#“what are you her older brother” for once miles and i were on the same brainwave

[strangerathecinema]

can we talk about sawyer and claire in "something nice back home"?

i've been dying to talk about sawyer and claire in "something nice back home".

#he was so caring to her and aaron #when i saw them my brain pinged and was like “siblings!!!!” #“what are you her older brother” for once miles and i were on the same brainwave #kate and sawyer are the number one members of the claire protection squad send tweet #lost #lost tv show #lost abc #sawyer ford #james ford #james sawyer ford #claire littleton #4 8 15 16 23 42 #lost 4x10 #something nice back home #jack shephard #kate austen #charlie pace #hugo reyes

[aledmorningstar]

╰┈➤Misunderstood

Summary: How the gang finds out about Sukuna's girlfriend in a misunderstanding.

Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader

Word count: 3.0k

Note: I'm a liar, I know I said this would go up yesterday, in my defense we set very optimistic goals. Please comment and feel free to send me anything to my inbox

-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, bad english

The house of the twins Yuji and Ryomen seemed more lively than normal, as every weekend they had planned a movie afternoon, the meetings began early after leaving school, buying snacks, preparing comfortable clothes and choosing some games of table.

Yuji's face wrinkled into a displeased grimace at seeing his twin dressing casually to go out for a walk down the street, while he and his friends were already prepared wearing their comical pajamas, it wasn't fair. This time it was Yuji's turn to choose the movie so as not to let his brother get away with it.

“What are you doing?”

Sukuna turned to look for a second indifferently at his brother while he finished fastening the buttons of his dark shirt. How could he take seriously his brother who maintained an irritated pout while wearing those ridiculous tiger-themed full-body pajamas?

"I'm going out, tell mom I'll be late"

Yuji's moan of annoyance echoed throughout the house, drawing the attention of Nobara and Megumi who were stealthily trying to spy on the conversation by hiding behind a wall.

"You said you would watch Human Worm 4 with us today!"

The one with the caramel eyes began to complain about the injustice that was occurring, a perfect time for his faithful friends to take action.

“We already prepared everything, you can't leave us stranded for an afternoon of movies!”

Nobara grumbled as she tried to fix the sleeves of her raccoon pajamas.

"We made a pact, you must suffer with us"

Megumi was supposed to be the most mature of the group, perhaps Sukuna had overestimated him because he never imagined seeing him share the same neuron as his friends while also wearing ridiculous beige dog pajamas.

“It's a shame brats, it'll have to be another day.”

The older twin's hands didn't stop moving trying to find the car keys; he had somehow managed to look appropriately with a hint of elegance, but without losing that menacing aura, a pair of black pants held up by an expensive belt that he had stolen from his father, a dark gray shirt with the first few buttons open showing his collarbones and the sleeves perfectly arranged at his elbows showing his tattooed arms.

"You look like a criminal"

“Who said I'm not?”

Itadori's intentions to plant some blame on his brother for abandoning them on a seemingly important night were noticeable for miles.

"At least have the decency to tell me where the hell you're going."

Sukuna took a while to respond, his eyes straying suspiciously and the trio could see a slight nervousness on his face. Wait, nerves? Sukuna? Those words were naturally contrary, it even seemed strange to put them together in one sentence. Here was definitely another shoe that was taking a while to drop.

"Mind your own business, don't be nosy"

Itadori instantly stood between his brother and the front door, blocking his way, he would get to the bottom of this matter at any cost.

"Are you planning something bad? Mom will be angry if you get into trouble again"

"Yes, yes, yes. I plan to do many bad and illegal things, in fact in this mood I plan to strangle the first person in front of me"

Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi looked at each other before leaving the hallway clear, letting Sukuna walk.

"Behave badly, take good care of yourself and if they discover you, deny everything"

“See you”

Once the so-called evil twin left the house, the hallway was completely silent for a few seconds.

“Don't you feel...? Curiosity?"

An excited Nobara looked at her friends with bright, gossip-hungry eyes.

"No not really"

Megumi's voice was ignored as Itadori pushed the Fushiguro boy's face away with his hand.

"I was hoping you'd ask, Nobara! In fact, my brother has been acting strange lately."

Itadori put on a thoughtful expression as he remembered his brother's unusual behavior in recent weeks.

"What do you mean he's been acting strange?"

At that moment Nobara had taken on a detective attitude, while the previously disinterested Megumi began to listen attentively to his friends.

“He's been coming home late, more than usual.”

“That doesn't seem strange for someone like him.”

An exalted Itadori raises his hands dramatically as he defends his argument.

“But when he is usually late it is always because he is causing problems in the streets and he is not at all careful with his arrival, now it is different!”

Sharing a room with Itadori, Sukuna didn't care how scandalous he could be when he showed up at home after curfew. He didn't pay attention to the fact that the noise of his shoes being thrown to any side of the room or that the sound of his swear words every time he tripped over something could disturb his brother's sleep.

Lately, however, the nights that Sukuna had spent late away from home had become more frequent, and Itadori couldn't help but notice even in the dead of night how messy his twin's clothes were every time he returned with silent footsteps and he also did not overlook the large number of marks that stood out on Sukuna's neck.

“Also, he has been trying hard in all his school subjects, he has turned in all his homework and sometimes he goes out to the library to study. Did you hear what I said? He goes to the library to study!”

“That's definitely not the Sukuna we know, something is happening to him.”

The three teenagers headed to the living room to sit down to discuss more calmly and solve that mystery.

“Do you think someone is bullying him?”

Itadori looked worried for a split second at Nobara's statement until Megumi gave him a strange, brief sarcastic smile.

“Are you serious right now? Do you think Sukuna, the most feared man on campus, could be bothered by someone? Jesus Christ even earned the nickname “The King of Curses”

They didn't need much time to agree with Megumi, it was impossible to imagine Sukuna being submissive to anyone.

“True, it would make more sense for him to be the one who bothered someone… It can't be possible”

“I told him clearly not to get into trouble, but he never listens to me!”

“Wait, Yuji, calm down. Don't you think that if that's the case, he's spending too much time on that person?”

Itadori seemed to think about it for a second and his face transformed into one of much more dramatic horror than before.

"So he really hates that person! Maybe he's planning a murder? Your brother isn't exactly known for being patient"

Nobara's words were the little push Itadori needed to panic.

"Sukuna definitely can't go to the correctional facility again!... Mom was very sad back then..."

Nobara and Megumi looked into each other's eyes, unable to abandon their friend in such a situation.

"Fine! Our mission today is to prevent your brother from becoming a criminal.”

"Are we allowed to use force? I still have to get revenge for the books I lent him."

The brown-haired girl, Kugisaki, was the first to stand up and was followed by Fushiguro. It seemed like a scene worthy of a movie, this was the motivational part because both friends extended their hands to the boy in tiger pajamas.

“Wait, wait, wait… What happened to your books?”

“I'll ask your brother when I see him.”

It had been approximately 30 minutes since the trio of friends had located and followed Sukuna, a difficult mission that had begun with the friends running after the older twin's car. The fatigue was overcome by surprise when seeing the target enter a flower shop.

“We're late, he's already planning the funeral!”

“Wait, give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe… Maybe he's going to visit a friend?”

“Impossible, my brother has no friends”

Nobara and Yuji's brief talk was interrupted when they saw Sukuna leaving that flower shop with a huge and pretty bouquet of yellow carnations.

"You see it? Maybe your brother is not as bad as he seems” Nobara's voice tried to be optimistic, and it also seemed strange to her that a man would buy flowers for no apparent reason.

“Now I'm quite confused” Itadori, for his part, narrowed his eyes, staring at Sukuna, trying to read his brother's mind.

Megumi spoke with a stiff voice drawing the attention of his friends.

"Don't be so surprised, in the language of flowers, carnations of that color mean contempt"

"Is he turning his assassination attempt into a performance? He's getting creative"

"Hey, he's leaving. Hurry up"

The gang quickly got into a taxi and like every chase scene, Itadori and Nobara yelled at the driver to follow the car in front of them, Megumi had to apologize to the driver at the end of the ride.

Sukuna drove his car until he reached the darkest and most dangerous neighborhood that anyone could imagine, clearly that place had an invisible sign indicating that it was better not to be there, there were few passers-by and the streets were cold with graffiti everywhere.

The older twin got out of his car after having entered the area a little, he walked as if that place was his territory, as if he felt at home, he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, raising them to his elbows, with a bored look he observed the time on his watch and then leaned his back against the wall waiting patiently. Meanwhile, the trio had remained hidden behind a pile of boxes and seemingly useless objects, thinking about Ryomen's intentions.

"There isn't a soul in this place, what is he planning to do?"

Itadori's question was answered when Megumi held his jaw making him look to his right, his eyes widened as he saw a girl with a small frame, transmitting an aura of delicacy and fragility, she was the complete stereotype of a little princess wearing a pink dress and white sneakers, light makeup and a flower crown adorning her hair, she looked out of context walking with a smile and humming a song in that horrible alley.

"It can't be her... There's no way Sukuna..."

Nobara's words were cut off when the red-eyed man put out his cigarette and walked over to where the girl was with a proud smile on his face.

The fear that this small, fragile woman could be hurt by his violent brother made Itadori quickly get up from his hiding place and stand in front of his brother.

"Sukuna! Stop right there, don't do it!"

The sudden entrance of his nosy brother surprised Sukuna who maintained a displeased scowl at his twin's actions.

"What the fuck? Get out of the way brat, I'm on something important right now"

"Don't you dare take another step, don't do something you'll regret!"

Itadori's voice took a drastic change, sounding too threatening compared to his usual cheerful tone.

"What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone, I don't have time for this."

Sukuna looked at the horrified girl who was just a few meters away from him, he pushed his brother away with one hand with the intention of walking towards where she was, however he was stopped and subdued on the ground by Megumi.

“Don't even try it, you disgusting scoundrel.”

“Leave me alone, you fucking bastards!”

While the three men argued and fought among themselves, Nobara also came out of her hiding place and walked towards the frightened woman, being careful not to exalt her even more, Kugisaki placed his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her down.

"Are you okay? “Did he do something to you?”

The girl's hands remained covering her mouth, completely surprised by the situation. She instantly left Nobara and ran quickly to where Sukuna was lying on the ground.

"What are you doing?! Get your hands off him!"

Megumi and Itadori's movements stopped, still holding Sukuna on the ground, they turned to look completely surprised at the owner of that little voice, their minds went blank as they watched her approach, she put her hands on Fushiguro's chest. making an attempt to push him away from the red-eyed twin.

"What are you doing to my boyfriend?! Leave him alone!"

Still bewildered, Itadori was the first to move away and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder for him to do the same, allowing Sukuna to stand up a little dazed.

"I don't know what 'Kuna did to you, but what you are doing is not right, it is not right to intimidate others, problems are solved by talking"

You stood in front of your boyfriend trying to be the one to defend him this time, you used to be a little shy when talking to strangers, but you weren't going to let your lover be the victim of such an unfair situation.

"Honey, calm down. They are—"

"No, love! They were very mean to you, no matter who they are!"

You knew that Sukuna had a special weakness for you that made him want to protect you from any danger, everyone told you that, obviously he would also want to take control of this situation in his hands. No, this time it was your turn to protect him, to be his knight in shining armor.

On the other hand, there were also the three idiots who had tried to play detective, watching the situation in astonishment.

"She... just called him love"

“Yes, she really did”

"I can't believe it"

Ryomen had tried to calm his girlfriend's little anger by taking her hands and caressing them, it worked for a few seconds until that trio spoke again.

Upon hearing the incredulous voices of those strangers, you let go of Sukuna's hands and walked a few steps close to those you thought were criminals.

"Listen, my parents are very important people, I will make sure you are punished appropriately"

Your acute and sweet angry voice was silenced by Sukuna's lips, one of his large hands finding a place on your waist while the other caressed your soft cheek.

"It's okay, princess"

"No, it's not okay-"

You tried to reply to his deep voice, you would be lying if you said it didn't make you shiver, his voice was only directed at you, only for you to hear, that made you calm down and also lowered the tone of your voice.

"Pretty, this is my stupid brother and his friends."

"...Impossible, it can't be…, they were subduing you"

"Don't worry, I'm sure they have a good explanation for doing all this, right?"

The affectionate look that Sukuna had given his supposed girlfriend had changed drastically when he turned to look at his friends, removed his touch from his beloved and walked towards the frightened trio, cracking the fingers of his fists.

"Last words?"

Approximately 10 minutes had passed after that disastrous encounter, Sukuna had considered himself generous that day so he decided to take his brother and his friends to the house where they should have stayed from the beginning, very kind, it had nothing to do with his girlfriend will look at those three idiots like abandoned puppies.

"How were we supposed to know you were visiting your girlfriend?"

"What kind of dates are you taking her on?"

"Yeah, you looked like you were about to commit a crime!"

Of course Itadori, Megumi and Nobara tested their patience throughout the car ride, complaining from the back seats and trying to alleviate the pain caused by the car owner's blows. Your curious little eyes turned to look at the trio with intrigue.

"Why do you say that?"

None of them knew how to answer your question, the answer was so obvious that they thought you were stupid or blind, of course none of them said that thought out loud, not when they felt Sukuna's psychopathic gaze in the rearview mirror. However, that didn't stop Yuji from continuing the conversation either.

"You were alone in that horrible and dangerous place, it is the perfect opportunity for a madman"

"Oh, that..."

Your calm reaction to that comment only confused them more, you were too sweet to be in those places and even worse to be there with Sukuna for no good reason.

"Her parents are renowned people and they do not agree with our relationship, that is why we must meet in the most discreet places possible"

"Sometimes dad hires people to watch me, so our meeting point for dates is that place."

The older twin's words left the dynamic trio thinking, especially Itadori and Nobara, Megumi didn't really care much, your complementation made them imagine a current version of Romeo and Juliet. The explanations of your strange relationship had clarified most of his doubts regarding the strange day.

"Wait, what about the flowers?"

Nobara's comment made all the attention focus on Ryomen who wrinkled his face in confusion until he remembered the detail that his friend was talking about at the same time that he stopped the car in front of his house.

"What flowers?"

"Oh right, I brought you something"

Sukuna got out of the car and went to the back taking something out of the trunk, a nice big bouquet of flowers appeared in front of you held by your handsome boyfriend.

"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have bothered."

"It's no bother when I can make you happy"

You received the beautiful flowers in your small hands, allowing yourself to smell them, such a fresh smell while you lovingly observed your loved one and he returned the same look, absorbed in that cloying atmosphere.

Of course that beautiful moment was not the most comfortable for everyone present, much less for Yuji Itadori imitating his twin with a shrill and annoying voice, since he had never seen his brother in that silly state.

"It's no bother when I can make you happy"

“I'm going to kick your ass”

Megumi couldn't stay silent for long either, because something kept echoing in her mind.

"But the meaning of flowers..."

"Excuse me?"

You looked at him with a smile so sweet and innocent that he hesitated for a second on his next words.

“Those flowers have a negative meaning…”

"It's funny you think my 'Kuna knows the meaning of flowers"

"We should have assumed that"

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭 master list is here

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[chaedomi]

AGRICHE TO PEDELIAN

SUMMARY . flowers don't attract butterflies alone. suddenly, others are gravitating to you, expanding your long list of obsessive admirers. pt. 1

CHARACTERS . THE BLUE PEDELIAN

WARNINGS . YANDERE, female child reader, platonic, ooc, kidnapping, mild injury, implied violence, unhealthy relationships (if i missed any, kindly alert me)

WORDCOUNT . 2.4k+ / MASTERLIST.

HOW DID it end up like this? It all happened in the span of one night while you were asleep. And when you reopened your eyes, you quickly discovered that you were no longer inside your bedroom. You had time to explore every place in your manor, so when you couldn’t identify which part of the manor you were in, you began to panic and overthink.

Your distress got worse when a silver-haired female burst into the room and grabbed you into a hug as if there wasn’t some problem with this. At this point, you began to cry, fully convinced that you were kidnapped, pushing the woman away from you, and startling her. It was in chaos for a while, your screams mixing with your words as you wailed for your freedom. The woman tried to reassure you with sweet words, inclusive of the maids present who stepped in to assist by dangling pretty jewelry in front of your face to distract you.

Unfortunately, their efforts to appease you only increased your wails. When a masculine figure barged into the room this time, it was only then you stopped crying, in favor of blinking at him while the stray tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Staring at the male, you knew he looked familiar, your panicked mind just couldn’t identify who. 

When he approached you with a gentle smile, patted your head, and began this monologue of ‘protecting’ you, you finally put the pieces together; this male was no other than the heir of The Blue Pedelian, CASSIS. Oh, boy…

In truth, your kidnapping was all ROXANA's fault, and she had no choice but to admit that. God forbid if her family found out that she was the whole reason for your disappearance, it would even make her kind-hearted mother hold some form of grudge against her and result in her execution. Luckily, no one was able to trace the doings back to her… except her red-eyed freak of an older brother.

Satisfying her curiosity was not worth it. As they say, it killed the cat. Now, she was stuck reaping the consequences of her stupidity; distraught over your disappearance, and additional work that could have been avoided, in her plan.

…If her life didn't depend on his, you bet she would have already retaliated without mercy. How foolish, she gave him an inch and he took a mile.

But, who is to blame other than herself? To explain, it was a fleeting thought that crossed her mind one morning to which she initially paid no mind… till it stubbornly stuck inside her brain. From what she remembered, in The Abysmal Flower, Sylvia displayed extreme and obsessive feelings toward you, despite being the enemy, willing to risk her safety to keep you by her side. Due to her intervention, however, Sylvia remained out of the picture. Still, she began to wonder.

If Sylvia wasn’t immune to your adorable charms, could it possibly be the same for Cassis? And thus, it marked the beginning of her little experiment. It came as no surprise to her that Cassis was on guard when she first introduced you to him. After all, almost every Agriche child was a demon spawn.

Regardless of the precautions Cassis took, his guard quickly crumbled once he was exposed to your innocence and purity, much to Roxana’s amusement. His hostile attitude quickly evaporated, he even held you on his lap (with Roxana’s permission), reciting stories that would intrigue a child your age. …She wished he was that cooperative with her as well.

She continued this pattern for a few weeks… every day, she would spare some time to take you to Cassis and observe how it played out in the distance. And each time, it never failed to entertain her. A righteous and kept man like him becomes nothing more than a slave for a child, an enemy’s child. She was long satisfied with her discovery, it’s just that Cassis was always in a better mood and more willing to listen after he spent his time with you.

But the day Cassis got too comfortable and had the guts to refer to you as one of his SIBLINGS, she realized, she may have spoiled him too much. She never had a problem when Sylvia referred to you as her ‘little sister.’ However, that was BEFORE she was thrown into the novel world. Now that she had the opportunity to experience your kindness herself, anyone who tried to make their claim on you outside the family is nothing LESS aggravating. And that was the end of your little visits.

That’s when it went downhill. Of course, Cassis was quick to pick up on your sudden absence throughout the days. He tried to ask, but once Roxana's tone progressively got more aggressive the longer he persisted, he finally got the hint. He wasn't seeing you again.

Roxana was grateful that Cassis had shut his mouth after a while. But, she found it odd how compliant he remained without your presence. More so, she hated the way he stared at her, a hidden intent she couldn't figure out in his eyes. It intensified when she gave him a map of the manor, a faint sighting of a smirk ghosting his lips. …Out of all people, Roxana would have never expected Cassis to kidnap someone. Trust no one, as they say. What an arse… Repaying her good deeds with this.

And so, the manor of The Black Agriche was thrown into a frenzy, having lost something very precious. Unless Roxana wanted to stir more trouble with hasty actions, she must sit quietly for now. …At the very least she didn’t need to worry about your safety. Unlike The Black Agriche, The Blue Pedelian will never torture their captives, let alone a young child like you…

Meanwhile, you were having your own crisis. This was a very drastic change. Although the violent nature of your family often terrifies you, you have grown used to it… kind of. Now, with the serene environment of The Blue Pedelians, you've grown antsy, anticipating some form of chaos to arise.

Ignoring how he took you without your agreement (no matter how hard he tried to justify his actions in a good light), you felt more comfortable being around CASSIS than the rest of the family. You weren’t sure if the times spent together back in your manor contributed to your lack of fear around him or relieved over the fact that your situation could have been very worse, and you didn’t care all that much. Cassis's attitude toward you didn’t change from when he was held prisoner, instead, his doting habits only increased now that his actions were not limited and monitored. He spoils you a lot, more than he spoils his younger sister. He will try his hardest to provide whatever you want, as long as it stays within the 'reasonable' range.

And by 'reasonable' he means, stop asking him to return you home. Suddenly, he understood Roxana's frustration. Is this what she felt when he continuously persisted? He doesn't get why you would want to return home out of all places; your family is vile.

It's not like you wanted to return, you had to. Although you wished to run away and never return, the odds were still not in your favor for you to make your escape plan. Something also told you that residing in The Blue Pedelian Manor was its own kind of hell…

The possible feud that can brew if your whereabouts were revealed made your skin crawl with fear. Knowing your value between the two families as well, you would be caught in the crossfire, and who knows what would happen to you then… You were trying to make things better for you, not destroy all your chances.

Cassis still didn't listen to your concerns (he never does), shutting down your complaints with a stern glare. …You just hope whatever war was to break out, it would happen later rather than sooner…

Just what was wrong with you? He’s trying his hardest to get you accustomed to your new surroundings, spoiling you with gifts, spending time with you along with his sister, anything to put you at ease. Yet, you just didn’t care! All you did was flush his efforts down the drain. He thought he was making progress with you, so he would never expected it, hell, even imagined it. But, when he caught you creeping around the exit gates, your freaked-out expression said it all. Now, here you were, leg chained to the bedpost back inside your prison-like bedroom. Seeing you chained up reminded him of himself, and it was interesting to see the roles switch to some extent. Truthfully, your tears pained him, but, he didn’t see the point in you crying. He wasn’t doing anything bad and he wished that you’d stop acting as if he was.

"Why can’t you understand that this is for your benefit?"

Oh? SYLVIA adores you? Why, that's no secret and is obvious to anyone who witnesses the interaction between you and her. Why wouldn't she love you!? You're everything she ever wanted in a younger sister… well, minus the looks, but, she can get past that!

MORE doting than Cassis, it's overbearing, honestly. Ever since your first encounter, you don't remember a time when you were left alone; it's always some lousy excuse to be around you. She hugs, kisses, cuddles, squishes, and any affectionate gesture she can think of, she does it to you. It was like she was trying to merge herself with you.

Honestly, her compassion spooked you. Her behavior reminded you a lot of your second stepmother, Maria. So, you weren't surprised when she had some hostile reaction whenever a maid would unintentionally interrupt your 'bonding' time. The sweeter they are, the more aggressive. Well, at least there weren't any dead bodies scattered on the ground…

Have you ever been so upset that you began to cry? Sylvia is a perfect demonstration of that. Perhaps you were right to compare her to Maria, the rage evident on her face was akin to the deadly glare your stepmother wore when she was furious. Flashbacks clouded your mind of how Maria snapped when a servant accidentally spilled milk on your gown. This situation was much different; a maid somehow cut your hand with the teacup. The one time Sylvia thought it was a good idea to let you get some fresh air outside your room, the fun atmosphere was ruined by something silly as this. It’s no surprise if your family lashed out, but to see a sophisticated woman such as Sylvia spew out words of profanity and behave so hostile was unexpected. At the very least, you appreciated she held back for your sake. With the way her hands shook with rage the longer she chewed out the maid, you had the impression Sylvia wanted to do much more than a stern talking to.

“There you are! I looked for you everywhere. I was beginning to worry that you’ve run away, but, you won’t do that to me, right?”

Your fear of RISCHEL was reasonable. Given his position inside his household, you two never met that often. However, the rare times you do meet, his piercing gaze never fails to make you shrink back on yourself. If you think about it, his hateful attitude made sense. You were one of the many offsprings of his biggest enemy, Lante, and said enemy kidnapped his son and tormented him mercilessly. Some of his son’s many torturers included Lante’s children, so you could just imagine the many scenarios that went through his mind. You don’t blame him if he was tempted to torment you, solely for Lante having a taste of his own medicine.

While Rischel’s expression came across as wanting to bury you six feet under, in truth, he was very much intrigued by your existence. It was confusing to see his son return with an unconscious child after escaping. And for a moment he feared that his son went mad when the child held in his arms was an Agriche and pleaded for your protection.

He was hesitant (for good reason) but ultimately agreed in the end. If his son saw something valuable in you, then there must be some worth in keeping you around. However, it didn’t mean he automatically trusted you. Without your knowledge, he monitored you, planting eyes everywhere. Any suspicious activity he was informed of would be enough validation for him to throw you out with no hesitation.

…So how exactly did his wariness morph into overwhelming softness toward you? (like father like son) The feeling just dawned upon him and he noticed it all: your mannerisms, your innocence, it slowly rubbed on him in a positive light. This was strange. He wonders if you had used a spell on him, no one should fall under anyone’s whims so suddenly as if you possessed this charm that melts even the hearts of the cold-blooded. But, oh, did the feeling around you feel so nice. And soon, he simply gave in to the desire to love you and protect you.

You realized how much more tolerable he became of your presence, to your relief. Even so, the feelings you saw on the outside couldn’t begin to compare to the rapidly developing obsessive feelings he harbored for you. And by the time you began to pick up on the dangerous signals, the damage was already done.

You were beyond speechless when you looked into the reflection of the mirror, staring at someone else entirely. Her hair was a shade of pure silver, and her eyes resembled the golden rays of the sun. As you reached your hand out to touch the glass, your body froze as reality sunk in. This was not another person, but rather you, with a new appearance and identity you were forced to carry. Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the faces of Rischel, Cassis, and Sylvia, hoping for all of this to be one big joke. But, the pleased glances they returned alerted you that this situation was far from a joke, and you had to accept your new fate.

“Sylvia was correct. This look suits you perfectly.”

You were stressed and rightfully so. How could all of this happen? And why did it have to be you? You were still young and didn’t deserve to deal with these problems. In such a short amount of time, along with new obsessors formed, you temporarily resigned to a new lifestyle, switching from agriche to pedelian.

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[beautyislovley]

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙

“You mentioned Miles… who is that Flora?” Kate asks the young girl. “Miles is my older brother, he’s at school right now though” Flora said with an upset face. “Is he always at school?” Kate asks hoping to not deal with a teenager. “No—he plays games with me but when he’s not he’s hanging out with Y/n” Flora said as she smiled once again. “Y/n?” Kate asked, a name she didn’t know. Flora sighed “her” Flora said with her tiny finger pointing to the teenager washing the dishes. “She’s a maid—why would he be spending time with her? Isn’t she older then him?” Kate asked as she felt a pit in her stomach from the thought of Miles(a teenager) hanging out with 𝘩𝘦𝘳(“an adult“). “Nope—she’s a couple months younger then Miles actually” Flora smiled as she sat on the couch with Kate across from her.

“Why is she working here if she’s a teenager, doesn’t she have school” Kate asking a million questions. “She’s homeschooled and Miles wanted her here after—“ Flora’s voice trailed off. “After what?” Kate asked, she was already intrigued. “I’m not supposed to say”—and with that Flora ran off. “Weird” Kate mumbled to herself as she watched the young girl run away to wherever she wanted. There was no telling where she had gone due to how big the house is. “Hi” Kate said scaring Y/n “oh.. hi” Y/n smiled at her as she put the last dish down “don’t you think it’s unprofessional to hang out with someone who’s parents you work for” Kate asks immediately changing her tone causing Y/n’s brows to furrow “I uh… no? It was Miles Idea to start hanging out as we are the same age” Y/n replied trying to reason with Kate but by Kate's face it was obvious that she wasn’t having it. “I suggest you stop plus Flora mentioned your homeschooled” Kate said earning a nod from Y/n “yes I am-“ “if the reason your homeschooled is to spend more time playing than working than that is disappointing” Kate spoke before leaving Y/n alone to think.

Why was Kate so aggressive towards her? She has only just met her. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was stupid that she spent her time with her best friend and his little sister.

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“Y/n” Miles knocked on her door constantly, he had just got home from school accidentally scaring Kate and was ready to tell Y/n about his time there. “Yes Miles?” Y/n asks as she opens her door pretending to act sleepy but she really wasn’t and he knew that. “Let me in” Miles groaned as she sighed, letting him in he sat on her king size bed “what’s wrong? you seem… off” Miles asks as he grabs her hand bringing her closer to him “this is unprofessional Miles.. we shouldn’t be as close as we are” Y/n responds as she pulls her hand away. “Haha very funny” Miles says as he goes to grab her hands once again but she pulls away looking down. “Y-Your serious?” Mikes asks as he stands up, she looks up at him nodding “did Mrs. Grose say anything to you while you were cleaning cause I swear—“ “No Miles—it was the new baby sister for Flora.. Flora told her about us being close friends and she talked to me saying that it was unprofessional for us being friends because I work here and..” Y/n strolls off “and what Y/n?” Miles asks as he sits her down seeing as she was in a trance. “and she was right Miles” Y/n said causing Miles to shake his head, pulling her in for a hug “no she wasn’t and if it bothers her that much than i’ll teach her a lesson” Miles says as he rubs her head.

Needless to say he learned what Kate was afraid of and used it to his advantage whenever he could.. and she won’t be complaining about their friendship any time soon.

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[persefolli]

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

“You know my husband?” I asked, looking Miles up and down, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Which one?”

“I only have one husband.”

“Not according to Neytiri.” 

You sucked in a deep breath. “Jake and I had relations months ago, we are no longer bound to one another. It is only Tonowari that I am with and love.”

“Interesting.” Miles nodded, turning back to you holding some weird contraption that he put on your head. “This will study your brain activity. Don’t ask me how it works because I don’t know either.” You allowed him to place the device on your head, a few beats of silence passing between you two.

“I know both Sully and Tonowari. Sully and I go back, while your current husband teamed up with Sully to take down my operation.”

“Well they probably had a good reason, look at what you're doing to me now.” You said looking up at the device.

“Oh hush! I haven't even touched you yet!” He said like an annoyed older brother.

“So what deal did the two of you make?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not stupid Miles. Neytiri has to hate you, she wouldn’t just walk on your territory unless she was getting something in return.”

Miles sighed deeply and turned to you. You noticed the slight flash of sadness in his eyes but that smug look made its way back onto his face. “Humans…do this thing where after they die they sell or donate their body to science.” He pulls a chair and sits in front of you.

“Ultimately, she sold you, and your husband of course. She thinks you’re a threat.”

“To what!”

“Her marriage.”

You sank back down in your seat and rolled your eyes. Once again, this was Jake’s fault. Taking a deep breath you nodded, “Can you at least let my husband go. He has a clan to run.”

Miles let out a disappointed groan, “He’s already asked me the same. I can’t do that for you right now.”

---

Jake fumed internally seeing the cove where you and Tonowari were held. The fact that you were here and nobody told him angered him. It only took a few threats and shoves to get the young warrior to get talking. 

He was most angry at Neytiri. In his eyes, this was unforgivable.

It would only be a matter of time before she returned empty handed. He wondered if he should pretend to not know anything, or blow up like he wanted to.

After a while of thinking, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Hell, he was Olo’eyktan, not her. 

Luckily Jake had some warriors in the clan that were loyal to him, not Neytiri. Apparently they had been left out of the loop as well, so this was premeditated on Neytiri's end.

To get her minions to talk, he decided to go back to his roots and use more….American methods.

He captured every warrior who had anything to do with it. They were beaten, yelled at, and even starved. It didn’t take extreme measures to get them talking. 

Sooner or later, he was led to the council, to which he captured as well. Three clan leaders were imprisoned and questioned for conspiracy and intimidation.

“I told you I didn’t-” One of the clan leaders was slapped harshly. 

“Watch your tone when you speak to the Olo’eyktan.” A warrior spoke.

“I am an Olo’eyktan dammit!”

“But you are on my land.” Jake crouched in front of the kneeling man.

“You worked closely with Neytiri. You knew her plan from the start. You orchestrated the false invitation and council call, just to ambush both Tonowari and Y/n. Now you’re telling me you don’t know where they are?”

“No I-”

He was punched again, grunting in pain as a tooth scattered across the ground.

“I’m giving you one more time. It didn’t even take this much for your other friends to get to yapping.”

“If I tell you, you're gonna let me go?” He tried to negotiate.

Jake scoffed. “Oh I'm sure Y/n pleaded with you the exact same. And what did you do? Keep her locked up.” 

The clan leader scowled at Jake before taking a deep breath, starting to talk.

---

The chambers Miles kept you in were far more humane and clean than what Neytiri kept you in. He even let you and Tonowari stay in the cell together, which was ‘suspicious’ according to your husband. 

You never let go of Tonowari once inside that cell. The both of you were taken out every few hours to be “studied.” And once you returned you went back to wrapping your arms under his and leaning your head into his broad chest. 

Tonowari did everything in his power to keep you comfortable, even going as far as giving you portions of his own ration of food to fill you up.

“You must eat.”

“Tono-”

“I have fasted for 14 days and nights while training to become Olo’eyktan. My wife must eat.” He said semi-sternly. 

Little did the two of you know that there were cameras hidden in the room, Miles watched over the two of you with a sinking feeling in his heart. Not because he wanted you, but he remembered his human days where he was able to share his love with another woman.

He began to wonder why Neytiri would give up such loving na’vi over to him, and realized how twisted this was of her. For the first time in his life, he actually began to feel regret. 

Meanwhile, Neytiri was walking into her home. It had been a long day of tending to her duties and speaking with clan leaders as if nothing happened. She walked in and gasped, seeing the clan leader she worked so close with swollen and bruised.

“What happened?!” She said panicked.

“He knows.” Was all he said before falling face first onto the ground. From the dark corner of the room Jake emerged with a dark look on his face. 

Neytiri began to stammer, already knowing she was done for. She looked at the clan leader on the ground, before looking back up at Jake. 

“They were gonna ambush us!”

“That's not what I heard.”

“They-She- I did it for us!”

“Who runs this clan!” Jake yelled storming up to her. “Who defeated Miles time and time again. Who spent years building international relations so this clan wouldn't fall off the map? That was me! Not you Neytiri.” He yelled harshly.

“This is what happened. You got lazy, got too comfortable and selfish about you and your own people, you didn't even consider that Pandora is being destroyed and that we NEED clans like the Metkayina. You don't do shit for this clan.” He said darkly into her ear as tears began to spill down her face.

“I made sure the council knew who ran this clan.” Neytiri looked at Jake with teary eyes. She looked defeated. It finally hit her that Jake didn't love her the same he once did, and after this, he never will.

“Now how about we take the easy route, and get Y/n and Tonowari out of there.”

---

Testing had gone on for hours this time around. Sunrise to sunset. You and Tonowari were tired, drained. The two of you cooperated the best you could, but even Tonowari became agitable. 

“Are we gonna die here?” You asked Miles as he hooked you up to yet another machine. He worked in silence, scrunching his eyes brows and attempted to avoid the question. He didn’t even know how to answer that.

“I make no promises. But it won't be me killing you if it comes to that point.”

Your heart sank. Would you really die before you can breathe in the salty air, and feel the hot sun on your skin in a place called home? Your husband, would you at least  be able to say your goodbyes?

After the treatment you sobbed in Tonowari’s arms, telling him the same thing Miles had told you. He was putting on his brave face, but internally he was hurt too. He never wanted to go like this and he especially didn’t want you to either. 

“Mawey. Mawey.” He said softly with his nose pressed into your hair. He held you tightly, savoring this moment, like many other times. If his time ever came to an end, he would want to remember his wife’s embrace for all eternity.

The door suddenly opened and Miles stood there. A deep breath, and Tonowari stood up, knowing it was his turn to be tested. Instead, Miles walked over and pressed a device to Tonowari’s neck, waited for it to beep, then pressed it to yours, repeating the action.

“Hurry and go.”

“What?” 

“I disabled the trackers. Go before I change my mind.”

Tonowari wasted no time in snatching you up and bolting out of those steel doors. The two of you dashed out of the way you came in. You saw the sun getting brighter and brighter until you finally emerged into the forest. 

The two of you moved to hop over the metal beams but stopped in your tracks seeing both Jake and Neytiri at the entrance. It only took a glimpse of blue for Tonowari to storm over and shove Jake, raising his hand to beat down on him.

Quickly, Miles stepped forward, putting his arm out to separate Jake and Tonowari.

“Trust me he is not your enemy right now.”

Tonowari stepped back and scowled at Jake with a hateful look.

“He had no idea about his wife’s-”

“Neytiri's plan.” Jake interjected. “I didn't even know you guys were gonna come to the council meeting. I would've pardoned you if it was too much.” Jake seemed apologetic.

You and Tonowari instinctively held onto each other again.

“You will no longer be expected to attend any council meetings, and I will not protest if you continue to reserve your resources.”

Jake used his hand to push Neytiri up. “I-...I have relinquished my status as Tsahik in training.” She says. “I and the Omaticaya are forever indebted to you.”

You fumed. The two of them had no idea about how much mental turmoil they had put the two of you in. Both you and Tonowari were feeding off of each other’s rage by now. 

“That’s it?”  You said sternly. “You think that’ll make up for the last two-three months?”

“I-”

“You starved us! Isolated us! Sold us off! The worst thing in the world for you is not being Tsahik?!” Neytiri avoided your gaze as you yelled at her. 

“Neytiri will take your place in the experiments.” Jake announced.

The both of you fell silent and glanced at each other.

Tonowari then spoke up to Neytiri. “Eywa will punish you. But the Metkayina will damn you. Step foot on any of our lands or the borders surrounding it and you will be treated as hostile. As for you,” He turned to Jake. “You have a hell of a lot of work to do. But me and Y/n have been talking, and we will no longer punish the Omaticaya for your blunders.”

Jake nodded, accepting this as a win for his people, they would no longer face consequences for his actions.

“As for us, we are no longer companions, or allies. We will not fight your wars, or help you with negotiations. You have earned the privilege of living another day,” Tonowari threatened. “But you will never have access to us again.”

You and Tonowari began walking into the forest again, when Jake grabbed you by the wrist and looked at you with solemn eyes.

“Y/n…i'm sorry for everything, really.” He said. 

You could tell he was apologetic, and you saw the regret in his eyes, but you only gave him the satisfaction of a nod, before taking off with Tonowari.

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[ghostgorlsworld]

Johnny Boy (Werwolf! Soap x reader) Part two

Once upon a time, you would've done anything for John Mctavish. He had been your older brother's cool best friend, and you were always desperate for him to see you as more--until one fateful night that ends up with you pregnant and him...gone. Fast forward six years and you've made a good life for yourself with your daughter Emma, with Johnny none the wiser. Until he decides to knock on your door.

You can find part one here

Part two:

You dismissed every call that lit up your phone for days, ignoring Tom while he beat down your door, ignoring Susan when she left endless tearful voicemails. 

It was a betrayal. It cut deep, reminding you of the days when Tom and John were attached at the hip, always together and never letting you in the loop. Everyone always loved John, and you were sure with the right amount of mournful blue-eyed looks and apologies, your family was willing to let him back in without even a thought.

But they weren’t there, were they? That night when you thought he wanted you, his teeth in your throat, his hips cradled in your thighs. 

You woke up alone, sore between your legs and dried blood on your sheets. He was long gone, Tom having driven him to the airport early that morning.

You were twenty, he was twenty five, the same age as your brother. Within two months, you were showing and he was nowhere to be found, off playing hero in some distant war.

Emma didn’t understand. You catch her looking outside curiously, seeming to be searching for someone. You find things out of place in your closet, where she must have been looking for some relic of his.

There are none. He left you nothing of his except her.

“He’s going to come back,” she said, once, while the two of you were having dinner. 

You were still in your work clothes, a sweater and a pencil skirt, your fork half-way to your mouth. “Who, Emma?” She looked at you, so knowing for a child so young. “My dad. Can’t you smell him?”

A chill slid down your spine. “Emma, I’m not like you,” you said. “Where did you smell him?” “On you, Mum,” she said, as if it was obvious. “He’s all over you.” It seemed the military taught him a few tricks. 

The next day, Emma was proved right.

It was an early Saturday morning, Emma was still asleep in your bed while you shifted quietly in the kitchen, half paying attention to the telly playing some mindless cartoon. 

A knock on the door. 

You paused, lowering your cup of coffee. 

You hated that you always knew when he was around. Some nameless feeling that you’ve had since you were a little girl.

Another knock, this one more insistent.

His voice, calm and deep. “Come on, hen, let's have it out.”

You took a step towards the bedroom, having half a mind to close the door and ignore the knocks until he went away.

“Don’t.” 

You paused, mid-step. 

“Please.”

Johnny never said please. He was the fighter, always unyielding and laughing, thinking it was funny when his mouth got him in trouble.

You’re wearing a soft slip and a robe. You tie it before you open the door, your hands trembling against the door knob.

He looked awful. His eyes were red, like he hadn’t slept in the last three days, his hair ruffled. He was wearing your brother's clothes that didn’t quite fit, another stir of anger in your chest at the thought of Tom letting him stay at his house.

The fucking traitor. 

“You look like shit,” you said, your words like a bite. 

His mouth twitched. “I missed you too, kitty.”

God you hated that word. You got that nickname at three years old and you’ve despised it ever since.

“What do you want, John?” You asked, your fingers white against the knob. 

John leaned in close, like he couldn’t help it, inhaling deeply. His eyes got brighter, an inhuman gleam. “Kitty, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“For what? For fucking me and leaving me to raise your kid? For the six years of silence?” You looked away from his intense stare, knowing full well if you gave an inch he would take a mile. Johnny was like this when you were kids too, so harmless and smiling until he wasn’t, until someone touched one of his toys or took him away from you and Tommy’s house.

“For everything, hen, I…you didn’t deserve any of it,” John stepped even closer, his palm against your door. “Look at me, kitty, c’mon, I’ve thought of you every fucking day for six years and I’ve just found out you’ve had my pup alone.”

“And how do you know I was alone?” You spat, wanting to hurt him, to let him know that you weren’t his anymore.

That might have been the wrong thing to say. Johnny stiffened, his breath hot against your cheek. “Because you still smell like me, kitty.”

Which made no sense. You’ve had sex since he left, a few dates here and there while Emma was staying the night at her grandparents. There should be nothing left, no trace of him–you made sure of it. “I just…I just wanna meet her. Please, hen, I’m her father.” 

There’s a part of you that understands that if you refused, Johnny would find a way. Nothing could stop Johnny when he really, really wanted something and wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

But if you let them meet, then it would be all downhill from there. Emma would get attached and Johnny would enjoy playing daddy for a month or two, then time would be up. He would be across the world again, taking bullets and ripping throats, and you would be here, being a mother and paying the bills.

“John,” you said, suddenly so full of sadness. Why did you have to be the bad guy? Why did it happen like this?

In another life, you would have wanted this with him. Marriage, kids, the whole nine yards–but instead, you had to be the evil bitch keeping him from his kid, though both of you knew he would just break her heart.

“I know, kitty,” he said, like he knew what you were thinking. “But I walked away once. I cannae do it again.” You looked away again, chewing on your lip. His hand twitched and you remembered the way it felt against your hip, pulling you underneath him. 

The memory soured your stomach. It was five years ago, for God’s sake, and he was drunk. You shouldn’t remember it with any sort of fondness.

“Come back tomorrow,” you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest. “Eight thirty for breakfast. I’ll do my best to…prepare her.”

Johnny made to touch you, maybe to hug or grip your shoulders but you flinched back, your spine bumping into the door.

“Kitty-” he began but you shook your head, already reaching for the door handle. “Goodbye John.”

Emma was eating lunch when you pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, sitting down with a sigh.

It was time for the talk.

The You Have A Father and He Wants to See You and I Can’t Say No Talk.

Emma, as always, was unflappable. She turned the pages in the Louis L’Amour book every morning when she woke, and every night before dinner. Why would a father materializing out of nowhere phase her?

“Why did he leave?” She asked, tearing tiny triangles in her cheese toastie.

You took a moment to think about your answer. It wouldn’t do to make your daughter hate her father before she could even make her own opinions about him.

You, on the other hand, could hate him as much as you liked.

“He was enlisted in the military, remember?” 

She nodded. 

“They decided that he was…special. That he could do important work, but there was a price–he couldn’t let anyone know about the important work. They, um, well they had to hide him, keep him from the world so he…he never found out about you.” Emma was silent for a long time, now tearing the crust into crumbs. You waited for her, forcing back the emotion clogging your throat. “But he wants to see me now?” She asked, almost shy. 

“Yes, he’s…he’s your father. And he’s like you.”

That was something that really grated on your nerves, the fact that they were so alike, you couldn’t relate to your daughter’s wolfish instincts, couldn’t shift with her on the full moons, couldn’t smell her emotions like she could yours. 

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

“You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to, bear, I promise, I’ll keep him away if that’s what you want.”

Emma pondered this, finally taking a proper bite of her toastie. “I’ll meet him,” she decided. “I’d like to ask him about his secret missions.” You laughed. Wetly. “Alright. He’s going to have breakfast with us tomorrow.” “Eight thirty?” “Eight thirty.”

Emma finished her lunch, and that was that.

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

“I’m sorry.” Tommy was upset, you could tell, his cheeks flushed red like they did when you were kids. “I don’t know what I was thinking but I saw Johnny and I thought…God, I can’t lie to him anymore. We can’t lie to him anymore.” “It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. “At a fucking funeral no less.” “I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Tommy gripped your shoulders and wrestled you into a hug. “I’m a slag, I’m a fucking idiot, just don’t keep you and bear from me anymore, my house is like a fucking coffin without you two.”

“What, your waitress of the week hasn’t been keeping you company?” You snarked, your face in his chest. You allowed him to hug you, a part of you relaxing now that you weren’t pissed at your brother. “I heard John was staying with you.” “Just for now, he has Susan helping him find an apartment around here.”

You stiffened. “What?”

Tom winced, as if kicking himself. “Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“God, who’s side are you on Tommy? He abandoned us for six years!” “You know just as well as I do that if he knew about Emma he would’ve been here from the very beginning.” Tommy didn’t understand. “But he didn’t, did he? He screwed your little sister while he was piss-drunk and then left without a word. I’ll never forgive him for it and you shouldn’t either.” “I wasn’t going to, love. I haven’t, really, but…look at him,” Tom clenched his jaw, the love of a brother resurfacing. You remembered being so jealous of their bond, the ease of their friendship. “The fucker’s been through hell, there’s no telling what they have him do out there.” “Nothing that he didn’t sign up for.”

“You and I both know how limited his options were,” Tom said, gripping your shoulders. “How limited Emma’s options will be.”

It wasn’t a thought you could bear to think about for very long. Getting a job, going to high school, getting accepted into college, all of these things were difficult for Emma’s kind, no matter what the government likes to say about equality.

Johnny was smart. So smart. He tinkered with everything, the telly, the lawn mower, your father’s old rifle–he would take things apart to see how they worked and then put them back together even better than they were before. 

It killed him when college after college rejected his applications. He had gotten into a few scraps over the years and they showed up on his records, so they stamped him down into the Aggressive list and threw away his application. 

The military snagged him shortly after, with promises of being with his own kind and not having to hide what he was.

You couldn’t blame him, not even when he stopped calling on your birthday or visiting for holidays. He had a real family in the military, one that wasn’t just you and Tommy. 

You had always been in love with him, forever the younger sibling that followed them around like a lost duckling. You were twenty when he came home again for the first time in a few years and your old feelings came back with a vengeance.

It hurt you more than you would ever tell that you weren’t enough to come home for. That the night you spent together was nothing more than the incident that gave you Emma.

“I know you loved him more than you would ever admit,” Tommy said gently, catching your chin when you tried to look away. “I know he hurt you so badly that it took you years to be able to ever look at another man. Trust me, I hate him for it too, but…he’s her father, love. She needs a father.”

And that was that. You were never enough for anyone, not even Emma. “I know,” you said. “That’s why I haven’t moved to the States and changed my name.” Tom laughed, and neither of you acknowledged that his laugh was about as damp as yours. “Are we still on for next weekend? I’ll need to pick up some ribeyes from the store if I’m going to have Em.” That was right. You had asked Tom weeks ago to watch Emma while you…well, while you went on a date. He was a nice guy, someone you met at work–he was cute in a bookish way, glasses and nice hair and knitted sweaters. You needed nice and cute, something to clear up the stain that Johnny left on you.

“Yeah, Charlie’s picking me up at six, so I’ll have Em over at five thirty.” Tom nodded. “Do…do you want me to tell Johnny why you’re off for the night?”

“God no. It’s none of his fucking business.”

#cod x reader #soap mactavish #cod mw3 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #call of duty mw3

[milayawr]

An Old Memory

Nikolai Lantsov x F!Reader

Summary: Nikolai returns with the sun summoner and he has someone special who has waited for him for years.

Warnings: longing

Word count: 1,088

Notes: Thanks for reading this!🩵 This is my first fic, and i'm so nervous. Please let me know what you think about it. Also, English is not my first language, so i apologize if there are any mistakes.

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Nothing hurt more than waiting.

She knew the pain that came with it, maybe more than anyone else. It was crushing her heart out, consuming her from the inside, and leaving her broken in pieces. But the worst part was not those stupid feelings, it was hiding it. Over the years, she became very good at hiding her broken heart but she could never hide her sadness. Everyone asked her about her feelings. Why was she sad all the time? She couldn't say she was waiting for a prince since she was already married to a prince, so every time she was asked that kind of question she came up with a stupid lie.

Vasily Lanstov was quite handsome. His wealth was every girl's dream. He was going to be the king of Ravka. She should've been happy. She had accepted the marriage with the hopes of being happy. Her happiness was becoming a queen but she didn't know love could change everything.

Vasily was kind enough but never truly cared for her. He was interested in far different things. He even cared more for his horse than his new wife. They were married for nearly three months but he didn't even come to their bed.

She wasn't complaining about it though. She never thought of having a man in her bed while her mind belonged to another.

She loved him for years. Even when she was engaged, she had feelings for that particular prince.

She came to Os Alta when she was sixteen. She was a duke's daughter and her family and Vasily's family had planned a marriage for years and when the right time knocked on the door her family sent her to the capital. She lived with the royal family since then. The queen had always been on her side. She was also kind but she was not giving a mother's love to her.

She was craving love ever since she could remember.

Maybe that was the reason why she fell in love with that bastard.

He was a year younger than her but his charming face made him look a bit older. He was way more mature than her in some topics but still not mature at all at the same time. He was damnably handsome. Brave in battle, he got into the army when he was sixteen. An excellent dancer, they danced at so many parties when he was still in the capital. His charm would affect someone from miles away.

She never understood how she fell in love with such a person.

She should've loved Vasily. She had to love Vasily. Well, she would have if Vasily had taken care of her, look at her face even once, smile and help her out with the loneliness, and shown her love. Being a little kind didn't help the situation. Even though she was newly wedded she was waiting for a man she hadn't seen for years because she was longing for his affection.

She knew her love did have a mutual feeling. She knew that he liked her, that he had a feeling for her. Even if it was not love, he still liked her. But now, even though he liked her, it was impossible for him to be in love with her because she was the wife of his fucking brother.

But that didn't stop him from kissing her before he was gone.

It was the last thing she remembered from him. She was engaged to Vasily at that time. They were saying goodbye to each other. She was grateful for his friendship, far more than grateful, actually. She was thanking him and then suddenly he was kissing her.

She hasn't forgotten the look of regret in his eyes after that.

Embarrassment filled her as she closed her eyes. He regretted the best thing that ever happened to her. Maybe when he arrives he's going to be distant. "Fuck him," she muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something, your highness?" Asked the maid who was walking behind her.

"No." She answered. Everyone was used to her cold tone over the years. She was never the same after him. She slept with the memory of him kissing her and woke up to the reality of being engaged to his brother. And now she was even married to his brother.

She missed him and she wondered if he missed her as well.

The butterflies in her stomach worsened her day. They were flying around since the moment she heard he was gonna be back. The queen was excited as her, but their excitement was for different things. The queen was waiting for her sweet son, and she was waiting for her first love.

And Vasily was probably not showing up. Again.

Fuck him too, she thought. They were brothers after all. Far different personalities but still, the same shit. Saints, she should hate them both but she can't. She can't hate Vasily because she is his wife and she can't hate Nikolai because he is just… him.

How could she hate Nikolai?

She wanted to forget everything about him as she walked down the hall. She wasn't with the queen, the king, and probably, hopefully, Vasily. She hoped Vasily was there because when she'll see Sobachka again she wanted to hold onto his arm and smile at her husband as if she was in love with him. She needed Vasily for once.

When the door ahead of her opened she held her breath. All the things in her mind flew away. The blond hair was the first thing that got her interest. He was wearing his fancy clothes. He was more handsome than she imagined over the years. The second she realized it was him, everything disappeared. It was just him and her as she always wanted. Why was she wanting that feeling to be gone? After all those longings that broke her apart she was seeing him again, so why?

She didn't have the time to think when he had arrived. The idea of him was rushing around her mind. Nikolai Lantsov was standing right there and all she could do was stare at his handsome bastard face.

He smiled as he wasn't the source of her sadness, broken heart and longings. "Hello, Y/N." He said with a steady voice.

His face, voice, charm... Everything about him was just a memory that had gotten old.

An old memory was standing in front of her and she was speechless.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai lanstov imagine #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse fanfic #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #fanfic

[ssanovak]

His Favourite Little Human

@skievers‘ request; Bestie can you write me a Gabriel x Fem reader who is Sam & Dean’s sister and is currently kidnapped as a hostage and Gabriel has to find her? Thanks! 🥰

“Y/N! Breakfast! Bacon’s a bit crispy, hope that’s okay! Cas decided to help” Dean yelled down the bunker hallway.

“Hey!” Cas glared at Dean, “It’s better crispier, Y/N told me that once”

“Sure buddy, she probably only told you that so she didn’t hurt your feelings” Dean said laughing.

Cas crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“Y/N! Where are you?” Dean walked down the hallway to your room, he knocked on the door loudly, “Y/N! Wake up sleepyhead!”.

Silence followed Dean’s words, he leant against the wall to the left of the door and rapped his knuckles hard against the wood again. Still nothing.

“Y/N you better be decent, cause I’m coming in!” Dean turned the door handle, pushing the door open slowly. He glanced around the room before him and then stepped in. Your bed had evidently been left untouched since you made it yesterday morning, and you were nowhere to be seen. It was Dean’s turn to frown now and he checked your bedside table to see if your purse and keys were still there. When he didn’t find any evidence that you’d even come home last night he shrugged, expecting you to be with Gabriel, or one of their friends, you didn’t drink so it wasn’t likely that you’d been out all night, so he wasn’t especially worried.

He walked back to the kitchen, finding Sam sat at the table ignoring the tray of bacon in the centre and choosing instead to drink what Dean affectionately referred to as a ‘rabbit food smoothie’, he nodded to his brother as Dean walked back into the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” He said, looking back down to the newspaper he’d been combing for a new case.

“Not been home, I’m willing to bet she’s with Gabriel.”

“Oh yeah, how much are you willing to wager?” Sam smirked.

“$20”

“Deal”

“Okay Cas, you want in?” Dean turned to the angel.

“Dean, I have no use for money, why would I partake in an effort to win any?”

“For fun, I don’t know, do Angels do ‘Fun’?” He teased and Cas looked up at him quizzically, “Don’t answer that, it’s too early in the morning for that conversation.”

Dean grabbed some ketchup and sat at the table across from Sam and pulled the tray of bacon towards him, squirting the ketchup straight onto the tray. Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, and Dean indignantly said “Y/N’s not gonna have any, Mr Molecules over there doesn’t eat, and you’ve got your blended rabbit food, what’s the point using a plate?”

“I didn’t actually say anything,” Sam replied, dryly.

“No, but you were thinking, same thing.”

“Okay, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes again, which his brother missed as he stood up to grab the pot of coffee he’d been brewing, sitting back down he sighed contentedly and dug into his food.

A loud banging on the front door was the only noise to disturb the peace and quiet.

“I’ll get it” Sam said, picking up his smoothie and taking it with him. Sam walked towards the front of the bunker as the knocking got louder and more frantic.

He opened the door slowly and was surprised to see a rather dishevelled Gabriel standing in the doorway.

“Sam” the angel said.

“Gabriel, uh, come in I guess.” Sam stood to the side to let the man walk past him and then shut and relocked the door behind him.

“No time for pleasantries, have you seen Y/N?”

“No, actually, Dean thought she was with you, why?”

“Haven’t seen her in a couple of days actually, and we were meant to meet up yesterday.”

“Maybe she forgot?”

“Why thank you Sam, I hadn’t possibly considered that scenario, and I felt like walking here from half a mile away just for you to tell me the obvious” Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, I, uh, don’t have any other suggestions, let me get Dean to help call around.”

“Thank you.”

The two walked back to the kitchen and Dean mumbled “Who is it?” with a mouthful of food.

“Hello Deano” Gabriel greeted the older Winchester brother.

Dean turned to the doorway, swallowing the mouthful he’d finished chewing. “Sammy who gets the 20 bucks?”

“Not you”

“Son of a bitch!”

“So where is Y/N?” Cas tilted his head into the question and looked to Gabriel for an answer.

“Was hoping she was here.”

“Oh”

“Dean, I said we’d call around and ask if Y/N is with any of our friends, I’ll call Charlie and Garth, can you call Jody and Donna?” Sam pulled out his phone and began dialling as he spoke.

“On it”

A few tense minutes passed as the brothers tried to locate their sister, and when they ended each call with no luck, the atmosphere was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

“Gabriel, you’ve heard nothing for how long?” Dean looked up at the angel.

“Nothing since this time yesterday, Y/N sent me a text telling me she’d see me later on, if you didn’t carve that damned Enochian into her bones I could’ve found her by now!” Gabriel’s final words an accusation directed at Castiel.

“Providing she’s not also being hidden by extra sigils, no need to play the blame game here Gabriel” Dean replied, keen to prevent an argument and focus on finding his little sister.

“Dean, I’m going to call Rowena, hopefully she can help.” Sam said, once again dialling as he spoke.

“Hello Samuel, how can I help you?” came the redheads Scottish drawl through the phone.

“Rowena, hi, we need your help, Y/N is missing, do you know of any way we can locate her?”

“Of course dear, let me just find the spell, are you able to obtain ingredients?”

“Yes, we’re in the bunker, I’ll be able to use the Men of Letters stock.”

“Good, okay, I’ve got the spell here, are you ready?”

“Hold on, I’ll write it down.”

With that Sam left the kitchen, Gabriel and Castiel in tow, heading to the library. Dean looked down at his half finished breakfast and decided it would take Sam a while to locate the ingredients, so he probably had time to finish eating. He scarfed the last of the bacon and then downed the rest of his coffee before heading up to the library himself. By the time he got there, Sam and Gabriel had begun to lay out the ingredients as Rowena explained the steps for they needed to take. Once they’d finished the setup, she told Sam the Latin he would have to repeat in order to complete the spell, and Sam scribbled it down in a notebook. He looked up at Dean who nodded and he started the spell. As he finished repeating the lines Rowena had given him the piece of paper in the centre of the pentagram burned a bright red and Dean looked away as the light threatened to blind him. When he looked back the paper had returned to it’s original state bar two lines of numbers that glistened in the light from the lamps. He stepped closer but Gabriel grabbed the piece of paper first.

“Co-ordinates?” He looked up at Sam for confirmation.

“Looks like, okay, thanks Rowena, I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Not a problem Samuel, I hope you find Y/N safe. Bye for now.” The call disconnected.

Sam and Dean grabbed their gear whilst Castiel and Gabriel stood waiting, Dean checked his guns and Sam grabbed the salt and lighter amongst other weapons and items of protection.

“Ready?” Gabriel questioned, “I’m assuming you want me to get as close to these co-ordinates as possible without being in the building, don’t know what kind of surprises might be in there.”

“I guess so,” Dean said, sighing, “I’m not happy with this method of transportation though, last time he zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week.” He pointed at Castiel who’s brow furrowed and he tilted his head to one side.

“That was more information than I wanted, let’s go”, Gabriel clicked his fingers and the four of them were outside a disused factory building.

Dean shuddered, gripping his gun tighter.

“Hold on,” Gabriel held his hand up and his eyes glowed brilliant blue as he searched the building for sigils. Only once he was satisfied they weren’t walking into a trap he motioned for Castiel and Dean to take the left side of the building whilst he and Sam took the right.

The four split off towards their designated search areas and Castiel and Gabriel both drew their Angel Blades. As they crept around the outskirts of the building a yell of pain came from somewhere deep within. Gabriel’s footsteps quickened as he recognised the voice. He and Sam found the nearest entrance and Sam gripped the door handle as Gabriel counted down with one hand. When he hit 0 Sam opened the door, the two slid through the open entryway and they were met with a corridor, off of which 5 more doors stood. Gabriel used his free hand to point to Sam and the rightmost door and then walked to the leftmost himself. They cleared each room with ease, meeting in the middle at the fifth door. Sam nodded as Gabriel reached towards the handle. As he did so another shout indicated that they were in fact at the correct door and Gabriel flung it open, holding his blade ready.

As he took in the scene before him his eyes met yours. You relaxed slightly against the chair you were sat upon and sighed with relief. Blood dripped down your face from your probably broken nose and you bit back a wince as you took in a deep breath.

Gabriel took a step towards you as Sam raised his gun to point it at the single assailant.

“How’s my favourite little human doing?”

“Been better to be honest, I’m a little tied up right now,” You replied, sarcasm dripping from your words. You looked down and made a point to indicate the ropes that bound you to the chair and tied your hands and feet.

He laughed, the sound music to your ears.

“Don’t come any closer!” Your assailant grabbed your head pulling you backwards in the chair and pinning a knife to your throat. You coughed in discomfort, and your eyes widened as you realised the danger wasn’t over yet. You assessed the situation you found yourself in, realising the way your head was positioned wasn’t to your attackers advantage at all. If you ducked to one side you’d be free of the blade and Gabriel realised this too, he caught your eye and mouthed ‘Sleeping Lions’, then he opened his fingers against his weapon, counting down 3, 2, 1, you threw yourself sideways and as soon as his final finger hit the handle you were folded practically in half against your own legs. A startled yelp came from your captor and you turned to see the Angel Blade sticking out of the demon’s chest as his soul stuttered out of existence and an orange glow emitted from every orifice. The now empty vessel fell backwards to the floor and you sat up straight again.

“Nice shot” Sam noted, Gabriel had thrown the blade across 15 feet and hit the demon square in the chest.

“Of course” Gabriel smirked.

“Look, save your ego boost for later and get these dang restraints off me please” You grumbled.

Gabriel laughed again and the pair of your saviours crossed the room towards you. Sam worked on the rope at your feet as Gabriel untied your hands and then your body. You slumped forwards slightly as he released the rope and he caught you, exhaustion setting in as the adrenalin wore off. He turned around to Sam, who grabbed your hand and squeezed it before he left the room in search of his other sibling and their best friend. Gabriel knelt on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that again Winchester”

“Can’t make any promises, sorry, I’m just too kidnappable” you mumbled against his chest.

He laughed again, leaning you back against the chair, gently sitting you upright. He put his hand against your face, cupping your cheek tenderly and you looked up at him as his eyes glowed Arctic blue. You felt the warmth of his grace healing you and you relaxed into his touch. When he was done he pulled you back into another hug. Kissing the top of your head as he held you. You wrapped your arms around him and revelled in the safety he brought with him.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed and you let go of your angel. You stood up from the chair, feeling as if you could run a few marathons and ran to your brother, who wrapped his arms around you crushing you in his embrace. When he let go it was Sam’s turn, although he was more gentle than Dean. Then you turned to Castiel who looked at you curiously until you pulled him into a hug too. He patted your arm awkwardly before you retreated to Gabriel’s side.

“Let’s get you home”, Gabriel smiled at you, clicking his fingers and you were half a mile up the road from the bunker. “You know this is as close as I can get before I have to walk!” He exclaimed as you looked at him incredulously.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you say, starting to walk towards your home.

“You’re lucky she thinks you’re cute”, Dean grumbled and followed after you.

Gabriel hurried forwards and reached into his pocket, handing you one of your favourite candies. You look around at him, smiling and take his hand in yours after you’ve removed the candy from his grasp. You hum contentedly as you continue walking home.

#supernatural #gabriel supernatural #supernatural x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel x fem!reader #gabriel x you #fanfic #fanfic request #fanfic req #gabriel spn #x reader #x you #x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

The Other Sister || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @hopemikaelsongf DIVIDERS by @straywords

Summary: In which Elys’ older sister is to be wed to the Rogue Prince Daemon himself, however, the Prince’s gaze finds itself on her, and her only.

P.t 1 P.t 2 P.t 3 P.t 4

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Clutching Daemon’s hand, the two navigate their way around the pleasure house. The room smelt of sex and alcohol.

“I must say I’d rather be killed by Caraxes than my father if he ever finds out I was here” The brunette chuckles, resting her arms on the rail as she overlooks the people below enjoying pleasure.

“Why?” Daemon turns his attention to her, “This place is nothing to be shamed of, it is simply a place in which you can satisfy your needs” He shrugs, a light scoff leaves Elys’ lips.

“Easy for you to say, my Prince, you are the King’s brother and no one dares to say anything that may lead to their death,” She stares out once again, watching the performances.

“I do hope once you marry my sister that you don’t find yourself here again,” She gives a look to Daemon as he studies her face before scoffing and gazing somewhere else.

“I’m serious, Daemon, I don’t want my sister to end up the same way Rhaenyra’s mother did” Elys steps closer to him, her finger at his chest before he takes a hold of her hand roughly, pulling her even closer to him.

“If your sister’s presence does not give me any satisfaction then I cannot promise anything” He says lowly against her ear as her breathing staggers.

“I only want whats best for Elaena, I truly do, I only want her to live a happy life and to be the mother of your children” Elys looks up at him, he scoffs at her words.

The proximity of their faces were barely an inch, she could feel his breath fanning over your face as she search his eyes. Watching how his gaze lowers from her irises to her lips makes her internally squirm.

She couldn’t stand how she wasn’t pushing away from his touch which clearly had an intention, one that would ruin you. Noticing how Elys wasn’t pulling away he lowers his head, his eyes flickering between her left and right eye.

The girl hesitantly places both hands on his chest as his arm snakes around her waist for support. The simple hand placement to Daemon was like a green light, his lips smashing against hers in a hot, passionate kiss.

Their tongues fought for dominance before Elys falters as he explores her mouth. Moving her hands up to the back of his neck, Elys plays with his hair before giving it a light pull making him ever so slightly pull back.

“If you care about your sister, then why aren’t you telling me to stop” His words linger in the youngers’ head, his gaze darkening as he watches her open her mouth to speak.

“Because I am selfish” Elys whispers before grabbing the back of his hand to pull him in again. A moan eliciting her lips, she could feel the corner of his lips rising.

Elys truly meant what she said to the Prince. She were selfish, she wanted Daemon to herself. Daemon and Elys were similar in some ways, more than your sister.

Elaena was obedient who was taught growing up to keep her mouth shut and obey without any questions. Only knowing Daemon for some hours, Elys could tell that the two of them would clash.

Daemon is known for making irrational choices, he’s ruthless and doesn’t care if his hands get messy. Speaking plainly, Elys’ sister would not last a day with Daemon, let alone their wedding night.

Elaena is Elys’ older sister, her blood, but anyone could tell from miles away that she’s just a fragile girl, an easy target for Daemon Targaryen.

“Follow me,” His lips leaves Elys’ plump ones as he pulls her with him. Still out of breath from the previous make out session, Daemon leads her into an unknown building down the alley from the brothel.

“My prince,” The man by the door bows his head, his gold cloak noticeable under the moonlight. Daemon opens the door as he leads the brunette up to a room.

Once Elys stood inside, he immediately pushes her body up against the door. He began to place hungry kisses down her neck making her let out a soft moan.

“W-why did you take me here” Elys breathlessly let out. She honestly couldn’t care less if the two fucked at the brothel, the thoughts of being ratted out to her father were both thrilling and exciting.

“I can be a gentleman you know, I want you to be comfortable” He says in between kisses as he gazes up at her. Smiling, she tucks his hair behind his ear before pulling him up to her face.

“Fuck me” Elys whispers lowly as he smirks. Without uttering another word, his lips start assaulting her once again, his hands moving to her back to skilfully undo the laces of her dress.

Letting the dress fall down, Daemon’s eyes focus on her body as she steps out of it. “You’re fucking perfect” He shakes his head in disbelief , his hands massaging your hips as Elys smiles up at him.

“Jump” He commands as she does so, his large hands now resting on her ass as he moves to the bed in the corner of the room. Letting Elys’ body drop on the bed, she leans back on your elbows as her eyes darkens.

He starts removing his items of clothing before standing bare infront of her. Elys bit her lips as her eyes wandered down his body, taking notice of his scars from battles.

Daemon climbed on top of her as he starts sucking on her nipple, his other hand playing with the other. “Oh my god” Elys moans, her head thrown back at the sensation.

He removes his mouth before blowing on her sensitive nipple making her shiver. His lips started making their way down the valley of her boobs, his eyes still fixated on her.

Elys’ patience was getting tested so she grabbed his chin to pause his actions, “Daemon, now” She assertively say as he grins, “So fucking impatient, I love it” He kisses her lower abdomen, inches away from her throbbing heat.

He teased her entrance with his tip, “Daemon” She whines, frustrated by the teasing. A short chuckle leaves his mouth before he pushes his erection inside of her without warning.

Elys screamed his name as he doesn’t let her adjust to him, soon enough the slight pain started to ease as waves of pleasure come through.

Moaning his name in his ear as he grunts in her neck, her hands come to his back as she starts scratching his skin from the pleasure he was giving her. Elys could feel his tip repeatedly against your g-spot.

“Qogralbar” He moans, she pulls him closer to her, the bed creaking underneath her at each thrust. “Ao feel sīr sȳz” the high valyrian words rolled hotly on her neck as she places kisses on his shoulder. (fuck) (you feel so good)

“I’m gonna cum-“ “Do it, fucking do it Elys” He says loudly as she felt her knot unraveling, he fucks her through her high before his came soon after. Both out of breath, he rolls next to Elys.

She leans her head against his chest that rapidly moved up and down. “The maesters will prepare you moon tea once we go back” He says quietly, his finger tracing random shapes on the girl’s thigh.

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“Elys!” Elaena stands up from her seat at the table as the younger smiles giving her a hug, “Your graces,” she curtsies at Viserys, Rhaenyra and Alicent as they nod in acknowledgment.

“Where have you been at this hour?” Her sister questions as she takes a seat, Rhaenyra watching her. “I was uh- training” Elys sheepishly say as Elaena’s mouth forms an ‘o’.

“You really should stop training Elys, what if you injure yourself” She says, placing her hand on her shoulder. It felt so wrong thinking about how Elys fucked her soon to be husband just a few minutes ago.

Glancing at her hand, she takes her hand off of her to hold in her lap. “I can manage sister” She says to her as she frowns. Before she could reply, the door opens revealing Daemon.

He walks in with confidence as a smirk rests itself on his face. Rhaenyra watches her uncles as he takes a quick glance at Elys who looks down almost immediately.

Rhaenyra wasn’t stupid, she knew what had happened, so she stayed quiet knowing not to put herself into other people’s business.

“And where have you been brother?” King Viserys raises an eyebrow at his younger brother who pulls the chair out next to Elaena, Elys on the other side.

“Out” He simply says without elaborating. Elaena looks at Daemon as the prince keeps his eyes infront of him, his finger tapping the table.

Awkward silence lingered in the room, it was unbearable before you decide to break it. “I will take my leave, good night” Elys says as she stands up.

Making eye contact with Rhaenyra made Elys pause. She knew. Of course she did, she was smart. She ever so slightly shook her head as Rhaenyra smiles, a confirmation that she wouldn’t utter anything to anyone.

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CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This was my favourite part to write. I love Diana and Lucas scenes.

Word Count: 2917

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PROLOGUE || PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

Barb drops me home after school. I decide to study for Kaminsky’s test on my own. If I need help, I’ll call Barb. I open my front door, slipping my loafers off my feet. 

“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” I call out, closing the front door behind me. 

I take off my coat, hanging it on the coat hanger and pad down the foyer pass the sitting room towards the living room. Our home is open concept painted in muted colours of white and beige. On the light grey couch Erica is sitting watching television while playing with her dolls. 

“Hey monster,” I greet, kissing the top of her head. “Where’s mom and dad?” 

“They went to the supermarket; said they’ll be back in an hour.” She replies, looking at her dolls. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Nancy’s?” 

“Change of plans.” 

“Is it because of Will?” 

I frown shaking my head. “No, why would it be?

“I overheard Mom talking to Miss Byers on the phone. Miss Byers says Will is missing.” 

I flinch, my heart plummeting to my stomach. I grip the back of the couch. “What?” I exclaim. “Didn’t the boys all leave Mike’s at the same time?”

Erica shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

“Where’s Lucas?” 

 “In his room.” 

I run up the stairs to his room finding the door closed. My heart flutters in my chest. A closed door is a bad sign. Lucas rarely kept his door closed. I gently knock.

“I said leave me alone, Erica!” Lucas snaps. 

 “It’s me,” I say, calmly. “Can I come in?” 

Lucas doesn’t respond.  A sudden stab of anxiety is in my gut and I rock back and forth on my feet. I understand Lucas not wanting to talk to Erica. She was eight and annoyed him to no end, but me? I can’t wait any longer and raise my hand to knock again when I hear the faintest ‘yes’ from the other side. I sigh in relief, scared of Lucas shutting me out and open the door. 

I poke my head in first, just to make sure I heard him properly. Lucas lay on his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling. He doesn’t flinch or twitch at my presence so I open the door wider, letting myself in before closing it shut behind me. Lucas kept a clean room. All of us did, not like we had much of a choice. Dad was serving in the Vietnam War when he met Mom and brought with him all his military training and customs when they decided to marry and raise a family together. I gradually extend my leg tendu devant, looking at the arch in my foot before relaxing it. 

For the first time ever, the room feels cold. Lucas still hasn’t moved from his bed or even acknowledged me and it worries me. I stroll to the bed, climbing on top and lie down beside him staring up at the ceiling. Even lying beside my little brother, I feel like I am miles away from him. I don’t know what to say. I never understood how Nancy and Mike could go hours without talking to each other in their house. It was like they lived separate lives. Not here. I want to be a part of Lucas and Erica’s lives. I want both of them to know they can talk to me about anything. I’ll always listen even if I don’t understand. 

I turn my head, gazing at Lucas. When I was three years old, I asked Santa for a little brother. Then Mom got pregnant with Lucas and I never stopped talking about it. I told anyone who would listen. Santa got me a little brother. When Mom and Dad brought Lucas home from the hospital, it was love at first sight. I knew from that moment on, I would do anything for him. Sometimes I think about Lucas and Erica growing up and get emotional. They were once so small and followed me everywhere. Now, they don’t care what I do. I miss the times when Mom would dress us three alike. It was ridiculous because I am four years older than Lucas and eight years older than Erica. I don’t know how Mom managed to get matching outfits in threes. I should ask her tonight at dinner. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lucas asks. 

“Because I love you,” I reply without thinking. 

“You’re freaking me out.” 

I smile, turning my head back to the ceiling. The room feels warm again, but my smile fades. I have to ask the one question a person did not want to be asked when something was clearly wrong. 

“Are you okay?” 

Lucas doesn’t respond right away. I push down the panic bubbling in my chest and rely heavily on patience. A few minutes pass before he shrugs his shoulders. I try again. 

“Erica told me about Will. Do you want to talk about it?” 

No answer again. My stomach shrivels and panic rises in my chest. I push myself up to sit leaning back against a pillow and cross my legs. On instinct, I point my toes. 

“Can you please talk to me?” 

Lucas closes his eyes and I let out a deep sigh accepting defeat. I desperately want to know what he is thinking and feeling, but maybe now isn’t the time. I shuffle to the edge of the bed. 

“Will didn’t show up to school today.” 

My heart leaps in my chest and I look back at Lucas. His eyes are open again but he is still looking up at the ceiling. I lean back on the pillow, not daring to say another word. Lucas wants me to listen, not talk. 

“I thought he would show at for AV club at least. Mr. Clarke got the Heath Kit Ham Shack I’ve been telling you about,” he sits up leaning against the other pillow, tucking his knees close to his chest. “It’s so cool. Mr. Clarke says we can communicate with people as far as Australia.” He gushes with a faint smile. My heart warms at the joy in his dark brown eyes. “Me, Mike, and Dustin were using the Heath Kit, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Will and what he would think about it, y’know?” 

“Then Principal Coleman came and asked to speak to all of us. Chief Hopper was outside the classroom looking at us and I knew it had to be about Will. We follow Principal Coleman to his office and then Chief Hopper starts asking us a bunch of questions about Will, but we haven’t seen him since last night.” 

“Questions like what?” I ask. Lucas looks at me for the first time since entering his room. 

“Like, when was the last time we saw him? How does he get home? We were all trying to explain to Chief Hopper that Will takes Mirkwood to go home.” 

I tilt my head to the side inquisitively. 

“It’s where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.” Lucas explains. “We could’ve shown him but he told us to go home after school. He won’t even let us help him look for Will!”

“You are helping Chief Hopper find will, Lucas. If you boys didn’t tell him how Will gets home, he wouldn’t have known where to look.”

Lucas disagrees with my reasoning, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. 

“No one in town even knows Will exists. Only we do.” Lucas spoke, expression full of disdain. “We know Will more than anyone here. It’s not fair for us to be stuck at home when he’s missing!” 

“I understand, but we don’t know what happened to Will. If he’s been kidnapped or if the person who took him is still out there. What if you go out there and something happens to you too?” 

“I have my wrist-rocket.” Lucas says matter-of-factly. 

My eyebrows go up at his response and I press my lips together to keep from laughing out loud. I know he isn’t kidding about the wrist-rocket and that’s what makes his answer so cute and endearing. I remember when Dad bought it for him and how against Mom was about it saying it was too dangerous for Lucas to have. Dad says the wrist-rocket is harmless, but I’ve seen Lucas practice with the sling-shot and it was far from harmless. 

“What’s so funny?” Lucas asks, squinting his eyes suspiciously. 

“Nothing is funny.” I reply, grinning as I slide down until my head touches the pillow. 

Lucas plops backwards onto the pillow with a ‘hmph’. I roll to my side facing him, knowing he was ignoring my stare again. Reaching out my hand, I poke his cheek with my finger. A faint smile appears on his pink lips and he rolls to his side, batting my hand away. I can see the sadness beneath his kind eyes and it makes my heart ache for him.  I know how much Will means to my brother and the boys. They were a unit. A family. I would be frustrated too if Nancy or Barbara went missing and I wasn’t allowed to help look for them. But I’m turning 16 and Lucas just turned 12. The risk of him endangering himself out there is far too great. 

Lucas shuffles closer, resting his forehead under my chin. On instinct, I wrap my arms around his back holding him close, drawing circles against his back. I close my eyes breathing in his scent. He smells of the outdoors and coconut oil. His shoulders relax beneath my fingers. Lucas would die if the boys knew he loves to cuddle. It’s something we did together often. On the couch, in our beds, on the floor. Sometimes Erica joins when she’s in the mood, but that was rare. We are quiet for a long moment enjoying each other’s company. 

“I think it’s best you stay inside and let Chief Hopper look for Will, okay?” I speak. “Wrist-rocket or not.” 

 Lucas sighs. “Okay.” 

 “We’re going to find Will. I promise.” 

Lucas doesn’t respond, instead he nuzzles against me. I peer over his shoulder at the window. I think about Jonathan and Miss Byers and can’t fathom to know how they must be feeling right now. Nothing ever happens in Hawkins. It’s a quiet suburban town outside the metropolis. People don’t go missing in Hawkins. Most of the town knew each other growing up or grew up together. It’s why Dad loves it here so much. Hawkins is safe. Peaceful. Unassuming. Everyone’s day starts and ends the same way every day. The disappearance of Will Byers frightens me for that reason. It doesn’t make sense for him to vanish on a route he took every day and if someone knew this and took Will…I shudder, pulling Lucas close. I can’t bear to think of someone doing that and hope Chief Hopper finds Will soon. 

Dinner was quiet tonight. No one brought up Will’s disappearance for the sake of Lucas, but it weighed down on all of us. Lucas went straight to his room closing the door behind him. 

“Give him space.” Dad said, looking down at Mom who looked like she was about to follow after him. 

That was over three hours ago. 

Heavy rain rattles the window and thunder booms and cracks in the sky. I rub my tired eyes reading through my cue cards. I made at least 50 cards to study from, each colour-coded according to chapter. I softly hum a sequence from the Swan Lake tape playing from my boom box and I glance at the clock at the corner of my night table. 10:13pm. I sit up in my bed twisting my body to the side to crack my back and slipped out of bed. 

Dad went to look for Will with the search party Chief Hopper gathered and came back about an hour ago. There was still no sign of him. I bend forward touching my hands to the floor and stretch out my hamstrings. Stretching calms me down. My anxiety is through the roof. The Nutcracker showcase, Kaminsky’s test, Will’s disappearance, and the emotional state of my brother, it all played out in a loop in my head. I lower to the floor and sit in a side straddle. While flexing my feet, I lie down on my stomach in a middle split and close my eyes. 

I breathe deeply, allowing my body to relax into the stretch. Despite everything being scrambled up in my brain, the one thought at the forefront is my brother. I feel for him. I feel with him. When we spoke in the afternoon, I saw the way his eyes lit up and how excited he was to see the Heath Kit Ham Shack. The way he immediately thought of Will…I open my eyes and sigh, swimming through the split until my feet are behind me. I know Dad said to give Lucas space and I honour his space, but that was three hours ago. I need to check on him. 

Mine and Erica’s rooms are across from Mom, Dad and Lucas’s rooms. I slowly open my door careful not to be loud. Mom and Dad are in their room watching the news in their room. I saunter across the hall to Lucas’s room and softly knock, waiting to be let in. Nothing. Maybe he’s sleeping. I turn the knob, carefully opening his door. The lights were off except for the bedside lamp. I frown at the lump under the covers. It’s too smooth. Lucas is a terrible sleeper; his bedsheet would’ve been halfway off his bed if he were really asleep. 

Unless.

No. He wouldn’t. Lucas is too smart to leave home at this night, especially in the middle of a storm. Checking to see if anyone was around, I tiptoe to his bed and peel off the covers. I freeze staring at the pillow posing as my brother. I want to scream. I want to call Mom and Dad. Instead, I count down from five in my head, willing my mind and body to relax and I pull the covers back over the pillow.   

This is so stupid, even for him. I am in the mudroom by the garage wearing a bright yellow raincoat, slipping on a pair of red rainboots. The moon shines bright, illuminating this side of the house. I stand up reaching for a long umbrella in the umbrella stand and a flashlight on the shelf. Lucas is just in the front yard, playing soccer. I lie to myself. I know I should get Mom and Dad, but with Will disappearing, I don’t want another unfortunate spectacle to happen in Hawkins. 

My senses heighten as I hear shuffling in the garage and I stand still in case my mind is playing tricks on me. The door to the mudroom opens and Lucas slowly enters, closing the door carefully behind him. Without thinking, I march towards him. 

“Lucas!” I whisper loudly. 

Lucas jumps in a startle and I cover his mouth before he has a chance to scream. Waking up the entire house is not part of my plan. Lucas’s eyes are wide and fearful. Upon realizing it’s only me, he sighs in relief. I remove my hand from his mouth pulling my hood off my head at the same time. I am so overcome with anger and relief; I don’t know whether to hug or hit him. 

“Were you outside this whole time?” I hiss, quietly. I don’t give him the chance to answer. “Where were you, Lucas? Please, please tell me you didn’t go out to look for Will on your own.” 

“I didn’t. I swear. I was with Dustin and Mike.” 

“Like that’s any better.” I retort. “You have got to be kidding me! Chief Hopper had a search party out looking for Will tonight, Lucas. Dad went!” 

“We can’t just stay here and do nothing. We had to look for him ourselves. Will protected the Party from the Demogorgon, we had to at least try to find him.” 

I shake my head trying to make sense of what he just said. Demogorgon? I don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“What are you even saying right now? Do you know what time it is?” I don’t give him time to answer again. “You’re lucky it’s me and not Mom and Dad or worse Erica finding you.”

“I know.” 

I put my hands on his damp shoulders. “Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I won’t.” 

I sigh in relief, unbuttoning my raincoat. At least I don’t have to go outside in the rain. Lucas shrugs off his backpack and unzips his jacket, hanging it on the hanger. He then takes off his muddy running shoes, hiding them and picks up his backpack. By then, I am already in my pyjamas. 

“Diana?” Lucas says. I turn around. “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?” he asks, eyes wary. 

 “No.” 

I know I should. But I won’t. Lucas is back in the house safe and sound. Mom and Dad don’t need to know what happened tonight. Lucas hugs me and I cringe, scrunching my nose. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Ew, you’re cold and wet.” I grimace. “You need to take a shower before you get sick.” 

Lucas laughs quietly and I can’t help my smile. Eventually I hug him back kissing the top of his head. He’s safe and sound. That’s all that matters.

CHAPTER 2: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

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[honney-pies]

Ma Cherie ❤︎₊ ⊹

Chapter vi: Absence

Pairing: Inuokku/ F! Reader

Summary: the loss of someone in your life can be hard to navigate around, even more so when a relationship had only recently blossomed.

Length: 3.09k

A/N: hey y’all, i know it’s been a long time since i posted and that partially because things kept on popping up and i kinda forgot this fic even existed lol. I’m really sorry guys, I know it’s a short chapter, but i’ve had a lot of stuff going on this week and was unable to really sit down and write. Luckily my finals are now officially over, so i’ll have more time to write. I’m currently writing the next chapter, so that’ll be out sooner rather than later—if I remember to post lol. also the start is kinda weird and repetitive, i didn’t really know how to start it and i felt bad for making y’all wait this long

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While it’s only been three months out of the eight scheduled months of Yuta’s time abroad, Toge is going insane. He misses Yuta’s warmth, his reassurance, love, and his ability to understand (Y/n) in ways that he is unable to — even after all these years. The two still text and FaceTime regularly, but it’s not the same. (Y/n) helps to ease the pain, but their relationship had been so new when he left, it pains them both. In the days before Yuta left, (Y/n) scheduled them full of random date ideas, but this did nothing to slow the flow of tears at the airport as Yuta left for Africa with Miguel. 

(Y/n), like her beloved, is losing her sanity. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Toge — she would’ve figured a way around the marriage if this wasn’t the case — but Yuta’s a breath of fresh air. A breath the young couple both desired and consumed to the fullest. 

The dynamic between the two hadn’t necessarily been awkward once Yuta left, but after spending nearly every waking moment with someone, the relationship molds itself to have the other in it all the time. Yuta leaving made them reform their relationship for the fifth time. At first it had been (Y/n)andtoge and yuta, then it became (Y/n)andtogeandyuta. It was still the three of them, but with newfound distance they had been unprepared for. 

One of the ways the trio compromised with the thousands of miles of useless space was many calls, texts, photos, and videos. This led to (Y/n) ‘asking’ her adoptive dad to upgrade her phone plan to accommodate the plethora of content growing in her phone. 

“Toru-nii, I changed my storage plan. I got 2TB.”

“What?” 

“It’s an extra forty dollars, so just a warning.” 

“… Okay?” 

“You’re paying for it.”

“When am I not paying for something?” 

“ ‘Kay, thanks!”

With the accompanying spare time of one less person to be with, (Y/n) has been filling her days evolving her cursed technique, working on her friendship with her older brother, preparing Megumi for the dorms-

“I’m an empty nester!”

“You’re literally my teacher.”

“(Y/n)-Chan and Megumi-Chan are abandoning me!” 

“We’re still seeing you everyday, Toru-nii.”

“Oh, I can still hear their voices haunting me. Dear Fates, what have I done to have been handed such a cruel deal in life?” (This can be applied to many situations in JJK, and frankly, it hurts).

Megumi grumbled before shuffling towards his warden, who’s on his knees in fake hysterics, and placed a gentle hand on Gojo’s head. No infinity stopping him. (Y/n) smiled softly and walked over to her small family. She wrapped her arms around her boys tightly.

-which has been fun. He got a room the hall over from his adoring, darling, dearest sister. However, this does little to thwart (Y/n) appearing at random. She felt it was her sisterly duty to materialize from thin air and either claim a spot in his room and play with his shikigami or would request his assistance. 

Toge and (Y/n) had more time together than they’ve had in a while, but that did little to squash the ache in their chest for the absence of Yuta. Their beds were bigger and colder. Their rooms were more barren, and their days more boring. There wasn’t anyone else besides the two of them for a long time then they found another, only for them to leave and it hurt far more than they anticipated. 

Toge and (Y/n) had been togeand(Y/n) for as long as they could remember; promised to each other at the ripe ages of three and four. Even though they never considered an addition to their love, Yuta wormed his way into their hearts and lives before leaving soon after. They didn’t know what to do, they didn’t know how to function. 

Yuta wasn’t there to hang out with Megumi and make (Y/n)’s heart soar beyond belief. Yuta wasn’t there to get the things that the two of them couldn’t reach because they were both fairly short. Yuta wasn’t there to help ease the pain of Toge’s sore throat. Yuta wasn’t there to help on the days where (Y/n) could hardly get out of bed, so wracked with guilt and despair that the very thought of leaving the world hidden away beneath her covers was impossible. 

Some times (Y/n)’s glad that he isn’t there, to be honest. She already feels bad enough that everyone has to see her on the days where everything is too much and she just wants to fade from this life and wait for the next one. After Yuta left, it got too much to handle. One less person to distract herself by giving every possible ounce of affection and adoration she could. (Y/n) tried to keep it to herself and deal with it in the early hours of the morning and the late hours of the night, but this did little to stop her melt down.

She became erratic during training, sloppy running drills, and has less self preservation. (Y/n) didn’t mean for any of this to happen, at least she doesn’t think so. She doesn’t want to die. She wants to grow all gross and wrinkly with her friends, family and lovers. She really does. However, in the hours where everything is still, in the hours where she has time to feel and remember, she can’t help but hurt. 

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One day on a job with Noritoshi, everything came to a head. She lost control for the first time in a very long time. Her older brother, who had never seen this happen, did the only thing he could and called his teacher. Utahime arrived to see the siblings covered in blood, all the curses had been slaughtered and laid dismembered around them. Noritoshi held his little sister as tightly as he could as she sat quietly. Utahime, who also had never seen the girl like this, did the only thing she could and called Gojo.

“Ah Utahime, to what do I owe the pleasure-“

“Kamo-san, she’s… she’s…” The rustling of fabric and small voices in protests could be heard on the other end.

“What about my daughter? Did she get hurt under your watch? Where are you?” Gojo’s voice becoming that of a stern one laced with desperation gave Utahime whiplash.

“She’s not hurt, in fact I don’t think anything even touched her-”

“Spit it out.”

“She’s dripping in blood and there’s carcasses scattered everywhere, Gojo. Is there something I need to know?”

“I will be there soon. Call me again if there are any spikes in cursed energy.” Before Utahime could respond, the line clicked and an annoying jingle could be heard. The teacher and student watched as (Y/n) slowly blinked and reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out her phone. 

Obviously it’s the one that came out just a few days ago, only the best for Gojo’s little girl. 

“Dad.” The two strained their ears to hear the other end of the conversation, the girl rarely refers to Gojo as her dad around others. 

“No, I’m not hurt.”

“No, it’s not my blood.”

“Yes, I’m with Nori-nii now.”  

“I’ll see you soon.” Utahime wondered just how often this child has seen tragedy befall others for her to still be able to converse while being so clearly not okay. It’s a thought that made her uncomfortable, so she removed it from her mind to contemplate at a later date.

Like so many others.

Gojo arrived soon after and strode straight towards (Y/n). Noritoshi hesitantly handed her to him. Gojo pulls her taught to his chest and cradles her as he used to when they were younger. A time that felt so long ago. (Y/n) curled her hand into his clothes and cried. This made even more weight fall heavily on Satoru’s heart. 

((Y/n) is a girl who cries often, this is true. She cries when: she watches a sad movie or show, when she reads a sad book, when she sees something adorable, when she’s angry, when she laughs hard enough, when she’s on her period, and occasionally when she shits. Despite this, she doesn’t typically cry when others think she should. (Y/n) has days where most can predict her tears, and most of the time they’re correct, but those are only a handful of days. Her family and friends have familiarized themselves with these dates and plan everything they can around it. She cries on her birthday, Christmas Eve, mid November, and her fallen loved one’s death days. Unfortunately, (Y/n) will soon not know life without tear stained cheeks and red eyes. She will survive, for better or for worse we do not know, but not without a trail of immense pain that will try to drown her at every turn). 

“My sweet, baby girl. You’re safe. I’m here,” he murmurs softly for (Y/n)’s ears only. However, the silence that surrounds them allows the others to hear. Noritoshi feels slightly envious that (Y/n)’s father is so warm. He quickly banishes the thought, remembering some of the things she has had to endure to get the loving family she so rightfully deserves.

Satoru slowly turned and began to walk, not before turning back into his ‘strongest’ facade and looking at the other two. 

“I don’t need to worry about a report on this.” This is not a question, nor is it a request. He stated it as an absolute, an indisputable fact such as the sky being blue or him being able to kill them without so much as lifting an arm. Utahime nodded quickly, so Noritoshi followed suit. 

The father and daughter make their exit, letting Utahime finally ask questions. 

“(Y/n) is in so much pain and I don’t think I will ever know just how deeply she has been hurting.”

This was the only information Noritoshi was willing to divulge to his elder. Utahime pats her student on the back, sighing, before getting back up.

“We will not breathe a word of this to anyone, not even your classmates or your father. Do you understand?” Noritoshi nodded his head.

“Yes, sensei.” 

(Y/n) had spent the remainder of the day at home, in the luxurious penthouse Gojo had bought for their growing family. Her room, like the one at school, is covered with many different things. The only difference is that these things are far more personal and bittersweet than the ones at her dorm. Mementos of special occasions and intimate reminders of those she lost. It even smells of the past, of a time where all she knew was her mothers death, Suguru’s downfall, and the warmth of those close to her.

Rumor has it that Miguel spent hours either restraining or pleading Yuta to stay with him in Africa rather than be at his girlfriend's side. Toge is the person who ultimately convinced him to not come home. As much as he wanted him to, it would have only led to an extension of his time abroad. 

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It’s not a very apparent thing, her pain. Only to those who know her well enough. So when she, and the rest of her classmates, gets summoned away for a mission and leaves her brother on his own, she’s fine. However, when she gets a call where all she can hear is her little brother wracked with sobs, she is far from okay. Her first thought is that Satoru is dead, which is quickly proven wrong when Ijichi pulls up with a message from him. She rushes to pile her necessities from the hotel which they were staying at and hurriedly gives her friends a goodbye and Toge a kiss on the cheek. Maki wouldn’t let her leave until she promised to give her a text when she got back to school and another text later that night. 

Megumi, to put it gently, is a complete and utter wreck. He has snot dripping down his nose onto, and most likely into, his mouth. His eyes are puffy and his soft, porcelain skin has become red. (Y/n) desperately wants to whip out her phone and take a picture in order to blackmail him at a later date, but her first priority is to make sure her brother is okay, which he clearly isn’t. 

“ ‘Gumi-” He practically launches himself through the air and into his big sister’s arms, seeking any comfort he can. 

“He-he’s gone, nee-san! He’s gone!” (Y/n)’s brows furrow. “Who’s gone, ‘gumi?”

“Itadori!” (Y/n)’s eyes widen slightly, she has heard of the boy and how remarkable he is from her dad and brother. She didn’t think that Sukuna would have let his vessel die so soon, but she pushes the logic away from her mind for the moment. Megumi comes first, all else comes second. 

“Oh, ‘gumi.” Megumi’s voice cracks repeatedly as his cries become louder. They might have only known each other for a small period of time, but Itadori clearly made a long lasting impression on her brother. 

“He left me, (Y/n)!” (Y/n)'s heart aches with the remnants of her brother’s. She cradles him in her arms through the tears, even when he tires himself out from crying. Satoru arrives later in the night, noticeably distraught. He watches silently from the entrance of the room as (Y/n) and Megumi curl tightly around each other in his room. Satoru gently closes the door behind him and slips off his shoes, moving quietly towards the bed, wiggling his way behind his kids. He moves them closer to him and holds them tightly to his body. 

The next day, after a little bit more crying, (Y/n) is introduced to Kugisaki Nobara, a sweet, headstrong girl. The two get along splendidly and the older of the two listens dutifully as Nobara speaks of Itadori. Even though she calls him an idiot, moron, and dumbass, (Y/n) knows that his death has rocked her deeply. 

Later she questions Satoru about the incident, and his answers are vague at best. 

“You’ll be very upset with me when you find out the truth.” (Y/n) sighs before placing a hand on his arm. 

“You’re our dad, so I trust you blindly, but please think of Megumi in your choices.” Satoru has a solemn look on his face when she says this.

“I’m doing the smartest thing I can, I’m trying to keep everyone safe.” (Y/n) hums softly.

“So he is alive?” Satoru looks at his daughter, a slight twitch in his expression is all it takes for (Y/n) to know she’s correct. Sometimes Satoru can forget just how brilliant his daughter is.

“If you think it’s best to keep it quiet, I’ll follow your lead, but if I find out otherwise I’m telling them.” He nods. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Two days later, The other second years make the journey home while (Y/n) is in a meeting with the higher ups. An awful, boring, useless meeting. They desire to make  her feel small and worthless, and above all else try to make her feel weak and (Y/n) hates feeling weak. She knows full well she can kill them. She knows her place above them, Satoru and Suguru had made sure of it, but that does little to help her when all they do is berate her and piss her off. 

“For the last time, I don’t know anything about the circumstances of Itadori Yuji’s death, I can only assume it was during a mission. No, I have never met him. All second years have been on a mission for the past couple of weeks. Yes, I arrived home earlier than my peers to comfort Fushiguro after receiving news of his state. Should I find out that you had a hand in the death of an innocent child and our only way of stopping Sukuna, I will gladly let you know of my stance on the matter. However, I can save you the time and remind you who raised me. Now, I excuse myself from this unnecessary meeting.” Gojo is, of course, right outside the door when she steps out. 

“That’s my girl.” (Y/n) smiles at him and walks with him to the car. The two play hand games in the back seat and make their way towards the school. When (Y/n) steps out of the car, she looks at Gojo to follow, but he doesn’t exit. 

“I have a job, but I’ll come see you when I’m done. Keep an eye on Megumi?” (Y/n) frowns, but nods nonetheless. “Of course.”

She closes the car door with a slightly harder than necessary shove and walks up the stairs towards the entrance of the school. 

“Wait… someone did die?” (Y/n) immediately recognizes her best friend's voice and hurriedly walks over. 

“I told you in my text, or did you not read it?” Maki looks over her shoulder and rests her arm on (Y/n). “I skimmed it.” (Y/n) scoffs, “Rude.” Maki shoves her playfully.

“Kam-“

“(Y/n)”

“(Y/n)-san, are you friends with this girl?” (Y/n) looks at Nobara and nods. 

“They’re my classmates. Don’t mind Maki, she didn’t mean to appear insensitive. Well at least, I don’t think she meant to.” Maki swats at the girl. She feels her fiancé’s hand intertwining itself with her own and she can’t help but smile. Nobara clearly sees this exchange due to the now grossed out expression on her face. (Y/n) just smiles sweetly at her and can hear Megumi gag faintly. She subtly sticks her tongue at the demon spawn. 

In the future, (Y/n) will look back on this memory with fondness. In the future she will weep at the thought of how her brother once was and the fading remnants of Megumi in her mind. She will mourn her short lived friends, the impact they had on her with the small amount of time she had with them. She will think of the plethora of ‘what ifs’ that continuously plague her mind. (Y/n) will remember the final moments of her childhood and innocence with that lingering bitterness that follows nostalgia. 

In the future (Y/n) will have one single wish of having that Time Turner from Harry Potter her Suguru would read to her as a small child.

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Tysm for reading and i hoped you liked it! The next chapter, phosphenes, will be posted eventually. As always, this is crossposted on ao3 and nothing else. Please let me know if y’all find this somewhere else!

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An excerpt from this chapter of 1950: It's Alice's first time going to school and Emmett is determined to prank her. Edward POV.

Alice's prediction that we were going to high school was, unfortunately, correct. Jasper knew how eager she was to begin going to school with the rest of us, and soon persuaded her that he would be just fine at home with Esme. Carlisle had gotten his coveted research position, but would still be working nights as often as he could manage, so he would also be home in the daytime occasionally.

Rosalie was a little disappointed about not going to college this time around, but she also wanted to be there for Alice's first time. And we all agreed that it should be high school, not college; less sun, a more predictable schedule, and plenty of opportunity for her siblings to remind her to act human. So for the first time ever, there would be four Cullens enrolling all at once— though not as Cullens. We were all Smiths this time around… just in case Jasper had another accident.

"I guess the Hale twins will have to wait," Rosalie sighed as we all sat together in our new living room, filling out our enrollment paperwork. We had found an old fixer-upper smack in the middle of nowhere, a mere fifteen miles from the park. It had a two-mile-long driveway, and the best part: the brief run to the park didn't cross any roads or go near any human settlements. Perfect.

"Let the McCarty twins have a turn, then," Alice said, winking up at Emmett.

I snorted. "It's still a dumb idea. Nobody's going to believe that you two are twins."

"I don't know," Carlisle mused, trying various possible combinations out in his head. "Maybe not twins, but how about biological brother and sister, with Emmett being a year older? And I suppose you could use McCarty if you like; we're a long way from Tennessee."

Alice and Emmett shared a high-five. "What about you two?" Emmett asked Rosalie and me.

"I could be Esme's younger brother again," I offered. "That would help break up the—" Esme cut me off, appearing beside me and kissing me on the cheek.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," she said, slipping her arm through mine. "Just like old times."

"I'll be Rosalie Smith, adopted at age six as usual," Rosalie decided. "Though I want to be the same grade as Emmett this time."

"I'll start as a freshman so I can keep an eye on Alice, and you two can be sophomores," I said reluctantly. "That'll give us the longest possible stay."

"Isn't this exciting?!" Alice squealed, filling out her form at lightning speed and dancing through her visions as she wrote. "I've never been to school before!"

"And you won't be there long, if you don't remember to act human," I warned her. "Starting with your writing speed."

"And walking speed," Rosalie added.

"Even I can tell that you talk too fast," Jasper said. "Slow it down a little."

"And do try not to answer people's questions before they ask them," Esme suggested gently.

"And remember to blink sometimes," Carlisle reminded her. "Shift your position now and then, so you don't look like a statue. And it always helps to—"

"Hey, everyone back off!" Emmett ordered, wrapping a huge arm around a pouting Alice. "I can take care of my little sister without you lot barking orders at her."

"Thank you," Alice said indignantly, tossing her head like Rosalie—though it didn't quite have the same effect, since her hair couldn't flip over her shoulder. Emmett squeezed her shoulders hard, thinking how nice it was to finally have a sister in the cover story.

This is going to be so awesome, he thought, grinning down at her. Let Operation Prank-the-Little-Sister begin!

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The school, like the town, was under construction to accommodate the surge in population. There were two other sets of siblings that were new to the school the same week we started, and a good thing, too; with all the construction going on, a few of our classes were out in trailers and the sun seem determined to ruin our first day. Anything that diluted the attention of our peers was welcome.

Alice and I were late to our first class, which was English. The teacher gave us a sharp look as we slipped into two of the empty seats, trying not to draw attention. Which was impossible, because Alice had dressed up for her first day in something she called a poodle skirt, which she had ginsisted everyone else would be wearing. But her visions must have been skipping ahead, because nobody else was wearing one. All the girls near Alice's seat immediately began whispering behind their hands about the strange new girl.

"Slouch a little," I whispered behind my own hand. Alice was looking a little too enthusiastic, especially for first period. She carefully bent forward over her desk, arranging her posture and hands to match those of the students near her. The other girls continued to gossip about her, but that only fueled her excitement; if she had missed the mark in terms of fitting in, well, then she would just have to set a new trend for high school fashion.

I made a mental note to lecture her later about the need to not attract attention. But it turned out all right; by the time the first hour was over, several of the girls had decided to try and find a skirt just like Alice McCarty's. At least she had taken Esme's advice and used some of my old pomade to smooth down her hair into a respectable arrangement.

As the bell rang to end the period, the teacher shouted over its clamor. "One more thing, class! Here's a new book for you all to begin reading tonight. I think you'll all enjoy this one."

"Romeo and Juliet," Alice read aloud, flipping to read the summary on the back. "Ooh, a romance! Have you read this one before, Edward?"

"Only six times," I sighed, staring morosely at the book in my hands. I had agreed to go to high school for Alice's sake, but I was just beginning to remember why I hated it. Earlier this year, I had been a prestigious medical student. Now I was fifteen again, with half-grown girls batting their eyelashes at me. I had to ask permission to use the restroom, for heaven's sake. Not that I needed to, but still. And was it really necessary for every high school English class in the entire North American continent to read Romeo and Juliet?

On the other hand, there was something rather nice about being a carefree adolescent again. Our stay in New England had brought some pleasant memories: my first try at medical school, the addition of Alice and Jasper into our family... but also some painful ones. As I had said to Rosalie, this was the beauty of being immortal: every few years, we were given a chance to move on... to make a new start.

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We met up with Rosalie and Emmett at lunch. Rosalie was enjoying her usual initial fame, leaving a line of gaping boys everywhere she walked. Emmett enjoyed the attention she was getting almost as much as she did; he was determined not to touch her for at least a week so the other boys would think they had a chance.

"That's just wrong, Emmett," I whispered from my spot in line behind him. "Kiss her and put them out of their misery."

"No, it's more fun this way!" he insisted. "And this way, I get babes staring at me too. Don't tell me you don't enjoy that at least a little."

"That's easy for you to say," I muttered. "You don't have to hear their thoughts. Do you have any idea what sixteen-year-old girls are capable of thinking these days?"

"So pretend you're going steady with Alice."

I snorted, grabbing a tray. "Somehow, I don't think Jasper would appreciate that."

He shrugged. "Whatever. Oh! Here she comes. Hey, sis, over here!" Alice scampered over to join us in line, barely keeping to human speed.

"Hi, everyone! I was just exploring one of the restrooms. Did you know they have mirrors that are five feet wide?!"

Haha! Watch this, Eddie… "All right, let big brother show you how it's done," he said grandly, handing Alice a tray. He dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "Now, the trick is to find the food that has the blandest scent. That way it doesn't taste so bad."

Alice grimaced, surveying the putrid choices in front of her. "But I thought… I didn't know you really ate it."

"Not in college," he said wistfully. "But in high school, they notice if you don't. Especially on the first day. I mean, a few bites is usually enough…" Come on, Eddie, back me up!

I rolled my eyes, but played along. I was her brother too, after all, and this was our only chance to pull one over on her. "Bread is good," I added, selecting a dinner roll and slapping it down on Alice's tray. "Nice and dry. Don't let them give you any butter. Vegetables are a good choice, too. Very natural."

"No!" Emmett whispered excitedly. "Meat. It tastes the closest to blood. Trust me." Alice reluctantly held her tray out, her nose wrinkling as the lunch lady plopped a serving of some wretched meat dish on her plate.

"Alright, now you have to get dessert," Emmett instructed. "It's standard high school procedure to leave most of the real food and eat all the dessert." Alice frowned again but reached for a danish. "No!" Emmett sighed, shoving her hand away. "You're a girl. Girls eat chocolate." He grabbed a dish overflowing with chocolate mousse and put it on her tray. "And milk. Also relatively painless to get down—I mean, we drink animals' bodily fluids all the time, right?"

"But—"

"That's good," he pronounced. He paid for all three of us. We made our way to an empty table and were soon joined by Rosalie.

She frowned, looking at Alice's loaded tray. "What—" Emmett made a cutting motion, and she sat down, rolling her eyes. Emmett began fiddling with his lunch, waiting to see what Alice would take a bite of first. She finally scooped her fork into the meat mixture, which was already funny because she was holding the fork wrong. She raised the foul stuff toward her mouth, but promptly had a vision of Emmett roaring in laughter as she made a horrid face.

"Emmett McCarty!" she hissed. She lowered the fork back to her plate, finally noticing that the rest of us had made different selections, and gave our brother a withering look. He sighed in disappointment.

"Can't blame me for trying," he grumbled, lifting his unopened pint of milk to his lips.

We spent the rest of the lunch teaching Alice all of our strategies for pretend-eating and for making the food look like we had eaten a good half of it. She did try a tiny bite of mousse out of curiosity, and just to be a good sport, Emmett tried one too.

"Not as bad as I thought," he admitted, gouging a bigger spoonful out of the mousse and burying it in the depths of his salad. "Now. It's tradition for new students to stand up and introduce themselves to everyone during lunch because it's the only time we're all together. The girls usually do it, though… "

Alice looked around the lunchroom eagerly, wondering what some of her new peers were like. She pushed back her chair to stand up, but then foresaw a crowd of students staring at her in confusion. She scooted her chair back toward the table, glaring at Emmett.

"Man…" Stupid visions. I'll get her yet.

"Good luck with that, Emmett," I laughed, leaning back and tossing my napkin over my mangled food.

"All right, seriously," Rosalie murmured to me behind a chewing motion. "Any problems?"

I shook my head. "All clear."

"And how are you doing, Alice?" she asked, touching her throat discreetly.

"Fine," Alice chirped.

"Good. I'd like to stay here for a while, if everyone can behave themselves." Rosalie shot Emmett a threatening look.

"I don't know what you mean," he said innocently as he stood up to throw away his uneaten lunch. "Come on, Alice, we have a few minutes before the next period. I'll give you a tour of the bowling alley in the basement."

#Tale of Years teasers #Alice #Emmett #Cullens #Vampires in school #Fanfiction #For the younger crowd: the bowling alley/basement gag is a classic freshman prank from ye olden days

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Against All Odds (Joel Miller x reader) Prologue pt.3

Warnings: CT Violence

Word Count: 1359

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

This is the last part of the Prologue!!!!! So there will be a pretty big time jump in the next part.

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Yn was used to getting checked for infection. It was nothing new to her. She knew she wasn’t, but it always made her nervous watching her brothers and father get checked as well. She watched and held her breath as Scott got checked. Green. It turned green. 

“Breathe, kiddo. It’s okay.” He said, patting her back as they waited for Zeak and their dad to get checked as well. 

Once they were cleared they were led to some beat-up, old military vans to be transported. Yn tuned out the men barking orders around her. Scott helped her in and handed her her bag before climbing in behind her. 

“How long will this take?” She asked. 

“About 8 hours, give or take…” 

“That’s going to take forever.” She sighed. 

“You’ll be fine.” Scott reassured as their van pulled off. 

Yn and Zeak played a few rounds of ISpy, even getting Scott to play a few times before they got bored of that. She eventually got restless and decided it was time for a quick nap. So with her head resting on her brother she slowly slipped into a light sleep. 

When she woke up, the sun was setting. She looked all around trying to figure out where they were but most of the road signs along this highway had been overrun by the plants. Before she got the chance to ask though, she was cut off by the driver’s hand-held radio going off. 

“Hey, there’s a situation up here…” A voice on the other end said. 

“What’s going on? I got a van full of people I gotta drop off.” Their driver said, clearly annoyed. 

“Baltimore is gone…” 

Yn’s eyes went wide and she looked up at her brother. He knew this wasn’t good but wanted to find out more, so he held up a finger to his lips to tell her to stay quiet so he could listen. 

“What do you mean it’s gone? The QZ is in Baltimore… you can’t miss it. It didn’t just grow legs and walk away.” Their driver said. 

“Well, I see it. I also see hundreds of infected stumbling around it.” 

“Shit. Turn off your lights and drive out slowly. Don’t startle them, are they will swarm your van.” 

Yn’s chest felt tight as her heart began to race.

“Fuck. They’re coming! Turn around NOW!” 

The whole van fell silent as the screams of the people in the other van crackled through the speaker on the radio.

“We’re taking a detour.” Their driver said before making a sharp turn. 

He grabbed his radio, “Baltimore has fallen, I repeat, the Baltimore Quartine Zone has fallen. Change route to Boston. We should have enough fuel to get us to within 5 miles. Van 1 has been attacked.” 

Although she knew they were, Yn checked and made sure that both her brothers and Pa were all in the same van. 

“How long will it take to get to Boston?” Someone in the back of the van asked. 

“Another seven hours. So get comfy. We will drive through the night.” 

Since she had slept earlier, Yn wasn’t super tired. Instead, she passed the time thinking about what awaited her and her family in Baston. She figured she’d finish school while her brothers and Pa found work. What types of jobs did they have there? From what she knew every QZ did things a little differently. Who knows if she’d even go to school? As she’s gotten older she’s realized it was different now. 

Scott went to school when he was young with the plan of going to college. Now, colleges weren’t really a thing, so was there even a point? Maybe she could get a job… help provide for her family as well. 

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed up but eventually, she fell asleep. When she woke up this time it was to Scott nudging her awake. 

“Wake up kiddo. We gotta go.” He said. 

“Why?” 

“Just come on. Stay close.” He said, grabbing her bag from where it sat at her feet. 

He got out and then turned to help her. The man that had been driving turned to face them. Now he held a shotgun in his hand. 

“Stay close. We’re about two eight miles away from the outskirts of the QZ. Infected aren’t common here but they can be here. If you have anything you can use to defend yourself, I suggest you grab it now.” He said. 

Each of Yn’s brothers and their dad had their own gun. They were her dad’s from back in Texas that he grabbed when they fled the night of the outbreak. Yn didn’t have one, she was too young. She did however have the knife she used to cut down her brother after he had hung himself. Scott told her to keep that night and it’s never left her pocket since. She pulled it out and flipped the blade out, then she looked to Scott for his approval. 

He gave a small nod, “Be careful. Stay right beside me.” He instructed. 

They had made it about 6 miles. Two more to go. Nothing had happened and the closer they got, the least likely they were to run into something… right? 

Yn heard something and snapped her attention that way. In the trees, she swear she saw something. 

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked. 

“The trees.” She said, now standing still, watching for something to move. 

“Just keep walking.” Scott said. 

She turned back to the trail they were walking. She made it a few paces ahead before Scott was yelling at her to watch out. She turned her head just in time to see it as it took her to the ground. She held her hands out, keeping it from biting her. 

“Scott! Scott! Help! Help me! Please! Please help me!” She screamed, clearly struggling to keep it off of her. 

Scott reacted quickly, pulling out his pistol and shooting it in the head twice. As it went limp, Yn managed to push it off of her. She sat up and pushed herself back along to the ground until her back hit a stump. 

“Did she get bit?” The driver asked, coming over to them. 

“No, she didn’t. She’s okay.” Scott said, crouching down in front of her, “Are you okay?”

She shook her head as the tears fell from her eyes, making tracks in the dirt on her cheeks from where she had fallen. 

“Did it bite you? It’s okay, we’ll take care of it, make it all better if it did. We just need to know. Did it?” 

Again she shook her head. 

“Positive?” 

She nodded this time. 

“Good, come here.” Scott said opening his arms. 

Yn launched herself into his arms and cried into his shoulder. 

“Thank you.” She mumbled through her tears. 

Scott opted to just carry her the rest of the way, she was still clearly in shock. He handed his gun back to their father so he could hold her better. He carefully stepped over the infected person and continued on down the trail. 

When they made it into the QZ they were checked for infection once again. This time it was Scott who held his breath while he watched his little sister get checked. Green. Good. It was green. She was okay. 

They were given a small apartment to live in and were told they would have to start working within the next couple of days. Someone would come to show them where to go tomorrow morning. That night, after supper, Yn was laying down in bed. Scott was nearby, watching her, making sure she was okay. When she was attacked, it scared him. He couldn’t lose her. He kept her sane in this crazy world they lived in. He knew their dad held a lot of resentment toward her ever since Chris’s death. He knew their dad blamed her. But he didn’t, he never could. 

Ever since that night, he made a promise to himself that he would do everything in his power to protect his sister, and he’d be damned if he was going to break that promise. 

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Ghostflower week day 1

tags: @ghostflowerweek2023

summary: What if the conversation during the clocktower scene went a little differently?

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Gwen and Miles were both sitting at the Williamsburg Bank Building, talking after they hadn't seen each other for months. Miles then sat next to Gwen before she could start talking. “I mean, how many people can you talk to about this stuff?” She asked. “You don’t even know.” Miles responded. Gwen sighed, which Miles noticed. “What?” He asked.

“You’re the only friend I’ve ever really made after Peter died.” Gwen confessed. She thought she would never make new friends, that she could never move on, but she did. And she wasn’t exactly regretting it.

“Other than Hobie, right?”

“That’s different.” It was very different, to her. Hobie felt like an older brother to Gwen, Miles felt like something more than a friend. Someone she wanted to see more than a friend. Someone who she...was in love with.

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“I don’t know..” But Gwen did know, she just didn't want to admit it or say it.

“You and me, it’s…” Why couldn’t she just say it? Why couldn’t she just pour out all her feelings right now. She knew ways to word it, she just couldn’t do it.

“We’re…the same.”

Gwen looked at Miles with a somewhat confused expression. Did he see her the same way she does, or was this one-sided? “In the important ways.” Miles added, which caused Gwen to chuckle.

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.”

Miles’ eyes widened a bit. He didn’t expect Gwen to say something like that. He was wondering if she had the same feelings as he had. So he moved his hand closer to hers, which Gwen noticed.

“And in every other universe…”

Gwen didn’t want to finish her sentence. She knew the faith of Gwen Stacy. She falls in love, then falls to her death. She wants it to end well, for once. She wants to love someone without dying. 

“Miles, can I tell you something?” Gwen had to do it, this was the only chance she could tell Miles this. “Yeah sure. Go ahead.”

“Miles I…” Gwen felt a nervous feeling blossom inside her. She couldn’t keep these feelings and felt like Miles needed to know this. “Maybe in this universe, it can end well…” She thought to herself.

“When Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man, she falls to her death. That’s how the story is supposed to go…” Gwen stopped talking for a second, deciding whether or not she should do this. “But maybe in this universe, things are different.” She said, getting closer to Miles.

“Gwen, what are you-”

Before Miles had finished his sentence, Gwen had softly kissed him. Miles obviously didn’t see that one coming, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t mind it. In fact, he kissed her back, which was something Gwen didn’t expect.

Gwen eventually pulled away. “So Gwen, what does this mean?” Miles asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious yet. “I… I love you, Miles.” Gwen said softly, feeling a slight blush appear on her face.

“I love you too, Gwen.”

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The Last Days of Summer VII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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The later half of the humid, North Carolina evening was spent with Londyn, once again. Her parents were away on the mainland to visit her older brother, leaving her home alone. She hates when they go but refuses to leave the island if I can’t come with her.

Sometimes I wonder if she has some serious codependency issues, her blatant refusal to go anywhere if we aren’t attached at the hip worries me deeply. 

However, I don’t think about it tonight, needing a distraction from the earlier events of today.

“It’s not that I can’t leave the island, I just don’t want to.” She refutes, flopping down dramatically onto the bed next to me. “I’d be bored and lonely and hanging out with old people all day. Plus, you’d miss me too much and would probably die without me.”

“That’s what phone calls are for.” I chuckle. 

“But it’s not the same!” She whines, rolling over to lie on my back. “I need to be in a ten-mile radius of you or else my body starts slowly shutting down.”

“You are such a drama queen.” 

The two of us go down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. The taller girl watches the popcorn in the microwave closely as I stare out the large windows behind the sink. Suddenly I hear sirens in the distance, and only a few moments later a bunch of police cars speed down the road. 

I hum in curiosity, not thinking anything of the situation. That is until my friend says something that makes my heart drop.

“Oh my God!” Londyn says, stopping the microwave before rushing up to me. “Kelce just texted me. He said he found John B in his house!”

“What?” I say, standing so fast that the stool I was seated on almost topples over.

“Yeah, the police are on their way there right now.”

“John Booker Routledge? That John B?” She nods. “Shit.”

I rush out of the house, Londyn hot on my tail as I grab one of the bikes in her garage. She does the same, the two of us hauling ass to their location. I spot the red and blue lights of police cars in the distance after a few minutes, speeding up my pedaling as Londyn calls my name from behind me. 

My thighs burn, legs wobbly as I jump off my bike and run to the crowd with it in tow. I watch as the police run out of the house, saying something about a creek as they speed off in their cars. The crowd of Kooks follow, and so do I.

I stop abruptly before I get too far, wondering where John B could have possibly gone with the entire town looking for him. I search every corner of my mind, nothing surfacing. I ignore the sound of Londyn calling my name as I rake my brain as fast as I can.  That’s when I hear the sound of a bell, my ears perking up immediately.

The church.

John B took me there once when we were a few years younger. My brother doesn’t know this, and never will, but his dear friend was my first kiss. John B has an unreciprocated crush on me in middle school, right before I left for the kook academy. He took me into the woods one day, showing me the chapel when my brother was out with my dad working on something. 

It was something neither of us could tell the rest of the Pogues. JJ would tease him to no end, Kie would go on and on about “Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” and my brother would definitely kill him and lock me away in a tower.

I start pedaling my bike again, steering it in the direction of the rundown building. I see the tip of the cross in the distance amongst the green of the trees and speed up as much as I can on the dirt floor of the woods. My legs burn with exhaustion and my heart tightens with anxiety. I throw my bike onto the ground when I get close enough, running towards the church.

I don’t even notice the footsteps behind me, the sound hidden by the soft dirt beneath our feet.

“Woah, princess.” I hear, a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and stop me from going any further. “What do you think you’re doing out here?”

“Let go of me, Rafe!” I fight against his hold, arms held tightly against my chest by his.

“Hm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He tuts, leaning down to speak lowly into my ear. “I asked you what you’re doing out here.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, me?” He feigns innocence. “I’m just being a good citizen and helping get a criminal off the streets.” I hear the smile he has on his face and I shiver. 

“He’s not a criminal. He would never kill someone.” I say still pushing against his arms.

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do?”

“He’s not a murderer!” Blood rushes to my ears, the sound similar to that of white noise.

“Well then, who killed Pertekin?” I don’t answer, chest heaving as he speaks into my ear.

“He’s innocent, Rafe.”

“This is why I don’t want you near those Pogues, princess.” He tuts and shakes his head in disapproval. “First they corrupted my baby sister, now they’ve brainwashed you too. We just can’t have that, can we?”

“Nobody has ‘brainwashed me.’ You sound like a crazy person.” He chuckles darkly into my ear, the sound giving me goosebumps.

“If John B didn’t kill Peterkin, then why is he running? Hm? Are you calling my father a liar?”

“Because there’s a bounty on his head!” I don’t answer his second question because he wouldn’t like what I have to say. “You guys are chasing him down like a wild animal! Of course he’s running.”

“Well maybe that’s what he is. A fucking animal that needs to be put down.”

“Rafe, let me go.” I say, tears welling in my eyes ready to spill over. 

“I can’t do that.” He lifts his head away from my ear, motioning Kelce over to the two of us. “I need to make sure you’re safe and not getting into things you shouldn’t. It’s a dangerous place with killers on the loose.”

I start to smell smoke, the strong scent filling my nose causing my face to scrunch up in disgust. I look up in the direction of the church, watching as the wooden structure slowly lights up the dark woods. The building is slowly eaten away by fire, the orange-colored flames traveling up the base of the chapel.

“What did you do?” My voice is quiet, only loud enough for the boy next to my face to hear. He chuckles, grabbing my bicep firmly before dragging me toward the front of the church.

I hear the police pull up in the front of the old church, the mob close behind. My heart drops.

I fight against him but he doesn’t relent. I almost forget about my friend until I hear her voice speaking in a hushed tone, asking Kelce what’s going on. He tells her not to worry about it and she doesn’t push any further. The fire grows, the smoke thick in the air and flames flying out of the windows as they climb higher and higher.

“Behave yourself.” Rafe says when we reach the front, the gaggle of police and Figure 8 residents appearing before us. He lets go of my arm, opting for a firm arm around my waist.

“What are you kids doing out here?” Shoupe asks when he spots us, suspicion heavy in his tone.

“We found them walking through the woods, sir.” Rafe answers, his tone drenched in false worry. He looks down at me as he feigns a look of deep concern. “They had no idea there’s a murderer running around here. I would just hate myself if something terrible happened to them on our watch.”

“Okay, son.” Shoupe says nodding in understanding. “Hey, you’re Heyward’s girl, right?” The officer asks when he notices who I am.

“Yes sir.” I answer lowly.

“Your brother is friends with John B?” I nod. “You have any idea where he might be hiding?” Rafe digs his fingers into my side as a warning. I shake my head side to side.

“No sir.” I don’t look up at him, sight firmly set on my own shoes. “I don’t really know him very well.”

Shoupe stays silent for a moment and I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy on my frame. I look up finally, our eyes catching each other. I give him my best doe-eyed frightened look, trying my best to make him less suspicious of me.

“Alright. Officer Leon!” He calls out, motioning a large black man over to us. “Will you take these young ladies home?” The officer nods, prompting Londyn and I towards a car a few yards away.

I turn my head to face Rafe as I walk away and lock eyes with him. He looks at me smugly, waving before turning back to the burning building. My neck throbs, the phantom feeling of his hand wrapped around it returning as I get into the backseat of the patrol car.

“Shit, boy, get in the house!” I hear my father say, swiping at the gas canister Pope held in his hands.

My brother showed up this morning on a bike, his loud arrival waking me out of my not so peaceful slumber. I stumbled outside after a couple minutes, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Heyward beat me to it, already outside having a confrontation with his son.

“I’m walking out of here with these damn cans and you’re not getting in my way.” Pope states standing chest to chest with our dad. His face is hard, set firm in his decision to defy the man before him.

“Oh, I’m getting in your way.” Dad says, stepping closer to the boy. “And one day, you might be able to whoop my ass, but it ain’t today.” He pushes him back and Pope stumbles, dropping the cans.

Pope shoves him back, much harder than our dad did. The man stumbles back a few feet as well. The two of them start getting physical, pushing at each other in an attempt to prove their dominance. I almost go back inside, letting them work out their issues alone, but watching Pope land a fist on Heyward’s face stops me in my tracks.

“Pope! Dad! What the hell?” I yell, trying to get their attention. They ignore my voice.

“Oh, yeah! It’s gonna take a little more than that.” My father says as he gets in Pope’s face again. “Try again.”

Pope raises his fist, breathing heavily as he gears up to punch him again. He hesitates.

“C’mon. You wanna hit your daddy?” Dad taunts, encouraging him to land another one. “Try it again. You wanna hit me?”

Pope drops his fists and backs away, leaning down to place the gas canisters in his hands once again. He looks up at our dad angrily before speaking.

“I don’t have time for this, I gotta help my friend.” He storms off, leaving my father to stand alone. 

“Yeh, you just go ahead!” Heyward shots after him, following a bit behind. “Yeah, you take everything, son.”

Pope doesn’t look back, just keeps walking away without sparing my father a glance. 

He turns his head towards me for a brief moment, catching my eyes as I look at him disappointedly. There are tears in his eyes that he tries to fight back, ready to spill over onto his dirty face.

“You’re an ungrateful son of a bitch, Pope.” Is the last thing my dad says to him, leaving the both of us in silence as we watch him walk away.

Pope’s back gets smaller and smaller as he retreats back to wherever he came from. My own face is emotionless, eyes dry of tears and body still. 

A dangerously quiet rage fills my body as I stand outside with my father.

Angry with John B, angry with his friends. Angry at Pope for ditching his own family for days at a time like we mean nothing to him. Angry for making me have to console our mother when he vanishes without a word, trying to convince her that her son isn’t dead when I don’t even know myself. Angry with him for doing stupid shit that only lands him in trouble.

Angry with myself for still caring about what happens to him when he clearly doesn’t care himself.

“If your brother comes back here, don’t let him in.” My father instructs me as he walks into the shop. “He can sleep on the streets since he’d rather be there than home.”

My parents got a call later that night from the police informing them that they needed to pick up Pope. They almost had a heart attack, rushing out of the house before the officer could even hang up the phone. 

I was in my bedroom when they returned, the sound of the door opening and shutting the only indication that they arrived.

I rushed into the living room to spot a wet, disheveled Pope in a bloody t-shirt, his face drenched in rain and tears. I look between the three of them in confusion, the atmosphere of the home suddenly filled with despair and sadness. 

My dad walks up to me while our mom holds my brother in her arms tightly as he shakes with sobs.

“John B…didn’t make it.” He tells me sadly, his own face is tired and sad. I knit my eyebrows together, mind not allowing me to comprehend what I was just told.

“What do you mean he didn’t make it?” I ask, looking between my mom and dad once again. “Didn’t make it where?” My question is answered with a tense silence, dread filling my stomach as my heart drops to my feet. I swallow dryly, nodding my head as I walk back to my room. 

Shutting the door quietly, I slide down the wooden frame, body racked with silent sobs of my own.

I hear Pope enter his own room a few minutes later, door shutting loudly with a thud. I listen to his pained screams and sobs through the wall, heart tightening at the sound. 

I feel my brother’s grief in the air of the house, my parents speaking in hushed voices in the living room. I hear him destroying his room, throwing objects at the door and assaulting the walls with his body.

I am angry again. Angry for my brother. Angry for his friends. Angry for John B.

Eventually he stops, crying himself to sleep after being restless for hours. I didn't fall asleep that night, mind racing and stomach churning with grief.

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