#HE HELD ME IN HIS ARMS & HE TAUGHT ME TO STRONG HE TOLD ME WHEN HE'S GONE HERE'S WHAT U DO !!!!

[pyreshegone]

thinking about daddy lessons and livvy’s stranger things verse again,,

#' he held me in his arms. he taught me to be strong. he said when im gone here's what to do ' #BARKS #like for as much as vincent is a sweet angel of a man in most of his verses he's hardcore af in the st verse #i think livvy like five or six years old and him teaching her how to shoot at cans in the middle of nowhere bc he doesn't want her using her #powers to defend herself. that'd be a dead giveaway. he wants her safe #' with his gun and his head held high he told me not to cry ' #i just think that Them #ask to tag #gun ment cw

[dulcewrites]

Fool Me Once (part 4)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (wc: 4.5k)

Summary: Your paranoia spikes as the safety of your children is put into question. Familiar faces come to King’s Landing as the fight for power continues to grow.

A/N: When I posted the first part, I had no idea this would be the response i get, let alone that I would be making multiple parts. I’m so grateful for all the support I have gotten, and I hope to keep writing hotd stuff y’all enjoy. This part will span events that happened in ep 8 of the show. Ep 9 and 10 will be part 5 🫶🏽🫶🏽. Hope y’all like it, and PLEASE come talk to me. Love chatting about fmo

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You tried to make it to your chambers without disturbing the party. Your father seemed confused by you sudden departure after Jayne pulled you away from him.

Ser Quinton insisted going into the chambers before you. There was a sick part of you that hoped she was in there. Waiting for Aemond; or better yet, waiting for you. At least if you saw her, you would feel less… mad. The descent to insanity may be held off by finally putting a face to worst time of your life. You think about the knife trick Quinton had taught you, and if he was right when he said it led to a slow death.

Your bottom lip wobbles when you walk into the room and see red. Alaric’s cot is smeared with blood. Whoever did this did not go to his nursery, they came here knowing you also have a place for him when he is extra restless in the night.

Quinton gives you a look. He can tell you are about to panic and reaches out for your arm. Lord Larys stands there, a dubious look on his face.

“You know it is quite rude to leave you own party. Mother told me to come get you,” Aegon strolls in casually with a lazy smile, and goblet in his hand. His smile falters when he sees the blood and the look on your face. “Seven Hells.”

“We need to tell the Queen,” Quinton pipes up after a beat of silence.

Your mind strays to what Alicent could have said to her son. What Aemond could have said to Alys. The woman that have haunted your thoughts for moon now being in Red Keep… in the room where you rest your head.

You look down at the bloody box, your hands stained red. Time seems to slow down and speed up as you think of what to do.

“This is your house sigil,” you turn to Larys ignoring Quinton’s request. “She was here. That bastard witch was here. She touched my child’s things.”

There’s a vibrating anger that courses through your body. It was not good enough to have your husband, or carry his child. Now she must resort to messing your child, to trying to goad you into a something.

Well, if that is was she wants…

Lord Larys raises a single brow, looking at the box quizzically. A normally self assured and smarmy man just as put out as you. “Maybe we should follow Ser Quinton’s idea by telling Queen Alicent.”

“Tell me what? The feast is about to start.”

Alicent’s rich tone cut through the room, and the four of you turn towards the chamber doors.

“What is all of this,” she gets a familiar furrow in her brow when she sees the blood stained box in your hands. Her doe eyes going from you, to her son, to Quinton, then to Larys before landing on the bloodied cot near the bed.

Alicent rushes into the room, and over to you. You watch as her face falls when she sees Strong sigil edtched in the box and Alaric’s blanket.

“This does not make any sense,” she mutters, shaking her head.

Your eyes flicker quickly over to Aegon, who has an I told you so look on his face. It sets in that any possible reprimand that Alicent gave Aemond was also met with giving him a chance to repair the situation. He had a chance to make a choice, and still chose wrongs. Your imbecile husband.

It is almost a joke at this point. He must really enjoy making you look foolish. That is the only explanation. Before you ask Alicent what she said to him during their talk, a flash of silvery hair at the door catches your eye.

There had been times you thought about killing Aemond. A slip of poison in the goblet, or smothering him with a pillow. Even more lately since you two share a room again. Not ideas you were ever proud of, especially when you thought about your children not having their father in their lives. Living with the grief of a dead father the rest of their lives.

But there’s something about this moment that makes you think you and your kids would be just fine without him. Just fine away from all these people.

“What is going on,” Aemond cautiously walks in, clearly apprehensive of the collection of people in the room. “Your parents are asking for us.”

“Aemond, you should go ba-,” Alicent starts. She is using the voice you have heard her put on when speaking to members of court. Collected and stern.

“This is your fault,” your voice trounces out hers. You move past Alicent and throw the box at his feet. “Your whore left us a gift.”

Aemond leans down to look at Alaric’s blanket. His shoulders stiffening instantly when he sees the box. He looks over at his mother. You have learned that they have their own little language through looks. A connection that can only be expected through mother and child. It only infuriates you more.

“She would not do this.”

Aemond shakes his head in disbelief, and you throw your hands up in frustration. The blood from them now starting to stain your dress. Your favorite purple dress tainted.

“Is her cunt so magical that it is making you blind in both eyes,” you hiss. “She came into this room, and soaked your son’s blanket in blood. Gods know whose blood.”

“My wife-“

You hold a hand up to stop him.

“You have already shown you have no respect for me, but if you think I am going to let your love affair with her effect my children, you are more foolish than I thought.”

Your eyes drifts down the small dagger around his waist. One slit to the throat is all you need. There’s a strange sense of adrenaline that runs through you.

A blood lust.

“We need to all keep our composure, fighting will do no good,” Alicent steps in between you two. “…. And we must remember our stations.”

She eyes you when she says the last part of the sentence.

“Before we jump to any other conclusions, let’s get one of the maidservants to clean this room up, and I’ll see to it that extra guards are sent to all the living quarters. We will discuss how to go forward after the feast.”

Alicent grabs Aemond’s arm in an attempt to pull him out of the room. Your vision blurs with anger. Jump to conclusions? Playing coy and hurt has gotten you nowhere. Your mother was wrong all those years ago; keeping your head is not the always answer.

“That is not going to work my Queen,” Alicent turns back around with a frustrated look in her eyes. “This a threat towards Alaric. And your son’s disrespect of his marriage is directly responsible; what other conclusion is there?”

She sighs before walking back over to you. Alicent takes your hand softly and lays the other over yours.

“Sweetling, do not let jealousy cloud your judgment,” the sweet tone of her voice makes your throat tight. “Anger will not change what happened.”

There is something about the way she is looking at you that reminds of when you used to go hunting with your father. A hobby you hated, but were forced to do when you were younger. You are the doe or wild sheep being toyed with before being slaughtered. Made submissive once the chase is too much to bear.

She hopes you will eventually grow tired of running. That you will take each blow gracefully… Just like she has, just like is expected of a dutiful wife. Is that not what sacrifice is; to become a cold carcass for the dragons to feed on.

Even with people on your side in the room, you have never felt so alone.

“He’s your grandson,” there’s a desperation in your voice that makes you feel so small. Your eyes move past her to Aemond. “He is your blood.”

Your husband is the one that set this all into motion, and you still have to be the one the beg for sympathy. Sympathy for you, and for your children.

“You know I would not want anything to happen to him,” Aemond addressed you with a low voice. Alicent nods in agreement. You bite your tongue that you taste blood.

“Fine, if you both want to make this right, we can do this my way,” you return the farcical sweet voice.

Alicent’s brown eyes darken a bit. As if she knows where you are going with this. You let go of her hand to turn towards Ser Quinton and Lord Larys.

“I want her gone… permanently.”

Quinton’s eyes widen a bit. There had been hushed whispers in the past. Funnily enough, your chivalric knight had the same idea Aegon did. Kill her before it gets too far.

“Sweet daughter, you are not thinking clearly,” the desperation that was once in your voice has now transferred to Alicent’s.

“She made a threat against the son of a Prince of the Realm. That is treason, and calls for punishment.”

“That is enough,” Aemond raises his voice. An unwavering glare pointed on your direction. “This discussion is over.”

You stare in disbelief as he walks out the room. Alicent looks as if she wants to say something, but just sighs and follows her son out. Lord Larys does not even give you a glance as we walks by, trying to catch up to Alicent. Silence permeates in the room, as you stare at the door. Foolishly expecting one of them to turn back around.

“We can figure something out,” Aegon finally speaks up.

A lump grows in your throat. You look down at the dried blood on your hands and dress.

“Give me the room please,” you mutter to him and Quinton. Neither of them move. “I need to change. Just please go.”

Your voice cracks at the end. They both have seen you cry before, more times than you are proud of. But there is something different about this time. More painful; more humiliating. You do not want to be seen this way.

“I will be outside if you need me,” Quinton says softly.

When the door finally shuts, your legs give out from under you. A sob caught in your throat as you take in the room. Your watery eye land on the chest full of dresses. Some a deep red, others vivid green. Pristine and pressed.

Your life sullied… just like your favorite purple dress.

The feast goes as expected. People dote on Daella and Alaric. Aemond and Alicent keep their distance; Alicent spares you sympathetic glances when she thinks you are not looking. Your mother does not seem to pick up on your discomfort. Your father, on the other hand, continues to give you puzzled looks throughout. Especially when you came back in a different dress.

There was a rush of relief that follows when your father suggest the children visiting your home. Anything that gets you away from King’s Landing is welcomed. Even if it is for a short time.

Your worries seems to get push to the side when news of Lord Corlys Velaryons declining health hits the Red Keep. The Queen, who already spends her days caring for a sick king, must now concern herself with the issues that arise from a sick lord.

Daella and Alaric have not left you sight. Much to her surprise and enjoyment, you even joined Daella in the Dragonpit and in the library for her lessons. The constant vigilance extends to them coming with you to the Grand Sept.

Jayne keeping them company, and Quinton watching on as you kneel in front of the candles.

There is so much for you to pray for, you do not know where to begin. Before you eyes can flutter shut, a voice interrupts you.

“I was hoping to find you here,” the familiar deep timber of Lord Hightower’s voice.

He kneels beside you with a gruff groan. Otto Hightower is not a man you speak with often, and by choice. An intimating man through and through.

“I am glad to see you are well,” he starts blowing out one of the incense sticks. “Especially after what happened at the feast.”

As Hand of the King, and now acting in place of Viserys as his health declines, it should not surprise you he knows. It is his job to know everything, but mentions of your behavior still makes you shift nervously.

“It is a shamed. What bullishness can bring; Aemond has always been too proud for his own good, even when wrong.”

You furrow your eyes, and turn to look at him as he continues.

“You and your children are very important to this family, especially now,” he says softly.

He means your money is important to him. He means the fleet that sits on the outside west of Westeros is important to him.

“So, if you still want that problem taken care of permanently. There are those that would be happy to find her and do that.”

Talk of murder in the sept… the irony is not lost on you. Killing Alys means possibly murdering a child. It was one the reasons why you felt so guilty about what happened at the feast. Larys had told you sick rumors, one about what she does to her children. Though your expectation of her are low, you can not imagine even her doing such heinous things. Her state leaves you utterly confused.

Your silence seems to give him all the answers he needs.

“I will leave you to your prayers,” Otto starts to get up.

Alaric’s babbling grows as Daella rubs his head while Jayne holds him. Your babies.

You grab Otto’s hand before he can fully get up.

“After the deed is done, bury her near Harrenhal. Let her be on her ancestral home,” you say lowly, eyes trained on your children before flittering over to his.

Otto gives you a head and a smile before getting up.

Targaryens take care of their own. It is time you do the same. The Mother will understand.

Aemond is tense, even more than usual. At first you thought he knew. That maybe he could smell the anguish on you. The suspicions of him knowing about you giving his grandsire the go ahead diminished when you learned that Rhaenyra and her family were coming back to the Red Keep.

With the Driftmark claim up in the air, the castle is expecting many visitors.

A part of you can not blame Aemond for being on guard. The history between the other side of his family is bad for obvious reasons. There will also be a divide and uneasy feeling now.

It is the anxious feeling that washes over when you see Prince Daemon walking towards you. Instinctively clutch Alaric closer to you, bouncing him as he begins to fuss. With all the self-assurance in the world, there is something eye catching about the bravado Daemon Targaryen has. His confidence would be a trait you admired if it did not often go hand in hand with his arrogance.

The last time you saw the Prince was at your wedding. A surprise to everyone, especially Alicent and Viserys. The joy Viserys showed when seeing his brother dimmed when Daemon made it clear he was not staying afterwards. Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena, his daughters, sending well wishes and gorgeous jewelry. Pearls from the Driftmark Seas and rubies earrings that you are sure from Pentos. Your family frequented Pentos during the summers when you were younger, the three of you crossing paths briefly during that time.

His appearance at your wedding was a confusing to both Aemond and you, especially since he came alone. No Rhaenyra in sight. A crude choice on the princess’ part your mother remarked.

“Ah there is my niece and my grandnephew,” his smile is bright. Brighter than you expected considering why he is here, and the state his brother is in.

You were expecting a cold reception, one to the match the treatment they received. You exchanged a knowing look with Aegon when all of you were told not to greet them on their arrival.

A fake smile fights to replace the furrowed look on your face.

“Prince Daemon, I hope your trip from Dragonstone was well,” you catch how his eyes instantly go to Alaric in your arms. The Godswood is quiet except for you two, and the sound of chirping birds.

“Would have been smoother on dragon back,” he shrugs. “I am glad to see all is well.”

He holds his arms out expectedly. You blink at him, and his blinks back; realizing he is not one to back down, you gently hand over Alaric. Alaric tiny hand reaches out to touch the shiny material of Daemon’s coat.

Daemon resolves brightens even more when Alaric is placed in his arms. You know him and Rhaenyra have had children, with one on the way. You wonder if that positive disposition has been shown to Baela and Rhaena. Or even to Rhaenyra’s other children.

“He looks like his father,” he gives you a sly smile. This time you can not try to muster up a fake smile. “How is he, your husband?”

He is goading you. Even from the handful of times you have been around Daemon, you know he likes playing these games. Riddles and leg pulling; he likes knocking people on their asses. It is the warrior in him.

“He is doing well,” short and sweet, the best way to go you think. Daemon gives you smirk in return. As if in his head, he is laughing at a joke that you are clearly not in on. You tilt your head in confusion.

“That is good to hear,” he does nothing to squash the curious look on your face. The uneasiness comes back. Thankfully before it can go any further, Helaena calls your name from across the garden, stating that Daella wanted to show you something. You can tell by the smile she gives you, it is a lie. You are once again reminded of why you are eternally grateful to call her sister.

“Duty calls.”

His tone is light but his eyes say something more. What they say is something you are still unsure of. He hands Alaric back to you. As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on your back.

The fleeting happiness you got from seeing Baela and Rhaena came to a screeching halt once the petitions are heard the Great Hall.

Who held the throne of Driftmark after Lord Corlys eventually passes was of no consequences. Everyone knew this was for something bigger. To call Lucerys Velaryon’s claim into question meant calling his mother’s as well. There was a sense of disappoint that tugs at you when the doors swept open to show a hunched, and rotting Viserys. His ability to prioritize Rhaenyra over his other children should not surprise you, but as a mother it still makes you upset. You can’t imagine not fiercely defending both of your kids equally. You see the looks on Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena’s faces; it tells you everything, more than the look on Rhaenyra’s.

You raise a brow at Rhaena from across the room when her grandmother announces her and her sister’s betrothals. She shrugs back at you. You want to let out a sardonic laugh. Another generation of girls bound by what good for their parents, bound by what will be good for others.

Thoughts are broken by Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s angry words ringing out. His actions may not be what you have done, but you understand his ire. There is a irony to House Targaryen, one that fiercely protects its own blood to the point of incest, snuffing out another house.

Daemon has a look in his eye. Much like the one he gave you when he asked about Aemond. He is itching for a reason to say or do something. Vaemond gives the perfect opportunity.

Loud gasp fall over the Great Hall when Vaemond body and head hit the ground… separate from each other. Both Helaena and you instinctively turn away in shock. You do not consider yourself a squeamish person, but there is something about it that makes your stomach churn. Aemond’s hand goes to yours, and he squeezes it. You can’t remember the last time you two have held hands.

It could be the obviously grotesque nature of it all. Or how inconsequential lives seem to those who get in the way of this family. It makes you think of Alys. Are you like that now? Years of being in this family making it easy for you to digest moving pieces on a board?

Vaemond’s body gets carried out, with Rhaenys following closely behind. The Queen Who Never Was; life riddled with loss, and now her good brother can be added to the list. You wait for Aemond to let go of your hand, but once Rhaenyra and Alicent finish watching Viserys leave the Great Hall, she sets her eyes on you.

“I was hoping we could have tea,” she eyes Aemond who makes no effort to move from semi in front of you.

Rhaenyra is a hard person to say no to, and she clearly knows it. So, when you simply nod, she gives you smile. She holds out her arm for you to take it. As you two walk out of the Great Hall, you look back. You expect to see Aemond or Aegon looking at you, but instead your eyes catch Alicent’s.

A sad look of longing etched into her pretty face.

“They are darling,” Rhaenyra remarks in a hushed tone as you two watch Daella interact with little Aegon and Viserys. Alaric resting near the two of you.

Jayne had made sure tea and mini tarts had been brought to the Princess’ chambers.

“I am secretly hoping this one is a girl.”

She smiles softly at you, rubbing her swollen belly. You know she must crave that bond between mother and daughter, especially after the untimely death of her own.

“I was surprised you wanted to have tea,” the small talk was sweet, but you knew it was leading to something else. Your walls up even more after your conversation with her husband.

“I was worried that you might have took me not coming to your wedding as… a slight on you,” she starts. “That was never the case. I just felt that it would be best for me and my children to stay away.”

Outside of the snide comment made my your mother and Alicent, her absence did not concern you. You keep that you think Aemond was happy she was not there to yourself. It had been years, and you could count on one hand how many times you thought about it.

“Jacaerys was quite upset with me,” she laughs a bit. “I think he wanted to see if it was actually happening. Uncle Aemond getting married to pretty girl from court.”

You did not return the laugh. You knew little of her oldest boys, the only things you have heard came from Aemond and Aegon. Not positive representations you are sure.

“As we move past that, I want to say that if you need anything, I am here. If you need any help… any advice or a place to stay. You are welcome at Dragonstone.”

The words make your wandering eyes snap to hers. Rhaenyra gives you a look. The Realm’s Delight sitting across from you in all her glory. Her form of intimidation is different from her husband or her half brothers. A presence that is hard to come by, and even more difficult to replicate.

They know.

You don’t know how, but they do. They are dangling it in front of your face. Taunting you, and your crumbling marriage. Showing weakness at this point will do you no good, not until you have proof or an explanation.

“Thank you Princess,” you lean over to pick up Alaric gently. You need to get out of here. “If I need any advice on fickle men, I will come to you. I know have your fair share of experience with that.”

Rhaenyra’s confident look flatters a bit. She hums softly.

“Daella love, let us go see how grandmother is doing,” you pick an excuse to leave. The mention of Alicent makes Rhaenyra frown. Her light eyes darkening with sadness.

As you leave the the Princess’ chambers, it comes to you. How the hell did Aemond and Alys even meet?

You have seen first hand that being around her grandchildren is the only time Alicent happy. Unabashedly sweet and warm; dimples on full display. The two of you had not had a real conversation since the feast, but you knew better than to keep your kids away from their grandmother. It was the quickest way to anger her.

“Rhaenyra would not do that,” her tone reminds you so much of her son. So certain, as if it was an insult to question the virtue of the people they… love. “Maybe she actually wants to help.”

“They both know. I cannot explain it, but they know about Alys or they at least know she was here.”

Her shoulder slump as Alaric reaches out to touch the large seven pointed star dangling from her neck. Alicent’s ability to defend Rhaenyra will always leave you a bit speechless. If one of the boys ever said something disparaging about their half-sister, Alicent was the first to give them a warning look. She was allowed to be upset, they were not. A fractured relationship being held together by longing.

“I understand it…. How hard it is,” you shuffle closer to her. “Having your mind consumed by someone who does not extend that same grace for your feelings.”

“I did not think she would go after the children,” Alicent whispers. “I get why you would want her…”

She trails off. Her big eyes get glassy, and she swallows thickly. She does not say anything as she looks into fire. She reminds you of a painted tapestry. Beautiful and tragic.

“Princess Rhaenyra may not have orchestrated anything. But do we put it past Prince Daemon?”

“We will figure it out,” Alicent says after a bit of silence. “You are right, something is off.”

A thought comes to your mind. “Do you know what Prince Daemon for Aemond as wedding gift?”

Daemon never got you a gift, simply giving you the ones Baela and Rhaena sent. But you vividly remember him getting Aemond something. Alicent thinks for a second for her brows raise in realization.

“A book of stories about warriors from the across the Realm,” how was he putting that to good use, “Oh, a map of the red keep. I silly wedding gift if you ask me.”

She shrugs. Your eyes go to fire to. A map seems inconsequential enough, but as your growing paranoia seeps into everything it becomes clear.

You must find this map.

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[littlefanficprincess]

Dancing across my mind

🎆One shot🎆

Pair: Tai lung x reader

Song: Someone to you (Banners)

"Dive and disappear without a trace, I just wanna be someone"

Important: (Y/A) = Your animal, ‼️Spoilers for Kungfu Panda 4‼️

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It felt like it was ages ago when I had first met him, a life time ago.

I was about the age of eight, just moved to the valley of peace with my family. It truly lived up to its name, a lot calmer compared to the big city. A very welcome change.

A young (y/a) emerges from a building which was covered with posters. In her paws/feathers/claws were a (f/c) colored fan.

My mother was a traditional dancer, a famous one at that. She use to perform at theaters near our old home. I wanted to be just like her.

The small creature stumbles through the villages, watching as other pass by. Her (e/c) look up and latch onto a mountain with a Cherry Blossom tree on it.

Her eyes sparkle in fascination. She picks up the pace, and almost begins running. Unknownly, she almost jumps into a geese who was carrying a crate full of vegetable.

Finally after a few minutes was carrying herself up. She reaches the top of the mountain. It was really high, she could even see her house from here!

I sometimes wonder if I never went to the mountain on that faithful day, I most likely would've never met him.

The (f/a) moves to stand in the beginning pose, she in- and exhales like her mother taught her. She carefully moves her arms/feathers, feeling the wind flow past her form.

She couldn't imagine how amazing she looks as feels cherry bottom leafs flow through the breeze.

Her grip on the fan loosend and she accidentally drops it on the moss covered rocks. She was about to retrieve her when a pair of paws grab them.

She looks up, meeting two kind golden eyes. Those belonging to a snow leopard that seemed her age. He shyly bends down on one knee "I think you've dropped this" He holds out the fan for her grab.

(Y/n) reaches and takes it from him, feeling her wing/paw brush against his. "Thank you, um..." She says, not knowing his name.

"Tai...Tai lung!" He introduces himself, seeming to have trouble with his words. He seemed shy and excited at the same time.

There was something special about him, but (Y/n) couldn't place her feater/finger on it. "Thank you, Tai Lung" A smile appears on her face. "May I ask what brings you here?"

"I might have had a burst of anger and my jiaolian had send me over her to meditate and dim my anger" Tai Lung explains, akwardly fiddling with his paws.

(Y/n) resumes the begin pose, holding the fan tightly "Why don't join me, dancing always makes me relax"

Hesitantly, Tai Lung moves to stand next to the other. He copies the begin pose, looking at his arms and legs to make sure he was doing it correct.

His eyes watch (Y/n)'s movements, observing the dance. He follows her moves, soon they were moving in sync. Tai Lung realises how peaceful he felt, feeling the wind flow through his fur.

Not so far away stood Shifu, proud to see his student was able to calm the burning rage in himself.

For years, (Y/n) and Tai Lung met on the mountain. Dancing and training togheter, Tai Lung was even able to teach (Y/n) some fighting moves. (Y/n) became a better dancer and Tai Lung became a greater fighter.

But it came all to an end on the day he told me about his 'Destiny'.

(Y/n) sits calmly ontop the mountain, her eyes were shut. She in- and exhales through her nose. From behind she could hear someone approaching, she knew those footsteps all too well.

She turns just time to be grabbed by the waist and held up. The one holding her up was Tai Lung himself, seeming very happy for some reason.

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out an excited giggles, gripping into his strong arms as support "What has you so overjoyed?"

Carefully, Tai Lung places the (y/a) down back on her feet "The next time you will see, I will have the title of the Dragon Warrior!"

"Fancy title, will you get a metal of honor along with it?" (Y/n) Jokes, smiling at her companion.

Tai Lung chuckles, shaking his head, amused by her remark "Maybe, If I'm lucky. I know you'll be proud of me"

"I already am, I always have been"

After he left, I waited for him. It was so quiet underneath the cherry Blossom tree. I missed his laughter, his snarky remarks that would always brought a smile to my face.

(Y/n) looks at the letter she was holding, she was planning to give it to Tai Lung. She sighs and places it in a drawer, closing it after.

Rumors grew, stories about him destroying a nearby village. They would follow me everywhere, as many knew how close we were. Most of my shows had town.

Years past, the rumors became less and less. Until he left everyone's mind, but not mine. Fifteen years later, I had walked out of theater I usually perform at.

The infamous (y/a) strolls out of the building, holding her trusty (f/c) fan by her side. She pauses when she hears crashing nearby.

A figure gets flung infront of her, only a few meters away. They use their fist to bring their motion to a stop. It was Tai Lung.

As if feeling her presence, he turns his head to look at her gaze. Their eyes widen at the sight of the other. Tai Lung didn't get much reaction as he was punched in the stomach by Po, making him fly out of sight.

Scared, (Y/n) rush out, trying to find her old friend. She follows the trial of destruction, going all throughout the valley.

She found it stopped in the middle of the street, with a huge crater in the street. She turns to a pig standing nearby "Have you seen a snow leopard by any chance?"

"The dragon Warrior had defeated him a few moments ago, you just missed it" The pig explains to her.

Next to pig were three bunnies, jumping up and down, excitedly. "It was so cool, he went like pow pow pow!" "Then he did skadoosh!" "It was like send that cat to another dimension"

Hope dissapears in her eyes as the possibility of him being dead. After all these years she sees him finally, only to hear that he could already be dead.

A few years later

One by one, the old enemies return to the spirit realm. General Kai flies into the golden portal, leaving Tai Lung to be the only one left.

"Guess it's your turn now" Po turns to his old foe, holding his staff with a tight grip.

Tai Lung shakes his head "I won't, atleast not yet, Dragon Warrior. I have some businesses to take care of" He turns and walks up the stairs. The Bandits, along with po's dads stand aside to let him walk past.

"Should we just let him walk out of here like that?" Zhen asks Po, using her thumb to point towards the leaving snow leopard."I mean, what is the worst he can do now that he isn't out for revenge" The panda replies, shrugging his shoulders.

Meanwhile (Y/n) was in her home, pouring some tea in a small cup. She pauses when she hears rummaging, it sounded like it was near.

Turning around, she finds her old friend bend down on one knee. Tai Lung had his head lowered, not meeting her eyes.

"Tai Lung..." (Y/n) mumbles underneath her breath, taking the few of someone she hadn't seen for so long.

"I have down many reckless and irresponsible things. All I ask for you is your forgiveness, only if you think I deserve it" Tai Lung says, not moving an inch.

(Y/n) stays quiet, not sure what to say. The snow leopard takes the silence as rejection, he was about to get up and walks away.

When he was brought in to en embrace by one other than the (Y/a) "You don't know how much I've missed you"

"I missed you too, my dancer"

#fanfic #x reader #kung fu panda #tai lung #kungfu panda 4 #Kungfu panda x reader #Oneshot

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶'Cause he held in his arms, and he taught me to be strong 🎶

Although Zelda and Giorgio’s efforts on the farm were growing less dire, there were still days when some of them had to go without meals. Rather than leave Violette there with empty cupboards and exhausted adults on days when she wasn’t at the schoolhouse, Antoine would bring her to Abraham’s ranch with him. 

It comforted him having her so near, seeing her run unencumbered on the sand without any of the worries that plagued his or Zelda’s mind. She seemed happy and comfortable there, but sometimes it terrified him that she was growing older and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It seemed like only months ago that she’d been born, not over seven years before. Soon enough she’d be a young woman, and the thought alone was enough to make him panic. He wanted nothing more than to freeze time at exactly this moment, before anything could hurt her or take her away.

He was happy that she had William, who was such a kind and soft spoken boy that was always happy to play whatever games Violette suggested.  But even his presence reminded Antoine that one day there would be a boy he couldn’t protect his baby girl from, one who would break her heart and make her cry, just the way he had done when he was young. 

He only hoped that he would be there when it happened, to help her pick up the pieces and stay as strong as he knew she was now. Every day he could see his mother and sister not only in the color of her eyes, but in her temperament too. She was strong willed and stubborn, but she allowed herself moments of such fancy and wonder, that he couldn’t help but see Zelda in her too. Each and every one of them triggered a fire in his soul, a pure rush to safeguard them against the rest of the world, that all of them combined in his only child was enough to make his heart burst.

He told himself at least he had her there with him now, that if he could focus on exactly the girl she was now and give her everything she could possibly want, he would show her the type of man and life she deserved; because above anything, he knew that she deserved the world.

He wanted to give her the best sides of himself, the moments in his day that made him feel happiest and uplifted him from the drudgery of the world. So of course, he took her to meet Silver. He had been worried that the horse would respond to Violette the way she did with everyone else, but she seemed to immediately sense that the child was Antoine’s, and thus an extension of the trust she already had for him. With amazing softness, she lowered her head toward Violette, and the child’s usual harsh bravado softened in turn, transforming into a gentle, hushed amazement as she looked into the horse’s eyes. “Poppa, I love her!”

He could feel the pride welling in his chest, threatening to burst into tears, when she looked back at him with excited eyes, “Can we take her home, Poppa? Please? Please!”

“I’m afraid she lives here, Princess. But I’ll get you your very own pony one day. I promise.” Her face transformed even more, brightening with excitement as she continued to pet Silver. The horse seemed so content, that Violette brought her face against her nose. Antoine panicked, bringing his hand forward to stop her, but the horse stayed calm, looking back at Antoine as though to tell him to calm down for once.

With her face still close to Silver’s Violette turned her eyes up at her father, “Can we at least ride her then? Pretty please?”

Antoine had asked himself that very question every day since Abraham had offered. But he didn’t want to tell his baby girl he was afraid, or that the stories of the men she had kicked into the sand were more gruesome than any Western he had ever read. So instead he simply said, “Maybe one day….”

Even a child could hear the wistfulness in his voice, but then Abraham’s curses from outside punctuated the moment. Antoine knew that meant one of the horses was refusing his commands, so he gently moved Violette’s hand away from the horse and opened the stall gate. “You go and play with Will now, alright? We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

She looked up at him with her big olive eyes, trying to stop him as his boots headed for the door of the barn. She needn’t say a word to besiege him to stay; but he mustered even more strength than needed against the most stubborn of horses to drop down on one knee and kiss her goodbye, promising that he would come and find her at the end of the day just as he always did.

#1932 #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #the darlingtons #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1930s #Antoine Duplanchier #Violette darlington #William Hines #Abraham Hines

[sturniololoco]

can you write a little sis fanfic about them going skating together or one where they all go on a bike ride and y/n gets hurt

Skating Accident

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

“SLS/N, Hurry up!” Nick yells from downstairs.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m coming!” I yelled back, frantically searching my room for my beanie. It was the special one where my ponytail could come out of the top.

After climbing on the floor under my bed, I finally found it. I then sprinted downstairs, grabbing my skates from the closet by the front door. I then rushed out the front door and locked it.

Hoping into the back seat next to Nick, I chucked my skates in the trunk, slightly out of breath from my frantic search.

“It’s about damn time slow poke!” Matt says, reversing before I even put my seat belt on.

I roll my eyes at him then turn my head to Chris.

“Remember what you promised. You said you were gonna teach me to skate backwards.” I told my brother, reminding him of the deal we made on the couch last night.

“I will I promise!” He said, holding up his pinky finger.

I interlocked my finger with his, pinky swearing.

-

The rink was empty when we walked inside. Nick paid while Matt, Chris, and I began to walk to the edge of the rink to put our skates on.

Matt threw their sticks down and quickly laced up his skates, hoping in the ice and skating around, stick in hand, puck on the floor.

I was having a bit of trouble however.

My skate laces were all jacked up and I was struggling to get them untied.

Chris must have noticed because he walked over and kneeled in front of me.

“C’mere kiddo.” He said, beginning to to work on my skate.

I nervously bit my nails while he worked. I’ve never been as good as a skater as my brothers, and for some odd reason, I was scared of embarrassing myself.

“There you go kid.” He said, Patting my leg, then standing up. He threw his own skates on, then grabbed my hand and helped me out onto the ice.

“Hey SLS/N!? You need a little kid walker?!” Matt yelled, he and Nick giggling at my unbalanced approach onto the ice.

I flicked up off, nearly falling in the process, which only made them laugh even harder.

Chris grabbed my hands and steadied me. I leaned into him as he started to skate backwards, pulling me with him.

- I was fine skating forwards, but backwards was a whole different story.

We went around the rink a couple of times, just skating and talking. Matt and Nick would join us in the occasional loop.

But then Chris turned me around and started pulling me backwards.

“CHRIS-“ I began to say, but he quickly cut me off with reassurance.

“You’re fine sis, I’m right here if you fall.” He said, still guiding me backwards.

I tried to take deep breaths as he began teaching me. He showed me how my skates were supposed to go in and out, kinda like noodles.

Once I got the hang of it, Matt, Nick, and Chris hooped and hollered, hyping me up. I felt my face light up with glee as I began to feel more and more confident.

But then Chris let go of my waist.

Panic immediately flooded me, as I couldn’t stop myself. Completely forgot everything Chris had taught me and made my legs go stiff.

Just as I feel my self start to slip and the ground got closer, strong arms caught me around the waist.

“I told you I’m right here.” Chris said, smiling down at me.

I let out a sigh of relief, no longer scared of hitting the ground.

Matt skated over to me and grabbed my hand, helping me get back in my feet. The both held my hands as we went back to skating around the rink.

-

“Who wants to race?!” Matt yelled excitedly. Chris and I lined up next to him, as Nick insisted that he should be the ref.

Again, I was fine with skating forward, it’s the backwards part that gets me.

As Nick blew the imaginary whistle, we took off, Matt easily blowing past Chris and I.

It was a tie for second as Chris and I touched the wall, already yelling about who one.

“Just rematch for second time place!” Nick yelled, interrupting our banter.

Chris and I lined up again, then bolted at the sound of Nicks fake whistle.

I easily got ahead this time, glancing back as I left Chris in the dust.

But when I turned around, I found myself heading face first into the ice. I flung my hands out to catch me, lading in my wrist and feeling a sharp pop and then a stabbing sensation in my wrist.

“Oh FUCK!” I cried out, rolling in to my side, clutching my arm in agony. The tears were falling from my eyes as my brother skated over to me.

“Holy shit- that’s a broken wrist. We need to go.” Matt said, as he was the first one to my side.

He scooped up my shaking, sobbing body and skated as fast as he could off the ice, Nick and Chris close behind.

-

Chris carried me into the ER due to my lack of shoes, seeing that it would be faster if he just scooped me up and ran rather then take the time to put my shoes on.

My wrist hurt so fucking had, I could barely think strait. Tears were still racking my body as Nick checked me in at the front desk.

We got lucky, the wait was only 10 minutes. But for every second of the time, I was sobbing into Chris’s chest.

“He rubbed up and down my arm, whispering soft reassurances into my ears.

-

After an overly long ER visit and a hard cast later, we were finally heading home.

I was laying down in the back, my head resting on Nick’s lap as he gently played with my hair.

I sighed in content as the pain slowly drifted away as I fell asleep.

I was thinking ab doing a pt 2 for this, yeah? Like they take care of her. What do yall think?

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[devilat-thedoor]

Hands to Yourself Pt10

Lovers🤍🤍

SURPRIIIIIIIISEEEEEEE

Guess who finally got her shit together and finished Part 10???? No but seriously, I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for how patient everyone has been waiting on this. I’ve been off my game lately. okokok I won’t ramble, but I love you all! hope it was worth the wait💖

Word Count: 11.1k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut(Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk) Talks of pregnancy. (If I miss anything, please let me know!)

“Gimme some good news, Dr. Brooks.” You pleaded with a whine, “Is this cast coming off today?” You sat on the edge of the exam table, wiggling your arm at him. This was your third visit with the doctor since you’d been released from the hospital. The first was a week after your discharge, just to ensure your ribs were still healing well. Then another week after that, you went in to have the stitches removed before an ultrasound. “Jake won’t take me car shopping until I have full use of both hands…”

He chuckled softly, “He’s only thinking in terms of your safety, Y/N.” He took your arm, fiddling with your fingers, “Okay, I’m gonna cut this cast off and we’ll get an x-ray to see how the bones are looking.” Dr. Brooks laid the table flat, instructing you to lay down, and lifted your shirt. He pressed lightly on your ribcage, prodding his fingers around, “How’s the pregnancy? You went for an ultrasound the last time you were in… Sit up, I wanna hear your lungs.”

You obeyed, pulling your shirt back down to sit up, “It’s good, I think. I don’t really get sick anymore unless I eat pizza or spaghetti.” You placed a palm over your belly, “He does not like tomato sauce…I’ll be 14 weeks on thursday. I think I’m kind of showing?” You pulled the shirt taught over your stomach, showcasing the barely-there bump.

“It’s definitely possible. I’ve known mothers to start showing in their 12th week and some that don’t show until they’re well over 5 months.” He held the stethoscope to your back, “Deep breath for me, Y/N.” You felt him move it to another spot, pressing it into your shirt and telling you to breathe again, “Everything sounds great… So you said ‘he.’ It’s a boy?” He was scribbling something down on his clipboard.

“We don’t know for sure yet, but I have a strong feeling.” You rubbed your hands over your leggings, “I’ve been having these really vivid…dreams. Umm. It’s always a boy in them, so…” Your eyes fell to the floor.

The doctor looked down at you, studying your body language, “Y/N, have you scheduled an appointment with the trauma therapist I recommended?” He wheeled his stool in front of you and sat down, “Jake told me about the nightmares during your last check in. You should really consider going to see Dr. Lucera. She’ll help you understand why you’re having these dreams and present you with ways to deal with the PTSD.” He ripped a corner from one of his papers, wrote something down on it, and placed it in your shaking hand, “Call her office and make an appointment. I promise, it will help.”

You took the scrap of paper from him, “Okay. Yeah, I’ll try.” Ready for a subject change, you waved your arm in front of him again, “Is It time?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“It’s time.” Dr. Brooks stood from the stool with a smile and walked towards the door, “I’ll be right back. Do you want me to send him in?” You gave him an enthusiastic nod as he exited the exam room, pulling the door shut after him.

Minutes later, Jake was coming into the room, “How’s everything looking, my love?” He stood by you, leaving a kiss to your forehead.

“He’s finally taking the cast off.” You grinned up at him, “You know what that means, baby…”

“It means you’re getting x-ray to see if you need a new cast.” He stated matter-of-factly, “Dr. Brooks already briefed me, Y/N.” He plucked the paper from your fingers, looking it over, “And we’re gonna schedule an appointment with the therapist he recommended when we get home.”

You tried to grab it back before he jammed it into his pocket, “No. I’m throwing that in the garbage. I don’t need help with anything, I’m handling it.”

“You’re not, though, love.” He caught your hand as you dug into his pocket, “Ignoring it and pretending it’s not happening isn’t handling it. Frankly, I think it’s making it worse.” He moved in front of you, bending a bit to meet you face to face, “Let’s compromise, baby… If you promise me that you’ll try one appointment, just one, we can leave here today and start car shopping. Cast or no cast.”

You negotiated a counteroffer, “I’ll make the appointment before I leave this room today, BUT…” You leaned in until your noses were almost touching, “I get to go back to work on monday.” He backed up, shaking his head, but you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back towards you, “Jake, it’s been well over a month. I gave you time like you asked, more than what was needed.”

Before he could respond, your doctor was coming in with a nurse, wheeling a cart with medical instruments, “Alright, Y/N, I’m going to give you a quick rundown of how this works… Have you ever had a cast removed before?” You shook your head as you looked at the tools on the cart. He took note of your nervous energy in the way you grasped tightly onto Jake’s hand, “There is nothing to be worried about, I assure you.” Dr. Brooks picked up the saw, holding it against his hand, “This is a vibrating saw, it cuts through the fiberglass but it cannot and will not cut your skin.” He clicked the button on and let it run over his palm.

You squeezed Jake’s hand harder with a faint gasp at the whirring sound. “Baby, it’s fine, look.” He held his free hand out for Dr. Brooks and allowed the man to put the tool against his skin, “See, it just tickles a bit, no pain, no cuts.” He pulled his palm back for you to see.

“Okay…” You nodded your head, giving your attention back to the doctor.

He placed the saw back on the cart and picked something else up, “Once we get through the brunt of it, we’ll use these shears to cut through all the padding.” He put them down and picked up the last thing to hold in front of you, “Then, once we have a clear channel, we’ll use the spreader to crack it open and slide it off so that we can see how you’re healing under there. Sound good?”

Taking a deep breath, you held your arm out, “Yes, just get the damn thing off…”

After your appointment, Jake was going to take you car shopping like he agreed but you weren’t really up to it, “Can we just go home, actually? Make lunch and watch a movie?”

“Of course, love.” He eyed you from the driver’s seat, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t really sleep too well last night… I’m a little tired.” You were lying, but you didn’t want to tell him that the mere thought of getting behind a wheel made you anxious beyond belief. Thankfully he didn’t question any further, just made the drive home with a gentle hold on your freshly freed hand.

_________________________________________________

After getting home, you changed into shorts and a tank top to clean the house a bit before settling at the kitchen table for lunch. You couldn’t help but notice the way Jake kept watching you, studying you. Every time your gaze would lift from your food, you’d find his eyes on you. He watched you squeeze your hand around your wrist, rolling it a bit, “Does it hurt?”

“No, it just feels weird.” You stared down at your left hand, flexing your fingers and knuckles, “Mobility was limited, all I could really move were my fingers and even that was just barely. I think I just need to get used to moving it around.”

“Well… Just don’t push it. Dr. Brooks said the bone may not be as strong as it was.” Jake put his fork down, picking up a napkin to wipe his mouth, “I still can’t believe you got scared when he brought the saw out.” He laughed as he reached for his cup.

“Fuck off, I wasn’t even scared, Jake.” You threw your napkin at him, sharing his laughter, and stood from the table, grabbing your empty plate and his, “Are you still hungry, baby?” As you moved past him to put the dishes in the sink, he grabbed your waist, pulling you down into his lap, “Jacob!” You yelped as one of the plates crashed to the floor, shattering to pieces.

He took the remaining one from your hand and put it back on the table with a playful smirk, “I want dessert…” His hand went to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. You wanted to yell at him for making you drop the plate but his lips were moving so madly against your own that you couldn’t focus on anything else. Suddenly, he was standing up and lifting you with him to sit you on the edge of the table. His lips went to your jaw, trailing their way down as he yanked the strap of your shirt to the side to kiss along your shoulder..

Your legs parted on their own, giving him the space to stand between them, “Baby, what is- Oh…” Your hands shot his shoulders as he grasped your hips, grinding his erection into you, “Would this have anything to do with how you’ve been staring at me?”

He bit down on your collarbone, drawing a gasp from you, “You look so fucking beautiful…” He pulled the other strap down, letting your tank top fall below your breasts, “My dick has been hard since you sat down to eat…Are they getting bigger?” He was cupping your tits, squeezing them gently.

“Well, I’m pregnant…so probably.” You giggled at his amazed expression.

Jake pulled the tank top over your head before dropping back into his chair and scooting it closer to the table, “Pregnant with my baby…” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your belly, “Still can’t believe it sometimes. I made him…” He was staring at the teeny bump, brushing his knuckles against your skin.

You hooked your finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to you, “I don’t think you can take all the credit on this one, baby. It was a group effort.” You smiled down at him, poking the tip of his nose, “I can tell you exactly when we made him…or- at least when I think we made him.”

“When? How do you know?” He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, and laid his head on your thigh as he gazed at you.

“My OB helped me kind of calculate it at my last appointment. It was confusing, but she gave me a general time frame of the conception date.” You pushed the hair from his face, cupping his cheek, “The cookout… That morning, in the bathroom. Do you remember?”

He turned his head, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Of course I remember.” He continued leaving wet kisses across your flesh, “I can remember just about every time I’ve been here…” He pressed his index finger to the front of your shorts, applying pressure to your clit, “You were too stressed, in a panic, and it was driving me mad.”

“Baby…” You whined as he drew circles over the fabric.

A smirk crept over his lips, “I had you in front of the mirror, the prettiest sounds falling from your lips… But you had to be quiet and you just couldn’t.” Jake withdrew his hand to hook his fingers into your waistband. You lifted your hips from the tabletop so he could pull the shorts down and drop them to the floor, “I had to put my fingers in your mouth to keep you silent and you bit me.” He brought his hand to your lips, tapping them, and you opened your mouth to let his fingers in, rolling your tongue around them, “Hmm. I remember how wet you got, watching me fuck you in the reflection.” He took his hand back and resumed the tortuous swirls on your clit, “Almost as wet as you are now, love…” He gathered your arousal, pinching his thumb and two fingers together to admire it before pushing his fingers into you.

You rested your feet on his knees, “You bit me back- Mmm. Your tee- shit…Your teeth marks were there for d-days.” His fingers were petting at the sweetest spot inside of you, causing your head to drop back with a lilting moan, “I love it when you mark me like that.”

“God, those noises you make…” His mouth was on your inner thigh again, nibbling his way closer to your core, “Fucking angelic, my love.” He opened his mouth, ready to grace you with his tongue but you stopped him.

You grabbed his face, “Jake, please. I wanna feel you.”

“Patience, baby.” He kissed your palm, keeping eye contact with you while fucking you with his fingers.

You sunk your teeth into your lip with a groan, “Just- think of the sounds I’ll make when you’re inside of me.” You knew you had him when his hand started to slow, inevitably stopping. Smirking down at him, you took his hand from you and pulled him to stand from the chair, “You weren’t lying…” You felt for his dick over his pants, feeling just how hard he really was.

“I told you… You’re so beautiful, all the time.” His breath hitched as you dipped below his waistband, grasping him in your hand, “But today- fuck, Y/N… Today you just- There was something different.” Jake squeezed his eyes shut, unable to concentrate on anything other than the way you stroked him.

“Something different, huh? Well, there’s only one thing different about me.” You used your free hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer, speaking into his ear, “Do you like me pregnant, Jake? The fact that my belly is growing…my tits…and it’s all your doing.” You nipped his ear lobe and felt him twitch against your palm.

He grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his pants in a haste, “I can’t- I gotta- fuck.” Jake stuttered as he pulled his pants down, just enough to free his length, “I gotta have you now, baby.” He was desperate, one hand on your leg while he used the other to guide himself to your entrance.

You held his hips, watching as he slid himself through your folds, “Just do it, baby. Please.” You could feel your arousal gathering into a small puddle beneath you as you oozed with just as much desperation as him. You pulled on him, luring him just where both of you needed, “Fuck me, Jake.” It came out as a pathetic, needy whine but he couldn’t resist.

“I’ll give you anything you want, I swear to god, Y/N… Just keep talking to me like that, tell me what you want, pretty baby.” He finally pushed into you, his brows knitted as he held his breath.

“I want you to kiss me…” You released a soft sigh as he stretched you. His hand weaved into your hair as he leaned in with no hesitation, but you stopped him before his lips could meet yours, “Nuh uh.” You held your index finger over his mouth and he stared in confusion, “Kiss me…here.” You grazed your fingers over your collarbone and he dove in. Starting at your right shoulder, he trailed soft, suckling kisses the whole way to the left, stopping to dip his tongue into the hollow of your neck while giving deep, languid strokes with his cock, “That’s good, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” You gripped his jaw, pulling his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as you whimpered into his mouth.

He broke away with a strangled groan, letting his head hang, “You fit around me so fucking well-.” He pushed your knees up to let your feet rest on the edge of the table, spreading you open, “So perfect together, baby… You and me…look at us.”

You dropped your gaze to where your bodies met, watching him fill you up over and over, “Touch me. Please just fucking touch me, Jakey.” You spoke through a slew of gasps and moans. Grabbing one of his hands, you pulled his thumb into your mouth, coating it in your spit, “Touch me here.” You guided his hand to your cunt, promoting him to follow your orders. You leaned back on your hands, watching him expertly strum at your clit, “Fuuuuck…That’s- I’m close.” Your eyes started to roll until he stopped moving, making you look up at his face, “Baby…”

Jake had himself buried completely inside of you, nudging your cervix with the tip of his cock. He remained motionless except for his thumb, still spoiling your clit, “Shhh. Stop whining. You think I don’t know how to pull you apart?” He kept his eyes trained on his thumb as he spoke, his voice a calm whisper, “I know your body so well, love… I could break you down to a molecular level and put you back together blindfolded.” His voice was like warm honey; thick and sweet, dripping over your body and drowning you, “You say the word and I’ll make you cum like *snap* that, sweet girl, you know I will.”

You were clenching around him fiercely, admiring how his face contorted with every fluttering pulse. You had no doubt that the second you gave a signal, he’d throw you straight into that endless freefall and you were ready for it, “Jake, now..” You needed it, demanded it.

He took his hand from your pussy and brought it up to curl around your throat, squeezing carefully as he pulled your mouth to meet his, “I told you I’d give you anything you want…” He kept a light hold on your neck, brushing his nose against yours as he drew his hips back. He bent his knees slightly and gave a single, sharp, perfectly angled thrust, watching as your jaw dropped open, “I fucking told you, baby.”

You fought to keep your eyes on his. Your mouth hung agape with a soundless cry as his fingers tightened on your pressure points, forcing your eyes into the back of your head. Your whole body convulsed, laced with zaps of blinding electricity. Your hands frantically grabbed for his hips, pulling on him, wanting him as deep as he could get, as a night sky exploded behind your eyelids. A black backdrop, spotted with tiny, bright specks, luring you into oblivion. He released your neck, allowing you to draw in a deep breath before gasping out, “God, Jake-”

He slowed his thrusts, giving you a moment to come down, “I need one more, my love. Just one.” Jake snaked his arms around your back, pressing your chest flat against his as you nodded silently. He began moving again, slipping into you with no resistance as soft, melodic whimpers poured from your lips, “C’mon, baby, you’re already there.” He watched your face scrunch up, your brows pinched, as you repeatedly opened and closed your mouth, unable to form words.

Your fingers searched for the hem of his shirt, ripping it over his head. You wanted him close, wanted to feel his sweat-sticky skin melded with yours, “I- oh…oh shhh-” You held onto him tightly, nails dragging across his back, “Jake, please… Oh pleasepleaseplease!” It was the last coherent thing you could muster before biting down on his shoulder as your second orgasm hit harder than the first.

“That’s it… That’s-fuck.” He stilled, a shiver rippling through his body as his own climax consumed him. He pulled himself out of you, stroking his length against your clit and letting the first bit of cum paint your pussy before slamming back into you. He lifted your trembling body from the table and sat back in the chair, keeping himself tucked safely inside of you as he hugged you to him and peppered sweet pecks to your skin. Once your aching lungs settled, you pulled back enough to look down between your bodies. Your fingers mindlessly swept over your clit, dragging through the mix of release, before you sucked them into your mouth. Jake’s eyes held onto yours as you lapped his cum from your digits with a mellow hum, “Goddamn, woman…” His hand balled into your locks as he pulled your fingers from your mouth to replace them with his tongue. He licked at your lips, rolling his tongue against your own to taste the both of you as he finally began to soften.

Your head fell to his shoulder as you closed your eyes, “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I definitely would be now.” You stayed there for a while, his hands gently rubbing your back while you listened to his calm breaths, “I’m gonna get up, baby…” You warned before slipping off of his sensitive dick.

He hissed, dropping his head back as you slowly stood from his lap, “Careful. I gotta clean this mess up.” He pushed you to the side, making sure your feet avoided the ceramic shards littering the hardwood, “Sorry, about the plate, love.”

You smiled at him, brushing the hair from his forehead, “Gives me an excuse to buy a new set of dishes.”

“Anything you want.” He stood up, tucking himself into his pants, “Go have a shower, I’m gonna take care of this.” His eyes raked over your naked body as he grasped your hips. You thought he was gonna kiss you but instead, he smirked, staring at your chest, “They’re definitely getting bigger.”

“You’re annoying.” You pushed him away with a laugh, “Clean your mess up, Jacob.” You pointed at the floor behind him before turning around and stalking out of the kitchen. Deciding on a warm bath, you headed straight for the guest bathroom with a plush towel and the small bluetooth speaker. As you waited for the tub to fill, you unlocked your phone to pick a playlist and found a text from Odessa.

Odessa 1:36pm: I miss you!!! Don’t wanna invite you over for another movie night…but we should do something soon pleeease!

You missed her too, missed everyone really. The time you and Jake spent together was great, no doubt, but it had been too long since everyone was together and you were dying for a family night. After sinking into the bubbly water, you texted Dess back.

You 2:25pm: I miss you too❤️ are you free tonight? I think I’m gonna invite the guys over for dinner. I’ll get rid of Jake for a bit and you can come early and help me cook

Odessa 2:27pm: Absolutely! When should I be there, babe?

You 2:28pm: Around 5. Can’t wait to see you!

“Baaaaabe!” You yelled for Jake after dropping your phone on the towel beside the bathtub, “Come heeeeere!”

He came rushing into the bathroom with the dustpan in his hand, “What? Why are you screaming?”

Sitting up, you rested your arms on the side of the tub, laying your chin atop of them, “Tell your brothers to come over for dinner tonight. I miss them.” You held your hand out, wiggling your fingers at him, “Round them up, take ‘em out for a drink or two, and just be back here by seven.”

He took your hand and knelt down, giving you a peck, “And you just decided this yourself?”

“I did. Dess is gonna come over early to help me cook and you need some time out with the guys.” Cupping his cheek, you pulled him in for another kiss, “Just don’t get so drunk that you can’t eat……dinner…” You bit your tongue between your teeth with a smile as he shook his head at you.

“You’re greedy…” Jake dropped your hand as he stood up and started to leave the room, “I’ll call Josh.” He stepped out, leaving the door wide open.

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“Danny said he’ll drop Odessa off and pick me up, Josh and Sam are gonna meet us at the bar.” Jake was pulling his old tan boots on when a knock sounded on the door, “That’s probably her.” He turned around to open the door, revealing Odessa standing on the porch.

She squealed, pushing past him and straight to you, “You look so much better since the last time I saw you, babe!” She wrapped her arms around you, squeezing hard.

“I feel so much better!” You squeezed her back, keeping her in your embrace until Jake cleared his throat behind her. Releasing her, you looked up at him, “Have fun, baby!” As you turned to pull Odessa further into the house, he stopped you.

“Come back here.” His tone held a certain authority that had you scurrying back to him without question. His arm circled your back, hauling you flush against him, as he whispered over your mouth, “I think I deserve a proper goodbye, don’t you?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know that I can give you a proper goodbye in front of Dess.” You fell into him with a grin, letting your arms hang loosely around his neck, “I love you, Jakey.” You giggled as you kissed him, “Have fun, home by seven.” You gave him a pointed look before peeling out of his hold and grabbing your friend to go to the kitchen. “You want something to drink, hun?” You pulled a stool out at the island for her to sit down.

“Can I ask for wine? Do you even have wine? I don't know what the rules are for pregnant friends…” She took a seat, folding her hands in front of herself as she watched you move around the kitchen.

You laughed, pulling a glass from the cabinet, “There are no rules and of course I have wine. You know who I live with, right?” You grabbed two bottles from the small wine rack, holding them up for her to see, “White or red?”

She pointed to the white and waited patiently as you put the red back and poured her a glass before handing it to her, “Thank you, babe!” Odessa took a long sip from the cup and placed it on the island, “You got the cast off, where is your ring?” Of course she’d be the first to notice…

“Shit…Jake’s been wearing it on one of his necklace chains for safekeeping.” You looked down at your hand, “We were busy today, I guess we both forgot about it.” Lifting your shoulders, you shrugged, biting back the smile as you thought about just how busy you’d been a few hours earlier, “Remind to get it off of him when they get back.”

She eyed you with a knowing look, a smirk tilting her lip, “Yeah, okay…So, what are we cooking?”

“How do you feel about pasta?” You opened the fridge and began pulling out different ingredients, “I was thinking a simple Cacio e Pepe, maybe some bruschetta and a salad?”

“Oooh, that sounds so good!” She stood up and came around the island, “What do you want me to do? Gimme some direction.”

“Do you want to start chopping these? I’m gonna go grab the speaker to play some music.” You placed a cucumber and a few different peppers in front of her and grabbed a knife from the block, “Dice the peppers into big chunks and just slice the cucumber.” You handed her the knife and scampered out of the kitchen. When you returned, you couldn’t help but laugh at the way she haphazardly chopped the veggies.

“What?!” Odessa dropped the knife on the cutting board with a huff, “Danny does most of the cooking at home! I’m trying my best.”

“Oh hush, hun. You’re doing great, just keep going.” You watched as she resumed her task and clicked the power button on the speaker, allowing it to connect to your phone, “What do you wanna listen to? Any preference?”

She grabbed the dish towel to wipe her hands off, “Actually, can I send you this playlist I made a few days ago?” She took her phone from her pocket after you nodded in approval and sent the playlist, “It’s good, I promise! Just full of songs that my mom used to listen to all the time that really stuck with me.”

Opening it up, you pressed the shuffle button without looking through the songs and let it play, “God, I love this song!” You started singing as you walked to the counter behind Odessa to retrieve the pasta dough that had been resting, “Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother!”

“Hell yeah, babe!” Your friend was swaying her hips as she chopped, joining in to sing with you, “And every time you speak her name, does she know how you told me you’d hold me until you died?”

It wasn’t long before the both of you were having a full blown concert performance in your kitchen, using wooden spoons as drumsticks and a rolling pin as a guitar while you sang at the top of your lungs.

And I’m here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away

It’s not fair to deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know!!!

The song faded out as you both keeled over with laughter, gasping to catch your breath, “Oh my god!” Odessa was wiping the tears from beneath her eyes as she straightened up and tried to stop laughing, “That was fucking amazing, I really needed that!”

You came up behind her and wrapped your arms around her, “Fuck, Dess… I needed that too!” You hugged her tight as she gripped onto your arms and leaned into you, “I love you, Dess…I haven’t thanked you enough for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Awwwe, Y/N, stop. You’re gonna make me cry.” She turned around to face you with a genuine smile, “I would do anything for you, babe. I love you so much…” She paused, her voice taking on a less cheerful tone, “I’ll never forgive myself for bringing Sage into you and Jake’s life.”

“Odessa, it-.”

“Just let me get this out, please. It’s been weighing on me.” She cut you off and you silently nodded for her to continue, “I knew she had her issues, but I swear, I never expected her to try anything with Jake… The day she met him, in Atlanta, I made it clear that he wasn’t available. Hell, he made it crystal clear the way he ignored her desperate attempts at flirting.” She shook her head with a sigh, “She kept going on about him on our drive back and I told her, again, that you guys had been together forever and she needed to just forget about him, and I thought she did. She didn’t bring him up once to me after that and then at the bar that night, when I introduced her to you, I really thought she was over it. She didn’t even look at him once.” You listened intently, wanting to hear her point of view, “I wanted you two to be friends so bad. She was my best friend, but you and I were getting closer and I just thought you two could love each other as much as I loved you both…But she started changing and I didn’t realize it at first and maybe if I had-” Odessa leaned back against the counter, trying to blink away tears, “Maybe I could’ve prevented all of the shit she- I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Her cries echoed through the kitchen as she put her head into her hands.

You could feel your own tears forming as you reached out to hug her again, “Do not blame yourself, Dess. None of it is your fault. She’s manipulative, conniving…just a twisted fucking person. I was the one who let her get close to me.” You released her and stepped back, “I saw the red flags, ignored my gut feelings, and at the end of the day, that’s on me. But nobody is to blame for the psycho shit she did except her. She made her choices and she should have to fucking pay for them.” You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling angry.

Odessa used her sleeve to wipe her cheeks with a sniffle, “Yeah…I wanted to ask how she isn’t…like…in prison?”

“Haaa. Because she literally manipulates everyone. I don’t know how she does it, but she’s good.” You were chewing on your lip, thinking back on the last visit from Detective Walsh, “Do you remember the detectives that came to the hospital? The one was an asshole.”

She took a few seconds to think before nodding her head, “Oh god, yeah. They talked to me in the waiting room and the one with the mustache, he was super patient and listened well. The other guy hardly let me get a word in. He would ask a question and then fill my mouth with his own answers before I could say anything.”

“Yeah, well, his hostility came from the fact that he was fucking Sage.” You said it with a grim chuckle, “Detective Walsh came by a few weeks ago and told us that his partner got suspended after they found out. But get this…Sage said that the other detective forced her to do everything and now there’s an entire separate investigation going on that paints her as a victim.” Your head dropped back as you trained your eyes on the light above you, your voice a whisper, “It’s like she’s always one step ahead…I just wish there was a way to beat her at her own game.”

“I mean, she admitted to stalking you, taking those videos and pictures… Shouldn’t that be enough to prove she’s guilty of something?” She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at you.

“There’s no proof that she admitted to it. She said it to us, yeah, but it’s just ‘hearsay.’” You held your fingers up with air quotes as you picked your head up to look at her again, “Detective Walsh said it’s a he said/she said and that without tangible evidence, it’s inadmissible.” You shrugged your shoulders in defeat.

Odessa’s brows were drawn together in thought for a moment, “But what if you can get her to admit it?” She was thinking hard and you waited for her to elaborate, “You said she’s always one step ahead, but everyone has a weakness, Y/N…And I think we know what her weakness is, or who anyways.” She spoke carefully, unsure of how you would react to her suggestion.

“No. Absolutely not. Jake has been through way too much at her hands.” You were shaking your head profusely, “I wanna see her get what she deserves more than anybody, but I will not use him to speed the process up.”

“Okay. Hey, forget I even suggested it, babe.” She grasped your face in her hands, brightening her tone, “How about we get back to dinner?”

You looked at the digital clock on the stove, “Shit… They’re gonna be back in an hour and I do not have time to roll and cut the pasta.” You picked up the bowl of dough from the countertop, poking it with your fingers, “We’re just gonna have to scrap it and use store bought.” You flipped the bowl over and let the dough ball drop into the trashcan before going to the pantry for the boxed pasta, “Alright, get in the fridge and grab the arugula, the parmesan wedge and the cherry tomatoes.” Grabbing a large pot from a cabinet below the counter, you began filling it up with water to place on the stove.

Odessa came back to the island with everything you told her to retrieve, “Now what?”

“Uhhh… Hang on.” You climbed up on the counter to get your big, wooden salad bowl from on top of the refrigerator, “Here. Put the arugula in here, the peppers, cucumbers, slice the tomatoes in half and throw them in and then shave some parm strips into it.” You hopped down and gave her the bowl then grabbed the cheese grater for her, “I’m gonna make a dressing while I wait on this water to boil, turn the music up!” You pointed at the speaker that was still playing her playlist.

“Yes, chef!” She was quick to follow your orders, dropping everything into the bowl as she finished cutting the veggies.

You whirled through the kitchen, reaching for a mixing bowl and snatching a whisk from a drawer, before stopping to mix up a vinaigrette. Cutting a lemon in half, you squeezed the juice into your bowl and added some cracked black pepper and a pinch of salt, then a bit of dijon mustard and some garlic and whisked it rapidly. Once you were satisfied with how everything was mixed, you picked up the olive oil and began drizzling it into the bowl while constantly stirring, allowing it to emulsify. You ran your finger along the utensil and licked the dressing off to taste it, “Dess, taste this and tell me what you think. Is it too much lemon?” You held the whisk up for her to try it.

She dragged her finger over the metal and pulled it into her mouth, “Mmm!” Her eyes were wide as she tasted the vinaigrette, “That’s so fucking good!” She picked up a slice of cucumber and dipped it into the dressing before tossing it into her mouth, “I need that recipe, babe…”

You giggled as she mumbled past the food, “I’ll write it down for you later. Once you have the salad finished, drizzle this over top and give it a good toss.” You passed the bowl to her and went to tend to the boiling water. After dropping the noodles into the pot, you spent a few minutes to whip up a quick garlic bread and get it in the oven to bake.

Everything was coming together smoothly and you and Odessa were singing along to the music and setting the table with minutes to spare before the guys got in. You placed the main dish in the center of the table, with the salad and garlic bread on either side of it, while she gathered silverware. Once it was all set, you both took a break to dance around the kitchen while the music played, Keep Your Hands to Yourself by Georgia Satellites.

My honey, my baby, don’t put my love upon no shelf

She said, ‘Don’t hand me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself’

You and Odessa were laughing through the lyrics as you twirled each other around the room and didn’t hear the boys come in until Jake opened his mouth, “What the fuck is going on?” He couldn’t contain his smile as he watched you shake your hips. He was coming across the kitchen, arms extended as he grasped your waist to pull you in, “Food smells good, love…” He was half shouting over the music and your own voice as you kept singing.

He leaned in for a kiss but you planted a hand on his chest while wagging a finger in his face with a wicked smile, “I said, honey, I’ll live with ya for the rest of my life… She said, no huggee, no kissee until you make me a wife!” You pinched the ring that hung on his necklace between your fingers and held it in front of his face, “My honey, my baby…Don’t put my love upon no shelf-.” You were cut off by Jake circling his arms around you and lifting you from the floor. You let out a squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you.

He let you back onto your feet and pulled his necklace off to remove the ring and slide it into its rightful place on your finger, “Can I have a kiss now?” 

“I guess so…” Your fist balled into his shirt to yank him against you and you let his lips find yours, “Mmm. You taste like bourbon.” Your tongue dragged across your lip and you’re sure Jake must’ve seen the fire that ignited in your eyes as he responded.

“You want me to just send everyone home so I can eat?” His voice was low, but not low enough to evade Sam’s ears, “I’m famished…”

“You guys are gross!” He was talking with a full mouth and you looked past Jake to see him standing with a piece of garlic bread in his hand.

You rolled your eyes at, “Sammy… You couldn’t wait for everyone to sit down?” You turned the music down as you padded over to him, “We worked too hard on this for you to just stick your grubby fingers in everything, go wash your hands.” You pointed to the sink.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you, “Y’know, I’m not your kid. You can’t boss me around like that.” It was a moot point, proved by the way he stalked past you to the sink and scrubbed his hands as you’d instructed.

“Hey, mama!” Josh tapped your shoulder and pulled you into a suffocating hug, “Dinner looks great, thanks for inviting us.” He placed a soft kiss to your cheek before releasing you and looking over your body, “You look good, Y/N.”

“You say that everytime you see me, Joshy.” You reached up to fluff his curls a bit, a habit you’d picked up over the past few weeks since he’d been around more often, “But I still appreciate it.”

He swatted your hand away with a gentle smile, “I know, but there’s something today…Something about your aura, maybe? I don’t know, I can’t place it.” He was studying you like he was trying to figure it out.

“Yanno, I said the same thing earlier.” Jake came up beside his twin with a smirk, “It’s something different…” His eyes flicked down to your chest and back up.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s eat?” You could feel your face getting hot as you headed for the table, stopping to give Danny a hug.

Your face pressed into his chest as he squeezed you, “It’s good to see you doing better, Y/N. You do look good.”

“She looks better than good. She’s hot as hell.” Odessa raised her third glass of wine to you from her seat at the table that she claimed 20 minutes earlier.

Sammy was behind you, his hands on your shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re all seeing… She looks a little rough to me. Kinda stinky too.”

You jabbed your elbow into his stomach, “Well then you probably don’t wanna eat my stinky food… Guess you’ll just have to order a pizza.” You turned around to stare up at him with a smile before forcing him into a hug, “I missed you, Sammy.”

He instinctively embraced you, his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders, “I missed you too. But can we eat? It smells so good.” He pulled back with a grin as you nodded and gestured to the table.

“My love.” Jake held his hand out for you to take and led you to the table, pulling your chair out. Everybody else took their seats, Jake at the head of the table, Danny opposite him as usual. You and Josh were on either side of Jake, Sam beside you and Odessa beside Josh, her hand grasped in Danny’s.

They all took turns spooning food onto their plates. Jake made sure your plate was filled before he even thought about putting food on his own, “Baby, that’s too much.” You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from scooping another helping of pasta, “I was snacking while I cooked, I’m not that hungry.” He gave you a certain look. One that said he knew you were lying as he tilted his brows in question. You shook your head, dismissing whatever he was thinking, “I’m okay, baby. Promise. Just a little nauseous.” You whispered quietly to keep it between the two of you.

“You want me to make you some tea?” He took your hand, bringing it to his lips, “Tell me how to make it go away, love.” His lips brushed over your knuckles and you smiled at the way he still sent butterflies through your gut.

“Maybe just some water?” Your eyes followed him as he got up and went to the fridge to get you a bottle of water and came back, “Thank you, lover.” You leaned over the table to give him a kiss before settling back into your chair.

Conversations carried on as everyone ate and after a while, you all ended up scattered through the house. You sat on the couch, curled up to Sam as he rambled to Daniel about a science project they had in high school. Josh was thumbing through the shelf of vinyls, grumbling about how none of it was what he wanted to listen to. You giggled to yourself, watching him toss his hands around as he talked to himself.

“Josh, honey, what are you looking for?” You pushed off of Sam to stand up from the couch.

“Bob Dylan!” He threw his hands above his head with a growl, “Where is the Bob fucking Dylan?!”

Kneeling down beside Josh, you scanned through the vinyls yourself, “You know what, Jake might have some records in his office, come look?” You started the trek towards the back of the house with him on your heels. You noticed Jake and Odessa conversing in the kitchen as you passed and wondered what they were talking about. Pushing the door to the spare bedroom open, you stepped aside for Josh to enter and pointed to the record cabinet, “He always hoards a bunch in there. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to fight for my BB King albums… He likes to think that all the best stuff belongs to him.” 

“That’s because it does.” Jake was standing in the doorway with a sweet smile, “What are you guys doing?” His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

Josh was coming towards you, carrying a few albums, “Needed Dylan.” He held the vinyls up to his twin and stalked past him, heading back to the living room with everyone else.

“Baby, we’re gonna need to find a place for all of your stuff here.” You gestured around the room.

Jake walked further into the room, pulling you with him, “Maybe we just need a bigger house.” He sat in his leather chair, yanking you down onto his lap, “How do you feel about moving? Finding something with more space? I’ve been thinking about it and I just don’t think this place is gonna be big enough.”

You tangled your fingers with his, thinking it over, “This is home, Jake.” You held eye contact with him, “This is where we’ve built our life, where we really started… I don’t wanna just pack up and move on, leaving all the memories.” A grin cracked across your face as you spoke, “I want to make more memories. With our baby… I want to make him bacon and eggs in our kitchen and give him bubble baths with toys in the clawfoot tub.” He brought your hand to his mouth, holding your knuckles against his lips while he listened, “I want to sit him on our sink to put a bandaid over his knee when he gets his first booboo and fall asleep on the couch with him during nap time… Uncle Sammy and Uncle Danny will teach him how to swim in our pool and pyromaniac Uncle Joshy will teach him how to start a fire in the pit for the best s’mores.” Your voice cracked a bit as you started to get emotional, “If we need more room, we can build an addition. We can build ten hundred additions, I don’t care… But I don’t want to leave, Jake.”

He was blinking quickly, trying to hide the tears that threatened his eyes, “You’re right. This is home.” He nodded as his grin started to match yours, “We’ll make room, build an addition, it doesn’t matter. We’ll stay here forever if that’s what you want, my love. I’ll start packing shit up tomorrow and we can get to planning his room.” He brushed his fingers over your legs as you both looked around the room, dreaming up possible colors and themes.

Silence fell over the two of you for a bit until you tilted your head to look at him, “Hey. What were you and Dess talking about in the kitchen?”

The question caught him off guard and he hesitated before answering, “Uhh, it was nothing…” Jake paused, but he realized you weren’t going to let it go until he gave you an answer, “It was- I just never really apologized to her for some things I said while you were in the hospital.”

“What did you say to her?”

“It’s not important anymore.” He tucked the hair behind your ear, giving you your favorite, warm smile, but you could still see it in his eyes; He was fighting with something that he didn’t want to tell you. “Should we head back out there?”

Deciding not to press any harder in the moment, you nodded and stood from his lap, “We left all the children with Daniel, he’s probably ripping his hair out.”

You both rejoined the group and it wasn’t much longer before Jake was shooing everyone out the door, “Y/N is tired, it’s past her bedtime.” He chuckled as he pried Sam out of the hug he had you wrapped in, “Get out, Sammy. It’s time to go home.” Everybody took their turns to hug you and say their goodbyes before leaving. He closed the front door and locked the deadbolt before turning back to face you, “I’ve been waiting to get you to myself…”

“So… The funny thing is- I’m actually tired.” You scrunched your nose at him as you spun around to head to the bedroom, “You need to shower.” You stated it plainly before disappearing down the hallway. You changed into a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt and climbed into bed. Jake passed the doorway on his way to the bathroom. He showered fast to join you in bed as quickly as he could, “You didn’t have to rush, baby.” You rolled over to face him as he slipped beneath the comforter.

His hair was still wet, soaking into his pillow as he laid down, “I didn’t want you to fall asleep without me…” He lifted his arm, allowing you to snuggle into him.

You drew circles over his abdomen with your index finger, “Jake, you don’t have to keep worrying about the dreams… I’ll call that therapist tomorrow.” You felt him hum in approval and press a kiss to the top of your head. The darkness and the quiet of the night lured Jake to sleep quickly and you listened to his gentle breaths, waiting for the calm to take you as well while pondering how to fix the trauma on your own. Unfortunately, the only answer you could come up with was going to the source and she was the last thing you wanted to deal with…

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No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. It wasn’t Jake’s snoring or the dreams keeping you awake this time, it was the deep rumble in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, but it was persistent. You looked over at Jake, making sure he was definitely sleeping, before carefully sliding out of the bed. You padded into the kitchen, keeping your footsteps light on the hardwood, and flipped on the light above the sink before heading into the pantry. Unsure of what you even wanted, you started piling things into your arms. Peanut butter, a bag of pretzels, a pack of chicken ramen; everything made your stomach growl harshly. You left the pantry and placed your findings on the island to go to the fridge and gather more random items. A bag of carrots, a variety of cheeses and a few other things, later, and you were hoisting yourself up on the island. Crossing your legs beneath you, you leaned over to pull a drawer open, grabbing yourself a spoon. You spun the lid off the peanut butter, taking a heaping spoonful and giving it a few licks before reaching for the carrots. Dragging a baby carrot through the creamy peanut butter, you chomped on it, crunching loudly with a delighted hum. You moved on, indulging in different food combinations, each one oddly better than the last.

You had a slice of mango on top of a cool ranch dorito, mid bite, when the kitchen illuminated with the overhead light, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Jake was rubbing his eyes as he took in the scattering of food surrounding you, “It’s after two in the morning, love.”

“I couldn’t sleep…” You mumbled in defense, plopping the rest of the fruit and chip into your mouth, “He was hungry, daddy.” You poked your lip out as you rubbed your belly.

He tried to fight the smile creeping over his lips as he crossed the room to you, “Well, when his cravings make momma sick, I don’t wanna hear it.” Jake leaned on the counter, observing the weird buffet, “Are you really eating all of this?” He reached for the pile of pretzels sitting beside you.

“Baby, I wouldn’t-.”

His hand recoiled, a look of disgust on his face, “Why are they wet?!” He wiped his hand over your sweatpants.

You giggled sheepishly, “We don’t like pretzels anymore, just the salt.”

“You’re just sucking the salt- Why not just eat table salt, Y/N?” He was gazing at you like you were from another planet.

“First of all, that’s gross. The pretzel salt has a pretzel taste, table salt is only good with tequila, Jacob.” You picked your small paring knife up and cut another sliver of mango, “You have to try this, baby…” Placing the slice on a paper towel, you drizzled it with sriracha and honey before stabbing it with a fork and offering it to Jake.

“I’m not eating that.” He was shaking his head vigorously, “You shouldn’t eat that. You really are gonna make yourself sick.”

Pulling the fork to your mouth, you took a bite of the fruit, “Oh hush. I feel fine and this is delicious.” You took the rest from the fork, doing a little happy shimmy as you chewed, “It’s even better with a dorito…oooh! and cream cheese with lemons is also really good, babe.” You reached for the last slice of lemon on the countertop but he snatched it from your fingers and put it back down.

His mouth dropped into a grimace, “Alright, that’s enough. It’s bedtime.” He grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the island and helping you down, “I’ll clean up. Go brush your teeth and then straight to bed.” Jake pointed to the kitchen doorway, shooing you off.

“God, you’re such a buzzkill, dad…” You rolled your eyes before turning away, earning yourself a light tap on the ass, “Hurry up, I’m tired.” You rounded the doorway and headed for the bathroom to follow Jake’s instructions. When you entered the bedroom, he was already tucked back into bed, waiting for you, “You put the fridge stuff away and left everything else, didn’t you?”

He held his hand out for you with a sleepy smile, “It’s almost three now. I’ll clean the rest up tomorrow.” Once you slipped your fingers over his palm, he pulled you down on top of him, hugging you to his body, “I love you, baby. You know that, right?” His voice was quiet, meant only for you and no other thing, living or not, in the universe, “This life that we’ve built- that we’re building… I still can’t believe we’re starting a family, Y/N.”

“We already have a family, Jake, we’re just expanding it with a little piece of us.” You snuggled into him, pressing your nose into his cheek, “He’s gonna have the best uncles and grandparents and, most importantly, the absolute greatest daddy in the world.” You squeezed your arms around him as you kissed his jaw, “I can’t wait to see all the things you teach him, baby… Do they make tiny SG’s for little baby hands?”

“I don’t think they do, my love.” He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead with a chuckle, “He might not want anything to do with music, maybe he’ll wanna be a chef like his momma, take over the family business.” Turning his head, he stared up at the ceiling, deep in his thoughts.

You watched Jake’s smile grow, lighting up his eyes, and it made your heart swell but your anxiety was still poking at your brain, “What are the chances we don’t completely fuck this up, Jake?” You rolled off of him and onto your back, now staring at the ceiling as well, “What if I’m like…the worst mom? What if I get everything wrong?” 

“Hey.” He rolled over, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, “We’re in this together. It’s new for both of us and we’re bound to make mistakes.” His hand went to your waist, pulling you against his chest, “I have no doubt that you’ll be an amazing mom, baby.” There was a pause before he added, “And on the very slight chance that we do fuck this up, we can always do better with the second one.”

“The second one?” You went wide-eyed as you tilted your head to look at him, catching his dimple as he tried to hide his smirk, “Okay, Jakey… I need some sleep before we get into that conversation.” He rolled away to turn the lamp off and came right back to his place, holding you against him once more. You snaked an arm over him before giving his lips one single peck, “I love you too, by the way.”

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You sat at the small table in the corner, checking the time on your phone. You hated lying to Jake, hated that he had no clue what you were doing. When you couldn’t sleep, most of your tossing and turning in bed was accompanied by thoughts of the conversation you had with Odessa. But what if you can get her to admit it? You weren’t willing to use Jake. There was no way you could involve him in anything to do with her… So when you woke up and texted Sage to meet you today, you knew you needed an excuse to give Jake. “Baby, I’m just gonna get a ride into the city, I wanna grab a coffee and pick a few things up.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were sitting in a cafe right now, sipping a coffee. It just wasn’t the whole truth. He tried to argue, tried to tell you he would drive you, but you declined, telling him that you just wanted some time to yourself. He relented, watching you from the porch as you walked down the driveway and got into the back of an Uber. Now you waited. Would she show up? You checked the time again before opening up the text thread and reading back over your message.

You 8:05am: I’m giving you one chance to talk. I’ll be at the coffee shop at 10. You know which one. I’ll wait until 10:15.

It was 10:11pm when you put your phone down and looked up to see her coming through the door. She paused to look for you before slinking between other tables to get to yours.

She sat across from you, a weary look on her face and a rush in her words, “Why am I here, Y/N?” She was looking around the area, searching for something.

“If you’re looking for Jake, he’s not here.” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, “As for why you’re here, I just want to talk.”

She scoffed, almost like she was annoyed, “Talk about what? You have a restraining order against me, I could get in trouble for being here.”

“Of all the fucking damage you caused… That’s what you’re worried about?” Your disbelief was evident, “Why won’t you stop?” You stared at her, waiting for an answer, but she refused to meet your eyes, “After everything you’ve done, you owe me an explanation. Why us? Why me, Sage?”

“Because you don’t deserve him.” She finally lifted her head to look at you, tapping her fingers on the table, “You made it easy.” Her face showed no signs of remorse, “All I had to do was flirt, feed you a few lines… You were hooked the minute you saw me.”

“I don’t deserve him?” You sat up, resting your elbows on the table to really look at her, “You think you deserve him, Sage? Think you can make him happier?” You cocked an eyebrow at her, tilting your head.

A humorless laugh dripped from her mouth, “At least he would be enough for me, Y/N. I don’t need the attention of all of his brothers or people I meet in bars. I only need him.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, “Wow, you won’t let that one go, huh?” You picked up your coffee, taking a sip as you shook your head, “You know I didn’t sleep with either of them. I’m sure you’d have the proof if I did, but you don’t… You’ve been lingering in the background for months, just hoping to catch me doing whatever it was you suspected.” You leaned in close, dropping your voice low, “And when there was nothing to show for your psycho stalking, when you realized that nothing could come between me and Jake… You snapped. You wanted me gone so that you could slither your way in. Am I getting warmer?” You could tell the smirk on your face was eating away at her.

“He left after the Josh video, though, didn’t he? How did you sweet talk your way out of that one?” She leaned in as well, clenching her jaw.

“I didn’t need to sweet talk, honey. The truth presented itself on that one. Solid try, though.” You knew you’d successfully gotten under her skin and you were ready to end the conversation with one final blow. Sliding your chair out, you stood up, looking down on her, “Despite your efforts, I have a baby to worry about now.” You lifted your left hand to examine your ring, “Oh! And a wedding to plan.” You held your hand in front of her face, “You’re the least of my worries now, Sage…but I have a feeling that I’m still the most of yours.” Grabbing your coffee from the table, you flashed her a smile and walked by her to leave. She was pissed, seething with rage, but that was exactly what you wanted. She was right where you needed her, all you had to do was wait for her to take the bait.

Sage POV

You? Worried about her? Jake doesn’t want her… She’ll never be good enough for him, you just have to make him see that. But through all of your attempts, she still manages to wiggle her way out of everything. Manages to keep him in her grasp. He doesn’t want to marry her. She just has him believing that her baby is his, but you know better. Turning in your seat, you looked out the large window, watching her climb into the backseat of what must be an Uber. You watched the car pull away from the curb, an unkempt anger bubbling through your veins, until you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to see him. Jake. Your Jake. He looked sexy…Always so sexy, “Jake… What is this?” You looked around, waiting for her to come back at any second, but then his fingers were on your chin, guiding your eyes back to him.

“She left, Sage. I have to be quick, she thinks I’m at home.” He spoke softly as he dropped his hand and took a seat across from you, “I’ve been trying to get away to see you for weeks…”

Something didn’t feel right… You craned your neck, scoping out the cafe again, “What is happening? Why are you here?” Slowly, your gaze came back to him, awaiting an answer.

He reached across the table, placing his hand on top of yours, and you thought you felt it trembling, but his steady voice distracted you, “I can’t be with her anymore, I don’t love her…” His voice. Oh god, his voice was like the greatest melody ever created, “I haven’t loved her for a long time, Sage.”

Why was he admitting this to you now? What was the catch? “At the hospital, you- What you said…” You thought back to his exact words, cringing at the way he screamed at you, “You said I was demented.” Your gaze went back to the window as you watched the cars go by, but your focus remained on the feeling of his hand over yours.

“I know. I had to. Everyone was there.” He paused until you brought your eyes back to him, “She was dying… I-” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat before continuing, “It would’ve looked bad if I just left her at a time like that.” He was shaking his head like his thoughts were troubling him, “It’s still hard… To leave her, I mean. She’s almost completely healed, but the baby-”

You cut him off, gripping his hand tightly in yours, “Jake, that baby isn’t yours!” You tried to keep your voice to a whisper to not draw attention to your corner, “I know in my heart it isn’t and we can find proof.”

He pried his hand from you to push his hair out of his face with a sigh, “I don’t know. She swears it’s mine, Sage. She wouldn’t lie, would she?”

“That’s all she does, babe. Just lie and manipulate and she’s not gonna stop until somebody makes her…” You took a deep breath, studying his face, his eyes, his body. Searching for any indication that he wasn’t being genuine with you before you confessed everything to him. His brown eyes were sad, you could see the pain he was fighting in them. He hated his life with her. She made him miserable. Only you could free him from it, “Jake, I need to tell you something…”

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[jellybear455]

Tsu'tey x reader

So this is part 2 of this request. Let me know if you guys want a part 3 xx

Warnings: angst ig

Word count: 2800

Italics is Na'vi

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The cliffside cracks and crumbles underneath my foot, and I nearly follow it down. Tsu’tey throws an arm across my chest, pushing me back against the rocky wall. My face burns, partly in embarrassment, partly because his chest was pressed firmly into my shoulder.

“Keep walking.” He grumbles, withdrawing himself quickly.

Tsu’tey had been my mentor for the last half a year, training and teaching me. Today was my first step in becoming one of the Na’vi- claiming an ikran. I inched further across the small ledge, keeping my eyes on Jake in front of me and willing for the heat in my face to subside.

Tsu’tey never once showed any emotion other than annoyance to me, and yet I had fallen for him. Hard. Are Na’vi even supposed to fall in love? Do they love? Or do they feel other things instead? I did not know, and there was no body I could ask without giving away my little crush.

And besides, Tsu’tey was promised to Neytiri, I told myself. He could not be with me even if he wanted to. But I saw the little looks that the Na’vi princess sent Jake when he wasn’t looking. And I saw how Jake was killing his human body just to spend a few extra hours with her. Not unlike me.

Neytiri would just break Tsu’tey’s heart eventually.

Finally, I stepped off the tiny ledge and onto a bigger slab of rock. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to seize up again at the sight of dozens and dozens of ikran. Tsu’tey’s hand pressed into my back gently, strong and familiar, guiding me away from the entrance so the others could follow.

“Who wants to go first?” Neytiri asked, settling down on a large boulder to watch, eyes gleaming in interest.

Jake hesitated, eyes darting back and forth between Neytiri and the banshee, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I will go,” I blurted before he could say anything. Jake’s shoulders slacked in annoyance and Tsu’tey squinted slightly in surprise. Did he think I was brave? Or just stupid?

I turned my back to him before I could second guess myself and stepped shakily toward the ikran. A few glared at me curiously, making my heart leap, but they mostly ignored me. I had nearly made a complete loop of the nest, and back to Tsu’tey despairingly, hoping he could offer some kind of advice, but his eyes were not on me. Turning around, I searched for what had taken his attention, only to come face to face with an ikran.

It was a purple that was so dark it was nearly black, and red lines traced the muscles of its back and wings. It was the smallest of the group, but the intimidating look in it’s eyes made up for it. It opened its jaws, letting out a piercing hiss. Rocking back on my heels, I steeled myself, before lowering my body into the fighting position Tsu’tey had taught me. I swallowed quietly, before hissing back in a way I hoped was frightening. The noise came out of my throat easily, which, surprised me.

The surprise was quickly drowned in the relief that came with the next realisation. This ikran wanted to kill me, and I was ridiculously happy about it.

The ikran launching itself at me, and I ducked quickly, detaching the rope from my make-shift belt. I threw the loop upward as I slid beneath the belly of the beast, snagging the tip of it’s nose. It reared its head, roaring, and dragging me out from underneath it. I flew into the air, followed by the rope, which I still gripped in my hand tightly.

I landed hard at Tsu’tey’s feet. Pushing myself up, I met his eyes for a moment. I could see something in them, a kind of fear that I had never seen him wear before. Before I could figure out what it meant, the ikran roared again, and I ran back into action.

Throwing myself up into Neytiri’s rock, I flew through the air and onto the neck of the ikran. It thrashed wildly, but I held on. It reared it’s head, and I flung myself around, slipping the rope around its neck and holding on tightly. I reached out, feeling it’s queue just slip out of my reach. With a final screech, the ikran rolled right off the edge of the cliff.

We were free falling. I screamed with fear and determination.

My fingers finally grasped it’s queue, and I gasped in relief. The ground was becoming dangerously close. Panic began to set in. I would have to let go of the rope to grab my own queue.

Hooking my feet together underneath it’s neck, I squeezed tightly, bracing myself. I sucked in a breath and let go.

When our queues finally connected, we didn’t stop falling. My hands gripped at the rope tightly and frantically.

STOP! I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Surprisingly, the ikran jolted to a halt. I opened one eye slowly.

The ikran’s wings beat gently, and we rose a little with each flap. “Well, damn…” I whispered.

Cautiously, I let go of the rope with one hand and stroked her neck. Her? As soon as it appeared it my head, it felt right. We landed on the forest floor, and I dismounted.

Without disconnecting our queues, I walked around to stand in front of her. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

I ran my fingers under her chin, and her tail flicked madly. I grinned. She reminded me of a puppy. A name barged to the front of my mind.

“Hey, Lady,” Her tail thumped the ground harder. “You like that, my Lady?”

A shout rang out from the top of the mountain, reminding me what I was here for. Quickly, I pulled the rope off Lady’s neck and putt it back on my belt. Leaving a last pat on her nose, I swung my leg back over her neck and we took off into the sky.

We flew almost vertically up the cliff face, soaring past the others, then circling down the land in front of them. I couldn’t help the massive grin that had planted itself on my lips.

Jake was smiling too and shaking his head slightly in disbelief. Neytiri watched with her usual air of uninterest, but I could see the glint of relief in her eyes.

Tsu’tey’s eyes were bright with pride, and he called his own ikran. “Come, first flight seals the bond.”

Lady took off again, Tsu’tey following behind on his Ikran. I laughed as we rushed through the air. We flew loops and flips and circles. Tsu’tey watched from above, but I did not miss how his lips curled up in a small smile.

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It is done. I am one of the people. The ceremony finished hours ago, and yet I am alone, sulking deep in the forest. Cupping my hands, I dip them in the river, splashing water onto my face. The paint that Tsu’tey spent so long decorating me with is ruined.

He sat with me all morning, his fingers running cross my skin. The paint was ceremonial, I know, but the way Tsu’tey touched me felt so intimate and personal. And now he wouldn’t even look at me.

The reminder felt like a stone had been dropped in my stomach. My eyes burned with tears. Were all the months we spent together for nothing? Was I a chore to him? I stared at my reflection in the water. The paint was gone.

Lady huffed from behind me and nudged my back gently.

“I know, I’m being stupid.” I sighed, wiping my face, and rising from the stream. “Why would I even think he felt anything for me? I’m not even a real Na’vi.”

A grumble sounded from a clump of bush. I sighed, running my hand down my Ikran’s nose. “Go, my Lady. I will see you later.” She took off and disappeared into the sky. “I know you’re there, Tsu’tey.”

The bane of my existence stepped out from a clump of bushes, hissing in annoyance. “What are you doing out here?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing Tsu’tey? You haven’t said a word to me since the ceremony and now you’re stalking me.” I growled back, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

Tsu’tey stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face. “You have washed off the paint.”

“Answer the question, godammit.”

“You looked beautiful.”

“Answer me- what?” My brain came to a hard stop. “What did you just say?”

Tsu’tey shrugs nonchalantly. “You heard me.”

“I- Are you serious?” I cry out, turning my back and taking a breath. “You ignore me, avoid me, then compliment me? Make up your mind.”

“I was not avoiding you…” Tsu’tey begins. I send him a dirty look over my shoulder. “I swear I was not. It is just… You are one of the people. I am simply giving you space to adjust.”

“Tsu’tey, I don’t need to ‘adjust’. I’ve spent the last six months with you. You have taught me everything I know. I don’t want that to just stop like that was nothing. I guess a little part of my believed you felt something for me, but even if this is just a job to you, it is everything to me. If there is one thing I need it’s you.”

The silence was deafening. I pressed a hand to my mouth as though it would take back what I had said. My only hope what that the sudden switch back to English would be enough. Tsu’tey stepped closer, but I kept my eyes glued to the ground. I would not look at him. I would not.

“I promise that I am not avoiding you, yawne.” Tsu’tey gently places his fingers under my chin, guiding me to look at him. He uses the same tenderness that he had that morning, and I forgot to resist. “But… you are eligible to choose a mate. I do not want to hinder your decision. It is better this way, because when it comes time, you will not need me anymore.”

The English was foreign on his lips, but the message was clear. He understood. My neck ached from tension as I tried to look away, but Tsu’tey held my face in both hands now.

“You must understand.”

“No,” I want to go home, back to Earth, anywhere that is not here, but the words spill from my tongue. “No, you do not get to decide that I cannot see you. It is not better this way. And besides, I have already chosen my mate.”

“Oh,” Tsu’tey visibly droops, hand his hands leave my face. I catch them before he can walk away.

“I chose him because he is brave and strong and he was the best teacher I could ever have been given.” We are impossibly close. I can feel his breath tickle against my lips. “I chose him a long time ago. I’m just waiting for him to choose me.”

Tsu’tey exhaled slowly, and his hand touches my face again. “You are certain it is him you want?”

“So certain. I see you, Tsu’tey. It is you I need. I do not want anyone else.”

“I see you, yawne.” Tsu’tey whispers back. His eyes bore into mine for a moment more, before he presses his lips to mine. “I am yours.”

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The pod whirrs around me as it opens. I keep my eyes closes tight, but I know Grace is standing there, staring at me.

“Put me back in.” I tell her.

“No. You need to eat.”

I open one eye to see Grace holding out a bag of dehydrated fruit. “I want to go back.”

“Eat.”

I grab the bag, making for to let out a noise of annoyance. The desperation to return to my Na’vi body burns in me as I shove food in my mouth, hands shaking. My skin is pale and dry, and I can feel the grease in my hair. Somehow, I do not care. I want to go back. Back to my Tsu’tey. My mate. Warmth tickles my stomach. I eat faster.

“Can I go now?” I ask, mouth full.

An empty laugh echoes from the pod beside me. I look around for the first time. Jake is awake, too. In his hands is a bag similar to mine. He looks horrible. But then, so do I. “Congratulations, by the way. I didn’t see you after the ceremony.”

“Thanks. You too.” I reply. He smiles, and I see Tom.

“Look what you are doing to yourselves.” Grace says. Her eyes are sad and her voice shakes. “If you keep going this way, you’ll die.”

The realisation should stir something in me, but it does not. I will die if I am not with Tsu’tey. That is worse. “Put me back.”

Grace sighs. I lie down and the pod closes on me.

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Tsu’tey’s steady breathing is calming. I can feel his heartbeat from where my head lies on his chest. His hand is threaded through the hair at the base of my head. I could stay like this forever.

An ear-splitting screech shatters the peace. Lady drops from the sky, and Tsu’tey jolts awake. His own ikran is close behind. We exchange a look, before separating to mount our ikrans. I connect my queue to Lady’s, and I am reminded of how Tsu’tey joined his queue with mine. The lack of connection is almost weakening. I am missing something I did not know I should have.

We soar over the forest towards the hometree. I keep one eye glued to Tsu’tey beside me. He gasps, and I follow his line of sight. Dread creeps over me. Huge, yellow machines, flanked by armed humans, are destroying the forest. Tsu’tey groans in pain.

Quickly, I drop from the sky and down into the trees. I yell for Tsu’tey to follow. He is furious. I can feel the angry radiating from his skin like hot coals in a fire.

Soon, we have landed, and Tsu’tey grabs his weapon in one hand, and my arm in the other. He pulls me through the crowd of shouting Na’vi. The Olo'eyktan spots him, gesturing him forward.

Tsu’tey lets go of my arm. His eyes are stony. “Stay here.”

“Tsu’tey-“

“Yawne. Stay.”

I watch as my mate rushes to the front of the crowd. The Olo'eyktan shouts over the noise. “Tsu’tey will lead the war party!”

No. There cannot be a war. If there is a war, the Na’vi will lose. They will all die. Tsu’tey raises his weapon, and the crowd cheers. I can see Grace desperately trying to make herself heard. I raise my voice.

“Stop! You must be calm.” The cheers turn to confusion. Tsu’tey sends me a look of surprise.

“This will make it worse.” Grace pleads to the Olo'eyktan.

“You do not speak here.” Tsu’tey snaps, tearing his eyes from me. My shoulders drop in disappointment. “We will strike them in the heart.”

A hand lands on my shoulder, and I spin around to see Jake. His hand is intwined with Neytiri’s. My jaw drops.

“Tsu’tey! Don’t do this.” He calls.

Olo'eyktan storms forward and points his weapon at Jake’s chest. Neytiri cries out in protest. “You have mated with my daughter.”

“Is this true?” Mo’at hissed.

Neytiri stood tall. She is brave, and I am grateful that Tsu’tey has not broken her heart by being with me. “We are mated before Eywa. It is done.”

A sigh of relief, then Tsu’tey’s hand on my waist.

“You are promised to Tsu’tey. How could you do this?” Mo’at growled. I could see Neytiri’s lips twitch slightly as she glanced over at us. The Na’vi gasp. Grace swears.

“We have welcomed you into our home,” The Olo'eyktan’s voice is dangerously low, and he stalks towards Jake. “Taught you our ways, and this is how you repay our kindness? Not only have you taken my daughter, but you have brought the enemy to us!”

“No! I am not your enemy. The enemy is out there, and they are very powerful.” Jake shouts over the noise, tossing his weapon down.

“Tsu’tey,” I plead, “You have to believe me, I had nothing to do with this, I didn’t know-”

“Calm, yawne. I know.” His voice is soothing, and his eyes meet mine. My stomach flutters a little.

“Thank you.”

He nods, before pulling me behind him and turning his attention back to the furious Olo'eyktan. I tear my eyes off him just in time to see Jake’s eyes roll back in his head. He drops to the floor. Tsu’tey isn’t quick enough to catch me before I follow.

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[cozymoko]

ok so you just made a platonic yandere vampire knights post and that made me excited a d I had an idea. So you know how the Kurans are the highest rank in vampire society but what if there was one family higher than them who had a daughter that is maybe Yuki's age and Kaname was platonic yandere for her. Cuz I like to see how would Kaname treat someone of a higher rank than them. Thx❤️

PLATONIC! YAN. KANAME WITH A HIGHER RANKED PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸

Includes: Yandere platonic! Kaname Kuran from “Vampire knight”

Note: I got a little carried away. btw...FEM READER.

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): platonic yandere

Kaname had met you at a huge ball thrown in your honor. Every vampire in the land was required to attend as the [Last Name] family hardly graced the world with their presence. Seeing as the Kurans are second in command of the vampire world, how could they possibly ignore such an extraordinary invitation from their lovely superiors?

Kaname had only met your parents once, hundreds of years ago, long before you were conceived. They were terribly polite and well-conversed, too much so. Speaking with them felt artificial — lifeless even. He'd hardly thought they were capable of raising a child in any way.

He could not be any more wrong.

To his surprise, you were the exact opposite of them. You held a childlike joy brighter than the stars littering the night sky. A fancy dress was tightly tied around your small frame with ruffles and subtle ribbons sewn to its fabric. He admired your personality and the rawness of it. You reminded him of a human with how much emotion you displayed. It was charming!

“Hello there, are you perhaps Lady [Name]?”

A man with almost shoulder-length, well-groomed chocolate strands had approached you. He looked to be no older than sixteen yet he was older than you. But as your mother always told you, ‘With vampires, looks can be deceiving. Thus, do not make assumptions.’

“Oh, yes...hello there.” You bowed rather awkwardly, having little time to fully master your etiquette for such a large event.

He rested a gloved hand over his mouth in a pitiful attempt to stifle his laughter. You're adorable. Bowing to someone below you was such a simple yet, humorous mistake.

You tilted your head, folding your arms tightly over your chest. An angry huff flew past your lips, much faster than you could've stopped it. Remembering your mothers' words, you were quick to adjust your posture and unfold your arms. “S-sorry.”

Kaname chucked outwardly. Another apology? Just how cute can you be! “It's quite alright. There's no need to apologize, honestly.”

Kanme finds himself spending much more time at your manor, in hopes of seeing you. Perhaps. Though if that were the case it surely wouldn't surprise the King and Queen of the vampire world. The boy made it painfully obvious in their eyes, and they were more than willing to allow him such a wish.

As funny as it may seem, Kaname treats you like a princess, which you technically are. From birth, he was taught to show the utmost respect to your family. Rightfully so, as they held an immense amount of influence in the supernatural world and you would do the same.

Despite how dearly he held you, there was a line he was not willing to cross. Reprehending you or going against your wishes left a bitter taste on his tongue; unpleasant and hard to swallow. In his eyes, you could do no wrong

Kaname cares for you ineffably, and by the age of ten, you were well aware of it. You knew he had a sister as he very seldomly spoke of her, and frankly, you were curious about her — who she was.

Lying to you didn't make him feel the slightest bit at ease. Twisting the truth to such a sweet girl was a sin like no other, yet he felt as though it was necessary. The possibility of you growing close to Yuki was far too strong. The thought alone made him ill.

“Kaname~! When can I meet Yuki?” You whined, giving the end of his coat a soft tug. “You make her sound like an angel the way you talk about her.”

“You are the angel, Lady [Name],” He smiled, gently taking your hands in his own. You giggled, seeing as his hand nearly engulfed your much smaller ones. “I'm afraid I don't know when you'll have the opportunity to see Yuki.”

It seems that Kaname is the perfect person to stand by your side. Your parents thought so too, seeing as the Kurans were second in command in the vampire world, and his pureblood abilities would deem useful.

On that note, upon your exposure to the world, meetings were something you were required to attend; with or without your parents. Kaname is more than happy to stick by your side, as he fears for your safety when left alone with such atrocious men.

You'd always found it strange how distant some aristocrats appeared. It'd soured your mood on more than one occasion. Truth be told, Kaname took it upon himself to remove their horrid influence on you; well, the possibility of it. Not just anyone was allowed to speak with you.

Times like these make Kaname quite thankful for his authoritative power in the world. He'd hate to dirty his hands with the foul blood of those old cretins, in front of you nonetheless. But my dear they were a few unlucky ones. (Hanabusa watch your back).

Without knowing it you would grow fairly attached to the Kuran. Unfortunately, that was his plan. Once you've fully grown dependent on him, he will finally be able to ensure your safety. It's only a matter of time before you mature and rule in your parents' place. Sure, loyalty wouldn't be difficult to come by, for it comes naturally to your family. Yet the thought pains him so terribly.

No matter how long your ruling may be. The struggles you come across. Kaname will be there to coddle you and fix them as he always does. You wouldn't have to lift so much as a finger!

Kaname will forever serve you. No matter the choices you make or the emotions you feel. You will always be his little vampire princess.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

JJ Maybank x fem!reader[1.8K] friends to lovers, through the years sort of fluff.

When JJ Maybank was sixteen years old, he learned how to style his unruly hair, ride his surfboard to the shoreline without tumbling off and how to make girls fall at his feet. 

He knew how to smirk just right, baby blue eyes glittering and he’d turned to you all charm, flirt and false bravado and said:

“Don’t go falling in love with me, my old man says I’m no good for pretty girls like you.”  

You’d snorted and rolled your eyes, the back of your hand smacking at his chest ‘cause you were his best friend and he was a stupid boy with a stupid amount of confidence. 

But suddenly you were both older and JJ Maybank was still your best friend. He had the ocean in his lungs, saltwater skin and a map of the whole island hardwired into his brain. He looked at you the same way he did back then, with sticky fondness and adoration, a little heat and too much playfulness to be taken seriously. 

And you’d done exactly what he’d told you not to do, all those years ago on the porch of the chateau. 

You’d fallen in love with him. 

It was hard not to. JJ was all sun bleached hair that was messy with sea salt and sand, with a penchant for trouble and a loyalty to you that made your heart burn. For a boy that was taught he was no good, nothing but trouble, destined for despair, JJ Maybank tumbled through the island with the brightest smile there was. 

He made it too easy. 

He was a hand held in the dark, a shared joint, the one at your side when the waves got too big and the ocean got too deep. He was bruised knuckles and bad decisions, he was a boy that said he didn’t know how to love but poured all of it over you anyway, a constant touch, familiar and warm and full of affection. He was the solid wall of heat in bed next to you after a party gone too late, he was smoke and salt and sun and he was a kiss that sometimes got too close. 

Everyone thought he was yours anyway. The same way they all thought you were his. Everyone assumed it, two best friends who’d grown up together, scraped knees and detention at seven years old, fighting for each other in the school yard at thirteen, fists swinging, legs kicking, the others names etched into your heart. 

A shared joint at seventeen, fingers touching, legs tangled in the hammock at John B’s, your head on his chest and his hand resting on the curve of your stomach because the constant need to touch each other was normal normal normal. 

A bad storm brewing at eighteen, the island too loud, much louder than it had ever been and your house was as empty as JJ’s. So the boy rode his bike through the wind, both of you making stupid decisions for the other ‘cause that’s all it took. You told yourself not to watch when he stood at the side of your bed in the dark of your room and stripped off his shirt, no his socks, his shoes. 

‘Cause the sky was an angry purple outside, the rain had started and the ocean was furious but the heat of the island sun had been trapped under the cloud since that afternoon and everything about JJ was warm. 

Neither of you had hesitated when he crawled in beside you, when the thunder rolled and the trees outside your house groaned in protest. It didn’t take much to touch, bodies curling into each other, no party, no alcohol, no weed and smoke to numb the sensation of skin on skin. 

Nothing had happened apart from sleep and hands wandered almost too bravely. But it all ended with strong arms wrapped around your waist, your cheek to his chest, his on the crown of your head and the boy called you princess before you closed your eyes. 

After that, it was all shared clothes, JJ’s shirts hanging open over your bikinis, threaded bracelets made by you adorning his wrists, some faded and old, aged with seawater, bleached by the sun. And there was the fine gold chain around his neck, your initial hanging from it ‘cause you’d bought it for yourself and after three beers and too much flirting, the boy had stolen it in jest and never gave it back. 

You’d never asked for it.  

Your friends didn’t comment on it, not too much, not anymore. Raised eyebrows from John B when you sat too close, a knowing look and a smirk from Kiara when JJ got high and touchy and wanted you on his lap. Full on heart eyes from Sarah when she watched the boy watch you across the sand, his own gaze softer than she’d ever seen it. Pope was just sick of hearing about you. 

And then JJ turned twenty, fought his dad for one last time and took what cash he had and rented a fish shack much, much older than the one he’d grown up in on the edge of Rixon’s Cove. It had a bed and an old sofa, a toaster that didn’t work and a mildew spotted coffee machine that Sarah promptly binned and not much else. 

But it was free of fist sized holes in the wall, the glitter of smashed glass on the carpets that would never disappear and it was so, so quiet. It was JJ’s and that’s all that mattered. 

You kept your board beside his on the porch and JJ saved an empty drawer for you without you having to even ask. There was a toothbrush for you in the bathroom, your shampoo next to his in the shower even though stole your bottle on a regular basis. 

The only thing that made the carpets glitter was pulled in sand from the beach after days in the water, noses burned, new freckles on shoulders and bodies exhausted from riding wave after wave. 

You stayed more than you didn’t, John B quickly realising that when the rest of them eventually rolled off the sofa after a movie, when the stars were out and everyone was yawning, he didn’t need to ask you if you needed a ride home. ‘Cause you were already leaning into JJ, his shirt acting like your pyjamas, his wide, warm hand curled around your thigh as if he was daring someone to try and take you away. 

And when you lay in his bed with him at night, an overly comfortable closeness, next to no space between you, you thought about the young boy, messy haired and scraped knees, who told you not to fall in love with him. 

You wondered if he knew you’d done it anyway, hopelessly so, recklessly so. You lay in the dark with your nose pushed to JJ’s neck ‘cause he’d fall asleep and refuse to let you go, and you wondered if he’d rebelled like he always did and fallen in love with you too. 

He always told you that he’d grown up seeing nothing but vodka and viciousness between his parents, how he didn’t know what love between a boy and his girl was supposed to look like but… but—

JJ slept with his hand pushed up the back of your shirt, wide hand splayed over your spine and he held you closer than he ever dared to when he was awake. He softened around the edges in sleep, blonde hair falling over his eyes, lashes casting navy shadows across high cheekbones. 

His thumb would stoke over your skin, make you shiver, keep you safe. And when he was bone tired or maybe too far gone after an extra joint he shouldn’t have shared with John B or Kie, he’d push his face to the crook of your neck, or the soft of your chest and sleep there, lips grazing over what skin he could reach in a sleepy kiss he didn’t even know he was giving you. 

On your twenty-first birthday you got too drunk at the boneyard, sand between your toes and your shirt lost to the ocean. You spun around the bonfire with boys you didn’t know in your shorts and a cherry red bikini top and JJ got too angry too quick. 

Maybe it was the lukewarm beer, maybe it was the island heat or maybe it was just sheer and utter jealousy, ugly and sad and causing him to yell and you to yell back louder. 

Pope and John B took him home, told him he needed to calm down and think about what he wanted to say to you in the morning cause it had been well over a decade of watching you both trip and fall into some kind of wonderful not relationship and they weren’t going to sit back and watch the boy wreck it one night. 

The next day, when you woke up at the chateau, too warm from the afternoon sun and the smell of cheap coffee in the air, you found JJ on the porch with his head hung low and a tiny box in his lap, a messy bow wrapped around it. 

He was the colour of the sun, of summer, all gold and bronze and eyes bluer than the surf. He’d looked tired, a little defeated but then he’d lifted his head and spotted you at the door, barefoot, bare legged and swamped by his old Pelican Marina shirt. 

He didn’t say sorry, neither did you, didn’t have to after all these years. But he held out his hand and gave you the box, whispered ‘happy birthday’ and tried his hardest to keep his cheeks from going pink when you opened it. 

There was another gold chain, finer than his own, a delicate ‘J’ hanging from it. You let it twist around your fingers, swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, eyes glassy, smile watery. 

Neither of you had said anything, no questions had been asked, but JJ saw you nod and he grinned, twisted his lips to try and hide the most genuine kind of joy and he didn’t hesitate when you handed him the box, turning to life your hair from your neck. 

You could feel the huff of his nervous breath over the nape of it, baby hairs lifting with how close he was. His fingers traced the skin there long after he’d closed the clasp, the necklace and his initial setting above your breast bone. And then, a kiss, one that was real and one he gave you when you were both fully awake and completely sober. 

The softest little touch, his lips against the back of your neck, barely above the space between your shoulder blades and it was hardly there and it burned all at once. It was awfully innocent and utterly possessive, it was an apology, it was a claim, it was a promise, it was the start of something else. 

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[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise - c. 23

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Green and White.

Daegon settles beside Helaena, her fingers delicately dancing upon the silken beads of her new creation. “My mother speaks about the marriage between your mother and uncle,” she whispered in her earthly voice. “They were wed, and my father is cross,” he answered. He couldn’t understand his father’s anger - Alyssa told him that their father would never understand them. Harwin was from the Andals, and they were Valryians. Instead, he finds himself understanding his granduncle, Daemon, who has comforted him with every sleepless night. Daemon was his true father, not Harwin. 

“Mother says it isn’t right for a woman to take two husbands.” she mimicked her mother’s rants - he frowns. Queen Alicent was not a Targaryen - she wouldn’t understand them. “It is not wrong, the Seven Gods forbid it - but we are above their customs.” he mumbled, avoiding a conflict of interest with his friend. Helaena hums, and returns her attention to the embroidery. 

She and her siblings were always closer to men than gods. Their voices were hollow and thin, their faces were soft and unstriking. They were not dragons, merely shells of the dragonlords before them. “I suppose, mother rarely makes sense.” she agreed, prickling her finger with a tiny needle. 

A gasp escapes her mouth and Daegon takes her finger gently. “Are you alright?” he inquired, wiping the blood away from her bloodied pointer. “Yes,” she replies - and he takes the embroidery away from her lap. “I’ll do it for you, muña and Alyssa taught me.” he offered, navigating the design with ease. 

Finishing the gold and white dragon.

—

Harwin sits with his legs open, eyes drunkenly staring at his wife. His heart was pounding with betrayal - agony that coursed through his veins. “You have forfeited all rights in being disappointed with me.” she grits her teeth - his eyes were solely focused on her. “Your uncle has lied to you. He wishes to have you, as would any man that has the glory of your presence. There is nothing but respect between me and Rhaenyra.” he lied, pleading his fake innocence. 

She takes a step forward, taller than him by a few inches - as he was sitting down. “Do not lie to me,” she warns. He stands up, his armor clinks - and he stares at her blankly, a hint of desperation in his sad irises. “I have been your dutiful husband. This betrayal is harming me and our children.” he lied, avoiding her eyes. “Our children? Since when have you cared for them?” she antagonized. There was no point in swaying her - not when her decision was already firm. 

“I have loved our children since I first held them in my hands. Two babes that are born because of our love.” he confessed. 

“Rhaenyra’s children are yours, are they not?” she scoffed, his eyes turned to the ground. His lips were pursed, his eyes held nothing but shame. He was silent and sulking - a contract to her body that held nothing but confidence. “I know of the affair between you. I have been idle for all these years because of the vultures that seek my father’s throne. I love my sister, Harwin - and you’ve made it hard to do so.” she explained, fists clenched. 

“I’ve been a horrible husband.” he groans, heart threatening to collapse in his chest. “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, all efforts of reconciliation dying with the flames that came out of Melarys’ mouth. His wife’s anger was dangerous - slow to anger, and slow to forgive. He didn’t want to be at the end of her sword - not when he was still at her mercy. 

“Return to Harrenhal, forget about your life here.” she levied. 

There was a time that she cared for him, but those days were spent - gone with the wind. “You cannot ask me to do that,” he argued. 

“It is what I want,” she interrupted. 

“- I will kill you if you cannot give me that.” 

—

“Betroth your daughter to my grandson.” Otto opened his mouth, lips pressed into a thin line. It wasn’t a question - it was a demand. “Why should I do that, my lord?” Saera inquired - eyes glaring at his figure. There were lords across the realm aiming for her daughter’s hand, but she wasn’t letting go of Alyssa. 

“War is brewing, you are aware of that.” he pointed, attempting to dominate the conversation. Saera rolls her eyes - he wasn’t smart. “Brewing because?” she interrogated, prepared to bold towards her father’s chambers and accuse his hand of treason. “Aegon is the rightful heir to the iron throne,” Otto began, circling her with confidence. 

“Rhaenyra wishes to be Queen - and you are left defenseless.” he breathed, stating the plain obvious. “Your sister is heir because of decree, and it can be vanquished - because the Lords of Westeros are not in favor of her. Which leaves you where, my lady?” he proposed. 

“Are you suggesting that I help you supplant my sister as heir?” she insinuated, but he shakes his head with a delicate chuckle. 

“I’m merely suggesting a path to safety. We must engage Princess Alyssa to Prince Aemond, it is the only way for peace.” 

—

The fire had grown too high, and Harwin had just recently awoken. Behind him, he could hear his father's screams as he desperately tried to claw his way out of his room. "Father!" he screams as he takes a crowbar and begins prying the metal doors open.

Lord Lyonel bangs his hands upon the wall, "Harwin, leave!" he commanded but his son would not listen. He could not have his father die — the situation at court was a delusional one, they both had to defend their honors and succeed against The Rogue Prince's elusiveness.

"No," he refused as the fire gently stalked towards his foot. "Harwin, as your father. I command you to leave!" Lord Lyonel exclaims as his son continues banging across the door.

Harwin knew that he was powerful — that he was more than capable of saving his loved one. "And as your son, I apologize!" he yells back as he successfully derails the doorknob.

But by this time, the fire had grown too much to bear. He only realized that his flesh was burning, when the ringing in his ear halted.

He screamed loudly — and was brought back to rumors of Harren's Curse. He falls onto the ground, as his father's screams begin to drown out of his ears.

He desperately tries to extinguish the flame in his forearm. Only to fail, and for the fire to reach his entire body.

He yells in agony, as his flesh falls apart.

And with every last breath of Harwin Strong, he was cruelly reminded that those who try to fight fire are only destined to burn.

—

“I leave Princess Alyssa to you, Queen Alicent - may you guide her in my absence.” Saera smiles, placing hand on top of her daughter’s head. They were needed in Harrenhal - to guide her eldest son in his new position as lord of his house. “Are you sure that you don’t want to leave with your mother?” Queen Alicent asks the little girl, and she nods. Alyssa didn’t want to step foot inside of Harrenhal - in fear that her father’s ghosts would come to haunt them. 

Saera gently wiped the tears away from her daughter’s eyes. “We will return - for your nameday and all your cousin’s namedays. You can visit us, if you wish.” she explained, wrapping her arms around Alyssa in a deep embrace. 

“I love you, my dear.” she pressed a kiss on her forehead. 

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[goosewriting]

Wherever you go, I go - part 2

summary: reader’s adventures on the Mantis continue.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, pure fluff at the end 

word count: 2.8k 

A/N: this one’s a bit shorter ;;w;; i’m planning on doing a third chapter, where we will finally learn what reader did that got a bounty on their head 

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here) | Part 3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

After admitting your mutual feelings, watching Cal leave the Mantis to go around risking his life was even harder. You knew about the importance of the mission, but still, it tugged at your heart a little stronger every time.

You had managed to convince the redhead to let you tag along on Zeffo, around the abandoned village at least. When he went into the ice caves and beyond, he told you to stay on the ship.

So that’s where you spend most of your time, mainly helping out as the “medic”. That’s your assigned role by Cere, so to speak. But you also help out by assisting her in intercepting and decoding Imperial messages. She taught you how to do it and you caught on quickly. You also help Greez with ship repairs and maintenance here and there. Really you’re an all-rounder, and while the Mantis could get a little too crowded sometimes with four people on board, they seem happy to have you around. Or at least you like to think so.

Right now, you’re headed to Kashyyyk to look for someone named Tarfful. After jumping out of hyperspace, you’re met with a giant Imperial ship lurking over the planet. They seem to be preoccupied with something else though, as the Mantis sneaks right past it. Still you can’t help holding your breath until you’re out of range from it. As you get closer to the jungle-covered surface, you almost crash into an Imperial fighter in pursuit of a guerilla fighter. Greez scolds Cal for not checking the scanners, but he gets up, already heading for the door. He claims to have a plan: hijacking the Imperial walkers wading through the water towards the edge of the jungle, where you assume there’s a battle front. 

Before you can even process what he’s about to do, Cal presses the button to open the main hatch, and the door opens with a hiss.

“Hey, do me a favour,” Cere says to him before he exits. “Stay alive down there?”

“I’ll add it to the plan,” Cal retorts with a grin and walks out onto the ramp.

“If you're gonna jump, you better do it now, kid.,” Greez calls from the cockpit.

“Hold on,” you say, approaching the open door, shielding your body from the strong winds with your arms. “You’re not seriously gonna just jump?!” 

Cal shrugs his shoulders in response, shooting you a smirk and a wink before letting himself fall backwards from the ramp.

“Cal!” you call after him, but Cere pulls you back and closes the door before you get any ideas of following after him. 

“Oh no you don’t,” she scolds you. “You stay on the ship.”

“I swear one of these days he’s gonna give me a heart attack,” you mutter as you go back to the cockpit, trying to spot him from the windows. But the ship is too high up, and there’s a veil of fog covering the water below, so you can’t really make out too much.

When you finally land, you exit the Mantis first and make your way to Cal with an accusing finger pointing at him. He raises his hands in defeat. You low-key want to smack him across the face, but you forgive him easily; it’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s that cute.

The rest of the crew joins you and Cal introduces everyone to Saw Gerrera. He and his fighters want to attack the refinery to free it from the Empire, where Wookiees are being held as slaves and prisoners. They quickly go over the plan and Saw leaves with his troops, telling Cal to join them when he’s ready.

You stay behind with Cere and Greez on the Mantis to intercept transmissions and offer support from here. Standing at the base of the ramp, Cal holds your hands, giving them one last squeeze.

“Be safe,” you plead, and you wish you didn’t sound so worried because you know he can feel it, but you can’t help it.

“I promise,” he responds with a smile, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your cheek, and then he takes off towards the refinery. 

After a couple of steps Cal turns back around one last time and you wave to him. You can hear BD’s beeps, probably saying his goodbyes. Even after they’re gone from view, you stand there a little longer, already missing the redhead. You huff and shake your head. I have to be brave for him, you tell yourself. So you go back to the ship to help Cere with the transmissions.

It isn't until about 20 minutes later that you try to contact Cal the first time to ask how it’s going, but there’s no response. In fact, you can’t get through at all. It’s like someone cut off the connection. You keep trying to get through, to no avail.

Immediately you fear the worst, so you tell Cere. 

“You think there’s an Inquisitor here?” you ask, fearful.

“Cal has fought them before, he’s strong,” Cere says, as she turns to Greez. He shifts in his seat.

“I mean, there’s a chance they caught up to him,” the captain starts, averting his eyes from both of you. “Cal did mention bounty hunters on Zeffo. Maybe…” He trails off for a moment. “Oh no.”

“They, who?” you question. 

– – –

You’re pacing back and forth on the Mantis, trying to get the worry and stress out of your system. You almost threw one of the tools lying nearby at the Latero when he confessed that he had a big debt from his gambling days that he hadn’t paid off yet. Because of it, bounty hunters were after Cal, apparently.

Sitting down on the cot, you exhale deeply. You had to remove yourself from the cockpit as Greez set course to Ordo Eris, the stronghold of the Haxion Brood. You didn’t want to say or do something you’d regret later. The only thing you could do now was pray to any deity you could think of that Greez was right and you weren’t just ditching Cal on Kashyyyk. And also hope that if he had actually gotten kidnapped, that he was still in one piece. From the few things Greez told you about their leader, Sorc Tormo, he didn’t sound like a pleasant fellow. Then again, Cal has BD with him. They’re a great team, and Cal has only gotten stronger in such a short period of time. Surely, they’re fine. 

You repeat that last thought in your mind like a mantra, until Cere finally announces you’re about to arrive. You quickly make your way to the cockpit and catch the Mantis jumping out of hyperspace, now flying towards a construction seemingly built into an asteroid. It actually looks kind of cool, and you’d take some more time appreciating the architecture if it wasn’t for Cal being in danger.

Greez flies the ship without hesitation towards a tower.

“Hold on to something!” he warns not long before the ship breaks through one of the big panels and into the building. 

Cere is already at the door, calling out to Cal. When he finally steps through the hatch into the Mantis in one piece, you’re so relieved you could pass out right then and there. But a new wave of worry comes crashing down on you as you the state he’s in; he clearly took a beating, and who knows how long he’s been like this. 

Greez makes quick work of getting the ship out of there. Meanwhile Cal tells everyone the bad news. It doesn’t escape you how he’s leaning onto the back of Cere’s seat for support. You also don’t miss the fact the only thing on his mind is the mission, and not his well-being, apparently. You lightly shake your head as you approach him.

“The Empire knows about the Holocron,” Cal informs everyone, then he turns to Cere with a slight grimace. “And I had a nice chat with the Second Sister, Trilla.”

You’re trying to have Cal lean onto you for support so you can take him to the back to patch him up, but you stop moving at his words. There’s an uncharacteristic venom laced in his voice. 

“What did she tell you?” Cere asks, calculating. 

“She told me you betrayed her to the Empire,” he spits. “Is it true?” 

Cere hesitates for a moment, and you can feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“She was my apprentice before the purge,” she finally states, and it’s obvious she’s deflecting the question. 

“You should have told me!” Cal retorts, and you can feel him shaking. 

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyyk,” Greez interrupts the two.

Cal and Cere share one last sour look before Cal moves towards the holotable. The message is from Mari Kosan, one of Gerrera’s fighters. They found Tarfful and he wants to meet Cal. But the Empire overran their position at the refinery. Some of the fighters stayed back while Gerrera went off-world. 

Back to Kashyyyk it is, then. Greez sets the course, and the ship’s engines roar as it enters hyperspace. 

You quickly lead Cal away before he can say anything else to Cere. When you tell him that you couldn’t reach his commlink, he tells you that Trilla rerouted all communications. He tried contacting you as well, but couldn't.

When you get to the cot, you sit him down and get the first aid box. You take off his poncho and his vest to take a closer look at his injuries. He’s a bit scratched up but luckily he looked worse than it actually was. 

After giving him a stim, cleaning up his wounds and discarding the used gauze, you take one last look at Cal before nodding and finally allowing yourself to properly breathe again. He visibly feels much better now.

“There, all done,” you say, cupping his cheek. 

“Thanks, cupcake,” Cal responds, and you feel the heat violently erupt on your face.

“Where’d that come from?” you manage to ask, failing to hold back a flustered chuckle.

“To be honest, I have no idea,” he responds with a sheepish smile, a blush spreading on his cheeks as well. “If you don’t like it–”

“No no, I do,” you’re quick to interrupt him. “I could get used to it.” 

After a moment, you turn around to put away the first aid box on the shelves on the opposite side.

“Oh, I remembered a new trick on Kashyyyk, by the way,” Cal says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Really?” you ask, turning around and leaning back on the wall. “I hope it’s better than the wall running.”

Cal extends his arms towards you, and you feel an invisible force pushing you off the wall and bringing you forward until you come to a halt standing between Cal’s legs, his hands gently holding onto your waist to help you keep your balance. He looks up at you with a stupid grin and raises his brows, as if to tell you “not bad, right?”.

“I guess it is better,” you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve…”

Suddenly his gaze shifts from mischievous to a little more serious, and his eyes momentarily flicker to your lips and back up. Involuntarily, your breath hitches, and you start leaning in, your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. The butterflies in your stomach are out of control, and you swallow in an attempt to calm down and not mess this up, and–

Both you and Cal freeze as you hear your name being called from the cockpit. 

You pull away, removing your hands from him rather stiffly. The look of disappointment on his face has your chest tightening in pain for a second.

“I better go,” you say sheepishly. “Make sure to get some rest, okay?”

“Right,” Cal sighs, waiting just for a moment longer in case you don’t go just yet, but you turn around and make your way to the front of the ship, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment once you have your back to him. He leans down onto the cot with a quiet groan, placing his arm over his forehead. 

The call came from Cere; she needs your help with some intercepted transmissions, so that’s what you work on for some time. Once you’re done, you start tinkering with Cal’s commlink, changing some parts and improving the wiring, so it wouldn’t be as easy to jam or reroute communications in the future.

It takes you a while to make those improvements, and once you’re finally done, you stand up with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. It’s time for you to hit the bed as well. 

As you get up from the round table, you notice that Greez isn’t in his captain’s seat. You were so focused on your work that you must have missed him walking by. Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, looking forward to cuddling with Cal, as you’ve had to share a bed ever since you came onboard the Mantis. You hope it wouldn’t be weird after what happened earlier, though.

Just as you’re passing the threshold to the back of the ship, Greez walks past you. Cal is sitting on the cot and not sleeping, as he should be. You push him back down onto the bed, telling him to scoot over so you can fit as well.

“What did Greez want?” you ask as you get comfortable. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. He apologised, actually” Cal answers, lying down behind you and pulling you into his chest. “For the whole Haxion Brood thing.” He pauses for a moment, and you look over your shoulder. “He also said I should cut Cere some slack for the whole… Trilla situation.”

You lie back down, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m actually not sure what I’ll do once I find the Holocron,” Cal admits, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you offer, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “For now, let’s focus on the mission at hand. A lot can happen until then.” 

Cal doesn’t answer, but he hugs you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to doze off into some much needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s because of Cere shaking your shoulder not so gently, telling you to get up. You respond with a groan, hiding your face in the pillow. 

“Get up, we’re about to arrive,” Cere says with a warning tone that leaves no place for discussion. So you have no choice but get up. 

Again on Kashyyyk, Cal gets ready to go meet this Tarfful guy. Or rather, Wookiee. After plans are made and equipment is checked, it’s time for him to go. 

“Here, your new and improved commlink,” you announce to Cal, holding out the device. 

Cal thanks you with a smile, taking it from your hands and pocketing it away. BD beeps, telling him it’s time to go. But he stands there looking at you for a second longer. 

“Be careful, okay?” you plead in a quiet voice.

“I promise,” he assures you with his usual smile, but his eyes are searching yours for something else, and that’s all it takes for you to momentarily block out the rest of the world and do what you’ve been wanting to since probably the first day you ever laid eyes on the redhead. 

“Wait, come here,” you say and your hands reach up to hold his poncho. “You have something on your face.” 

You pull him down until his nose brushes against yours.

“Me,” you whisper, and capture his lips with yours. Cal makes an adorable sound of surprise, but is quick to kiss you back. By the way his hand snakes around your torso and comes to a sudden halt at the small of your back, you can tell it’s taking him a lot of effort to hold back right now. For some reason, that makes you feel even bolder, so before pulling back, you give his bottom lip a nibble. 

Cal lets out a “phew” with a cocky smirk, running his hand through his hair, and it’s illegal how handsome he looks right now. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one with tricks up my sleeves, huh?” he says and you laugh, now slightly embarrassed as you realise everyone on the landing platform just saw you. 

“Off you go,” you tell Cal, giving him a playful push on his chest, and he leans in to quickly steal one last kiss, then takes off with a wink.

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A/N 2: i couldn’t find any info on how the bounty hunter kidnapping scene ties into the story (to me it felt kinda random when playing), so it seems a lot of the surrounding parts were scrapped and all that was left was greez’ dialogue about gambling. but i wanted to use the scene, so i hope it made sense lol // screenshot is mine

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[reytiri]

l. Prolouge

Pairing: Neteyam x y/n

Masterlist || next

Taglist: @laaalox @dakotali @abbersreads @fanboyluvr

"Y/n! Y/n" You heard an all to familiar voice was heard running towards you from the distance. You were sat with your elder brother and mother, weaving baskets for the latest hunt.

"Y/n!" Neteyam spoke as he stood before you and your family. You smiled looking up at the boy who was found holding a large fish.

"Look what I caught!" He said proudly holding the fish in front of you. You looked up admiring the catch. "Wow! It's huge!" You smiled up at him.

"Do you love me more than your bow now?" He asked softly his eyes meeting yours with smile beaming from his face.

"no," You said softly continuing working on your basket.

"You will one day," He said determined.

"We'll see," You sighed looking down at your basket once more.

-

You were sat on the hallelujah mountains admiring the beauty around you as Neteyam flew around you on his ikran. He was so proud he tamed one before any of the others his age. You being a year younger were excited for him.

"y/n! Look how fast i'm going!" He squealed excitedly.

You simply smiled at him. "Love me more than your bow?" He asked once again. He asked you frequently.

"No," You laughed softly.

He simply shook his head. "Let's go," He smiled at you landing beside you. You hopped onto the ikran hooking your arms around him.

-

Today, had been one of the worst days of your life. You sat before Jake and Neytiri as they dropped the most heart aching news to you and your brother.

"The ceremony will be held tomorrow," Jake said softly. Neytiri rubbed your back softly. The news of your parents death took you strong. Both gone before they were able to see you grow into yourself.

"Thank you sir," Is all your brother said. He softly took your hand preparing to lead you back to your family hammock but you could not move. Frozen with grief as one would put it. Your heart ached more than you have ever known possible.

You father, the one who gave you his bow, when you begged to be a hunter like him. The bow his father taught him to hunt with. You cherished it and now more than ever would continue too.

"Please y/n, come," Your brother begged. He felt the same way but had to remain strong. Your father always told him to be the man when the time came. He knew the risk.

You silently stood from neytiri's grasp.

You allowed your brother to lead you back to your hammock.

"I can't," You broke down as your brother stopped before the hammock. "I can't be here," You cried. Tears running down your face. You turned running from home tree.

Neteyam saw you and ran after you.

"y/n!" He called out. He wanted nothing more than to help you right now. He had heard of your parents and desperately wanted to comfort you.

Once he caught up to your he grabbed your arm, allowing you to fall into his chest. He arms wrapped around you holding you up.

He shushed you as he held you close. "I know, I know," He said softly rubbing your back.

"They're gone," You muffled out against his chest.

"I know, I know," He sighed. He wanted nothing more than to take this pain away from you.

He brought his hands to your cheeks guiding you to look at him.

"y/n, you are so strong you are gonna be okay I promise." He said softly. You nodded at his words, knowing you needed to be strong. Your father would be ashamed at your current actions. He would be demanded strength.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Chasing Ghosts || Stephen Strange

Summary: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k

You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.

You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.

“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”

“Why do you care?” You said as you gripped the book tighter. “You taught yourself.”

“I know.” He sighed, taking a step closer and closing the portal behind him. “But I didn’t care about my own safety.”

His scarred fingers trembled as he lifted them to your cheek and you leant into the soft touch.

“If I were any other student you wouldn’t stop them.” You murmured as you focused on his cape collar that was constantly curling up.

“But you aren’t any other student.” He sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are my everything.”

“Then help me, teach me how to commune with the spirits.” You begged as you gripped the collar of his cloak and pleaded with your eyes. “Please.”

“Nothing good comes from chasing ghosts.” He said, pulling away ruefully with a shake of his head. “Your parents wouldn’t want this, let them rest in peace.”

He struck his fingers out and the book was torn from your grasp to disappear into a portal that opened in the library. It closed before you could even try to counteract it and you turned your back on Stephen, storming your way across the room to your bed and throwing yourself down among the sheets. You felt the bedding dip under his weight and curled up away from him but he didn’t get the message.

“This is for your own good.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You sniffed. “I just want to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye.”

“I know.” His body curled behind yours, his arm draping over your waist before his cloak covered you both against the cool air of the night. “You’ll be strong enough one day, just be patient.”

When you woke you found Stephen had already left and you forced yourself to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was no way you could possibly eat breakfast with the turmoil clenching your gut so you sat at your desk and opened the bottom drawer, your fingers dancing over the etched title. It wouldn’t take Stephen long to realise the book he had sent back to the library was just a basic grimoire if he checked so you flipped the pages open and located the spell you were after.

Taking a deep breath you imagined the veil between life and death, similar to the mirror dimension. Your movements flowed smoothly, the eldritch magic building and concentrating to your fingertips as golden light cast in a myriad of symbols. The air suddenly grew colder and the light above flickered before the bulb shattered, fear creeping in as you began to lose hold on the spell.

“You just couldn’t help yourself.” Stephen growled as he broke through your locked door and saw the pages open on your desk. “I told you that you weren’t ready.”

You couldn’t answer as it felt like death had a hold on your throat, squeezing the very air from your lungs as you tried to speak. “He…lp.”

Stephen’s eyes widened and he remembered where he had read to the night before, the warnings for those who cast the spell. He was not about to let your soul be the price for your mistake, no matter how angry he was. Unlocking the Time Stone from the necklace he wore, he rewound time to when you found the book and took it away so the future you had just lived dissolved out of existence.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as the air rushed back into your lungs with a deep shuddering breath.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe that.” He spat before departing as quickly as he arrived.

You fell to the chair behind your desk, feeling guilty for what had transpired and wishing you could make it right. After an hour of pondering you knew you needed to find Stephen and apologise properly so you raised your sling ring and imagined his study. Another portal was opening just as yours did and you looked at Stephen’s surprised face.

“I was just coming to find you.” You said, closing the needless portal as Stephen stepped through his. “I wanted to-”

“Before you say anything further.” Stephen interrupted coolly. “I want you to know that what you did was absolutely reckless and could have got you killed.”

Your head dropped and your heart hurt at the disappointment in his tone. “I know.”

“But, I can’t punish you for something I would have done if it were me. That doesn’t excuse you, I’m still upset that you lied to me. And, that you tricked me with a child’s ruse.” His lip twitched as he tried not to smile and he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the meditation chamber at noon. Oh, and bring the necklace your parents gave you, you’ll need it to anchor their spirits.”

Your jaw dropped and you threw yourself into his arms, his hands gripping your hips as he ducked his head down to meet your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered between kisses that deepened with each passing second. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. I’m only doing this because you are so stubborn you’ll probably try another stunt.” He sighed. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”

“I won’t.”

Your fingers trailed down his chest, reaching for the leather belt strapped around his waist before he caught your hands. “We don’t have time, I’ve been summoned to Kama-Taj.”

You smirked as you pulled your hands back, taking another attempt at undressing your lover as you looked at the chain hanging around his neck. “The way I see it, we have all the time in the world.”

Stephen stepped out of your reach as he opened the amulet and froze the world around you, the birds out your window suspended mid flight, even the flame of the candle no longer flickered. “The things I do for you.”

You bit your lip and stepped closer, dropping to your knees as you tore through his belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it.”

His head tipped back as you freed his cock and stroked his length, your tongue teasing over his tip. Stephen gripped your desk behind him as your tongue traced the veins along his shaft before you wrapped your lips around him and took him to the back of your throat.

“Christ, that feels perfect.” Stephen moaned as he pressed a hand to the back of your head and pulled you closer, setting the pace. “Tongue, tongue.”

You pushed your tongue out flat the way he liked and his hips bucked at the sensation, more moans filling the air before he pulled away panting. You smiled as you looked up under your lashes, enjoying how quickly you could bring him to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t want to finish in your mouth, not when he had the time to enjoy your pussy, so it was no surprise that he pulled you to your feet and marched you to your bed, your clothes falling to the floor along the way.

“On your knees.” He ordered as he shucked his cloak and shirt, the material joining his pants on the floor while his cloak hovered in the corner.

You did as you were told and knelt on all fours in the centre of the bed, his heated stare melting your core as he ran his palm over your ass. Your lips parted with a hiss as his hand came down hard and his palm spanked your asscheek, the burn quickly turning to a pleasurable warmth between your legs as he rubbed the smarting spot.

“That is for not listening to me.” He said before his fingers dipped between your slit and felt how wet you were. “This is because you scared me.”

His palm struck again, a wet slap against your dripping pussy lips that vibrated straight through your cunt and left your legs trembling. A cry of pleasure filled the room and your head dropped to the bedding as his fingers delved deep in your pussy and stretched you ready for him.

“Please, Stephen, I need more than your fingers.” You begged as you pushed your hips back against him but his digits couldn’t reach the depth you needed and his cock could hit.

He could be stubborn when he wanted but he was desperate for you as he knelt behind and ran his head through your folds. He thrust forward and speared his cock deep inside, knocking the air from your lungs as he hit your cervix and still tried to push deeper. Your fingers clutched at the bedding and your whimpers were muffled as you buried your face in them out of habit.

“Come here, love.” Stephen soothed as he pulled you upright, chest warming your back and his beard teasing your nape as he placed kisses across your skin. “No one can hear us now.”

His hands felt as if they were everywhere all at once, cradling your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his fingers, snaking down your navel before reaching your clit. You finally stopped silencing your voice, his name filling the room as he worked you to the edge of bliss, trapped between his long, hard thrusts and quick, circling fingers.

“Harder, please, oh god, Stephen…” Your head fell back to his shoulder and he watched the pleasure on your face as your lips parted with a silent scream, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

“Let go, love, you’re so fucking tight, holding back.” He growled low in your ear as your walls clamped down around his cock and he starved off his own release with gritted teeth. “I need to feel you come.”

The elastic band in your belly snapped as he grunted and slapped his hips hard against yours, your orgasm sending your pussy spasming around him and tipping him over the edge. Warmth flooded your core and the waves of pleasure dripped down your thighs, Stephen’s release quickly joining as he rode you through the aftershocks until you were both shaking with overstimulation.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as he eased out of your abused cunt. “Don’t disobey me again.”

You chuckled as you regained your breath, turning around so you could wrap your arms over his pale shoulders. “I love you too.”

His eyes narrowed as you didn’t address his order. “You’re going to disobey me aren’t you.”

“I mean, it was hardly a punishment to enforce good behaviour.” You teased. “Being bad seems to have its rewards.”

His lips twitched before he gave up trying to hide his smile and he pulled you closer for a rough kiss that left a beard burn around your lips. “Get dressed, your next punishment will have to wait until later.”

Your pussy throbbed at the thought and a soft moan fell from your lips. “Promise?”

His pupils dilated as he watched your body react so easily to him and he fought the urge to keep time suspended for even longer. “Trust me.”

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[lucienarcheron]

Choices [ Gwynriel ]

Prompt: Inspired by this post |

Author's Note: This is my first Gwynriel piece so I hope you enjoy! Please know I tried to approach this as delicately as possible, focusing on Gwyn and her feelings. 

Nothing is explicitly said about Gwyn’s trauma but just in case - trigger warning for light mentions of sexual assault.

Everything between the two of them was always about choice. Her choice. 

It took no one by surprise when their feelings for each other became more. When the teasing, playful taunting and competitive streak became laced with a positive kind of tension. 

But as brave and strong and fierce as Gwyn was, it had scared her to have feelings for Azriel just as it had terrified him. 

It was on a random night as she was drifting off to sleep, smiling at the antics and jokes between them at training that Gwyn felt the world slip out from under her feet and found herself bursting into tears.

Because her heart had made a choice. A choice she realized she could make. A choice she wanted to make.

And her choice had been him. 

She made the choice to reach out her hand and touch his first; he had held her hand as if it was his most prized possession, even as her heart beat wildly in her chest at the contact.

She made the choice to be the first to exchange gifts and he showered her with the most thoughtful and endearing gifts in return, as if he had been waiting for the chance.

She made the choice to — to hug him first, sending both of them into an overdrive of emotions and Azriel held her to him with such tenderness that it made her eyes well up.

She had made the choice to finally shout at him that he was an idiot, but she loved him anyway and Azriel could only smile softly, take her hands in his, and kiss them gently as he confessed his own heart to her, despite his own insecurities.

She had made the choice to kiss him first and he had kissed her with such fire in return that Gwyn went out of her way to kiss him every moment she could, just to feel his body melt against hers. Just to feel his lips on hers and experience all the different kinds of kisses one could have.

He accepted every choice of hers at her pace and only smiled knowingly whenever she made a request, as if his shadows had told him what to expect. 

It had been a choice when she slipped from her room up to the training area, hoping to find him there because she — she wanted to spend more time with him. Even if it was in the dark and they would be alone. But only if he wanted to and gods, had Azriel wanted to. 

It didn’t seem to surprise him when later on, she made the choice to share his bed, as if he could sense what she was thinking about before she did. She made the choice to sleep in his arms because Gwyn found that she slept better listening to him breathe and Azriel found that the best nights of sleep were with her wrapped in his arms, safe and sound — trusting.

But the real choice, the most significant choice — truly kept her awake for a few days as she debated it, wiping at her watery eyes. 

Because she wanted him. She wanted to share herself with him and didn’t want to be afraid. 

“I want this with you.” she had whispered, pulling him back to his bed and sitting them down. “I want to feel good with you.” 

Azriel had only shuddered and then cupped her face gently. “My hands don’t deserve to touch you.” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you sure?”

“Your hands taught me how to defend myself and fight.” she replied, and her voice was firm. “Your hands taught me how to be strong. Your hands make me feel safe. Your hands saved me." 

Azriel’s lips trembled as did hers. 

“Your hands feel like the only home I’ve ever known.” she whispered. “I know where your hands have been and what they have done, Azriel. And they are still the only hands I ever want touching me.”

“Tell me what you want. How do you want me to start?” he breathed.

“Kiss me.” she whispered. 

And he kissed her with everything he had. He kissed her with heartbreaking gentleness as his hands slowly caressed every inch of her body. He brought her hands to rest over his as he touched and felt, ensuring she knew exactly where he was going to go with his exploring.

When Gwyn pulled back, her hands shakily slipping off her robe, Azriel had the wind knocked out of him. 

She had prepared for this, wearing a matching set of cobalt blue. 

“I wanted to feel beautiful and blue reminds me of you.” she whispered and Azriel could only kiss her once more. Kiss her to ensure she knew he would keep her safe, he would make her feel good, and he would work with any choice she would make.

“You are beautiful.” he whispered to her, kissing her again. “And bold. And smart. You are my choice until the darkness claims me.”

She smiled and pulled a hand of his to her lips, kissing it gently. “And you are my choice, Azriel. I will have no other.”

He shuddered again at her words, but Gwyn only smiled wider as she lay back and slowly pulled him over her.

She had slept in his arms enough that having him hover over her didn’t frighten her. It ignited her.  

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Where do you want to touch me?” she asked him, but he shook his head with a chuckle. 

“I want to know what you’ve been thinking about. What do you want to try first?” he asked quietly. 

And so, Gwyn told him. And they took their time.

She wanted to explore him and take him in without anything between them. She wanted to touch him and feel his skin and Azriel let her touch him in any way she wanted. He let himself lay bare for her eyes and hands, watching as her eyes marveled at what being around her did to him.

When she asked him to teach her what he liked and how to touch him and make him feel good, Azriel was a goner. The spymaster in him with infinite amounts of patience was no more with Gwyn looking at him with such love. Together, they became more familiar with each other and more comfortable so that when Gwyn was ready once again to make more choices with him, she didn’t hesitate.

She liked his hands and wanted to feel them on her, touching, caressing, and squeezing. She wanted to feel his hands on her and most importantly, in her.

“I read about it in books.” she whispered and smiled shyly. 

“And what did these books tell you?” he asked with a grin.

“That a good male knows how to bring a female pleasure in many ways, using his hands and mouth first.” she said. 

“Is that so?” he teased, and she grinned, despite her flush deepening. 

“Show me.” she whispered and was soon trembling at the pleasure his hands were bringing her, trembled even more as he slipped off her lacy underthings and drank in the sight of her bare for him.

The way he gently coaxed her first orgasm out of her had tears in her eyes, tears that he gently kissed away. He kissed her again and again as she sniffled because he felt good. A male had touched her, and it felt good.

Her male. Her choice.

She liked his tongue and the way it was so playful when they kissed, Gwyn wanted to know what it felt like in other places. 

So Azriel obliged her and showed her all the ways he could make her tremble some more and come alive with his tongue between her legs. The second time she orgasmed left her panting slightly, her eyes glazed over in delight. Gwyn found out then that, she really liked the sight of him grinning at her from between her legs. 

But for her final choice and how she wanted him, Gwyn needed just a little extra courage. She wanted him but her last memory was of pain and it still made her pause. 

“We can stop and come back whenever you’re ready.” he said quietly, kissing her forehead but Gwyn shook her head.

“I am ready.” she said quietly but not weakly. “But I want to guide you.”

“I am yours.” 

So, Gwyn pulled him over her and let her hand slide down Azriel’s chest until she was inches away from his hardened length. She met his gaze and Azriel gave her an encouraging nod. Steadily, she wrapped her hand around him and watched as he let out a shaky breath while she pumped him curiously. Holding his gaze, Gwyn spread her legs slowly and Azriel didn’t look away, resting his hand on hers. 

“Is this okay?”

Gwyn nodded but Azriel shook his head. 

“I need to hear it.”

Gwyn swallowed. “I want this but I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”

“I will go as slow as you need me to.” he said and leaned in to kiss her. “It might be a little uncomfortable until we get used to it. Do you want to try being on top for this first time?”

“No.” she said firmly. “They don’t get to win anymore. I want you like this for our first time.”

“I am yours however you want me.” 

“Then kiss me.” she requested. “Kiss me and — and make love to me.”

He smiled softly and with his hand gently on hers wrapped around his length, Azriel slowly eased into her, inch by inch, pausing every single time she tensed, murmuring words of love and encouragement in her ear until they were one. 

Gwyn breathed sharply and Azriel intertwined one hand with hers, the other brushing her hair back as she adjusted to him and bit her lip. He kissed every inch he could reach as she breathed, trying to ease the tension in her.

“I won’t move.” he said, caressing her cheek. “You can roll your hips up and see if you like it.” 

Gwyn’s eyelids fluttered as she did exactly that, another shaky breath slipping from her lips. 

“I like it.” 

“Good. Keep doing it until you really like it.” 

She licked her lips and Azriel had to kiss her again, a quiet groan slipping from him when she rolled her hips once more and Gwyn giggled breathlessly.

“Do it again.” he murmured, and she did. She made the choice to do it again and again until the slight discomfort at the fullness of him inside her faded and pleasure coursed through her body. 

“You are my choice.” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her further.  

“Always.” he whispered in return and leaned in to kiss her tenderly as he started rocking into her slowly. 

She gasped softly at the sensation, her eyes locked on his as their bodies found their rhythm. Gwyn wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her as his hands and his lips touched her in all the ways she had always wanted to be touched. 

Lovingly. Tenderly. And most importantly, with her permission.

Her choice.  

He was her choice and one of the best she had ever made. 

#gwynriel #gwyn berdara #azriel #gwynriel fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #gfics #fic: choices #previously: moononastring

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The Last Heir-Part Six

For Emergencies Only

Warnings:blood/bleeding, violence, description of wounds, angst

Word Count:2.6k

Part 5

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Wednesday slammed the door shut as she started to berate Thing for setting her up with Tyler for the Raven Dance, "do you trust that boy?" you asked as you did your best to shake the feeling that something was off about him. "he needs to think that I trust him to further my investigation, do not mess that up" she responded pointedly as she started to put on the dress Thing had stolen for her. You walked behind her wordlessly, inner turmoil stopping you from trying to fight against what she had said, if she had trusted you enough to not tell the sheriff that the monster may be Xavier you were forced to pay it back with a favor of your own, you zipped up the dress for her and took a step back as she spun to face you.

"you look" you started to say before she interrupted you, "unrecognizable? ridiculous? stupid for wearing something that objectifies my body for a man?" she said as she awaited your criticism. "you look as if Lady Nyx in all her dark beauty was standing before me," you said sincerely, not able to stop a soft dusting of pink from covering your cheeks. "Thank you," Wednesday said as she quickly turned to walk out the door to hide a blush of her own from your sight.

When the two of you had reached the bottom of the stairs you eyed the boy up and down before stepping in front of Wednesday, standing taller than him you looked down and smiled in satisfaction as his gaze did not meet yours, "one bad word about you, and I will not hesitate to castrate you" you spoke as you slapped your hand down no his shoulder forcefully before stepping out of the way.

A few moments later Eugene finally arrived to find you sitting in the hall picking at your nails in boredom. "where's Wednesday?" he asked. "Wednesday will not be joining us tonight, she is entertaining the courtship of a man in pursuit of furthering our investigation little brother," you said as you stood. "it will be just us, and the monster tonight is that not fun?" you asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders loosely as you started the walk to the woods.

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In the woods, you and Eugene were sitting next to each other leaning up against the trunk of a tree, "2100 hours no sign of the monster" you listened to the younger boy speak into his handheld device. "it is strange how people of this age are obsessed with the passing of time" you spoke as you recalled growing up going by just the amount of light that was still visible. "What were bees like back then?” Eugene asked and you couldn’t help but laugh, it was the most unique question you had been asked of your old life.

“Bees were sacred in my time, to us and to the gods, Zeus the king of the gods was raised on honey to grow strong enough to dethrone his father” you explained as you dug around in your bag, “their honey is one of the ingredients in ambrosia, the mystical healing foods of the gods” you said as you held up your last remaining cube, “and in my tomb there are jars of honey from the bees that lived on my island, if I ever return I will be sure to bring you a jar so that you may taste how pure the world once was” you spoke with distaste as you thought of just how different even the air you breathed had changed drastically.

Eugene smiled brightly, it was nice to have someone that shared an appreciation for nature and bees specifically. “Thank you for still coming out here with me instead of going to the dance” he said softly as he picked at some beetles that were beginning to peak out from the fallen leaves. You hummed, “I could not leave you alone, do not speak a word of this but my nature of hating men does not apply to you little brother” your tone was soft and delicate as if it was the biggest secret you had ever told anyone. “Hummers don’t snitch” Eugene said back happiness dancing through his voice, “Wednesday taught me that one”.

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At the dance Wednesday stood next to the punch table when Xavier came up to her, gesturing to Tyler who was standing off to the side awkwardly, "I can't believe you would come with him" he said with a sour expression on his face. "why must you bring this up as if this dance isn't tedious enough" she said back with a sigh, this whole evening was wearing on her and while she would never tell either of them, her mind was preoccupied with the wellbeing of her two friends that were out in the middle of the woods awaiting a murderous monster.

"because I never got to tell you what he did to me," Xavier said as he eyed the other boy cautiously, now this piqued Wednesday's interest as she could recall you saying that if someone had done something harmful to the psychic it may be the reason behind the constant drawings of the monster. "then enlighten me," she said curiously. "do you remember that wall you asked me about during outreach day?" he asked waving his hand dismissively before continuing, "last year's outreach day he and his friends attacked me and destroyed my mural, it was one of my best pieces and I had to watch as they ruined it because you can't do anything to the sheriff's son," he said with a scoff, "just be careful alright because people like that don't change"

Wednesday nodded, "a sob story indeed, but don't worry I can handle myself" she said as she turned to walk back to Tyler.

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"Eugene Ottinger, 2242 hours, the potential suspect has arrived at the location" came a whispered voice from beside you as you narrowed your eyes attempting to gather every detail of the person who was walking towards the cave with a bottle in hand, a woman of average height, red boots, blue vehicle white top you repeated in your head, searing the details into memory as the cave burst into flames and the woman responsible turned to where the two of you were peaking out from behind the tree, you quickly pulled yourself and Eugene back behind its cover.

"Eugene go and get Wednesday" you commanded, you needed to keep the younger boy out of danger; if she had seen the two of you, she would certainly call upon her beast to take you out. "No way, I can't leave you out here by yourself what if that thing comes, hummers stick together" he whispered back. "Bees listen to their queen, and I, Y/N Queen of the Amazons, am commanding you to get Wednesday," you said, eyes meeting his and you admired the conviction swirling within them but you could see the fear sneaking its ugly head through, "NOW" you all but shouted at him as you pushed him in the direction of the school.

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In the midst of most of the students that attended the dance running around in horror at the misting of red that was pouring from the ceiling constantly, Wednesday stood calmly, letting bodies bounce off of her wordlessly, until someone slammed into her and her head shoot back launching her into a vision. The physic could see you kneeling over, holding onto your side as blood poured from wounds she could not see a pained expression written all over your face. She came to and turned her head to where she felt a hand resting on her shoulder.

"Wednesday are you alright?" Eugene asked as he looked around at all the red liquid that covered the ballroom. "it's paint, what are you doing here? Where's Y/N?" Wednesday asked as she started on her way out of the mess, waiting for Eugene to answer her inquires. "Y/N's in the woods someone came to burn the cave down and she told me to come to get you, what did you see? did I do the wrong thing?" he explained, guilt riddling his voice as his mind jumped to the worst things he could thing of, what if he had left you for dead in the woods by yourself.

"if she told you to come to get me then you did the right thing, I saw her bleeding but she's strong she will be okay we just have to go find her" Wednesday spoke with conviction, outwardly doing her best to calm the younger boy's nerves and inwardly attempting to silence her beating heart as her mind was jumping to the same conclusion, sure you had bested the monster twice but three times would be pushing your luck and she did not know if you were in good standings with whatever goddess was responsible for that for you.

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After sending Eugene away, you left the heavily wooded area, wanting an area with fewer obstructions for the inevitable battle that would face you. After finding a relatively small clearing you quickly went about putting on your armor, pulling it out of your bag piece by piece and snapping the buckles as you tightened each piece in its rightful place. When you slipped on your helmet you heard sniffing from somewhere deep in the forest, followed by thunderous footsteps that stopped abruptly when you turned to look across the clearing with a sneer on your lips.

"you are more annoying than a hellhound that has lost its favorite stick" you taunted the beast that stood across from you in the clearing you weren't sure if the thing could understand what you had said much less understand the reference but you knew it had emotions and you knew you could exploit that, warriors had to be even-keeled at all times during battle. The beast only roared in response as the two of you circled each other, you wanted it to make the first move. You bashed your spear against your shield and dug your back foot into the ground as you braced for the impending charge, your shield held firmly in front of your midsection, eyes peaking over it from within your helmet as its plume stood strong against the wind.

The beast was on you in less than two strides as it launched itself onto your shield, you slide back a few feet on impact, leg muscles straining to keep you up before you swung your shield arm out, the clang as it collided with the monster rang throughout the forest. You adjusted your grip higher up the half-shaft of your spear, standing your ground as you waited for the right moment to strike. The monster stalked it's way back to you, its claws swiping along the gold of your shield in an ear-shattering screech. After the monster lowered its hand back onto the ground you thrust your spear out feeling the tip slide into flesh until it hit bone as the impact vibrated back up its shaft into your hand, you twisted it as you pulled it out, a bloody squelch reaching your ears.

The monster stumbled back, roaring as it wiped its hand at the bleeding wound. From some where else in the clearing a tree branch snapped, breaking the heated stare between you and the monster as you both snapped your gaze to it, you watched as Eugene stepped forward, “she had to be over here” he spoke behind him not realize just what he had walked into. “Eugene!” You cried out as you started running in his direction, the beast having just taken off towards him moments before you did.

It was going to be close too close for your liking as you willed your muscles to carry you faster, lungs burning through oxygen from your uneven worried breathes. Your eyes darted between Eugene and the monster and you saw it’s hind legs tense, so you launched yourself off your back foot, pushing Eugene out of the way just in time to feel teeth clamp around your midsection, and your body being flailed around before you flew through the air into a tree, it splintered on impact and you could feel pieces digging into your body as you gasped for air.

You begged for you body to ignore the pain as you could still hear the monsters heavy footprints over the ringing in your ears. Your muscles burned and getting up quickly mixed with blood gushing out of you rapidly led to spots dotting your sight as you pushed yourself towards your two friends. Breathes heavy with exhaustion and pain as you fought every instinct that screamed for you to stop before you bled to death, so determined to make it you were lost in thought as your iron willed heart argued with your cold calculating mind that you hadn’t realized the beast had ran off until a pair of black boots made it’s way into your gaze.

“You’re going to kill yourself” Wednesday said as she placed her hand to your chest, watching as you fell to your a knee as you had in her vision. “Where is your ambrosia” she asked as she felt blood pooling under her boots, you were losing far too much. “In my pouch” you panted heavily, your spear rolling out of your grip as you dug your fingers into the dirt in an attempt to steady yourself. Wednesday leaned down to reach into your bag feeling around blindly and pulling something out, “enchanted bag, you have to..” you tried to explain before your voice trailed off as your vision blurred further. Wednesday felt her heart beat quicken as she dropped whatever it was she pulled and dug back into the pouch, she was having no luck finding the cube and her body was beginning to shake in rage and in panic, she felt powerless as she watched the life fading rapidly from your eyes.

Eugene could no longer stand by doing nothing, this was all his fault he was repeating in his head, he shouldn’t have left you all alone, he could have helped, he could have done something, he should’ve done anything. The boy riddled with guilt pushed his hand into the pouch, tears spilling freely from his eyes, and he could sense something approaching his fingertips until they closed around a squishy sticky cube, he pulled it out gasping in relief at the sight of the ambrosia you had showed him earlier. He roughly shoved it into your mouth, receiving the quietest of hums of appreciation before your body collapsed onto to the forest floor.

“Is she going to be okay?” Eugene asked as he kneeled down next you, eyes looking up at Wednesday’s and to his surprise there was a glassy coating them that he could only see for a second as she turned her head away from the scene in front of her before nodding, “yes…” she confirmed, “go get Xavier, we can’t leave her here and she’s too much of an oaf for us two to carry” she said receiving a sad laugh in response followed by the crunching of leaves.

Once she was sure that Eugene was well out of ear shot, she kneeled down next to you and removed your helmet, smoothing down your hair and trailing the back of her hand down the shape of your face, “please be okay Y/N” she said shakily, letting herself cry over your body.

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Dreamling Week 2023 Monday 5 - Stuck in an elevator (Human AU)

Murphy sat on the floor, trying to do the breathing exercises his sister taught him, he had already discarded his coat and tie, the air feeling more stale every minute spent in this death trap. 

He never liked elevators, and his current predicament just makes his aversion more justified.

He looked at his phone again, 45 minutes, he had been stuck between floors 8 and 9 for 45 minutes. Sighing he let his head fall back, he already called for help and was told a team was in their way, but that was 45…46 minutes ago. Just as he was about to call again, the sound of steel hitting steel made him jump.

For a moment the panic gets a hold of him, before a muffled voice calls his name.

"Mr Endleas can you hear me?"

"Yes!"

"Good, my name is Robert, I'm from the fire department, I need you to move away from the door, we'll get you out here in no time"

"Oh thank you" he stands quickly, grabbing his coat, tie and messenger bag with him, the metallic noises come back, and he clenches his hands over his belongings when the whole thing shakes, then the doors star to open, and he can see a man with a crowbar forcing them apart, since the thing got stuck between floors the exit was from the middle of the door to up, the man clad in a firefighter uniform doing the maneuver was on his knees.

Once they are completely open and held in place, the man extend a hand in his direction "Come on Mr Endelas, let get you out of here" 

Murphy pass his things first, then he takes the offered hand and let himself be lifted through the narrow space, at one point the man put his other arm around his waist to better support his weight, and soon he is out of the damned thing, pressed against a broad chest, then he is helped to his feet by a pair of strong arms, which he is grateful for since his legs are so cramped he is sure he would fall on his face if left on his own.

“Sorry for the delay Mr Endleas, we need to make sure the structure was stable enough before risking forcing the doors'' The man, Robert, smiled at him, and the complaint forming on his tongue about the tardiness died on his throat.

“It's…quite alright” then he realized he had not let go of the man, and moved away as if burned “Thank you for your assistance” he wished, desperately, that the blush on his face wasn't noticeable.

“It's our job sir” his smile full of amusement, and Murphy is about to call out the insolence when the man continues “although, if you are amenable of let me take you out for dinner one of this days in gratitude I wouldn't be opposed” his expression turning flirtatious.

“I…this is highly inappropriate”

“Is that a no?”

“Well...It would be rude of my part if I dont thank you, wouldn't it?”

“Oh it definitely would be! Are you free to say…saturday at 8pm?”

“I may be…”

“Great! I’ll give you my number so we can decide the place”

“That would be wise”

“See you on saturday then Mr Endelas”

“You may call me Murphy…Robert” And with that Murphy makes his retreat to the stairs, his face hot as in flames.

Maybe elevators aren't as bad as he thought.

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(Sorry it feels so rushed, english is not my first lenguage)

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