#You're cracking my ribs with just one embrace ( Save );

[kpchrs]

Hiii! First of all, thank u so much for the continuous snowbaird content in my dash. Now, you're one of the reasons that I keep coming to this app. Since I'm a sucker for what ifs, and I enjoy your thoughts about snowbaird, how do you view their relationship progression, if they never went to district 12, aka, coryo didn't get punished and Lucy gray stayed in the capitol? Do you think that was a possibility? Also, unrelated, but I really enjoy the ff list recommendation, thank u for that. And I think it's so funny that in some FF it's portraying snow's virginity lost, it's so refreshing to see the guy in this position, not the other way around. Also, the sexual tension and physical contact is such a big thing in their relationship, I like when people don't overlook that

Hi, Anon, I'm sorry this took sooooo long. I'm afraid I got lost on the path of life. I'm just kidding. I was just thinking too hard about something new I can add to this lmao (None, and I give up finally.) Happy that my...shitposts(?) can entertain you. Thank you.

Because you are asking about the possibility, I think it's not really a possibility, unless some miracles knock people's heads, that they would just dismiss or not notice him cheating. But for the sake of the AU, let's forget about that.

Let's say after winning the Games, instead of his mum's poison compact, his dad's Lucy Gray-perfumed handkerchief, and the jaded, bitter Highbottom, he is greeted by Lucy Gray.

Goodness, how romantic. I'm sure it will be a so-tight-you-can't-breathe hug. A rib-cracking embrace. A tear or two or three.

He did it. He just saved his girl. Oh, she's really his girl now, right? Lucy Gray. His girl. (He also gets the Plinth Prize, yes, the Snows will return to their glory days now. Snow lands on top.)

[Coryo's mind will wander far into marriage. I mean, he's a teenage boy high with happiness at this point and I think his mind would go there so.]

Finally. Life is looking up from here.

Lucy Gray just got out of her doom. She thinks the world of Coryo. He just risked everything to save her life! Lucy Gray is very grateful and maybe Coryo can get a few days with her staying in the Capitol (with the reason so she can recover). It will be a lot of sweetness before Lucy Gray drops the bomb by saying she wants to go home.

This Coryo has no reason to go to the District. He won't want to.

Districts, he thinks with...disgust (and fear he swallows). ...Maybe to meet Lucy Gray it's worth it anyway. But it will be better and the best scenario if she can stay in the Capitol. With him.

What will Coryo do? Well, he can try to convince her to stay.

The Capitol loves you.

Coriolanus, Capitol is not for me.

I love you. He weaponises confession without being sure of his own feelings. (I think in this stage, he is still wondering.) Don't you want to stay with me? With the Plinth Prize, I can provide for you.

Coriolanus, I must go back to the Covey. They need me. (I'm not sure if she will reciprocate the confession. I think, in the book, Lucy Gray feels more comfortable with her feelings and the relationship because Coryo following her to Twelve confirms his sincerity for her.)

Coryo can keep trying, but I don't believe he will win the debate lol Sorry, bro.

In one fanfiction I read (and still haven't continued), Coryo 'convinced' her because he's backed by Dr Gaul. He lied to her that 'the Capitol is endangering your life' to keep her in the Capitol.

Without Dr Gaul, nah. No chance.

Unfortunately, Coryo, nope, she doesn't stay.

"Goodbye, Lucy Gray, I'll see you in letters." After sharing a last kiss in the train station, there she goes. In this universe, at least she leaves on a good note. Phew.

With his family and money secured, also because he feels safe enough (unlike in Twelve), Coryo won't be as desperate as he is in the book, which is why I don't think the worst scenario will happen...

...Yet?

In this AU, I think the story can continue when the Capitol invites Lucy Gray back to sing in the 11th Hunger Games. The drama will start depending on the mentor system (victors/academy senior students), if Coryo interns in the Hunger Games (maybe, who knows, he will justify it all for power), and if Lucy Gray wants to go back at all. Well, I do think Lucy Gray will come back, it's the Capitol's demand, she wants to be safe after all, but maybe she will sing in defiance of the Games. She can write a vaguely(?) rebellious song and...well, the Capitol's and Coryo's reaction will be so interesting and that's how the drama starts!

It all depends on the plot, baby!

TLDR; if everything goes smoothly, the less desperate and more secure Coryo will let her go. After all, power is his priority and it's in his grasp, though I do think he will keep in contact with her. After that, it depends on the gods (the writers).

I'd love to hear other opinions. This is fiction, after all, everything is possible if you justify enough.

And about the fics lmao! Coryo's virginity's loss! Okay, let's not pretend that he got some experience, yeah? XD This guy admits it himself in the book so unless it's a time skip he will remain inexperienced pfft (even though I don't really see him as a guy who sleeps around even with Livia after Lucy Gray. If he does it, it's to gain something.)

Much like the popular fanon, I do think Lucy Gray is more experienced than him. My previous fandom also has this popular trope in the fics, so I think this trope is very attractive to many people. Fumbling men are cute PFFFT.

With Anne, we think physical touch is one of their top love languages. Judging from the amount of book kisses the film omitted, in our opinion, that's why physical touch is prominent in fics.

About the sexual tension, let's face it, the book doesn't go there because it's a YA, but if it wasn't it would absolutely go there. It's just the CERTAIN vibe from them. Everlark is purer and Snowbaird is filthier LOL (And also because of the simple reason that it's hot.)

I love it too! It's cute :P

Thank you for the ask,

Kris

#thg #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #kris got asks

[leiawritesstories]

Last one for now j in promise but city boy rowans parents come (since they come every summer) and see how they’re drawn together and meddle/maybe catch them in a compromising position

A Fine Woman

Rowaelin Month 2022, Day 10: Unconventional Way to Get a Date @rowaelinscourt

thank you for the prompt anon and i’m sorry it took so freaking long to get this done and posted lol

word count: 2,006

warnings: lots of parental meddling

enjoy!!

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"Love?" Rowan's lazy whisper floated into her ear.

Aelin cracked her eyes open, not budging from her very comfortable position sprawled in Rowan's lap on her porch swing. "Hmm?"

"I, uh, there's something I have to tell you."

"Fire away." She shifted so her gaze was on him. "I'm listenin', city boy."

He released a short huff. "My parents are coming."

"Really?" She sat up, resettling herself into his lap. "Oh, that's wonderful news! I've missed 'em here."

"Yeah, well, they've missed the place too, and they managed to get a couple days of vacation while I'm still here. They'll be arriving tomorrow."

"Yay!" She beamed at him. "D'you need to pick 'em up from the airport?"

"No, they're renting a car. I just..." He blushed a little, the color hidden by the falling darkness. "I thought I should probably warn you."

"And why's that?" She kissed his nose. "Your parents know that we're grown adults, they can deal with us havin' a...friendship."

"That's just it, love." He swallowed. "They're going to meddle, I just know it."

"Because..."

"Because they don't know that I'm your boyfriend," he blurted, his whole face flushing scarlet.

Aelin burst into laughter, cupping her city slicker's face. "Oh, city boy, you haven't told your parents?" She calmed her giggling. "Well then, I s'pose we'll just have t'let 'em make their meddlin', yeah?"

"You're evil," Rowan pouted.

She kissed his puffed-out lips. "You love me."

"I love you," he chuckled, kissing her warmly.

"Thanks for the warnin'," she grinned, laying her head atop his broad shoulder. "But don't worry, Ro, I adore your parents just as much as they adore this place. We'll be fine."

~

Enna and Peter Whitethorn arrived at Galathynius Ranch shortly before noon the next day, strolling into the guesthouse wearing big bright smiles.

"Aelin!" Enna exclaimed, folding the ranch owner into a warm hug. "I've missed you, dear."

"Welcome back," Aelin grinned, embracing her. And moving on to Peter, who greeted her just as affectionately. "It's so good to see y'all again! I've missed you 'round these parts."

"Not half as much as we've missed being here," Peter chuckled. "Have you seen that son of mine anytime soon?" He flicked his wife a sly wink. "I remember him saying something about being here to greet us when we arrived..."

Enna nudged her husband in the ribs. "You're not being even remotely subtle," she whispered.

Rowan strolled into the atrium then, beaming at his parents. "Hullo, Mom, Dad."

The Whitethorn parents immediately rushed to their son, folding him into a tight embrace. "It's so good to see you, son," Peter murmured, hiding the emotion choking his voice. With Rowan working so much, he was hardly able to see his parents save for scattered FaceTime calls and the occasional holiday visit.

"It's good to see you too, Dad." Rowan handed his mother a handkerchief. "Don't get all weepy, Mom, I'm right here."

Enna sniffled. "Don't sass me, boy. It feels like I haven't properly seen you in years, and look at you!" She winked. "All grown up and just begging for a wonderful woman to take you home."

"Mom," Rowan groaned. "At least wait until dinner to start your matchmaking, okay?" He grabbed both parents' suitcases. "Where's your room?"

"Where it always is," Aelin laughed, handing Enna the room keys. The Whitethorns had been staying in Room 324 since they started coming to the ranch. "It's all ready for ya."

Peter threw another grin at his wife as they watched Rowan effortlessly heft their suitcases and head up the stairs. "Look at our strong manly son go," he hummed, just loud enough for Aelin to hear. "Any woman would be lucky indeed to have him in her life."

"Peter," Enna chided, winking at him even as she pinched his side, "I thought we'd agreed not to be obvious!"

Aelin had to turn around so they wouldn't see her blushing.

She counted herself lucky indeed to have Rowan in her life, yes she did.

~

"Well look at that," Enna smirked as Aelin finished her little speech and strolled through the dining hall. "She really does know how to bring the place to life, doesn't she?" A casual elbow into her son's arm. "Doesn't she?"

"Wh--huh--Aelin?" Rowan jerked his gaze away from the woman in question. Or, more accurately, from the way her blouse exposed far too much skin for him to remain cool and collected. "Yeah, she really brings the guests into the ranch life."

His mother nudged him again. "Am I correct in presuming that you, being a high and mighty city man, don't partake in the ranch life?"

Rowan smothered the comment that rose within him regarding exactly how much he partook in ranch life. "I've gone horseback riding!" he protested.

Enna laughed. "Son, you could go horseback riding in Seattle." She beamed at him. "Oh, look! Aelin!" Before Rowan could protest, Enna waved Aelin over to their table.

"Well hey there," she greeted them, smothering her wicked grin at the rather uncomfortable expression on Rowan's face. "What's up?"

"Aelin dear," Enna beamed, "Rowan was just telling me that he wants to do more of the ranch activities!"

Aelin quashed her furious blush. "Well, Enna, I oughta tell y'all that Rowan here's actually participated in quite a few of the ranch events. Heck, it seems so recent that he was doin' lasso lessons and ridin' cranky ol' Erawan like a pro!"

Rowan groaned deeply, burying his face in his hands. "We agreed not to mention the Erawan incident!"

Aelin smirked. "But yer a ranch legend now, city slicker." She flashed a grin at his parents. "Ask any of the guests, they'll tell ya all 'bout Mr. Whitethorn here and his adventures."

"Isn't that wonderful?" Peter grinned. "Say, Aelin, how about you tell us when the guests go horseback riding and we'll go along with out son, yeah?"

"Of course!" She handed them a little brochure listing the activity schedule. "I go ridin' with everyone for the morning slot, and my ranch manager, Darrow, does the afternoon."

"Then we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning," Rowan's father replied. "Looking forward to it!"

Rowan hadn't lifted his face.

Chuckling, Aelin winked at his parents. "Y'all might want t'cheer him up a li'l," she teased. "He looks awfully miserable. Poor Mr. Ranch Legend."

~

"Poor Mr. Ranch Legend?" Rowan practically wailed, flopped on his back on Aelin's couch. "You're evil, love. Evil."

"I know." She grinned down at him, his head lying in her lap.

He sighed. "Ae, how in the hell are we gonna keep them from 'accidentally' leaving us together at the side of the trail?"

"Whoever says they'll do that?"

"Mom's in full-speed-ahead matchmaker mode," Rowan mumbled. "I've a bad feeling that she'd stage a wedding right here, right now, if she could."

Aelin chuckled, carding her fingers through his hair. "And would that be such an awful thing, now?" she teased, playing the devil's advocate just for the hell of it.

He caught her wrist. "Cowgirl, I haven't even proposed to you yet."

"Is that a promise, city boy?"

Something impossibly soft flickered in his pine eyes. "You're my forever, Aelin," he whispered, "I know you are. But I'm...I'm not ready to take another step yet."

She caressed the sharp planes of his face. "I know, my love. Neither am I." Then she flashed him a smirk. "Won't stop your mother from tryin', though."

~

Brimming with slightly wicked glee, Aelin made it her mission to tease the absolute hell out of Rowan on the next morning's excursion, starting with putting on her very favorite pair of jeans. His very favorite pair of her jeans. The ones that molded seamlessly to the curves of her ass, her hips, the defined length of her legs. He'd gone into the guesthouse for breakfast, not wanting to give his parents any more hints than they picked up about how he and Aelin were actually dating, so he didn't see her in those jeans until she arrived at the corral for the ride.

"Mornin', everyone!" she greeted the group of fifteen or so guests. "How y'all doin'?"

Rowan's eyes just about bugged out of his head, his brain emptied of everything except the overload of Aelin wearing those jeans in front of the whole group.

Enna elbowed him. "Quit gaping!" She grinned. "I know she's a gorgeous woman, but you can't just gawp at her, my boy."

"Mom!" Rowan hissed, flushing. "Stop that!"

Once everyone was settled on a horse and moving along the trail, Aelin trotted over beside the Whitethorns, tipping her hat. "Mornin', y'all."

"Good morning," Peter grinned. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Perfect for a ride," she replied, sliding Rowan a sidelong glance.

Rowan choked on whatever he'd been about to say. "It's lovely," he wheezed, his ears flaring bright cherry red.

Aelin winked and settled into pace with his parents. Giving him a high quality view of her ass as she rode along the trail.

Fucking hell.

As the group started off again after their quick water break, Rowan noticed that his saddle was loose. Odd. He'd been certain that it had been secure. So he dismounted, stroking the horse's neck, and checked the straps. Sure enough, one was loose. He grumbled a string of swears and reached for the loose strap.

Only for Aelin's hand to land atop his. "Uh-uh, Ro."

"Huh?" He blinked. "Aren't you supposed to be with the group?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm s'posed to be makin' sure none of the guests do anything stupid like try and fix a saddle they ain't got no idea how to tighten."

"Oh."

She chuckled. "Stand aside, city boy, I'll have this fixed in no time. And don'cha worry, Galan's with the group, they'll be fine when we catch up." Efficiently, she re-secured the saddle strap, murmuring to the horse as she quickly tightened the leather. "There ya are, Ro."

"How the hell'd it happen?" he wondered aloud, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I thought everything was all set when we left the ranch grounds, Ae."

She shrugged. "Saddle straps loosen. Only takes a moment to fix."

His quizzical look morphed into slyness. "A moment that we now have alone, hmm?"

"You're bad, city boy," she chuckled, stepping closer.

He smirked, sliding his hands over her hips. "Is it so bad to want a little kiss?"

Her lips curled wickedly. "With you, Ro, nothing's little."

He swallowed her giggle with a claiming kiss, his tongue brushing against the seam of her lips. She sighed into him, opening her lips at his gentle, coaxing demand, leaning into his body for one stolen moment.

A wolf whistle jerked them back into reality, and they sprang apart, both blushing madly.

"I knew it!" Enna Whitethorn's triumphant declaration rang across the prairie.

Rowan groaned, yanking his bandanna up to cover his face. "Mom!"

Enna giggled, beaming at her son and the ranch owner. "I knew you two wouldn't be able to resist each other, I just knew it!"

"Doesn't mean you had to loop all the way back here to see it," Peter teased, stopping beside his wife.

"Oh, you are the worst," she returned. "Wasn't it your idea to keep them held up back here?"

Aelin gasped. "You set us up!"

"Guilty as charged," Enna admitted without an ounce of regret.

Aelin tipped her head back, breaking into laughter. "Really?"

"You two make a very cute couple, if you were wondering," Enna grinned, waving her fingers at the two of them, Rowan in distress, Aelin laughing. "I don't regret a thing, dear."

"I do!" Rowan groaned, turning back to his horse and swinging himself a little clumsily into the saddle. "That might be the most embarrassing moment of my life, Mom."

"Well then," Aelin began, flashing her city slicker's parents a very wicked grin, "in the spirit of embarrassing your son, I think I should let you know that we've been seeing each other for a while now."

~~~

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[dandelion-sugar]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror adam #Angst #shumatsu no valkyrie #Adam #x reader #ror adam x reader

[asterroidd]

fragment in time

↬ Reincarnation/Soulmate AU

—Wherein past lovers would always find each other in a different life.

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬ Word count: 4.4k

↬ Synopsis: Perhaps in another lifetime, you and Levi would finally be together.

↬ not proofread, capn’ :’)

   The smell of blood wafted through the air. Screams of terror of fallen soldiers plagued your senses as man-eating-giants unhinged their jaws, their large teeth sinking down into the soft flesh of your comrades. Their blood splattered around, your terrified eyes watching each and every one in your squad being eaten alive by the titans.

   It was a simple mistake, an error created by the supposed messenger from the other squad of soldiers reporting in to inform you of the titan wreaking havoc amongst the lands to the west. You took them upon their word, heeding into the information, and as such steered the squad towards the east to avoid the chaos.

   But they were supposed to say east. East was where the giant beasts are.

   Which brings you back to today's scene, wherein you are badly injured—and perhaps internally bleeding—with an aberrant titan desolating your men.

   Biting down your cheeks, you groaned in pain as you adjusted yourself into a sitting position. Hands flying down to your stomach in attempts to stop the bleeding caused by a titan that caught you earlier.  You were in death's door—a foot in the grave you have dug yourself in ever since you signed up to be a soldier in the Survey Corps—ready to embrace the sweet release of death that would finally rid you of this hellish world. That is until one of your men saved you, slicing the fingers that are wrapped around your torso and harshly tossed you to the side and out of harm's way.

   You froze in horror, unable to recover your mental state after being a hair's width to cessation.

   "Lieutenant (____)! Take my horse and esca—" was their last words before the titan bit of their head. The beast looming over their figure, a sickening grin adorned their face as saliva trickled down its chin. It let out a small grunt of pleasure, gulping down the severed head of your comrade. Their lifeless body slowly slumped down until they fell with a thud against the grass. Dirt mixed with fresh blood dirtied their pristine white shirt they wore along with the Survey Corps uniform.

   You felt so useless. . .so powerless.

   The scene played inside your thoughts like a broken record playing in repeat. Over and over again. . .

   It was a nightmare much worse than those you have in your sleep. No. . . this is reality. This was actually happening right before your eyes. With a shaky hand, you brought it up to cup your cheek, smearing blood all over it as you lightly pinched yourself to confirm that you are actually awake and are not simply dreaming.

   You wanted to save your squad—your friends whom you trained and joked with back inside the walls. The very same people who were assigned to you by Erwin.  But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

   Your body wouldn't budge.

   It was as if fate was tricking with you—letting time slow down for you to witness the horrific scene before you. You wanted to take a break, just a brief moment to recollect your thoughts and congregate yourself to fight back against the titans. You wanted to fight back; to slice the nape of the titan that killed most of your squad. But you find yourself unable to. Shoulders slumping down in defeat, eyes swimming with salty tears, and mouth so dry like those desserts Armin spoke of.

    As the titan's hands hover above, your life flashed before you. Recounting your most joyous moments from childhood to adulthood. Like that one time your mother gave you a hand-sewn doll for your birthday. Or when you got accepted to the Survey Corps despite your family's protests.

    You'll die a terrible death, they say. It's safer inside the walls.

    But you defied them, enlisting your name the moment it was announced that the military branch was recruiting a new set of soldiers for the next expedition happening in a few months. Your first time outside the walls was different.

    Instead of puking everywhere and shaking in your horse, you felt strangely calm and excited. Not only that but you also easily killed the titans coming your way. Which in return shocked the higher-ups and eventually gave you your own squad a few months later due to your pure skill.

    But perhaps the most memorable event in your life was meeting your fiance, Levi Ackerman. You met him a few years back—when he was still a fresh new recruit just like you. His skills with the 3d maneuver gear were no joke. The male looked so graceful whilst swinging from tree to tree. Moving as fast as sound as he sliced off the napes of giant beasts that dared come close to him.

    You idolized him at first—looking up to him in astonishment and hopes that one day, you would also possess the same prowess as him. Perhaps being on par with him in speed and killing titans was your goal. And so you set out to accomplish that ambition of yours; training every day until you pass out from exhaustion, harnessing your skills in hand-to-hand combat, and of course, improving your technique in using the 3d maneuver gear.

     That surely got his interest, because months later Levi started to acknowledge you more. Whether it was a simple nod and greeting when both of you passed each other in the hallways. Visiting you in your room when he knew a friend of yours died during the expedition. And of course, Levi bringing you tea to your office in the wee hours of the morning whilst you are drowning in piles and piles of paperwork.

    Before you knew it, you and he confessed to each other one night. You remembered it as clear as day. There were no clouds that moment, letting the moon shine brightly and provide light to the dimmest corners of the base. The stars were also out, glimmering in a rhythmic pattern that you grew to love.

    I think I have feelings for you. . .romantic ones, you first confessed to him. Your hands bawled up in a tight fist, your eyes screwed shut, and heart hammering against your chest in anticipation of his answer. Much to your delight, he reciprocated your feelings.

    That's good to hear, you swore there was a small smile. I feel the same way.

    You relish in the memories of you and Levi inside his office. Every activity with him makes your heart swell and heat rush to your face. Being with Levi makes you forget the horrors of the world offers and instead replace it with comfort and blissful moments. Whether it was a simple trip downtown, spontaneous cuddle sessions when no one was around, and of course the pleasure-filled occasions with him behind the closed door of his office.

    You treasured every moment inside your heart. And you would do whatever it takes to experience those once again.

    What you were going to do was obviously a suicide mission—you should've just taken a horse just like what your comrade said. But you are one stubborn one.

    Despite your body screaming in pain and agony, you won't die in vain. No, you'll stand up and fight back. Levi is expecting you to return back home intact and alive. You fired the hooks in a nearby tree, reeling yourself towards it before releasing it. There was a brief moment you're flying in the air. Everything was silent save for you hearing your own clamoring heartbeat against your rib cage. You've managed to escape in the nick of time, the titan's fists closing in the area where you once were. You could've died right then and there if it weren't for you acting quickly.

    Your eyes clouded with rage, you fired the hooks once again, only this time to the nape of the beast. In one fell swoop, its nape detached itself from the rest of the body.  A grunt escaped past your lips, an electric-like shot of pain coursed your veins. Air whistled past your ears as your velocity pushed you towards the side. Somehow in the process of killing the titan, its blood splattered on your face as well clothes.

    With immediate effect, mind you, as small wisps of smoke emerged from your clothes. A sign that the blood is vaporizing. You kept your eyes low, staring at the gaping mouth of the now-deceased beast. Within a few minutes, its once strong skin would disintegrate. Turning into piles of bones that, if given more time, would also fall apart. Like a bubble bursting into nothingness once in contact with air.

    You let out a small sigh of relief, letting your knees buckle and come in contact with the ground. It was a miracle that you could move despite your wounds.

    Though, you celebrated all too early.

    A shiver went down your spine as you heard the loud thumping behind. You whipped your head to the sound, eyes widening as a titan much bigger than the one you have killed was making its way towards you. Their mouth was stretched in an eerie smile, body covered with blood—with what you presumed was human's from another group of soldiers. Perhaps it heard the commotion and as such ventured towards the sound.

    "Shit. . ." you cursed, finally realizing that you were out of gas and the blades are dull. The horses, as you observed earlier, were injured and some ran away. Even the one your comrade left for you was long gone, nowhere to be seen.

    You imagined death so much it feels like a memory. Is this where it gets you? On your knees while the titan several feet ahead of you. You see it coming as clear as day, the surroundings a blur as you fixed attention on the beast. Do you run? Do you scream? Do you close your eyes and accept death? Though, you knew all too well that with your cracked ribs and injury, you wouldn't run as far.

    You chose the latter.

    Hands releasing the blades, you closed your eyes as you embraced the impending death.

    When the titan wrapped its fingers around your finger, you kept your mouth shut. Not even a scream escaping past. Your breath hitched, breathing in the godawful stench as the beast opened its mouth. Perhaps salivating at the thought of gnawing at your flesh.

    A choice with no regrets, that is what Levi said. True, you had a lot of regrets throughout your life, but you would never regret meeting him and enjoying every moment with him. Even if it was brief and shortcoming, you cherished it. Though, you truly did hope you would see his face once again. To relish under his touch. To hear his voice once more. Oh, how you wished you bid farewell before you take your final breath.

    You cried in pain as its teeth slowly sunk into your flesh, your lower half of the body bit by bit being detached from the rest. Tears streamed down your cheeks. This was finally it. The moment wherein you would take your last breath and leave this hellish reality.

    That is, until a strong gust of wind passed by.

    "(____)!!" you knew the voice all too well. It was Levi's.

    You opened your eyes, realizing now that the male had successfully killed the beast and is now carrying you in his arms. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising up and down vehemently. "You—" he started. Fear danced in his eyes, perhaps tears clouding his vision despite his attempts to keep it at bay. It was a rare sight to see Levi crying, usually, only a handful of people get to witness it. That said, you were always the one to comfort him in his darkest nights.

    Levi carefully set you down, letting you lay down on the grass. "Don't you dare close your eyes, (____)!!" he pleaded. Hands clasping your shoulder blades.

    "The others are coming this way—" he fought back a sob. "Just—just keep your eyes open long enough."

    But you and he knew all too well that the deep gash in your abdomen as a result of the titan sinking its teeth is far too severe to be treated. The damage has already been done, it would be magic if the medic could heal you. Still, Levi clung to that hope that you would survive. That you would be back in the walls with him just in time for the wedding to happen after the expedition.

    Levi was frantic. Unsure of what to do in seeing you in such a state he knew would be far-fetched to heal.

    A minute.

    He deduced that with your injury and blood continuously pouring out, you would still have a minute or two with him before you leave for good. Levi hated the thought of losing you. He blamed himself for letting you separate from him for this mission. So when he was informed that a titan wreaked havoc upon you and your squad, Levi did not think twice in changing directions in order to check up on you.

    If only he was fast enough. If only he could turn back the time so Levi could save you in the nick of time before the titan drilled its teeth unto your flesh. But he knew all too well that what has happened has already been done. So for one last time, he'll make sure that the time spent with you would leave no regrets.

    In contrast to him, love and mirth danced in your eyes, sparkling like a radiant summer sun glistening and being reflected on a puddle of water. Carefully and somewhat sluggish, you raised your hand to cup Levi's cheeks. Your thumb caressing his skin that you love oh so much.

    "I'm glad I could see your face one last time. . ." you murmured under your breath, too weak to raise your voice.

    Levi tightened his grip on your shoulders, this is it. The moment he'll lose another loved one yet again. "Save your energy. Don't you dare leave me," he spat.

    "Levi. . ." you chuckled despite the pain. "You and I both know that I wouldn't make it in time. . ."

    His broken expression made you wish this was all a dream.

    "So. . ." you trailed off. "Just hold my hand, please?"

   You blinked as black spots danced in her eyes. You were getting sleepy though ironically your body can't rest. The pain in your lower half was gone but when you tried moving, the pain emerged again. It somehow finds a way to wake you up. It was as if fate knew to keep you awake just to have one final moment with your beloved.

    Levi closed his eyes, finally accepting reality and abiding by your request. With shaky hands, he clasped yours quite harshly. He was not ready to lose you.

    "I'll see you in another time. . ." he slowly spoke. "We'll meet each other again and I'll find you."

    One tear slid down your cheek, "Yeah. . . See you."

   You woke up with a start, eyes flying open and you gasping for breath.

    The room was dark, save for the small light given by the sun which was shielded by the floral curtain. A blue vase etched with gold ethnic marks and aster flowers in it sat at the windowsill. The first thing you registered was the feeling of cotton against your skin and the dark surroundings of your room. Slowly, you moved into a sitting position, your body feeling light as if you are floating in thin air.

    That dream of yours had been reoccurring more often, plaguing your thoughts every night as you hit the haystack and welcome the sweet embrace of sleep—as if some outward forces want to tell you something.

    You were in a trance—fog clouding your brain as you recalled. Distantly, your fingers ran over the soft cotton blanket, you can't help but feel like you were forgetting something.

Something important.

    It was odd enough that giant naked men are desolating the lands; eating every human that comes across its way. But the thought of actually fighting it using a device far too technical for you to understand is what makes it absurd. That one particular scene keeps replaying over and over again when you sleep. You are confused—flabbergasted even. Though, it could only point to one answer.

    It was a hand maiden's tale. A story passed down from generation to generation that the person constantly reappearing in your dreams was your soulmate. Though you wanted to believe that, it was a slim chance that it could actually be true. For starters, you were not a superstitious person—you believed in facts and data instead of made-up tales by who knows who. Still, something deep inside you was screaming that the male in your dreams was your destined beloved.

   So as you strolled down the halls of the campus, you can’t help but let your thoughts drift off to the dream that incessantly appears at night. It was yet another day of you visiting the library to check if there are any new books added to the catalog. It may seem a nerd-ish move, but who could blame you? Thousands upon thousands of books right at your fingertips that you could easily access for free. Who wouldn’t want free books?

    The soft beep of the monitor lets you know that your ID card has been scanned and as such recorded that you have, yet again, visited the library. As you stepped inside the room, there are a couple of students slumped over the tables. Their laptops opened, notes sprawled out, and multiple pens scattered around. Despite the obvious studious set-up, half of them are on their phone or sleeping. Talk about slacking off.

    Shaking your head, you opted to walk straight into the fiction section where you spend most of your time scouring each shelf in search of a new adventure. Though, you halted momentarily as an unfamiliar figure came into view. They were searching for something—at least that is what you presumed given their furrowed eyebrows and the occasional curse underneath their breath.

   It is such a rare sight to see someone other than you in the fiction aisle. Mainly since most students would be in other sections searching for biographies, dissertations, and old literature stuff that would aid them in their studies. At first, you thought it was Arlert, the freshman you met a couple of months back when both of you happen to stumble upon each other. The male happens to be searching for a specific sci-fi book. Luckily, you had practically memorized each shelf in the fiction section. As such, you helped him find the novel he desires. Before you knew it, you and he had become close friends that would occasionally talk to each other about books both of you enjoy.

   But that isn’t the case this time. Armin’s iconic blond hair wasn’t in sight. Instead, onyx black in an undercut hairstyle is what greeted you. Wait a minute—he exactly looks like the male in your dreams.

   You stepped closer, quiet as to not disturb or startle him. When you got close to the figure, you concluded that, indeed, he is the male in your dreams; quite literally and figuratively.

   True, he is the exact spitting image of the male you’ve been seeing every night when you’re fast asleep. But also he is exactly your type; sharp jawline that could probably cut your finger, steel gray eyes that look oh so mysterious, and saints, the way you could see small veins on his pale hand drives you crazy.

   “Uhmm. . .do you need help?” you voiced out without thinking twice. You had to slap yourself internally when the male turned around to glare at you.

   He rose a brow, eyes trailing from head to toe as if questioning you what are you doing.

   “Ah—uhm. I didn’t mean to startle you but I am quite familiar with this section so maybe I could help you with what you are looking for.”

   The male narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed into a thin line. Both of you shared silence, the distant hum of the air conditioner was the only thing you could hear. “What happened to Lori,” he abruptly spoke which perplexed you.

   “What. . ?”

   “I am looking for the second book of ‘What happened to Lori’. Do you know where that is?”

   Your mouth fell open in realization as to what he was pertaining to. It was the exact book that you bought a week ago after finding out that the library doesn’t have the second book to the duology. It was a hefty price, but all was worth it since the story is all too intriguing to be left behind in book one. You needed answers and a continuation, and as such bought the second book online.

   “The second book isn’t actually available. . .” you explained. The male cursed under his breath, something about the library being a useless piece of shit that was stupid enough to not buy the second book considering it was a duology.

   The very book he is looking for is inside your bag. Frankly, you only finished it halfway so you were not too sure if you want to let him borrow it. But, with one look at the male, you can’t help but be amazed at how he is the carbon copy of the person that keeps appearing in your dreams.

   You weren’t a superstitious person, but could this male be your soulmate?

   He was about to leave you, that is until you called out to him. “But I have the second book with me,” you stammered. If it means that you would get to see him again and perhaps know some answers, then you are more than willing to lend him your book. “You could borrow it if you want. . .?”

   The male looked at you from the corner of his eye, observing the way you fidget in your place and how you refused to look at him directly in the eye by continuously letting your gaze shift from book to book on the shelves.

   “If that’s fine with you, then sure.”

   With shaky hands, you frantically fished inside your bag in an attempt to look for the book. He was silent as you pulled out the said item and handed it over to him. The male, with astonishment dancing in his eyes, took the book from your hands and examined its cover and pages.

   “Have. . .have I seen you somewhere before?” you dared ask, eager to confirm if you were plain hallucinating or perhaps the soulmate-thing is indeed true. That, suppose, you also appear in his dreams every night. It was far-fetched, but you were ambitious to find out answers.

   The male let out one drained sigh, irritation washed over his features. “Look, if you are trying to hit on me then I’m not interested.”

   Wait, what? You weren’t—

   “I-I’m not!” you stammered, hands flailing around. “I just thought you look familiar.”

   He opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when the deafening clap of the thunder followed by a flash of light interrupted him. Both of you looked out the window to see the sky as black as tar, clouded by dark gray nimbus clouds as small drops of rain fell to the ground. Then it gradually got heavy all too soon.

   The color drained from your face as you realized that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. Not only that but you were totally unprepared for the sudden change in weather given that you were wearing a thin shirt.

   You bit your lip, brows curling up at the thought of shivering as you wait for the rain to dissipate. If anything, you totally despise the cold and how it makes your nose all runny and hair stand. Internally scolding yourself, you made a mental note to always check the weather update before going out of your dorm.

   “Tch. . .” the male clicked his tongue. “Here.”

   You were surprised to feel the soft fabric of his jacket draped over your shoulders, giving you warmth. Did he just—did he just gave you his jacket?

   “You’re shivering like a fucking wet dog,” he explained. “So wear that. . .”

   A flush crept up your face as the musky scent of his cologne with a hint of artificial fragrance from what you presumed is the smell of cleaning products wafted through your nose. You’ve got to say, this jacket of his truly is comfortable. With it being lined with cotton on the inside, the thick wool serving as a second layer for warmth, and the exquisite color combination of forest green and gold of the clothing. Slowly, you slipped your arms inside the sleeves and tucking your hands deep inside its pockets. Oddly enough, it fits you just well given—not too big nor small.

   The male turned on his heel, about to take his leave, again, without bidding you farewell. But you grabbed onto his sleeve just in time before he could leave the vicinity.

   “When—uhh—when can I return this?”

   He looked at you with a confused expression, as if asking if you are dumb or whatnot. “Isn’t that obvious?”

   “What I mean is, oh gods, I don’t have any ways to contact you whatsoev—“

   “So you want my number?”

   Someone please kill me right now, you whimpered.

    “What? No, I was ju—“

   “Yeah, yeah I get it. Hurry up and give me your phone,” the male pulled out his phone, expecting you to do the same.

   The audacity of this guy. He has to be a lady’s man or whatever to be this haughty.

   With a shaky breath, you and him both exchange numbers. Mind in a frenzy at the thought of seeing him again and perhaps that wouldn’t be the last time.

   “Uhmm. . .So I guess I’ll return the jacket to you once you’ve finished the book. . .?”

   Ah, there is that feeling again that keeps pestering you—a thought on the back of your mind.

   "Yeah, I'll give the book back to you eventually," he spoke. "I'll see you in another time. . ."

   "Yeah. . .” you breathed, calming yourself to prevent blood rushing to your cheeks. “See you.”

   A hunch that you have already met him in the past; a fragment in time.

part 2 (?)

#aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #reader insert

[author-morgan]

Title: The Hands of the Queen Pairing: Bárid x fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: Reuniting with old friends brings new woes. Contains spoilers for the Wrath of the Druids DLC. @angstygunslinger​ come get Eivor’s brother cousin.

“DO MY EYES deceive me?” You query, watching the Norsemen disembark the longship at the docks. Norsemen in Ireland were not a rare sight, but those bearing the sigil of the Raven clan are. He steps onto the wharf, cool blue gaze darting around the new land —Dublin. Despite the long years, Eivor Varinsson is unmistakable, even if the last time you saw him was as children. You turn back to your apprentice, motioning for her to take leave with the basket of herbs and flowers —you would see the poultices and elixirs made after a reunion with an old friend. “Eivor!”

He spins on heel, eyes widening and lips curving upward beneath his golden whiskers. Yours is a face he’s not seen in what seems a lifetime. Eivor is quick to take you into his arms as one of his oldest friends. He steps back after a moment, still smiling even when you lift your hand to his scarred cheek —oh, the stories you could tell one another since the days of childhood passed. “You are a long way from Norway, friend,” he notes, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Your lips quirk upward. “And yet, I am not alone,” you tell him, stepping back. The King of Dublin confided in you that he sent word to his cousin and old friend, asking for Eivor’s aid in trying times upon hearing of his deeds in England. “Come” —you motion for Eivor to follow, thanking Azar for her assistance— “I will take you to see my husband.” Bárid had grown anxious in recent weeks, worrying his message had not been received as the coronation of Flann grew nigh.

“Husband?” Eivor questions with a brow raised and mirth lacing his tone —struggling to believe the headfast and independent girl who would take no help from anyone would ever decide to be tamed by a man or woman. He glances at you and finds a flush of color on your cheeks, a rare and stunning sight. It takes only a moment longer for Eivor to piece together your position here in Dublin and that in the years past, you must have wedded his cousin. “You and Bárid?” He almost laughs, recalling how often the two of you were at odds over trivial things.

“He has his charms.” You’ve known many to lead unhappy marriages, but the gods truly blessed you when you married Bárid —even after all the times you squabbled as children. Eivor chuckles, glancing around the port city. It looks as though the people are preparing for a feast. “You’ve always had spectacular timing, Eivor” —you smile, half-thinking of the night Eivor came into the world squalling like a warrior. A reminder of the cold spring night when your own son was born. Banners are hung on the path to the King’s Hall, and lanterns strung from low tree branches. Today is a good day, and not just because of Eivor’s arrival.

“You’re just in time for a feast in my son’s honor. Sichfrith is seventeen today.” Eivor shakes his head in disbelief —so much time gone, and yet it all feels as though it were only yesterday when he, you, and Bárid were playing in the snow in Norway, all giving your parents more grief than they deserved. “We’re getting old, Eivor,” you laugh, guiding him into the longhouse where people bustle about in preparation for the night’s feast and where Bárid sits on his throne —holding court.

WITH FLANN’S CORONATION as High King, you hoped to hear word of from Bárid —that he would be returning to you sooner rather than later, but no raven or pigeon comes bearing news. It remains as such until a stormy night. Horns resound across the city in the black of night; had you been able to sleep in an empty bed, their cry may have woken you. Donning a cloak, you exit the longhouse in the pouring rain and lashing wind, seeing a procession turn toward the knoll. “Eivor!” You greet, quickly embracing him before heartache and fear take hold of you. “Where is my husband?”

Eivor draws in a shaky breath, turning to the wain drawn by two war horses. His cousin clings to life, but barely. The blade had cut deep —an avoidable folly had Flann trusted his pagan friends. “Bárid,” you whisper, fingers trailing down his muddy cheek. Your name rolls off his tongue, barely audible and pained. Steeling yourself, you move the blanket covering Bárid’s middle. If he is to live, you must act quickly.

Recovering the wound, you turn to the longhouse, calling for your son to wake. “Sichfrith!” He stumbles into the hall, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but stands alert when he sees the tears on your cheeks and Eivor carrying his father. “Go, wake Luigsech,” you tell him, pushing him toward the raging storm. “Quickly!” Sichfrith darts into the storm, seeking out your apprentice. Taking an ornate dagger from the bedside table, you place it in the hearth —letting the flames lick the steel until it glows. Fire is the only way to cleanse this wound. Silently, you and Eivor work to rid Bárid of his ruined armor. The gash is long and deep; the flesh below his right armpit torn open across his breast and nigh to his ribs. You pray to Eir and that she may guide your hand in what is to follow.

The first rays of the morning sun flood the room by the time you're able to sit back —brow slick with sweat and hands bloodied. There is nothing else you can do save wait for the gods to make their decision. Eivor presses a cup of cool spring water into your hands, then moves to the opposite side of the bed. It does not feel right to leave you alone with your thoughts just yet as Sichfrith had gone pray and unleash his sorrow on some poor straw-stuffed soldier. “I always feared the day this would come,” you admit, eyes flashing up from Bárid to Eivor. For so long, Bárid had traded his sword and shield for diplomacy and trade, a false hope you might grow old together —watch your son ascend to the throne for a long reign. You take a long drink from the cup, setting it aside while shaking your head. “You warriors and your Valhalla.”

Eivor reaches across the bed, seizing your hands. Now is not the time to resign to despair. “Do not give up hope,” he breathes, knowing his cousin is strong, strong enough to overcome this —strength ran in their family. “Had the High-One called his name, he would not be here now.” It is a type of poor consolation, but consolation, nonetheless.

You hold Bárid’s hand against your chest, lips brushing his knuckles when ire strikes you. Eivor sees the shift in your eyes —a woman scorned. “They will suffer for this.” The Abbot of Armagh’s last days on Midgard had begun. Drawing in a slow breath, you look to Eivor, appearing to him now as a leader and commander. “Take Sichfrith” —it was time he saw battle; you could shelter him no longer from the woes of the world— “and all our forces to ally with Flann.”

Eivor Wolfsmal rises, dipping his head in genuflection, happy to wrought destruction on those who would harm his friends and family. “As you command, queen,” he says, leaving with no delay.

In solitude, you allow yourself the time to grieve and beg the gods not to take this man from you. “Come back to me, Bárid,” you whisper, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead and another to his cracked lips.

“SLOWLY,” YOU CHIDE, almost laughing while helping Bárid to the entrance of the longhouse. The cry of the horns had come in the early hours of the morn, and after naught but two days of being conscious, Bárid sought to spring from bed to welcome the return of his victorious son. You press your hand against his chest, reminding him it will be weeks before he is fully recovered from his injuries —even with your skillful hands and vast knowledge of the healing arts. Holding tight to his hand, you smile, seeing Sichfrith ride next to Eivor with the pride of victory etched on their faces. Glimpsing Bárid, you see the same pride echoed in his smile and know never had there been a prouder father.

Sichfrith dismounts, untying a blade strapped to his saddle —a token from Flann of his friendship and a promise the High King of Ireland will support Bárid’s title of King of Dublin, and Sichfrith after. You watch as your son kneels, presenting the finely crafted sword. Silently, Bárid takes the blade, looking over it for only a moment before passing it back to Azar. He urges Sichfrith to rise, holding his son an arm’s length away before bringing him into a tight embrace. Your smile widens, gaze flicking to Eivor in hopes he will see how thankful you are for his deeds.

Despite himself, Bárid reaches out with his sore side, pulling you to him. Both he and Sichfrith wrap an arm around your waist. The tears on your cheeks are those of joy and relief. You brush your hand through your son’s hair, kissing his forehead. Bárid’s smile grows wider when he sees you looking at him with the same love and adoration from when you were both young lovers. He stoops forward, pressing his lips to yours —the two braids of his mustache tickling your jaw. The gods smiled down upon you the day you wedded Bárid, and now, as you embrace your husband and son, you begin to realize they have not stopped smiling upon you since then.

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[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence, death

22: Outside Invaders Pt2

There was a lot of them, I kept hiding behind Corners, closets every time they came. Holding big guns walking like they were high a superior. With tattoos all over their faces smirking.

It made me want to punch them. As they walked past me without a second glance I waited until they were fully gone so I could continue to go forward.

I'm guessing their leader Jeung-Seop had the group. All in one room gathered up, those bitches were going to pay. Making my way down I heard more footsteps coming my way.

I hid again crouching down, I saw them turn a corner thinking it was one of them but to my surprise it was Sang-Wook. I immediately got up this must-have startled him because he pointed the gun right at me.

I put my hands up, " don't shot it's just me, Soo-Nico!" He seemed to notice lowering the gun down, I sighed in relief. " you okay?" He asked, he must have seen the blood on me. " A little roughed up but I'm fine."

I assured, I wondered if there was anyone else with him. " is it just you?" He nodded, " yeah, I picked up one of their guns." I couldn't tell what type it was I wasn't an expert.

" I noticed, but we should stop the small talk before we get caught." Sang-Wook agreed with me we Couldn't risk being heard. We needed to same the others But luck wasn't on our side.

Two men, one heavy set the other skinny approached pointing their loaded guns at us. " yeah, the little lady is right but it's too late for that sweet cheeks," the guy with the fat guy catcalled.

I Mentally puked in my mouth, gripping my weapon I want to slash his face in. But Sang-Wook got in front of me pointing his gun at each of them.

It was much larger than there's, they started to back away. But the guy on the left smirk. " you don't know how to use that do you?" He was looking at the safety on the gun. " no, I do not," before I time to think about what he said the other guys tried to shot at us.

But Sang-Wook knocked the one on the left with the gun slamming him against the wall so hard it knocked him out or he was probably dead from the blow.

The other one was running towards me picking up a small gun he had charged at me, but I brought up my weapon that was a thick wooden stick that was from a broken chair.

We were pushing against one another but I ended up shoving him to the wired fence wall. I knee him in the nuts using so much force he dropped to the ground along with his weapon. I grabbed him by By the collar of his jacket and slung him as he skidded through the floor.

I was surprised by how much strength I had. But he was quick to grab a small ax, getting ready to throw it someone else came running through I was so glad when it was Yi-Kyung.

She kicked him in the nuts too, getting him in a chokehold snapping his neck. Throwing him down to the ground. Sang-Wook seemed a little shocked.

I stared in amazement, " thought you were a fighter?" He questioned. " I used to be in the special forces. How did you find the rifle?" So that's what it was?

" I saw you hiding it." He tossed it to her. As she easily caught it checking out the gun As Sang-Wook picked up the guy's ax. It wasn't a little bit after we left searching for others that might hide.

As we came into one of the storage rooms, there was a small voice. Lookup to the vents we saw Yeong-su, my eyes widened his sister must be with the others. I hurried and claimed on top of a table opening the vent.

" Come here." I motioned with my hands for him to come to me, he looked kinda scared. But he crawled over towards me wrapping his small arms around my neck. I brought him down.

" Why did you go in there?" I wondered, how could he get up there by himself? He glanced down. " Well, my mission was to stay hidden. But I saw Yi-Kyung She's a secret agent, too... And grandpa wasn't coming. so I got scared."

He looked down sad, but I just smiled and ruffled his hair. " don't worry about grandpa, I but he's just fine." I didn't want to give him false hope. Gil-Seob was stronger than he looked.

But there was a rattling noise we all were startled by looking up in the event there was green slime. I saw it before when I was trapped in the spiderweb. It helped me. Yi-Kyung raised her gun but Yeong-Su tugged at their jackets crying out.

" Nooo, don't hurt it, it saved me!" He cried, they were still hesitant. So I spoke up. " it saved me to when I was trapped in the spiderweb it's good to trust us." I Clarified.

This made the boy smile

Yi-Kyung and Sang-Wook glanced at each other then lowered their weapons. " I'm holding you to that." Yi-Kyung confronted me, I wasn't even questioning it because she was just being cautious.

I didn't blame her, but it was the humans we had to worry about not Necessarily the monsters.  "all alright, if we Wait any longer more people will die." Yi-Kyung peeked behind a corner. " what's your plan?"

She turned back around to us leaning on the wall. " you can't shot a gun but can y'all at least?" She questioned Sang-Wook he was sitting down but nodded, "I'm usually the one chasing." He gave a forward answer.

" well let's hope you're fast. You're not alone anymore." She then turned to me. " Soo-Nico, you can use a gun can you?" I quickly shook my head. " No, but I can fight." She seemed okay wimpy answer.

" you and I will go in first we will Distract them, leading them away from the others. So they'll be able to get away we go in fast and don't hesitate to kill one of them. God knows they don't."

She was right, one tried to rape Ji-Su and the gunshots we heard could have been one of the group members. They were going to pay and big time. The two of us left while Sang-Wook stayed behind with Yeong-su, he didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire.

Running down the hallway at full speed I was holding one of the guns, but only to hit them with. You-Kyung would do the shooting. As we neared the elevators there was a guy standing guard in front but his back was facing us.

Yi-Kyung raised her gun a fired it blood shot out of him as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. There were even gasp and screams. They must be holding them there captive.

I was nervous but I swallowed it knowing they needed saving right now I couldn't let my fears control me. We ran in as men came towards us. Gripping the end of my gun. I smashed it against one of the guys' heads.

Hearing a crack, I kicked him to the floor. My chest heaving up and down, I wasn't going to stop yet. As I saw the group they were all gathered around looking terrified. Except for Hyun-Su when he saw me I could have sworn relief had washed over his face.

I was glad he was alright, I wanted to run to him and hug him but I couldn't. I was still fighting men dodging them from every turn. Soon enough Eun-Hyuk yelled out to Hyun-Su he got up and punched a guy in the face Shoving him down.

I then noticed a guy was trying to come up behind but before I could hit him Hyun-Su was already there with a wheelchair he ran over him with it that tried to shoot me. I saw anger in Hyun-Su eyes, I was most certainly they would turn black.

His jaw was clenched, so tightly I could see his bone. Like he was going to rip one of the guys' heads off any minute now. He was so enraged as he picked up a gun, he rammed into someone with it against their neck.

I noticed the guy pulled out a knife, about to stab Hyun-Su I yelled out warning him. But as so as I did there was a loud gunshot and I felt something Pierce me from the back and go through my chest.

I was stunned for a minute as I began to scream. My mind went fuzzy as my white shirt was immediately staining red. I realized I had been hit. I wobble a little glance up Hyun-Su's face was in full Terror.

His mouth and eyes wide open, I couldn't breathe my vision blurred in and out as I fell to the floor. Trying to catch my breath I was gasping as I coughed up blood. My lungs were feeling up I felt it, it was like I was drowning in my own body.

My eyes shifted to the floor leaving Hyun-Su he was calling out my name in crys. He tried to run to me, he looked scared, as I saw tears drip down on his cheeks. He began to scream my name.

But the leader yelled out stop, it got quiet except for Hyun-Su's soft cries. I heard footsteps. I sounded like they were coming my way. My shaky face looked up it was the leader.

He smiled evilly at me, " it would be more fun to kill you and get it over with but watching to struggle is well you know is fun enough." He laughed kicking me aside so hard I gasped, feeling my ribs ache in pain.

" Don't fucking touch her!!"

He turned over to Hyun-Su who said it. " what do you mean this?" I felt another blow but this time he stomped onto my chest as I spit out more blood on the floor. " Stop—" I tried to talk but all that came out was more blood.

" awe, the poor thing can't even speak to her boyfriend without having trouble." He teased, that's when I felt someone grab a head full of my hair pulling me up. The person jerked my head back.

I hissed, " I'll let you say goodbye to your sweetheart just for a show performance." That when he pushed me towards Hyun-Su, my face was shoved into his stomach but he wrapped his arms around me. Holding me gently in his embrace.

I felt him slide to the floor, as my body got between his legs. He cradled my left side, pulling me closer to him as much as possible. " I'm here–I got you... I'm here!" His lips were placed on my forehead I could feel his tears tickle my face.

He was mumbling stuff but it was getting harder and harder to hear. " It... it hurts." I cried as I held on to his shirt. He rubbed my head, as his fingers ran through my hair. " it's alright, try to focus on something else." He said it to me but I could tell he was meaning himself too.

" Hyun– Hyun-Su is it alright if- if I kiss you?" I whispered weakly, not sure if he heard me. But If this was it then I wanted us to end in a goodie memory.

My head was on his chest, his heartbeat was speeding up. " is that the goodbye?" I gradually nodded. He was still crying. There was no other way to say it but that. Then Hyun-Su's hand slowly slid against my neck, as his fingers support the back of my head his thumb creased my cheek.

He leaned down a pressed his lips to mine. Still rough and chapped more than ever, I didn't care if anyone was watching. He deepened the kiss, " please stay with me PLEASE!" He murmured into my lips as we pulled away but he kept pecking at them.

As if it would somehow save me but I soon began to feel myself go limp. My eyelids were getting heavy, I tried so hard to keep them open but the dark vast sea of sleep was weighing down on me. " Hey! Stay awake Soo-Nico Stay awake!" Hyun-Su shook me pleading but I felt sleepier than ever.

" Don't do this, God! Please stay with me!" He kissed me again and again. But I didn't feel it I cried because I couldn't. " I'm sorry Hyun—" I could feel that being my last breath when I finally closed my eyes for the last time in his arms.

@xetherealbeautyx

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[oceanna1919]

Day Trip {1X08,part 2} Bellamy Blake Fanfiction! Darkness!

It has felt like hours have gone by when really, I know it’s barely been more than 20 minutes. I’m sure he didn’t just leave, because his bag is still here. I let out a sigh and I decided to go find him.

“Nothing personal.” I hear someone say. I saw Dax, one of the delinquents, pointing a gun at Bellamy’s head. I stopped dead in my tracks .My eyes widened and my throat has tightened with fear. Bellamy was on the floor, defenceless but had his hand in the air as though he was holding a gun. What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe Dax hit his head pretty hard. I quickly looked around me, trying to find a quick solution, but I didn’t find any. I should have brought a gun with me. I decided to do what I have been doing from the day I came down here. Put myself in danger. In the blink of an eye, I ran and dived at Dax and we tumbled to the floor. I sat on top of him and started punching him. He caught hold of my wrists to prevent me from hitting him. He tighten his grip so much, soft whimper escapes from my lips. He put me on my back on the floor and sat on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.

‘’ Well, well, well. Who we have here? Jasmine Kane’’ He said with a huge smirk on his stupid face. I glared at him and if looks could kill, he would be dead.

‘’Let me go, you dick!’’ I yelled, trying to hit him with my legs, but it was not use.

‘’ Shumway said no witnesses.’’ Dax said looking down at me.

‘’What are you talking about?’’ I asked puzzled and I quickly glanced in the direction of Bellamy. He was still on the floor, not moving.

‘’ Shumway set it up. He gave Bellamy the gun to shoot the chancellor.’’ He informed me and I wasn’t surprised. I never trusted this guy.

‘’ You know Kane. I always found you very attractive’’ he said with lust, making my blood ran cold. This was like a Deja-vu.

‘’ Sorry. The feeling is not mutual’’ I said through gritted teeth. He let go of my wrists and I immediately moved them to his shoulder, trying to push him away.  With one movement, he ripped my shirt in half, leaving me only in my bra. I let out a loud scream and wiggled around to get free. Dax pried my hands away from his shoulder roughly and pinned them above my head again.  Please ,Bellamy ,wake up!

Dax was about to kiss my neck, but he was thrown off of me by Bellamy. Bellamy kneeled down and pierced Dax’s neck with something, killing him almost instantly. Bellamy’s face was covered in blood as he stared at Dax with pure hate. I stand on my feet slowly and ran and hugged Bellamy’s waist. He must have been a bit startled, ‘cause he didn’t hug me back instantly. As Bellamy was holding me securely, he rested his head on mine.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Bellamy asked me quickly, pulling me even closer, if that was possible. I just nodded, not wanting to talk about Dax. Νot right now.

‘’I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for wanting to leave you. I was not thinking straight.’’ He apologised. I pulled away a little bit, making him look at me. He pursed his lip in shame. I inhale sharply, wanting to make a snide comment but I decided against it.

‘’Bellamy! You’re okay Bellamy.’’ I comforted him, as he started to shake a little bit. He shook his head and sat down with his back against a tree.

‘’ No Jasmine, I'm not. My mother... If she knew what I've done, who I am she raised me to be better, to be good. All I do is hurt people. I'm a monster. ’’ He said and his voice cracked in the end. I kneeled in front of him, grabbing his face in my hands.

‘Hey...You’re always saving me. You may be a total ass most the time, but I need you. I like you that way, Bellamy. We all need you. None of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you. You want forgiveness, fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, ok, but you can't run, Bellamy. You have to come back with me. You have to face it.’’ I admitted with a smile. He placed his hands over my own and took a deep breath. He nodded and he gave me a small smile back.

‘’I have to speak with Jaha.’’ He said, after seconds of thinking.

‘’it’s the best thing to do.’’ I nodded agreeing with him.

‘’Will you be by my side when I do that?’’ He asked me shyly and I let out a soft laugh.

‘’Of course, Bellamy. Anything for you.’’ I said before kissing his left cheek. Bellamy swallowed before he pulled me into his embrace.

‘’Um Jasmine I think you need my jacket.’’ Bellamy pointed out seconds later and my cheeks flushed red as a tomato. I crossed my arms,covering my upper body, feeling self-conscious. Bellamy took off his jacket and wrapped it around me and I murmured a ‘thank you’.

‘’ Jasmine you have a beautiful body. But our camp is filled with hormonal teenagers and I don’t want them looking at you. It makes me wanna murder them.’’ Bellamy confessed with a frown.,making me blush even harder. He’s gonna be the death of me.

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“What if he brings other grounders back? He'll kill us all.” Someone declared.

“Or worse.” Someone added.

 “Let the grounders come!” Bellamy’s voice boomed as we entered the camp dripping with confidence.

 “We've been afraid of them for far too long, and why? Because of their knives and spears.” Bellamy said with a strong voice.

 ‘’Well, I don't know about you,” He glanced at me and smirked as we dropped the bags of guns on the ground for everyone to see.

“But I’m tired of being afraid.” He continued as gasps and murmurs were made from the crowd.

‘’These are weapons, ok, not toys, and we have to be prepared to give them up to the guard when the dropships come, but until then, they're gonna help keep us safe..” I announced happily.

“And there are plenty more where these came from. Tomorrow we start training. If the grounders come, we're gonna be ready to fight.” Bellamy added with a proud smile on his face.

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‘’Hey do you need a shirt?’’ A voice said from behind me and I turned around to see Raven. I nodded slowly and she made a sign for me to follow her. We entered the dropship and she went to her bag and she pulled a green shirt and gave it to me. I took it, taking Bellamy’s jacket off and pulling the shirt over quickly.

‘’Thanks’’ I thanked with a smile.

‘’No problem . I’m Raven.’’ She said pulling out her hand for me to shake it.

‘’ I know. I’m Jasmine.’’ I said shaking her hand.

‘’ I know.’’

‘’Hey, if you need someone to speak to, I am available.’’

‘’But I thought you were Clarke’s best friend?!’’ she asked confused and I nodded.

‘’Yes I am. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not a girl. I know it’s not my place to say anything, but honestly you shouldn’t be angry after Clarke. She didn’t know about you and Finn. It was Finn’s fault. Put the blame on the right person’’ I said honestly. She stayed quiet. Probably thinking of what I said.

‘’Thanks for the shirt again. I really appreciate it.’’ I waved at her before leaving.

‘’ Jasmine! You’re not going to believe this!’’ Octavia exclaimed happily running in my direction, as I walked out of the dropship.

‘’Ain’t I?’’ I asked as she pulled me away, to the side.

‘’He kissed me. The grounder kissed me!’’ she squealed like a schoolgirl. My eyes widened. I didn’t expect that. I smiled and I hugged and she hugged me back.

‘’Was he a good kisser?’’ I smirked and she nodded, making my smile grew.

‘’I’m very happy for you Octavia, but don’t say this to anyone, alright? Especially your brother. He is going to kill you, the grounder and me.’’  She rolled her eyes, still with a smile on her face.

‘’ I don’t want to die this young.’’ She laughed and I joined her.

‘’You are the one who let him free, huh?’’ she nodded. She looked behind me and her smile faded.

‘’What are you two talking about?’’ I turned around and I saw Bellamy looking suspiciously at us.

‘’Nothing. About periods. You know, girly stuff.’’ I said quickly, with a nervous laugh and Octavia nudged me in the ribs.

‘’What was that for?’’ I glared at her and we both turned around and smiled nervously at Bellamy. He looked at us with raised eyebrows and shook his head.

“I don't expect you to forgive me, but you'll have to find a way to live with me because I'm not going anywhere.’’ Bellamy said looking at his sister, before giving us two blankets and he left. Octavia and I let out a sigh of relief and we put the blankets around us.

‘’ That was close.’’ Octavia said letting out a deep breath.

‘’ Really close.’’ I added.

‘’ Bellamy asked me if I helped in the grounder’s escaping I said no, of course. Did he ask you too?’’ He asked me.

‘’Yes he did. I told him no too.’’

“Jasmine, it’s time.’’ Bellamy yelled from outside the communications tent.

‘’ I gotta go’’ I said before setting off running.

When I entered, I saw Bellamy already sitting down with a headset on his head and Jaha on the screen. I sat down quickly and I put the other pair of headset.

‘’ Mr. Blake, I've wanted to talk to you for some time now.’’ Jaha said and I felt Bellamy become stiff. I took his hand on my own and I felt him relax a little bit.

‘’ Before you do, I'd like to say something. When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculously, most of us are still alive. In large part, that is because of him, because of Bellamy. He's one of us, and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us.’’ I informed the Jaha with a smile.

‘’ I appreciate your point of view, but it's not that simple.’’ Jaha said with crossed arms.

‘’It is if you want to know who on The Ark wants you dead.’’ Bellamy chimed in. Good job Blake!

‘’ Bellamy Blake, you're pardoned for your crimes. Now, tell me who gave you the gun.’’ Yessss! That means Bellamy will not be killed when the ark comes down.

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[amatara]

If you're not scared (then why am I) - TPTR

What if Albert and Gordon find the real Coop? Short tag for episode 4, can be seen as a continuation of that episode or as an AU for some of the events in them. A fiercely hopeful bit of wishful thinking to soothe my battered heart…

Spoilers for Twin Peaks The Return, up to episode 4.

Also up on AO3!

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Nothing screams wrong to Albert more loudly than Gordon Cole’s silence. The man doesn’t talk like mere mortals do; he wields words like Zeus wields his thunderbolts, often with as little regard for human frailty. If Albert has, in some small ways, mellowed out over the years, Gordon’s still sharp as a fresh-cut diamond, and every bit as likely to bend.

He’s not bending now, but he’s not talking either. Which speaks volumes about how things stand between them - not that Albert can afford to worry about it here.

“Is that him?” Albert asks the officer in charge - a tall, beefy-looking woman who seems inordinately grateful they’re taking this burden from their hands.

“He matched the description.” The cop shrugs. At his shoulder, Gordon hovers like a cloud of restless energy; Albert, for his part, is trying to keep his feet firmly on the ground. “Whether it’s him or not, your guess is as good as mine. If you ask me, guy’s a couple of fries short of a Happy Meal; we had to put him under lock, make sure he didn’t wander off. But he’s all yours now.”

Albert nods, resisting the urge to look at Gordon for permission. They talked about this. Despite what Albert kept from him, it seems Gordon still trusts him further than he can throw him. Which includes letting him handle this, apparently; not that Albert knows if he ought to be grateful. Opening the door to the interrogation room, he hears Gordon fall into step at his heels.

They find him standing with his back towards them, squinting at his reflection in the one-way glass. Dressed in a suit two sizes too big, in a yellow so bright it hurts Albert’s eyes, he doesn’t seem too worried about being locked in here. Instead he’s trying to fix his tie - emphasis on trying, because Albert has seen corpses more adept at tying a double Windsor than this.

The first thought through Albert’s mind is how many damn Coopers, because the posture is all wrong. His Cooper - oh, great, he’s calling him his Cooper now, as if that’s not multiple layers of screwed up - always stood straight and dignified, even when dignity was hard to come by. This guy is slouching, clumsy, shoulders hunched, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The contrast with the old Coop is so complete that Albert almost walks straight out again; let Gordon handle this, like he did the first time. All they’ve found is another twisted copy. Another shred of hope stomped into the ground.

Then the man looks up, and Albert’s heart stops.

He looks… curious, most of all, which is pure Cooper. Curious, confused, dazed and uneasy, his gaze flicking from Albert to Gordon in the mirror, only to settle firmly on Albert again. Albert finds himself taking a cautious step forward, grateful when Gordon stays glued to the spot.

“Hey there,” he says, and clears his throat. He’s definitely not calling him Coop, the way Gordon did that greasy git in prison. Damned if Albert isn’t saving that name for the real deal, provided he’s ever sure they’ve found him. But he nods in the direction of this Cooper’s tie, letting a hint of warmth seep into his voice. “Need a hand with that?”

Cooper blinks down at the tie, which is hopelessly tangled, and nods. “A hand,” he says. It sounds wrong, but in a different way than with the other Cooper, where the words seemed right but there was no soul behind them. Here, the words themselves don’t fit, but the almost hopeful expression Cooper gives him chips away at his defenses one breath at a time.

“Okay,” Albert says, grappling for composure before he risks saying anything else. Inside, he’s quaking like a leaf, his throat so dry it’s painful, but this Cooper looks so fragile and the last thing Albert wants to do is spook him. God help him, he’s actually starting to hope, as much as he’s trying not to. “I’ll have to come closer, is that all right?”

Cooper’s eyes blink at him from the mirror. “All… right.” He gives a tiny smile.

Albert nods and starts to close the distance, his feet carrying him to a spot behind Cooper’s back. He tries to shut out the thought of Gordon watching from the door, too close for comfort in this cramped, stuffy room that’s apparently where they kept Cooper all day. Albert may not be prone to claustrophobia, but right now he’d kiĺl for a whiff of fresh air.

“Here,” he tells Cooper. “Let me take that.” He reaches around for the rumpled tie. He’s surprised at how gentle his voice comes out sounding, without even a conscious effort on his part. “It’ll be easier if you turn away from that mirror.”

Cooper hesitates, then his chin dips down. “All right,” he says, but he doesn’t make a move until Albert takes his shoulder and physically turns him around. That answer still sounded wrong, but not quite as badly: this time there was some conviction behind it, like Cooper wasn’t just parroting what Albert said before. And his eyes…

“Right,” Albert says, but it comes out strangled, because he’s drowning in the depth of those red-rimmed eyes, pained and haunted yet still somehow unafraid. “Look,” he manages. “You pull this end through, like this…” but his throat constricts even as his hands keep moving, muscle memory taking over where his conscious mind failed.

“All right,” Cooper says, and this time it sounds anxious, worried. “All… right?” He reaches up to touch Albert’s hand, squeezing it as if to look for reassurance - or to give it, Albert thinks with a jolt, answering the squeeze with one of his own.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Just like he said to Tammy before - then followed it up with a statement he’d take back in a heartbeat, and not just because it failed to serve its purpose. Gordon’s never fooled by cheap distractions, and even if he was, Albert crossed a line. But he wasn’t fine then and he isn’t fine now; truth be told, he’s the opposite of fine, and he can see the reflection of it in Cooper’s face, the way his brow furrows and his lips press together. “Really, it’s…” Okay, he wants to say again, but the lie gets swallowed up by the gaping void in his chest; a void this Cooper is already halfway towards filling, and Albert doesn’t have a clue how to deal with that.

Cooper shakes his head, not in denial but surprise. “Who…?” It’s the first word out of his mouth that’s all his own, not some repetition of what Albert said. Shakily, he touches a finger to Albert’s chest, then points it back at himself. It’s not clear if he means ‘who am I?’ or ‘who are you?’ or something else that Albert isn’t parsing, but the uncertainty in Cooper’s eyes is more than he can stand.

“Coop…” Oh, Jesus Christ, he’s said it, and now the name has left his mouth, he knows he won’t be able to take it back. “Coop,” he repeats, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “That’s your name, right?” He enunciates carefully, making sure Cooper can understand. “Do you know who I am?”

Cooper swallows, but doesn’t answer. Then his gaze drops to Albert’s suit and tie, and the badge pinned to his chest. “Know who I am,” he breathes. His expression relaxes.

They’re having an actual conversation. Albert knows that as surely as he knows anything, and damned if he’s going to give up on it now. He takes his time finishing Cooper’s tie, then puts a hand on either of his shoulders, trying to breathe through the flood of memory that hits him. “That’s right, Coop. I’ve known you for a long time.” Two more deep breaths, the last one sticking in his windpipe for long enough that he can barely gulp it down. “My name is Albert. I’m… a friend.” Behind him, Gordon clears his throat in warning, but Albert’s way past warnings now. He can’t even tell when his doubt from earlier faded, but he knows he’ll fight for this man if it’s the last thing he does. Which could very well be how this turns out. “I’m your friend,” he repeats. “I’m here to help.”

Cooper’s eyes shut themselves as he breathes out - a long, ragged sigh, punctuated by a spasming shudder that’s a knife to Albert’s heart. “Called for help,” Coop mutters, his voice a small, broken thing, but the relief in it is bone-deep. The next thing Albert knows, Cooper’s arms are around him, clutching him so tight he actually fears for his ribs.

“Hey, buddy. Easy. I’m here.” Albert can barely recognize his own voice, battered and raw as it is. Slowly, feeling as if the world’s about to slide out from under him, he returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around those frail shoulders and folding Coop against his chest. He’s still far too aware of Gordon’s eyes on them both, and he wrestles down a surge of old guilt, remembering how the mere suggestion of Cooper in trouble was enough to make him break every oath. The truth is, he’d do it all over again, and something tells him Gordon knows. “Help’s here,” he says, rubbing slow circles across Cooper’s back. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

Cooper nods faintly against his shoulder, making no move to untangle himself; instead he burrows his cheek into Albert’s vest. “Albert,” he whispers, voice thick with satisfaction. Then, softly: “Home.”

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[thesmarterudite]

Cap and Carmina sister bonding time!

Everytime I think of this scene I think of my Cap comforting Carmina:

I've been walking for at least an hour.

The only things keeping me going are closure for Rush and adrenaline from the Gift running through my blood.

My vision gets a little blurry as I approach Prosperity. Someone yells for someone else open the gates and I set Rush down as I step inside. I'm exhausted and out of breathe. A small part of me hopes they don't see my eyes, no doubt glowing from the power of the Gift. All the other parts, the parts that had just saw their friend die in front of her eyes and impossibly survive a fall, don't care at all.

Everyone gathers around me and Rush, and gasp at Rush's condition.

"No...." Kim gasps, Nick and another guy pick up Rush's body, "Are you alright? Cap...what happened?"

"The Twins...they...they..." I start, I wish I could catch my breath. Now that Rush is in Prosperity, the adrenaline from my "high" starts to fade. I'm starting feel everything. The fall, the two bullets in my chest, loss of blood, grief.

I couldn't finish my sentence. My vision gets blurry again and I feel weak. My legs buckle and I collapse to sound of more gasps around me. Everything goes black and for a few seconds I can feel myself being picked up and carried somewhere.

∆∆∆

After everyone left, I lingered behind.

Grief hurts more than the cuts and scratches on my skin or the healing bullet wound in my chest and broken ribs.

It's been two hours since Rush's funeral. I've cried, screamed, then cried and screamed again. For Rush. For the Crew. For all the families that lost their loved ones.

I can't help but blame myself. I was supposed to protect them. I am the Captain of Security, for crying out loud. If I couldn't protect them, then what good am I? If I'm not Captain of Security, then what role do I play?

Somehow, I managed to turn myself away from Rush's grave and head back to Prosperity. As I walk closer to the main building, I am hit with a heavy realization.

I am the only one left.

A thick heavy cloud of loneliness and responsibility weighs over my head. It's now my responsibility to carry the stories of the settlements we saved. My responsibility to make sure the memories of the Crew are not forgotten. My responsibility to avenge Rush.

Prosperity's atmosphere is somber and only a few people remain outside. Even though it may be obvious that I had been crying, I still try to keep my head up and not let the sadness show. Besides, I'm supposed to be a Symbol of Hope after all. Especially now with Rush dead. Symbols of Hope aren't supposed to cry or show weakness, they're supposed to be strong and move on and sacrifice a chunk of their wellbeing so others can be safe.

I wait until I'm inside the main building and up the stairs before dropping my facade. I planned to go straight to my room but I see that Carmina's door is cracked open, so I decided to check on her instead.

I knock on her door.

"Mom, I just to be alone right now, please." She responds. She's laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. No doubt thinking of Rush and everything that happened since we've arrived here.

"It's not your Mom."

Hearing my voice, Carmina sits up and her eyes begin glittering with tears. She looks away, looking guilty. She scoots over and pats the space next to her, before lying back down. I walk to her bed and lie down next to her.

"Hey," is all she says to me.

What else is there to say?

"Hey."

After a moment of silence between us, Carmina speaks up.

"I'm sorry about everything, ya know?" Her voice is shaky, "About the train wreck, about Rush. I should have never brought you guys here."

None of this is her fault. She was just a girl desperately trying to save her dad and home from terrorists. I can't allow her to continue to blame herself for what happened.

"Carmina, did you know the train was going to crash?" I asked her.

"No."

"Did you kill rush?"

"No."

"Then none of this is your fault. There's not a single cell in my body that blames you for anything that happened. You did the right thing coming to us." I try to reassure her.

"I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about the people that died on that train. When you brought Rush back," she pauses overwhelmed by grief and sadness, "Then you collapsed and was taken to the Medical building, I was afraid you weren't going to make it. You looked so bad. I almost lost hope and the funeral..."

Carmina sits up and starts to sob, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

I sit up too and embracing her, putting her head on my chest. Her sobs quiet a bit. A song my mother used to sing me pops into my head.

"The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun." I sing softly, Carmina sobs are gone but tears still fall down her cheeks.

"When I'm stuck with a day that gray and lonely. I stick my chin and grin and say. The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there' be sun."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow. I love ya, tomorrow. You're only a day away."

I lean my head on top of hers and solemnly look out the window.

"We will get through this, Carmina," I say.

Rush's death suddenly replays in my head. A surge of anger surges through me. Blood-thirsty and hot. I feel the Gift's power coursing through me again. As the edge of vision glow orange, I have only one goal in mind.

Kill Mickey and Lou.

"We will get through this." I finish.

And I will have my revenge.

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