#Walkered (2): Revelation

[holylulusworld]

Walkered (2): Revelation

Summary: You’re getting on his nerves. Right?

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Warnings: sub/dom, implied mentions of subspace, light spanking, groping, possessive August, pet names, sir kink, tension, teasing, pre-smut, dirty talk

Catch up here: Walkered (1): Frustration

Walkered masterlist

The underground garage seems to be miles away when you slowly make your way toward your destination. Or is it fate? 

You always had this odd feeling close to Walker. He made you feel uneasy but aroused you at the same time. He’s breathing dominance and you were naturally drawn to him.

Until he spoke it out loud, you didn’t have a word to describe what you wanted from him. Walker is what you have been craving for years.

Most of the guys you had sex with tried to show off dominance but were weaklings or inexperienced in the end.

No one was able to fulfill your wish to give up control. You didn’t trust these men to not use their power over you against you or to ignore your needs.

Walker seems to be different. He’s a calculated risk. A professional with perfect impulse control. August won’t lose control and hurt you or go too far. You just know it.

“There you are, princess,” Walker walks toward you, eyes trained on your face as you clutch your bag to your chest. “I made sure that you got the rest of the week off.” He casually declares. “I don’t want you to hobble to work after I’m done with you.”

That fucker grins like the devil while you shrink into yourself. Damn him, he turned you into a puddle of insecurities and want.

“Speak your mind as long as you can,” he cups your face with one big hand and tilts it to force you to hold his gaze. “I expect you to thank me for being so thoughtful, princess.”

“Thank you,” you knit your brows together. “Sir.” You try.

“Hmm…I like it when you call me Sir, princess.” His face is only inches from yours when he looks at you. You’re not sure what he’s up to. Does he want to kiss, or taunt you? You never know when it came to August Walker. “We will talk about a few things on our way to my home. But first things first. You’ll tell me where you live, and we will grab a few things.”

“What?” You swallow thickly when a deep guttural growl escapes his throat. “Uh-yes Sir.”

“I won’t accept any lapse from now on, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “I know having someone to take care of you is new to you, but you’ll follow my orders without questioning me from now on. Got it?” 

He quirks a brow. “Yes…Sir,” you shudder and press your thighs together. “I just don’t know why you want me to grab some things…”

“Well, you are mine from now on,” he presses a searing kiss to your lips, taking your breath away. “I want you to grab everything you will need for the next few days. We will get the rest later.”

“I-“ You blink, dumbfounded. Did he just tell you that he wants you to move into his home? No…this is impossible. August Walker is not the man settling down. 

“No overthinking things, Y/N,” he sternly says. “You agreed to become mine by following my first order. You could’ve said no or stayed away. So, what will it be?” 

August steps away stealing his warmth and safety. He’s surveilling your wrecked state with pride as you stand on wobbling legs, and whimper at the loss of his closeness.

“I…” You don’t know what to do. He’s all you ever wanted in a man to fulfill your desires and kinks. But does that mean you want to submit to him completely and let him rule your life?

“Princess, it’s easy,” he steps closer again to hold out his hand. “You will submit to me in any way, and I’ll give you what you need and protect you from this world. I promise to not hurt you.” He smirks when you whimper. “Unless you want me to make it hurt…”

“Can we talk about the rules first?” you take his offered hand and bask in his attention. Walker wraps his arms around you to nuzzle his face in your hair. “I never had a real dom…”

“I know, princess,” August murmurs soft words. “I’ll go easy on you during our first session.” He taunts you with a deep chuckle. August grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing hard. You squirm and whimper, already on the edge. “Or not. You seem to be a needy little thing.”

“I’m not needy,” you whine.

“Rule number one,” he slaps your ass hard. “You never lie to me. NEVER! What will it be? Are you going to tell me the truth or do you want your first spanking right here for everyone to see?”

“I’m…needy…” You try.

“You can do better,” he grunts and slaps your ass again, with a little less force. “NOW!”

“I’m needy for you, Sir.”

“Again,” he pats your ass. 

“I’m a needy slut for you, Sir. I need your cock so bad and for you to take control,” you gasp at your admission. 

“Perfect,” he hums while rubbing the pain out of your ass. “See, that wasn’t too hard. Was it?”

“No, Sir,” you murmur and hide your face in his chest to calm down. 

“Good.” He kisses your hair. “I’m proud of you. That was the first step on the road to submission. We will get you where we both want you to be soon.”

He allows you to nuzzle your face in his chest for a moment and pats your head. 

August can’t believe his luck. Within a day he turned the annoying thorn in his side into a sweet submissive princess. His princess. And he’ll be damned if anyone gets the chance to take you away from him. 

“Here it is,” you whisper and point at the building. “My apartment is A5.”

“I don’t like the neighborhood, princess,” August says while unbuckling his seat belt. “You’ll come with me. I won’t leave you alone in this area.”

“It’s a friendly neighborhood,” you argue. “My neighbors are nice.”

“Yeah, because they want a taste of my princess. I bet all of them are lusting over you.” August gets out of the car to open the door to the passenger seat for you. He holds out his hand and helps you get out of the car.

You don’t argue. August seems to be adamant about his opinion, and you don’t want to get your ass slapped in front of your neighbors.

He possessively slings one strong arm around your shoulders and guides you toward the building.

“You’ll need clothes and toiletries for the rest of the week. If you have a favorite plushie,” he pecks your ear and smirks, “grab it too. I want to watch you ride it like you always do.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to find your voice but fail. How can he know you love to ride your plushie or a pillow? 

“Oh and leave your toys at home. I got all the nice toys to use on my princess,” he kisses your temple. “I can’t wait to watch you squirm and moan for me.”

“This one, and the red one,” August thumbs through your underwear. “Only the cute and naughty ones for the next days.” He dips his head to watch you sit on your bed, your favorite plushie clutched to your chest. “No pouting. If you are a bad girl, you’ll run around naked.”

“Why are you so different now?” You cock your head. “Not hours ago, you yelled at me.”

“Aw, my sweet princess,” he throws the panties into one of the suitcases he placed on the bed and crouches down in front of you. 

August moves one hand up your leg, slowly creeping between your slightly parted legs. “I didn’t know you could be so sweet for me. Now that I know, I’ll always be nice to you.”

He smirks darkly, making you shudder. His fingertips reach your soaked panties to toy with you some more. “This sweet pussy is mine from now on. You are mine.”

“You said something about rules,” you breathlessly moan and spread your legs wider when he quirks a brow. “I-I don’t know if this will work out. We barely know each other and…”

“Stop thinking,” he grunts while running his index finger up and down your panties. “Just give up control and let me have you in any way. You won’t regret it.”

“I-for now,” you lick your lips and watch August get a knife out to cut your panties open. “If I don’t want this, I’ll just go.”

“Of course, princess,” he murmurs while burying his face between your legs. He sniffs at your pussy, humming as your fingers itch to tug at his hair. 

August doesn’t touch you; he only inhales the scent of your cunt to expand the anticipation. He cannot wait to sink his massive cock into you, and make you scream his name.

“After I’m done with you for the first time, you will never think of leaving me again princess...” 

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[luxja]

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A Purr-fect Distraction

Part 2 >> 🕸MASTERLIST🕸

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: Pavitr aka Spider-Man is swinging through the dark streets of Mumbattan with his ✨amazing hair✨ when a thief in a catsuit catches his eye. Tags: Attempted Theft, Horrible cat puns, distraction, pav being cutesy, complimenting his hair is pavitr's weakness XD

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🎶🎵Do you wanna play a game, Do you Gotta catch me if you can, Catch me if you can You can try, Maybe wanna stay Catch me if you can I'm a runaway🎶🎵 'Catch Me If You Can' by Alan Walker

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swings through the crowded streets of the never sleeping city, Mumbattan. The chilly midnight wind flows through his hair, curled locks moving like waves under the silver moonlight. 

He catches his reflection on a glass tower and takes a detour, leaning closer to inspect his beauty. "Hey, stud muffin!" he praises himself, making finger guns to his reflection. Pavitr runs his gloved fingers through his locks, revelling in being the proud owner of such amazing hair. 

It was at such a moment that he catches movement in one of the closed shops down the lane. A woman in a black catsuit and long white hair is moving the display glass, obviously trying to break in. 

"Halt, theif!" 

Pavitr at once springs into action, yelling as he swings over to the shop in less than a second and webs up her hands together.

_____

"Halloween come soon for you, miss?"

You startle at his voice, raising your arms when you realise they're stuck together by some sticky fluid. It is only then that Pavitr gets to see you clearly -well, except for the mask framing your eyes that hold him captive. 

Neither of you speak for a while, Spider-Man entranced and you confused. It was kinda insulting: a kid in a Diwali dress making you stand like an idiot in the middle of the road. 

"Wow, who are you!", he sighs dreamily and only seems to remember himself when you raise a brow. He clears his throat. "I meant, who're you?" 

"Don't know me? I'm the infamous Black Cat. I do petty crimes like theft, picking pockets and occasionally kneeing assholes in the crotch. Want a demo?" 

You throw your leg up to kick him but he's quick to grab it in a tight hold. 

"Curious profession", he says, words thick with sarcasm. 

"Nah, just a passion", you shrug, ripping off the webs easily and wiggle out your leg from his grip, swiftly climbing up the wall like a feline. 

"Hey, hey, I never said you could leave, kitty!" He tries to get you to stop by webbing you up once more, but you evade his shots easily. 

You smirk. "Amazing hair, by the way!" 

"Thanks", he blushes under the mask, rubbing his neck and you use the distraction to get away, "nothing much, just coconut oil, prayer, some gene- hey!" 

You lose him, but sadly not for long as he stands right next to you when you reach the top of the building. Dang it. You try you weasel your way out but he's blocking your path. 

"C'mon", he says, keeping a friendly warm hand on your shoulder, "I can see you have powers; use them to fight crime, be a hero." 

You smirk and tilt your head in amusement, "You say this to all your villains, Rangoli-face?" 

"FYI, I'm Spider-man. And you're not a villain, just a pretty theif." 

"I'll be no less pretty when I kick your ass."

Quick as a flash, you pounce on him with your claws but he dodges you. Thanks to spidey sense, Pavitr misses all of your swift hits, blocking your punches and throws. You're quick, but he's quicker. You jump high in the air aiming a kick to his face, but spidey spins his toy, tying you up to a pole easily. 

You struggle against the thick web solution. What the heck was this thing made of!? 

"Let. Me. Go! Unless you rather I scratch your face off, Mr. Gorgeous." 

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect, making you frown. He raises a brow, taking his spin-toy and begins to play with his webs. Is this dude for real?!

When it feels like he'll just stand there and watch, you sigh in exasperation. "Bro, why do you insist I change? I hardly know you." 

"Doesn't matter. Think about it, you could help me patrol the city; one more hand to prevent crime. I'm paw-sitive you'll make the purr-fect paw-tner", he chuckles at his own pun. 

The thought is amusing but you aren't in the mood. You are, after all, supposed to distract him from the real heist -which you've obviously succeeded. Your partners would be done by now. Maybe you'll take him up on his offer after you've split the fortune. 

You quit struggling and send him a sweet smile. "Hmm.. can't say I'm not tempted. Can you release me now, please?" 

Spider-Man sighs as he takes out a tiny blade and cuts through the web. You stumble out, feeling the blood rush to your leg as it wakes up after. Ow, that's horrible feeling. 

"So, is that a yes?", he asks, eyes big through the colourful mask. Aww, he looks like one of the Golu dolls up close! 

He freezes in place when you suprise him with a kiss to his cheek, the pleasant shock throwing off his spidey-sense. You kick him down while he's still dazed and get on the balcony, about to make your inevitable escape when he realises he's been tricked. 

You smirk, throwing him one last glance behind your shoulder. "Only if you catch me!" 

With that you jump off the building and disappear into the night, Pavitr finding no trace of you even though he follows right after. 

He smiles to himself, standing atop the highest tower of Mumbattan as he looks over the lively lit city.

"Oh, I will, kitty cat."

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Sometimes it feels like Adrien dating Marinette is like the bad ending because she does a lot of questionable things

1-she prefers the elegant, nice guy and FAKE persona Gabriel forces into Adrien over he’s actual self (cat walker)

2-only like Gabriel when he’s personality and emotions aren’t affecting her, every time she’s happy is okey but she never actually communicates with him

3-they don’t even know each other, Marinette knows Adrien’s schedule but doesn’t know he hates being the corporate persona made by Gabriel, doesn’t know being cat noir is the highlight of he’s day

4-she does whatever she thinks will be better for Adrien instead of letting him act by himself, letting him make he’s own choices and helping him on he’s struggles? Nah, let’s hide the truth because she knows what’s best for Adrien (just like Gabriel does)

I know all of this is just the writers breaking characters so they can keep the secret identity’s and every revelation that could be interesting (mainly Gabriel, Adrien and Marinette) (and the sentimonster Adrien, the chat blanc accident, their true identity’s and much more) because Thomas thinks that’s what we needs and we just want it like a spoiled child instead of us hating it because we’ve been waiting for years by now for a simple thing to get a pay off

I know I've said this a few times, but so many of Marinette's flaws wouldn't be so noticeable if the show actually acknowledged they were issues that she needed to overcome, but we don't get that.

Instead, like a lot of the main characters in the show, we're just supposed to see Marinette's behavior towards Adrien as a charming quirk of hers that is meant to make us laugh... except when they decided they wanted us to actually take it seriously thanks to "Derision".

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #love square critical #love square salt

[ashbrat488]

Candy - August Walker Fanfic

August Walker x Original Female (escort) character

Trigger warnings: talks of abuse and torture

Summary: August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly.

To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires.

However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

This story is 40 chapters and over 50k words. I will be posting one chapter at a time, if you ever want to be added to the taglist, please let me know.

This story (as well as any stories I post) is only for those over 18... it will include all sorts of sex including MFM...

And there will be a special guest star by Lloyd Hansen...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 - coming soon

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[hidingoutbackstage]

Time for a list of lesser known Claire Redfield facts!

Within the canon timeline, she appeared in 6 games as a playable character, had one appearance in a game as a non playable character, was in 2 movies, one tv show, and one manga

Outside of the canon timeline (but still in the games) she appears as a non playable character in Operation Raccoon City (a game that, because of her inclusion, cannot be canon, as she, Leon and Sherry interact with the mercenaries you play as and you can even choose to kill them)

Claire is likely near sighted, as she wears glasses

She is also likely a fan of queen since two jackets she wears have queen songs on them (matching the brown jacket Chris has that also has a queen song on it)

Despite Leon now being known in the fandom for riding motorcycles, Claire did it first, as she was introduced riding a motorcycle in the first game. This is likely due to Claire’s original iteration, Elza Walker, being a motorcycle racer

Also despite being associated with the color red, in the first game her outfit was mostly pink. Her hair was also mostly brown, sometimes having a reddish tint

Her blood type is O

Claire was likely only in college for a year, since Raccoon City happened when she was 19

Claire was the only person who was allowed to visit Sherry while the girl was in Derek’s custody. Claire sensed something was up with Derek and tried to communicate that to Sherry, but was never able to

In general, Claire’s role in nearly all of her appearances is to rescue or protect someone younger than her. In RE2 she rescued Sherry, in Code Veronica she protected Steve, in Degeneration she rescued Rani, in Revelations 2 she protected Moira and helped Barry rescue Natalia, and in Heavenly Island she helped rescue Marilou and the other young people on the island

Claire is the only main character of the core four who has never had any government or military training. Chris was in the Air Force, Jill was in the army, and Leon was trained by the police academy as well as receiving private government training. Claire was taught hand-to-hand combat and firearms training from Chris, who also gave her his S.T.A.R.S. knife and a golden lighter

Claire has been infected (and cured) twice, once with the t-phobos virus made by Alex Wesker, and once with the modified t-virus made by Dylan Blake

#sid rants #resident evil #claire redfield

[deandoesthingstome]

Walk with Me - Masterlist (Complete)

Y'all know my drill. I have a new series I can't wait to share with you and you just have to tell me if you want it!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Series Summary: FBI Agent Dean Syverson is looking to take down one of the most notorious drug traffickers in Miami, August Walker. A stakeout leads to the revelation that Sy's long, lost high school girlfriend, the "one who got away" is now working for August. Can he get her out before it's too late?

A/N: I originally thought this would be DEA Agent!Syverson, but research pointed me in a different direction. Hope it doesn't disappoint.

Word Count: 33K

Series Warnings: Drug use, drug trafficking, smoking, alcohol, p in v sex in various positions (I can't name them all here; the whole thing's not written yet, but close!) threesome (MFF), light dom/sub behavior, past relationship pining, cheating (-ish?), world travel, special guests, and more! I'll try to update if anything comes up.

Playlist: As always

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An Upcoming Easter Miracle, Foreshadowed By Jesus in 6x10…?

And just to be clear, 6x10 The Next World was when Jesus was frist introduced to the TWDU...

The opening minutes of TOWL 1x5 mirrored TWD 6x10 like a carbon copy.

We had cold drinks:

We had finding food in cars:

We had drinking soda sexily:

We had spearmint and baking soda flavored toothpaste:

We had interrupted sleep:

Right after Rick and Daryl find the food truck in 6x10, Jesus suddenly appears before them. He comes out of nowhere, and as he does, he delivers this dialogue:

Ten walkers in 11 minutes. As Noah's t-shirt taught us, 11 can be read "one one". So it could be 10 and 2 (one + one = 2), and it could also be 10x11 as in a reference to 10x11 Morningstar. Jesus was referred to as the Morningstar in Revelation 22. Read this post for more on why that's significant, and how it relates to the Slabtown clock. And keep in mind that Sirius is a Morningstar, which is fitting, because we got a surprising appearance by Father Gabriel, a one-eyed Sirius figure.

Now, I've been talking a lot about licence plates lately. Here we see another interesting exemple:

LK8-4167

And the reason it's interesting is because we've seen it before, in 5x9 WHAWGO:

In WHAWGO, we see it practically as we simultanously hear Beth singing Struggling Man, as this was the last episode Beth appeared in (in Tyrese's fever dream). And back when season 5 aired, someone clever in TD (I'm sorry I don't remember who, it's been like a decade) theorized that it could be a reference to Luke 8:

Why Luke 8, is that particular part relevant? Well...

...there is that part about Jesus raising a dead girl, I suppose that could be relevant...especially now, just before Easter...

In this post I talk about Officer Lichari's Dodge Magnum and why it's such an interesting vehicle for TD, and in this post I talk more about the symbolism around the rams.

I'm bringing that up again, because the car where Rick and Michonne found the RAMen noodles was in fact a Dodge:

...and the Dodge logo is a ram...

And we did see some very fierce taxidermy rams in TOWL 1x5:

...so yeah! Happy Easter I guess! Let's keep an eye out for suspiscious resurrections!

#team delusional #bethyl #team defiance #daryl dixon #beth greene #the walking dead #twd #twd towl #rick and michonne

[vxnillite]

[part 1] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut

NSFW (minors dni)

here's part 2 (i'll also link it at the end)

I was already insane over Z-Dog, now get ready for wave two of that ft. Walker, and I'm starting off with a bang. I feel like I have been pushed beyond the true point of no return, so I'm gonna drag everyone down with me.

Friend said there is no heterosexual energy around these women and I totally agree

I tried my best to keep it gender-neutral despite reader being portrayed as AFAB, and my friend said the neutrality is pretty good, so I hope that this works for others, too.

tags: AFAB reader, gender-neutral, threesome, fingerfucking, fingersucking, nipple play, daddy kink, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, degradation (they call you a slut) Word count: 2393

(you just can't look at them then tell me they're not into women; unless you give me proof they aren't, keep arguing with the wall)

You were lying in bed, reading info logs on your data pad, when you heard the door hiss open. You swiftly turned your head towards it, then your shoulders dropped and you sighed in relief when you saw that it was just Z and Walker, your roommates. Judging by their glistening, blue skin, they'd just come back from the showers.

The two went to throw their dirty clothes in the laundry chute. "We didn't hear you leave the shower room," Z said casually, one brow slightly raised as she looked at you.

"Uh, yeah… I kinda just slipped out of there," you said, watching as they walked over to your bunk. Z loudly plopped herself down on your legs and Walker sat quietly on the edge of the bed next to you. "I was dead tired from all that recom body training," you added.

You noticed Z glancing at Walker's direction. You could only assume that Walker had looked back with the same knowing look on her face because Z's lips clicked into a grin.

Z then shifted her gaze onto you as she ghosted her long, slender, blue fingers up your leg, a playful smirk on her thin lips. "Too tired to have some fun, (Y/N)?"

Oh, no, you thought. The way she emphasised the word 'fun' sent your nerves thrumming with excitement and anticipation. Without thinking, you pressed your thighs together. You were late to realise what you'd done. Z was already revelling in the reaction she'd caused, staring back at you with hubris all over her face.

"C'mon, guys," you tried to reason, tone sheepish as Z changed to a firm hand slowly caressing your leg. You swallowed nervously. "It's really late, and training starts ea—"

Walker put a hand on your cheek and pushed your face towards her, her touch soft yet assertive. "Turning us down? You never did that before," she teased, a more subtle smirk on her lips. "Daddy misses having lots of fun with you, sugar~"

Z got on her hands and knees and stalked her way up to your face. She pressed her weight down half your body, draped her arm over your stomach, held your waist firmly, and whispered in your ear, "I know you want it, too, doll~"

She wedged her knee right up your crotch and your breath hitched reflexively. Heat instantly crawled up your face, but before you could do or say anything else, Walker grabbed your data pad and put it up on the top bunk, never once breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes pierced you with a ravenous hunger burning behind her glowing irises. Then she got closer to you and lightly kissed your jaw, dragging her tongue on your skin for a brief moment. A chill ran up your spine.

Z sensed it, and she wasted no time to start riling you up, too. You felt her press her tongue against your neck. She licked down to the base of it, leaving wet kisses and playful bites all over you. Meanwhile, the hand on your waist had snuck up under your tank top to rest on the bare small of your back, and Z pulled you closer to her. You felt her warm thigh against your mound.

You couldn't help keep a tiny moan from slipping out of you, and Walker was quick to take advantage of your agape lips, pushing her tongue in between them as she kissed you while her hands slowly roamed over whatever part of you that she could reach. Her touch left your skin tingling, as if tiny lightning bolts were shooting out of her fingertips.

Succumbing to your own carnal desire, you licked Walker's tongue as you kissed her back, pulling her in by the neck with your left hand. At the same time, you placed your other hand firmly on Z's chest, then you felt her grab it. She licked your fingers, the hollow of your palm, then started trailing kisses up your arm. When she reached your jaw, you broke away from Walker, and Z pulled you in for a searing kiss of her own.

"Told you they'd be down for it," Walker smirked, chuckling. Then she lowered herself down on your neck. It stung when she sank her canines into the crook, but it excited you just as much. You felt your clothed sex throb excitedly, and your thighs tightened around the knee that was still pressed up against you. 

Walker began to pull your tank top off you, and because you had already prepped to go to sleep, you had nothing else underneath it. Z pulled away to let Walker finish stripping you of your top, only to pounce back with a tugging bite on your lower lip. You licked her lips and closed the distance between the two of you once more.

You moaned into Z's mouth as you felt Walker doing away with your chest, fondling, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting wherever she pleased. She did all that while her other hand caressed your thigh. Then she dragged her hot tongue further down your stomach, leaving light kisses on the way and down your exposed v-line. She pulled on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, but only to expose your mound, licking and kissing it briefly before continuing down to your thighs. Z moved her own knee out of the way as Walker knelt between your legs. She kept kissing you all over.

Meanwhile, Z had been playing with you the entire time. She was more intense and rougher than Walker normally was—their duality worked perfectly to drive you insane every time. Z tugged lightly on your queue braid while she kissed you senseless. It felt weirdly pleasurable. As you two alternated between sloppy kissing and tongue rolling, Z's hand roamed all over your top half, then eventually settled to squeezing and playing with your tits. You were grabbing and fondling hers, too, from under her tank top.

Then, finally, Walker pulled your shorts and underwear down completely. Z immediately cupped your hot, wet pussy, pulling away just in time to let you gasp and moan out loud. You didn't mean to, but Z loved hearing it, anyway. She slid her fingers up between your folds, collecting that slick fluid on her fingertips, then brought those fingers up to her mouth. Watching her do it made you feel weak—the good kind, of course.

"Tongue out, doll."

You instantly obeyed, wantonly looking up at Z as she placed her fingers—wet with her saliva and your slick—on your broadened tongue. You licked, sucked, and nibbled lightly on her digits. 

"Yeah, just like that," she smirked, "Keep being good for us and maybe we'll give you something to suck on other than just fingers."

Your mind went immediately to something specific. Something long, girthy, and hidden in the drawers by the head of your bunk. You spiralled at your wild imagination, panting shamelessly on Z's fingers.

Your breathing became more laboured as you felt Walker getting closer and closer to your sex. She kissed around it, teasing you. Running out of patience, you bucked your hips upward at the air and mewled stubbornly.

"And to think you were turning us down earlier," Z snickered. She took her fingers out your mouth and slowly moved them down your stomach, her touch as light as a feather, yet as hot as burning coal.

You were helpless and at their absolute mercy—just as you always were. You tried your best to muffle your moans with the back of your hand, which was quickly replaced by Z with her fingers again. Oh, she just loved putting anything in your mouth. You shamelessly sucked on her long, slender digits as you felt both women inching closer to your sex. But Z stopped with her fingers on your mound, Walker on the crevice between your thigh and pussy.

You squirmed and whimpered. The two chuckled evilly.

Z pulled her fingers out your mouth and pushed away the stray hair that clung to your face. "You want us, doll?"

"Fuck, yes, I want you."

Walker blew subtly on your pussy. "Beg for it."

You groaned. Why the hell were they stalling like they didn't want this just as bad? Still, you had nothing against them. You were putty in their hands.

"Please, please make a mess of me."

Walker and Z looked at each other smugly. Good enough, they agreed.

Z pushed her fingers back into your mouth, letting you suck them more fervently than before at the same time as she finally touched your clit and Walker kissed your lower lips. The former rubbed your sensitive nub of nerves, and the latter licked your folds in circles. You twitched and grinded your hips, moaning and panting loudly with Z's fingers still on your tongue.

"Just like old times," Z snickered. She drummed her fingers on your clit. "Such a fucking slut~"

"Our slut," Walker added before hungrily lapping up your wet cunt, slurping and sucking loudly. "Moan for us, sugar~"

Oh, you wanted to hate their scheming, conspiring, horny asses so badly. They knew you all had training tomorrow. But they just couldn't wait for an off-day, could they.

Yet you moaned anyway, letting go of whatever modesty you still had left clinging onto you. The thought that someone might hear you outside your door had been long buried by your desire for both women. Your hips pushed themselves up against Walker's face, and she grabbed your ass, striking one cheek with her palm as she ate you out like a starving beast. Z was busy playing with your hard, perked nipples, flicking her tongue over one and pinching the other with her fingers. She chuckled as she did so, aware of how close to bursting that ball of heat in your crotch was. 

But then Walker pulled away, leaving only a broadened tongue pressed against your throbbing pussy. You felt her hot breath on your folds as she chuckled. How fucking evil. But you didn't have the time or coherence to curse her. Desperate for release, you grinded your pussy against her tongue.

Z pulled away from your chest, too. She sat back up and watched you. It turned her on to watch how your expressions twisted with frustration and ecstasy, how erratic your hips moved as you chased your orgasm in futility.

She laughed mockingly. "Oh, Walker, now that's just mean."

"It's more fun this way, and you know it," Walker answered as she moved further away from your crotch and sat up.

You whimpered at her absence, then at her grabbing and squeezing your ass cheeks. She teased, "You wanna cum, sugar?"

You looked her in the eyes and nodded eagerly. "Yes, please…"

Walker slapped your ass. It stung bad, but you wanted her to do it again. "Surely, you can do better than that," she said sternly.

Z clamped her hand down on your throat and licked your cheek. "If you want it that bad," she whispered, biting your ear, "You gotta use your words, baby~" 

You looked back into Z's eyes. Her gaze alone made you shiver. "Do anything you want to me," you quivered, "Just let me cum, please, daddy~"

The grips on your throat and ass tightened in sync. "Again."

"Absolutely anything—please, daddy~"

Z pulled you up in the blink of an eye, locking your lips in an intense yet chaste kiss before she settled to sit behind you. She had your arms tangled up behind your back, which kept you in place. Meanwhile, Walker stalked over and pushed your thighs as far apart as possible. She pushed two fingers into your slick, dripping hole—an erotic squelch resounded as she did—and Z flicked and rubbed your clit. They both started at a fast pace, motivated by the wanton sounds that came from your mouth.

You were seeing stars within seconds. Your vision went hazy as euphoria came in waves. You threw your head back on Z's shoulder, staring open-mouthed at the top bunk's underside, tongue lolling as you moaned and called them their favourite nickname. Your almost-instantaneous orgasm rocked your entire body; you were twitching violently between the two women.

But that only motivated them to keep up the merciless pace. Even as your walls convulsed around her fingers, Walker kept drilling into your pussy. Then Z's fingers drifted down towards your entrance, and she joined in on Walker's fun at an alternating pace. God, the noises you made from both sets of lips were absolutely gonna land you an HR summon in the morning.

Walker then leaned forward and licked your lips. You caught her tongue and started sucking on it, locking eyes with her as you did.

"That's it~ Be a good little ragdoll bitch for your daddies tonight," Z rasped as she nibbled on your ear. "I promise you'll still be walking tomorrow."

"Hah," Walker smirked, kissing the corner of your lips, "Just barely."

You grinded your hips faster as the two kept fucking you, each with two fingers up your hole. You cummed a second time, your whole body tensing and twitching between them. Z bit down on your neck, while Walker kissed you hungrily. You rolled your tongue over hers as you moaned into her mouth.

It took minutes for your body to finally relax, and only then did they pull their fingers out of you. They took their sweet time licking your juices off their fingers. You tried to gather your wits about you as they did. Panting, you slumped back against Z as you felt her unlock your arms from behind you. They felt sore, given that Z was really holding you back so tightly. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head towards Z, and she leaned down to kiss you, hands slowly roaming your body.

You felt Walker leave the bed, heard her footsteps headed towards the drawers. No need to look to know which one she'd opened. "Hey, Z-Dog, you wanna use one, too?" she asked.

When Z pulled away, you turned to lazily kissing her neck. "'Course I do," she smirked, "Dibs on the ribbed one."

"Fine," Walker dragged jokingly as she kicked the drawer shut. The metal clanged like a bell at a boxing match.

The next round was just about to begin.

part 2

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #reader insert #shameless #smut #zdog x reader x walker #recom z dog #recom zdinarsk #recom walker #zdog is daddy #walker is also daddy #so why not have both

[the-dixon-effect]

Bruised ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Part 1 - An Amount to Take

A/N: requested by @matilda4eve which you can find here, thanks so much for the love and requests, it really keeps me motivated to write 💕 image creds from pinterest here | guys i know nothing about medicine or hospitals so please forgive me, i even googled 'how to fix slash wound' 😭😭don't think i really did it justice

summary: part 2 coming soon!! y/n is the doctor in Alexandria who helps Daryl after getting injured on a run. when a check-up turns into a whiskey-soaked evening, confessions are made

era: season 6, pre-Negan Alexandria

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: hospitals, scars, blood, mentions of drugs

Maybe it was the delicate brush of your fingertips on the sensitive skin on Daryl's chest, or maybe it was just the blood loss. At this moment, he felt particularly delirious, but whatever it was that was making you look so damn gorgeous right now, it didn't matter. Despite noticing Alexandria's new doctor before, this moment came as a sort-of revelation, so much so that he didn't register the concerned look you were giving him.

Having rushed to the infirmary upon the somewhat unexpected arrival of the huntsman, Daryl Dixon, you tore open his sleeveless shirt and was met with a peculiar sight. Though the large, crimson gash stretching the width of his lower chest dominated the attention of the other witnesses in the room, it took someone a little more observant, like you, to be distracted by the constellations of scars and bruises littered on Daryls' torso. You let out a sigh and decided that the best thing you could do right now was stay focused, especially since just by looking at his facial expression you could tell he was losing blood.

You didn't have much experience as a doctor on account of just beginning medical school before the world to shit, so in moments like these, when the community fell at the medic's feet, you felt an immense amount of pressure. Having never tended to a slash wound before, most of your knowledge regarding violent injuries came from movies or TV shows. It looked... deep, and shutting out the cacophony of voices filling the makeshift hospital room, you concluded that Daryl needed some serious stitches. The blood spilling out of the wound seemed to match the speed that your anxiety was overtaking the rest of your senses. What even happened here? Should we be worried? Is he going to be okay? Your questions seemed to be echoing those of the surrounding individuals. Fetching the stitching supplies, you observed Daryl fading in and out of consciousness.

Your voice was muffled, and, unlike before, he could no longer admire your pretty face since his vision was blurring more and more by the second.

"Hey, Daryl," you began, waving a hand in front of his faded face. You had to suppress the expectation that he wouldn't answer. "Can you tell me how this happened?" Two days ago, a group had taken a van out on a supply run that was supposed to last a week, and here they were today, speeding back through the gates a little maniacally. This was no walker; only a human could've done this.

Suddenly he perked up, and you directed your gaze back up to his tired eyes. "I'm fine, hey, dun' worry 'bout me," Of course, the ever-reserved archer was hesitant to appear vulnerable in front of others.

"Daryl, you're not. I'm gonna give you stitches, I need you to listen to my words so you don't black out, please?" you said, earnestly.

"Alrigh', pretty girl," he drawled, even slower and deeper than usual. You couldn't help but smirk at his words, despite knowing he was delirious.

Prepping your needle, you decided to test just how delirious he actually was, whether that was for your sake or not, you didn't know. With one hand smoothing over the wound with an alcohol pad, you lifted the other hand up and spoke softly, "Daryl, can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Uhh- four," he was smiling wider than you had ever seen before. To an uninformed witness, Daryl might have appeared intoxicated. You picked up on his blue eyes subconsciously roaming over your body as you leaned over him.

"That's good," just as you said this, he winced at the sensation of the needle piercing his skin. Carefully weaving the instrument in and out of his warm flesh, you had to maintain your focus as a relatively inexperienced medic. It seemed, however, that Daryl didn't mind one bit, in fact, he seemed oblivious to the pain as he let his head fall back in what could be mistaken for pleasure. In truth, he was enjoying the attention you were giving him, even though it was your job. You continued asking him random questions to which you received flirty, yet inconclusive responses. Once you had successfully closed the wound with your meticulous criss-cross stitches, you set down your equipment and diverted your attention back to Daryl's weary presence in the corner of the room. Best to let him rest a little while, you figured.

One hour later Daryl awoke to the sound of faint voices filtering through from the room across the hall. He jumped up out of his seat and paced around, taking in the bright room for the first time since he'd arrived there. He was in the... infirmary? He remembered going on that run and crossing paths with those fuckers... but he didn't recall getting injured? At the realisation that he was shirtless, he glanced down and caught sight of a line of stitches spanning his chest, they were new. Shit, one of those pricks must've jumped him.

Just as he was trying to gather his thoughts, you wandered into the room carrying a stack of fresh towels and bandages. Now he was standing, you couldn't resist admiring his shirtless body. It wasn't exactly your fault that you had been crushing on the archer since you first met him. When his group found you cowering in the woods, begging to be rescued, he was the first person to lend you a hand and fight your case.

"Hey, are you alright? I don't think you should be up yet," you babbled as you approached him, gazing up at his tall frame. He certainly didn't look like he'd just been stabbed, you mused.

Daryl felt exposed and vulnerable, especially with your gaze lingering on his body. "Nah, I'm fine. Gotta get back out there an' find ma' bike anyway," he paused for a moment, maintaining eye contact. "Ya' must be busy roun' here, with everyone on edge," he drawled. Your mind was drifting back to his delirious state.

"Oh, well, not really," you let out a slight laugh. "I mean, you had it the worst. I've just been trying to find out what actually happened out there, but no one's telling me,"

I had it the worst? Really? Come on, man.

"It was nuthin' really, jus' these fuckers gettin' territorial 'bout a damn grocery store," you smiled at this, yet you hated to see him getting into confrontation where it ends like this.

"Well... I'm glad I wasn't there. Knowing you, they probably had it much worse. Still, I'm real sorry this happened to you." you said, sincerely.

"Hey, dun' worry 'bout me. Thanks for patchin' me up, by the way,"

"Oh, yeah, I gave you those stitches earlier. They should be fine, I think I'll come round to your place later just to see how you're doing,"

He hummed in response, and you couldn't decipher what his reaction was to your last statement.

"Are you sure you're okay?" his stance seemed a little... defensive. Despite his sweet manner, his arms were folded and his head fell at an angle that highlighted an emotion you had not recognised in the stoic man before now; Daryl looked nervous.

"I'm fine, sunshine," that familiar Southern drawl must be laced with something, you decided, as it reached your stomach and created a series of flutters before you were able to form an appropriate response.

"Alright, well, I think you should be fine to go home. Just don't be running laps around the neighbourhood, 'kay?" your reply made him chuckle as he prepared to return to his house and take a shower, anticipating your visit later. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at his presence, especially considering the way he was acting around you earlier. Still, he was jacked up on anaesthetic an hour ago, he couldn't have meant half of the things he said.

As the sun began to sink beneath the trees lining the perimeter of Alexandria's walls, painting the sky in delicate hues of pink, red and orange that you were finally allowed to appreciate, you strolled down the street heading towards Daryl's place. The days were getting shorter and the cold seemed to be catching up to you as you wrapped your flannel jacket around your arms in an effort to retain as much warmth as possible. When you reached his front door, you knocked twice and straightened yourself up so as not to appear particularly frail. In truth, you hadn't actually planned what you were going to say to the archer, but nevertheless, here you were.

His appearance registered in your brain before you realised that the door was wide open. "Hey Y/N," Daryl was wearing that skintight black shirt with sleeves that clung to his muscular biceps just a little too well. His wet hair was sticking to his neck and he smelled... really good.

"Hey, I, uhh- I just came to see how you were doing," you said, sweetly.

"I'm alrigh', ya' wanna come inside?" his voice was laced with pride, perhaps he'd detected the less-than-innocent looks you were giving him.

You hastily agreed and followed him inside, guided by his large frame. Entering his basement-turned-bedroom, you took in the sight as though it were an art gallery, so full of him. If Daryl could be personified as a physical space, it would certainly look like this. It even smelled like him, felt like him in a way you wished you could be more familiar with. Turning around to face the man who perfectly completed the space, you realised that his black shirt which you were only admiring just now had been discarded and strewn to some far corner of the room. The view took you a little by surprise, but, as you did earlier, you attempted to refrain from gawking at his shirtless body.

Approaching him, you flushed with pride at the sight of perfect, seemingly-uninfected stitches. You thought back to your first-ever attempt at stitches - maybe a year ago - when you hurriedly and apprehensively stitched up a gash on Tara's forearm. That didn't go well. The wound was infected shortly after and, despite your friendship, she never let you live it down. It appeared, however, that your technique had improved since then, judging by the state of Daryl's chest.

Tracing your fingertips over the wound, you spoke up, "They look good. I'm pretty proud of myself, I can't lie," you said with a giggle, looking up to meet his eyes. You had never felt this... loose in front of Daryl before.

"Yeah, ya make a good doctor. Never told me where ya' learned all that?" he drawled. He wished he could tell you just how much he appreciates you and how much you do for the community, but the words are lodged in his throat.

"I was in medical school for half a year before... well, before the world went to shit. I'm actually curious to know what you were up to before the turn." it was true, Daryl was a mysterious character who had undeniably intrigued you since the moment you met him. If only you could break down those thick walls he seemed to have in place, you could discover the hidden treasure you were certain was lying somewhere in that heart of his. Someone with so much expertise in the areas of tracking, hunting, combat and survival can't have had a particularly ordinary life, you supposed.

Daryl decided to act upon his little revelation earlier. "How 'bout I fill ya' in over a drink?" you struggled to conceal the distinct way one corner of your mouth was tugging upwards. You contemplated for a moment, the idea of enjoying yourself just for the sake of enjoying yourself seemed so... unreal. Gone were the days of running for safety and sleeping with one eye open, but that animalistic survival instinct never left you, not really. Though you knew the walls of Alexandria were perfectly safe, you still kept your guard up. Was it time to let that go, just for a night?

"That sounds nice,"

"Shit, lemme put a shirt on first," you chuckled at his flustered manner. You wanted to tell him not to worry about it, Lord knows you liked the view. Still, you couldn't quite tear your eyes away from the same scars that littered his chest.

An hour must have passed already. The two of you just sat - or sprawled - enjoying each other's company and finding solace in a quickly disappearing bottle of whiskey. You had discovered the origins of Daryl Dixon and found yourself, somehow, even more attracted to him than you were before. As the alcohol started flowing, so did the deep conversations that were reserved for nights like these.

"Mmh- I should probly' go ta' bed, goin' on a run tomorrow, sum... pharmacy," Daryl was slurring his words. You might have noticed, too, if you were a little less wasted. "Gotta get sum' meds, for you," you were unabashedly giggling now.

"Well, if you find yourself looking for medicine," you were slurring your words, too. "Think you can grab me some... methamphetamine?" you laughed at your own joke. It wasn't even funny. No way was Daryl gonna find crystal meth in a fucking chemical pharmacy?

"The fuck is that?" he grunted.

"Crystal meth. Drugs. Tell me you've gotten high before, Daryl. I bet you have."

"Oh.. yeah, definitely. Merle loved his meth." you frowned at the mention of his brother. "Didn't take ya' as the type who liked ta' get high,"

"I mean, I didn't do it often, y'know, it just... made things better. Momentarily. That was the best part. Made you live for the moment. Like everything could be changing around you but, right now, you felt like heaven,"

"Yer startin' to sound like someone I used ta' know,"

"I mean, I guess it's not just the good stuff. Like, there's an amount to take and... reasons to take more."

Daryl knew what you meant. Despite his difficult relationship with substances and alcohol in the past, which he didn't enjoy discussing with most people, he felt close to you right now. Closer than he was normally used to. 'Reasons to take more', you didn't need to elaborate, that was the perfect way of putting it.

"Mm, yer right, aint never said it ta' no one before. Ya' gotta be careful though, those things... change people. Hell, I've seen it too often,"

The whole evening, you felt a swell of endearment rising up from the pit of your chest leading up to this moment. You're not gonna remember this in the morning, so why not? It's not that serious, anyway, you decided.

"Daryl, you're perfect. Like everything you do, for us, for me, the way you put your life on the line every day for a plastic bottle of meds. Nobody ever says it either, and it makes me so angry. Treat you like some kid that doesn't know how to handle himself. You're perfect, Daryl. I hope you know,"

Perhaps if you were sober right now this moment would've been a little more sentimental. Instead, you lay on his couch staring at the ceiling, thoughts clouded over with drunk affection. Breaking the silence, Daryl spoke up, equally as wasted as you were.

"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you righ' now?" all he was doing was speaking his mind. The same way had done earlier that day when you were leaning over him, giving you all of your attention, you looked damn fine in your own state of delirium over on his couch. Catching his eyes, you first maintained the eye-contact then stood up, wobbled for a second and approached him.

"Kiss me then,"

A/N: sorry not proofread 😓A MOTH LANDED ON ME WHILE WRITING THIS

#brandy writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x you #twd fluff #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl

[holylulusworld]

Walkered (1): Frustration

Summary: You’re getting on is nerves. Right?

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy August, sub/dom undertones, implied mentions of subspace

A/N: This is the first part of my sub/dom drabble collection with Dom!August Walker.

Walkered masterlist

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He growls in your direction.

You don’t know what you did to deserve August’s wrath today, but that’s all you get from him. A cold glare in your direction, and snarl as you don’t give him a reaction.

“No. I think I’m cute,” you give him your sweetest smile and bat your eyelashes. If you want to survive in this world, especially at your working place, you cannot let a man walk all over you.

He releases a frustrated huff. Most of the women he met in his life would’ve cried when he barks at them.

But you. You are a whole new level of frustration to him. “You’re neither cute nor funny. Do you think it’s funny to mess with my report?”

You bend down to open the drawer of your rolling file cabinet to get a lollipop from your secret stash. If you must face August Walker today, you’ll not do it without something sweet to make him more bearable.

He’s the epitome of a grumpy bear with an attitude.

You sit back up, looking around your small cubicle to calm your nerves. There’s a fake sunflower next to a unicorn plushie. You smile as you remember the day you got it.

“Did you even listen?” He grunts and snaps his fingers in front of your face. August steps into your personal space to stare down at you. “Where is my report?”

“It’s not my job to take care of your reports, Sir.” You dare not to tell August what's on your mind. He’s fucking tall and beefy and the way he squares his jaw makes you whimper.

He dips his head to look at all the nick-nacks on your desk. “What’s all of this?” He asks. “Plushies, toys…sweets.” August nods thoughtfully. “Do you like surrounding yourself with fluffy things, princess?”

You swallow thickly.

His hand. That large paw is suddenly on your face, and it’s surprisingly gentle and warm. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in his warmth.

“Hmm…you don’t belong here.” He murmurs. “You hate this job, and you’re not good at it. I see the way you dreamily look out of the window.”

Usually, you would protest, but his hand is so warm, and you feel yourself drifting away. “What is it that you want, princess?” His breath fans over your face, making you whine.

“Hmm…” you’re so sleepy and just want to curl into a ball on your bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. “Warm.”

He chuckles at your reaction. August never took his time to get to know more about you. Now he found your weak spot. You’re a natural sub and love giving up control.

“You want to be safe and warm, huh?” He furrows his brows. It’s been a long time since he found a natural sub. Most of the girls he spent his time with lately wanted to try new things to spice up their sex life.

They never lasted long. Not with a dominant man like August. “How about I take you home tonight? We could talk about my report too.”

“Hmm…Julie took care of it,” you murmur, afraid to be any louder. “I don’t know what happened to it.”

“Good girl,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “I want you to get off work earlier today. Meet me at the garage. We have a lot of things to discuss.”

You blink your eyes open the moment he takes his hand off your cheek.

“I—” you don’t know how to react, or what to say. August was nothing but vile towards you, and now he made you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. “I can’t. You’re so mean.”

“No when it comes to my girl,” he brushes his lips over your forehead. “If only I knew you’re looking for someone like me to take care of you.”

Walkered (2): Revelation

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#august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #Mission impossible fanfiction #angst #Walkered: Frustration #august walker x female reader

[watatsumiis]

Been walking around a lot today so I figured I'd write about some headcanons about walking with some of my faves!

Going to upload this in a few parts (about 4-5 characters in each one!)

Characters: Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Capitano, Childe, Dottore,

Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), platonic friendships with the listed characters (unless you consider handholding to be inherently romantic), just some cutesy bits about walking around with them!

Albedo enjoys quiet on his walks, he stops a lot to look at things that interest him, to take notes and the like. He walks at a bit of a meandering pace, with you by his side. I imagine that he can be a little touch averse so he's not super into the idea of holding hands or anything like that, but he'll call you over every now and then to look at something of interest, he won't make you feel silly for asking questions, he's super kind and gentle when explaining things when he's got a low-effort whole body activity like walking to do at the same time!

Al Haitham is a fast walker, he'd probably leave you in the dust without realising. He can be a little flighty/unsure about walking somewhere without a set destination in mind, but after a few walks he begins to notice that taking a break from his studies to get outside and walk about really does help him let out some of that anxious energy. He's probably also kind of touch averse (especially on hotter days) but he might be okay holding hands every now and then, especially if you're somewhere crowded or busy.

Ayato doesn't often get time off to just wander around aimlessly, so he revels in going on nice long walks - especially in places that aren't very crowded, he loves nature walks especially. He almost subconsciously offers him arm out for you to take when the terrain underfoot gets rocky or uneven because he's just a gentleman like that. He's a fast walker, but a steady one - I'd imagine that while he doesn't love crowds, he's a very good person to walk behind when there are a lot of people bustling about simply because of how much of a presence he holds, both in terms of his physical height and appearance and his high-ranking status as the Yashiro Commissioner! He'll definitely treat you to boba and snacks if you're out at the markets!

Capitano goes on a lot of walks, he's a very physically fit person so his morning routine probably consists of like a 2 hour jog or something intense like that. He's not very talkative, he's more of the 'silent company' type, where you both just walk side by side, but he'll stop and listen to you if you have something you want to say or point out. He won't actively seek out physical contact, but he won't actively oppose it if you initiate it, he's kind of laid back in that way. He's very pleasant to walk with I think, he'll contently listen to you as you ramble on about whatever is on your mind.

Childe is like a little kid, darting about a few paces ahead of you as he checks out every single little thing - he loves walking around markets or forested areas, anywhere where there's lots of things to look at and keep him entertained. If you turn your back for a few moments he's just suddenly run off to go talk to some random merchant or investigate a funky looking rock. He can and will just randomly grab your arm and drag you over to look at something he finds interesting. He also has no qualms about holding your hand and using you like a living, breathing fidget toy.

Dottore likes to observe - both you and the environments around you. He's big on people watching and will point out when he sees others doing strange or interesting things and come up with theories as to why they may be doing those things. Walks with him are pretty quiet at first as he acclimates himself to your walking routine, learns what your 'normal' patterns and such -- I imagine he can be very routine-oriented when he's doing things such as this, wanting to focus more on your habits and how you do certain things so he can log it. He'll let you do what you like, which includes holding hands or linking arms, but if you change things up from your normal routine he'll want to know why.

I reckon I'll do some more later, if you have any characters you'd like to see me write some headcanons for with this prompt, please feel free to send me an ask, anon or not and I'll see what I can do!

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[bookqueenrules]

Who is the returning character(s) in TOWL? Beth is a VERY viable option.

Returning TWD character(s) in TOWL have been confirmed both in an Entertainment Weekly and a TVLine article.

Here are the clues given so far about the returning character(s):

It is someone more unexpected than a WB or Fear character. 

Some “hidden history” will be revealed, and that revelation will include the return of AT LEAST one other familiar face.

PM said that Jadis holds “many secrets”.

When asked about catching up with a familiar face or two, Andrew Lincoln said, “There might be a COUPLE more surprises.”

There are timeline contradictions that show it cannot be anyone around the flagship during the Commonwealth “take over” including, Judith/RJ, Carol, Darryl, Father Gabriel. or anyone who was in the series finale before the one-year time jump.

AL and DG have mentioned that it has been around “six years” since Rick and Michonne have seen each other, and that they have a “a five year old” son. Remember, this may go multiple seasons, so they won’t start it too far out in the timeline.

Everyone realizes that Gimple does NOT follow the most obvious timeline when crafting the show. However, he recently has put very specific time drops in the shows.  WB starts exactly 10 years after the beginning of the apocalypse. Jadis is in season 2 which is just a couple of months past the start time of August 2020.  

So, Jadis would be able to be back in Philadelphia in 2021 with the same awful haircut for TOWL. (Don’t forget she knows what Beth looks like. She painted a portrait of her for Maggie. Also, calling them “walkers” would be another giveaway.)

When Darryl arrives in France, Isabelle specifically says that it has been 12 years since the start. So, it’s 2022-2023 in the TWDU. It was confirmed that when we see him in Maine, it is a few months after the one-year time jump at the end of the series finale.

So, the Commonwealth arc takes place in 2021 in TWDU. The time jump is to 2022.  Therefore, NONE of these characters can be in Philadelphia in 2021.

Not to mention that there is no “hidden history” as all of these characters have been on the show for years, and we have been told that, aside from some flashbacks, all the action in TOWL will be set in the current timeline of the show. 

So, what are the other possibilities?

It could be Morgan.  However, there is a problem with the timeline for him as well, and there is no time for any “hidden history” because Morgan has been around Padre for the last 7 years.  Also, it’s not THAT unexpected as literally the last time we saw him he went looking for Rick.  He would have gone back to Alexandria first, and, in 2021 and 2022, we saw Alexandria without Morgan. Lenny James has said he was done playing Morgan unless it was something “really special”. I think they would be able to get him back for a crossover limited series, but not for something as open-ended as TOWL seems to be.  I expect him to return to reunite with Rick at some point, but not in these first 6 episodes.  Additionally, he was suggested as the returning character in the EW article. I don’t think Gimple would let them spoil it if he was the only returning character surprise. 

Heath is a possibility. However, it has been confirmed, after being implied in TWD that Jadis traded him to the CRM.  He would definitely have been an A.  At most, I would expect to see his zombie corpse. The actor who played him just starred in The Color Purple movie.  I am not sure he would come back. As Heath was only in six episodes, I don’t think it would be that much of a reveal.

 Beth.  We know there is “hidden history” there.  We never saw her buried.  We never saw TF leaving Atlanta.  I can’t think of another core character where we don’t see what happens to their body.  She was last at a medical facility.  We know helicopters were seen around Atlanta where Grady was. It would definitely be unexpected.  We also know that the Beth story has always been Gimple’s baby.  He wrote her first arc, her suicide attempt, in Season 2.  He loves the idea of those others consider “weak” surviving and becoming strong.  You can see that through Carol’s arc, Eugene’s, and Gabriel’s.  Would he let Zabel, who is running the DD show spring a surprise he has been planning for since at least season 4? If Beth does return, I expect she will be in a much higher position of power than Rick(she is the new sheriff in town) and will help Rick and Michonne survive in some way.

I assumed Beth would show up in the Daryl/Carol spin-off and that might still be the case, but it does make sense to me that Gimple would want to save that reveal for a show where he had more control and that would have the most “original” TWD viewers.  Beth would be another hook to get them back. They will wonder what other “hidden histories” are still out there. They will wonder where Beth will show up next. Will she reunite with Maggie in Dead City or Daryl and Carol in Europe? Gimple recently confirmed in an interview that the CRM DOES have a global reach.  I expect Beth to work in some capacity in the medical/research field in the CRM. She could easily end up in a sister research facility in Europe. I almost wonder if the Consumed twist will be Beth rescuing Carol and Darryl. A reverse of what was supposed to happen in Consumed. If TOWL is set in 2021, Beth has over a year to arrive in Europe BEFORE Daryl and Carol.

Thoughts?

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[dahliarose2]

KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 3

summary: negan shows you around the Sanctuary as things take a turn when you see Daryl for the first time since the line-up

daryl dixon x reader

part 1 part 2

You stared out the car window, watching everything dart passed you as Negan drove fast and carelessly, occasionally laughing as he swerved across the road jokingly. You blocked him out, savoring your last few moments of freedom, watching the trees blur into one as your whole body felt numb. Your spine definitely had a bruise from the the blow you had gotten from the Savior, but you couldn't feel it anymore; you couldn't feel anything anymore. The scenes you had just witnessed at the line-up played over and over again in your head as much as you tried to block it out. Glenn and Abraham, how quickly everything had happened,

You couldn't suppress the overwhelming guilt you felt. In your attempt to save the rest of the group from a fate like Glenn and Abraham, you had gotten Daryl caught up in it too. He was on his way to the Sanctuary because of you. You felt tears well in your eyes, as if you hadn't already cried enough today, as you worried for Daryl, worried what he thought of you. 'He probably hates me. This is my fault,' you scolded yourself mentally, thinking again and again of him being hauled into the back of the van by Dwight. Then suddenly, your sadness subsided as your jaw clenched. You were going to kill him. Maybe not soon, but you were going to kill Dwight for everything he has did to Daryl. You got Daryl into this mess, and you were going to get him out. Somehow,

"Here. we. are!" Negan yelled loudly with a grin plastered on his face, watching you jump as you were pulled from your thoughts. You looked up at the monstrosity that was The Sanctuary, taking in the tall, grey walls, the dozens of armed Saviors and the prisoners working in the yard parallel to the facility. Negan's eyes watched you analyze your surroundings and you could feel his sultry eyes on you, trying to ignore them. "Welcome to your new home, sweetheart," Negan announced as he strolled towards you, his red, bloody bat still swinging by his side as tried to block it from your vision, keeping your gaze fixated on his face,

"Well," he said loudly, elongating the word as he looked at you expectantly, "what do you think?" You looked around again, noticing the tired, blank expressions of the prisoners as they struggled in the heat, noticing now the walkers that were attached by chains to the gates that surrounded the building's perimeter. You turned back to him, your eyes sunken in your head, face pale from the crying and exhaustion you felt. You glared right through him, staying quiet for a few moments as he tilted his head in amusement at your defiance. "Homey," you quip bitterly, your expression unmoving as you glowered at him,

He only watched you, clearly admiring your persistence in keeping a strong front, as broken as he knew you were. After a few moments of silence, he let out a hearty laugh, clearly mocking you as you continued to glare at him. "You've got spunk," he commented, between laughs, pointing at you with his bat, making you flinch as it came towards you, the blood of your friends still coating it, having dried into the wood of the bat now. "I like that," he reveled. He started to walk away before turning back to look at you with that charming smile, clearly wanting, more so expecting, for you to follow him. You reluctantly followed him, two guards walking either side of you as soon as you moved, making you scoff,

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," you muttered, rolling your eyes as your eyes looked at the armed gate, by both guards and walkers. As soon as you reached Negan, he did a dramatic bow, extending his arm in a mock gentlemanly stance, letting you walk in front of him, making you clench your jaw and obediently walk ahead of him, not getting far before you felt his hand on the small of your back, making you whip around to smack his hand away angrily to which he didn't even flinch, quite the opposite, as if on instinct, grabbing your wrist in his firm grip, making you yelp slightly,

He preempted your aggressive maneuver because his goal was to elicit that reaction from you. His jaw clenched for a moment as you attempted to pull your wrist back, to which he only pulled you further towards him, his face now inches from yours, gazing down at you and for the first time, his signature smile wasn't on his face. Your anger had subsided into slight fear as you grew uneasy by his serious, almost venomous, stare. At your action, you now noticed the 4 soldiers surrounding you had their guns locked on you as they awaited Negan's command. In the silence, you stupidly tried to pull away once again, putting more force into it this time. Though this time, it wasn't out of rage, but fear,

His hold on you only tightened as he looked even angrier by your refusal to be subservient or still. After a few seconds of staring at you, he let out a chuckle once again, but this time it had a bit more bite in it, less laid back than his previous amused laughs. He loosened his grip on you momentarily before smiling down at you wickedly. "And for that little outburst, as hot as it was cupcake," he declared loudly, swinging Lucille in his other hand making you hold your firm gaze with him even more, trying not to look fearful, "I'm unfortunately gonna have to take it out on your little boyfriend, Daryl,"

And just like that, at the mention of his name, you knew your mask had fallen; you couldn't even fake it. Daryl used to tease you about it all the time. 'You could never play poker, you know that, right?' he would joke as you hit his arm, knowing your emotions were always hard for you to hide, wearing your heart on your sleeve, especially when it came to your group; your family. And what was once something you could laugh about, you cursed yourself internally for not being able to hide your panic. You were afraid, and Negan knew it too by the way his smirk grew at your response. "No," you yelled, though it came out as more of a plea, not noticing your wrist was still in his hold until he let it go right then and there. You were in no mood to be stubborn anymore, not when it came to him,

Negan threw his head back laughing heartily, and in any other case, you would've been driven to punching his lights out. But after his threat, you wouldn't risk doing anything reckless, especially with 4 guns pointed at your head still. He let out a loud exaggerated sigh as he looked at you, cocking his head to the side. He liked having this sort of control, not just over you, over everyone. He relished in his little power trip, watching you practically squirm. In one motion, he used one of his leather glove-clad hands to wave his soldiers down, making them look confused, but still lower their guns,

He took a bold step forward towards you as your eyes practically begged him. "I'll let you off the hook with a warning for that one darlin'," he asserted, with a touch of mockery in his voice at how quickly your demeanor had shifted. Just as you breathed a slight sigh of relief, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding, you felt his face move closer towards you, before his expression hardened as it had earlier, making your blood run cold for a moment. "But pull that shit again, defy me again. And I'll make sure our little buddy Daryl looks different than the last time you saw him. Capeesh?" he finished with an evil grin,

You nodded slowly, letting him know you understood. "I'm sorry," he drawled, as he studied you with a confused look, "I'm gonna need some verbal confirmation, sweetheart." He wanted to push you, see how far you could be pushed before you would break and get angry, giving him an excuse to follow through on his promise to hurt Daryl. But while you were tempremental, you weren't stupid. You continued to stare at him. "I understand," you assured with a straight face. He gave you an amused look at your composure, before resuming with his hand lightly on the small of your back, guiding you inside as you did nothing to stop him this time, as much as it aggravated you,

You observed and listened as he led you through the complex, pointing out the different rooms, as if you would even be allowed to freely walk into them, which you knew you wouldn't be. Finally, he landed at a door, standing in front of it for a moment, before leaning against one side of the doorframe. "Go ahead. Open it," he states merrily, motioning his head to the door. You looked at him warily, before reminding yourself that he would have no reason to hurt you or lead you wrongly now. You reached for the knob, turning it to reveal a large bedroom, adorned with luxurious furniture. You waited purposefully for his permission to enter the room, which he seemed to like. "After you," he said with a smirk as he followed you in, waving the 2 guards off as they departed,

You heard him close the door behind the two of you as you glanced around the room, taking in the expensive looking couches, the plush bed and the fancy furniture. "My humble abode," his voice boomed as you looked around. He sauntered passed you, making his way over to a drinks cart situated in the corner, hanging his bat on some sort of hook as he did so. He placed two intricate glasses down as he poured some whiskey in both of them. He grinned widely at your practical dissection of the room as you continued to pace around. "Come sit," he offered benevolently, though you knew there was no offer there; it was a 'sit or I'll make you sit' statement. You stopped your pacing to walk towards the couches, sitting in the one parallel to him, so you were facing him,

He chuckled at your avoidance of sitting next to him, pushing your drink towards you on the table. You watched him take a sip, before picking it up to take a gulp. Again, you knew he'd have no reason to kill you, but you were cautious nonetheless, not letting your guard down. You had seen firsthand only hours ago what happens when you don't preempt his next move, he was unpredictable and you needed to remember that, regardless of what you thought he would do. You were taking no chances. 'You have to be clever about this,' you thought to yourself, watching him lean back in the seat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table as he threw one leg over the other,

"How did you take this place?" you asked stoically as you picked up your drink to gulp the rest down. Negan's jaw dropped in mock shock as he leaned up slightly. "She speaks?" he laughed as you began to shift uncomfortably, realizing how forward it sounded. "You didn't answer the question," you pointed out, to which he only laughed more. "Well how do you think? We filled our guns up, waltzed in here, guns-a-blazin', shot a few rounds, cleared the place and bam!" he rambled dramatically, "what's with the curiosity anyway?" You placed your glass down, sitting back in the couch, thinking of how to respond. "Just wondered how you achieved all this. Can't have been easy to take it, is all," you shrugged nonchalantly,

He nodded, clearly entertained by your random question seeing as you hadn't said one word to him. "Glad you like the room so much. This is where you'll be stayin'," he proclaimed with a smile, his voice speaking like you had just won a trophy or a medal of some sort. When his announcement fell flat as you looked at him confused, he shook his head lightly, not in an annoyed way, more so like he was playing a part, which is how he seemed to act all the time in the hours you had known him. "My ego's a bit bruised, sweetheart. I mean this is a very special bounty you have won. All my other wives stay in a communal room next door. But you're different, you intrigue me and that doesn't happen often. I thought you' be a bit happier," he stated in mock disappointment, placing a hand on his heart as he sighed,

At this, you wanted to gag. The fact that he had multiple wives who he flaunted as prizes was enough to make you feel ill, and the fact that he figured you should be honored for staying here, with him, 24/7. As much as you wanted to reply with a witty retort, you bit your tongue, knowing it was the smart thing to do, and that's what you had to be to get out of here; smart. "Well it's an impressive room so no complaints," you responded calmly, surprising him again, but he said nothing, only grinning more. "There's one more place I wanna show you, right this way," he said, opening the door, walking with you down the hallway,

You stayed vigilant, taking note of every turn you took, almost creating a map of this place in your head. You'd need every bit of information you could get if the time came for your escape. 'When, not if,' you corrected yourself in your head before Negan halted, making you stop in your tracks and stop with your daydreaming also. You looked up to see Dwight pushing Daryl towards the two of you. You froze, taking in his already dirty figure, dressed in what looked like a prison uniform, as his head hung low, staring at the floor, jaw tightened in anger. "Well, look who it is, Y/N," Negan remarked noisily, gesturing towards Daryl, whose head now darted up to look at you, taking in your form, looking up and down, practically scanning you for injuries of any sort,

His jaw loosened slightly once he saw that you were fine. You felt tears well in your eyes as you looked at his disheveled state, your heart breaking as you both stared longingly into each other's eyes forgetting Negan and Dwight were even there, it was like time stood still for that moment. Almost like you were back in Alexandria, safe, happy. You were rudely awakened when Negan snaked his arm around your waist making you tense up. "Me and my wife were just taking a stroll around the facility. What a coincidence seeing you here, Daryl," he added, acting shocked. You turned to look at him, how he stared at Daryl with a wicked smile, realizing now that he had orchestrated this meeting to make him lash out,

Daryl in his rage, didn't notice what you had noticed, practically leaping forward towards Negan, as he stepped back swiftly just as Dwight had grabbed a hold of his arms, yanking him back, bringing the crossbow down on his back. "No!" you shouted, all sense going out the window, as you ran forward on instinct, as Negan wrapped his arm further around your waist now, pulling you back until you hit his chest roughly, keeping you encased there. "She's not your wife. She's not your anything. She doesn't belong to you," Daryl fumed, still struggling under Dwight's hold as Dwight only brought the weapon down on his back once again, harder this time,

"Stop. Stop it. You said you wouldn't hurt anyone else," you cried out, attempting to look up at Negan from where you stood against him, craning your neck up at an awkward angle as the few tears you had in your eyes slipped out against your will. He looked down at you but only smirked, tightening his hold on you as you moved around, attempting to get him off you which proved futile. "Get your filthy hands off her, you son of a bitch," Daryl yelled out in a growl from the floor, despite being in pain. Once Negan said nothing, Dwight took this as a sign to keep going. "Shut up," Dwight shouted angrily, violently kicking his foot into Daryl's abdomen several times, all while you yelled out for him to stop,

By now, Daryl was in a wounded heap on the floor, fists still clenched as he huffed furiously. "Now Daryl, there was no need for that, now was there?" Negan consoled mockingly, leaning down to be closer to Daryl, before returning to your side as you stood there, watching Daryl who coughed gruffly, managing to glower up at Negan. "Thought you would have trained your little puppy by now, Y/N," he jeered, as you scowled at him now, your turn to clench your fists this time, keeping your composure as much as possible. "I mean I really don't know what you saw in him. I mean you should be grateful. I've saved you. And I can show you all the things he definitely couldn't do, if you know what I m-"

He only got that far before you watched his head flick to the side. Your breath hitched as you realized from the stinging sensation in your hand that it was because you had slapped him. You gazed from your hand to his face, which let out a breathy scoff, before turning back to you. You tried to remain firm in your standing, straightening your posture. "I did tell you," he whispered eerily, making you step back from him, and again, and again, until you felt the coolness of the wall against your back, "the first was a warning." He didn't shout, only whispered making you even more fearful as you watched him lick his teeth, shaking his head. "What happens now is entirely your fault, angel. Dwight, be a doll and break Daryl in a bit, would ya?" Negan said gleefully,

Your heart stopped as you watched Dwight pull Daryl up from the floor, walking him away with the crossbow aimed at his head as Daryl kept his gaze on you, not looking scared at all. His heart secretly broke a little watching you cry freely now, tears falling one after the other before he was gone from your view. Negan stepped in front of you so you were now looking at his chest as you zoned out. He moved a hand to your cheek as you wanted to flinch away but stopped yourself for fear that Daryl's punishment would be even worse than what he had in store already,

"Aw angel, I'm sorry, truly," he comforted falsely, wiping your tear away with his thumb, though there wasn't an ounce of genuineness in his voice. You felt sick, thoughts running away with themselves on what Daryl was facing right now. You stared up at him now, eyes void of anything. "You're despicable," you whispered, through gritted teeth as he smirked as he threw his head and shoulder back, faking getting a shot to his shoulder making you clench your jaw in rage at his lack of care, as he made a joke out of the situation. His smile left his face swiftly as he gripped your forearm roughly, making you gasp in shock, as he dragged you through the corridors, turning corners before landing in front of his bedroom again,

A guard that stood in the hallway saw Negan coming, with you in tow, and opened the door, Negan waltzing straight through as you pulled with all your might against him as he stormed into the room. He pushed you forward making you stumble, but not fall. By the time you had turned around, you could see his face for a moment, before he slammed the door shut as your eyes widened, running to the door. Just before you turned the knob, you heard a lock click loudly, pulling it anyway but to no avail. "Let me out," you shouted. "No can do. After that little stunt you pulled back there, you can simmer down in there. I'll be back later and you better have a change of attitude or things are going to get a whole lot worse for Daryl," he yelled back before you heard him mutter something to the guard about not letting you out until he got back,

You slammed your fist against the door in rage, before pacing the room, running your hands through your hair. This was your fault. If you hadn't slapped Negan, Daryl wouldn't be getting hurt right now. You forced down a sob that you felt rise in your throat, before taking a deep breath. 'I have to get us out of here,' you thought to yourself. You need to be smart, you told yourself the same thing you did earlier. You had to come up with a plan to end this; to end Negan once and for all

PART 4 POSTED ON MY MASTERLIST (IN BIO) ;) hope you're all enjoying! let me know if you want to be in the taglist, this will be a long series

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[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

8- The Mirror Doesn't Lie 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale+, Alternate Universe 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer’. 

Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Olivia Nevrakis x M!OC Alex Cossoy 

*Most characters belong to Pixelberry 

*Not Beta’d, please excuse all errors.  

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking/gun violence. Not recommended for anyone under 18 years of age. 

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 1990

8- The Mirror Doesn’t Lie 

Chapter Summary: Preparations for the Celebration Ball continue for the upcoming Saturday at the palace to officially inform the court of the princes and their expected arrival date in August. Drake’s revelations about his future are revealed with memories of the past for Liam. Lena, under custody with Interpol is transferred to Lyon, France.  

Music and Title Inspiration:

Simply the Best, Sara Beth                                               Mirrors, Justin Timberlake 

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #38, Prompt #1 - “I love your curves. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”, Prompt #2 - “Pretending to be happy is pretty damn exhausting.” 

A/N2: My submission for Choices June Challenge, Prompt – Nature – Run (jogging), beach, sunshine, summer. @liaromancewriter 

A/N3: My submission for Character Summer Challenge, Prompt – beach @choicesficwriterscreations 

Bright, early mornings in the summer always brought a calming solace for Liam. As he jogged along the coastline of the private, secluded beach near the Capital, the sunshine and cool sea breeze invigorated him and allowed for clarity of thought; a guilty pleasure that he took for himself. Listening to calming music through his ear buds, and with the steady pace of his jog, his thoughts eventually turned to the conversation that he had had with his brother the previous evening. Liam shook his head, remembering with regret how the phone conversation quickly got heated... 

‘Leo, are you trying to tell me that I need to give this woman, this stranger, the benefit of the doubt?”

All I am saying Liam, is that our father turned his back on his own daughter, on your sister, my half sister.

Oh, in that case you are trying to tell me that I am just like our father?!  

This woman threatened my daughter, stalked my wife, told you that she wanted my throne because she felt that I was not worthy of it. 

And what, I should just let her have access to me and to my family without consequence? 

Are you insane?! '

Liam stopped abruptly, not realizing his calming jog had turned into a fast-paced run. He bent over, slowing down his breathing as he swept the sweat from his brow.  

 The sunshine glinted off the bows of the yachts docked at the marina just up ahead as he looked up. Chuckling to himself, he realized how far and fast he ran. 

This argument had swiftly spiraled into a shouting match and ended with Liam curtly ending that conversation. 

Shaking his head, he chastised himself, thinking that when he returned to the palace, he needed to call Leo to further explain his reasoning and to apologize for the conversation getting out of hand.

Of course, he was curious, and wanted answers from this woman, his ‘sister’. What he really needed was answers from his father.  

Why did he not embrace his own flesh and blood? Why?  

Why would he knowingly abandon his child?  

Why keep this child away from him?  

Was his father’s paranoia the reason?  

These are missing pieces to this puzzle that confounded him. Should he give her the benefit of a doubt? Yes, he can. However, there are qualified Interpol Inspectors that are trained to vet situations like this.  

His responsibility, no... his duty was to protect his queen and family at all costs. Which makes it a critical priority to keep this woman physically away from Cordonia’s borders. 

Liam made a mental note to call back Olivia and Inspector Cossoy back to the capital, once Lena was secured in Lyon, France. 

Picking up his jog again, he continued at a steady pace, changing his thoughts to the upcoming celebration ball being held at the palace on Saturday. Deciding to formally invite Amalas, he was sure that his brother would follow her back to Cordonia. That would be the perfect opportunity to extend an olive branch. 

“Li, hold up.” Drake appeared walking on the dock, interrupting his thoughts. 

“Hey, Drake, good morning.” Liam slowed to a stop, turning to greet his friend.  

“Welcome back, how was your trip?” This being the first conversation that the friends had since their talk; Liam was curious about how his trip to the U.S. played out. 

“Pretty good, all things considered.” Drake acknowledged. 

“Delaney’s parents were very welcoming. Her older brother, not so much.” 

“Oh, oh! That must have been uncomfortable, what did you do?” Liam joked, clapping Drake on the back. 

“He was asking me more questions about my intentions than her father did.” Drake rolled his eyes, shaking his head. 

“It made me wonder what Laney told him about me.” 

“Why would she disparage you?” 

Drake ran his hand down his face, sighing, “we had an argument just before we left the hotel to meet her family at the restaurant. She seems to think that I am afraid of commitment.” 

Liam looked at his friend, “well, she may have a point there.” 

“Not you too,” Drake complained. “I just like my space.” 

“Yes, well, it sounds like she wants a future with you, Drake, and that means compromise.” 

Groaning, “I get that, Li, it's just that.... Drake paused and exhaled loudly, closing his eyes. 

Liam noticed the tells of Drake’s nervousness and stopped to look directly at his friend. 

For whatever reason, Drake was having a rough time returning eye contact. 

Without looking up, Drake reached into his backpack that was slung over his shoulder. 

“I have something for you. It is an invitation for you and Riley.” 

Surprised, Liam reached for the sealed envelope. “This? An invitation for what?  

Drake, speaking very quietly, “well, I don’t want to spoil the surprise... But it is something incredibly special from Delaney and I.” 

Liam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, reading the look on Drake’s face as apprehensive. 

“Delaney and I have come to an agreement.” Drake looked everywhere but did not return Liam’s questioning gaze. 

“We have decided to set up roots, here, in Cordonia, as a couple.” 

“Really? What happened to change her mind about moving back to Austin?”  

“We came to a compromise.”   

This piqued Liam’s curiosity. “What exactly did you agree to?” 

“In your hand, Li, is a wedding invitation.” Drake revealed, his eyes not looking up from the ground. 

“Well, well, well...this is, a surprise. Congratulations, my friend! Riley will be delighted to hear this.” 

Still looking at the ground, Drake nodded, “thank you, Liam.” 

Furrowing his brows, Liam looked at his friend in confusion, not saying a word. 

“Watching you with Brooks, all these years.... I want that too.” Drake spoke hesitantly. 

It wasn’t lost on Liam; the meaning behind those words. Knowing that Drake had feelings for Riley, once upon a time, that had sparked during his social season. Confessed feelings that still lingered for Drake, but feelings that were never returned by Riley. 

“Pretending to be happy is pretty damn exhausting,” Drake confessed. 

♤♡◇♧

Royal Boutique, Cordonian Palace 

Eleanor squealed, “mommy, look at all the pretty dresses! I want that one! Oh, oh, look at this one! Mommy, pleeease, may I have both?” 

It was the Friday before the Celebration Ball at the Palace. Promising her daughter, the particularly important grown-up task of choosing her formal wear, Riley watched her little girl excitedly choose two dresses to try. 

“Well, Ellie, since you can only wear one dress to the ball tomorrow, the other dress you can wear to the next event. Choose the one that you think fits the purpose of having this ball.” 

Eleanor tapped her finger to her chin, debating her choice.  

“You handled that situation perfectly, your majesty.” Riley’s personal assistant, Claire, whispered. 

“Mommy, I have decided.” 

Riley looked expectantly at her daughter. 

“These dresses are wrong,” Eleanor answered. “These dresses aren’t blue.” 

Claire grinned watching Riley’s reaction, as Ellie plucked the blue dress from the rack to try on, leaving the other selections behind. 

Shaking her head with a smile, Riley resumed looking through the ball gowns in the boutique. It was time to find a gown that would fit her now rapidly changing body and her personal assistant suggested an A-line pastel yellow tulle ball gown with an embellished plunging neckline. 

Gazing at her reflection in the full-length mirror she smiled as she felt flutters in her tummy. The twins were very active in their daily movements tucked securely inside her body. 

“Claire, this is the one.” Riley called out to her assistant from the dressing room. 

Hearing the dressing room door click behind her, Riley was delighted when she felt Liam’s strong arms wrap around her; clearly not Claire. 

Riley closed her eyes, when she felt his lips kiss her ear. 

“Mm mm... what did you do with my assistant?” Riley tittered. 

“I sent her away. You have me to attend to your needs.” Liam responded, kissing down her neck. 

“In that case, what do you think of this gown? Do you think the bodice is too revealing?” 

“I love your curves. I think it’s one of the best things about you.” 

Giggling, Riley playfully swatted his arm. “Liam, I am serious!” 

“I am too, love.... You are ravishing.” 

♤♡◇♧

Monterrisian Royal Palace 

The unmarked black SUV passed through the palace side gate as Alex and Olivia watched. Lena was being transported out of the country by Interpol today. 

Once Lena arrives at the Interpol headquarters in France, she will be given a psychological evaluation and be officially charged for her crimes.

Alex overheard Leo's question for Olivia...

“She did not look happy, but at least she wasn’t resisting or trying to escape.” Olivia answered Leo on her cell speakerphone. 

"Good to hear. Amalas notified Liam this morning about the transfer."

"Are the two of you planning to attend the celebration ball tomorrow?"

Olivia was well aware of the 'conversation' between the brothers.

Agreeing with Liam, Olivia was very vocal about her position to Leo after their conversation ended.

"Yes, Liv, I will go but I am going solo."

Olivia looked at Alex, raising her brow, and answering Leo.

"This will be an interesting evening,"

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