a table and chairs, a sofa, a bed and a kitchen all in one room. There is a little trunk I could imagine him keeping books in. It’s a modest place, but he’d say he couldn’t want for anything more.

(ignore my mess)

The streets do look like how I’d imagine them to look.

I can imagine Hamlet and Horatio here so clearly.

From the apartment, you can hear the church clock. It chimes every hour.

#wittenberg #hamlet #horatio #hamlet/horatio #hamlet x horatio #tragic danish boyfriends #but really more about my travel stress