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octoberclidan · 1 year

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I Can't Lose You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader (platonic)

Summary: Reader (she/her) is a hunter who lives in the bunker with the boys. She's had a crush on Sam for about a year now, and she's finding it increasingly difficult to push her feelings down. When she's abducted and tortured by demons, Sam and Dean have to find her. Sam realises that he also has feelings for her, and if she was really gone it would leave a giant hole in his life.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Story:

[Y/N]'s alarm beeped and woke her from a dreamless sleep. It was the first night in almost a month where she hadn't had a nightmare. [Y/N] had been a hunter since she was a teenager. She was experienced, skilled, strategic, but she would never claim to be fearless. Sure, in the heat of the moment she had no problem fighting ghosts or werewolves or demons. But at night, the fear would catch up with her and turn sweet dreams to terror. She pushed her blanket back and stretched before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. They had been on a week long hunt and only got back to the bunker two days ago, she was still catching up on sleep. As much as she adored Sam, she would give anything to not hear a 'so get this' come from his lips today.

[Y/N] made her way to the kitchen to find Dean had already finished his morning coffee and was now enjoying some crispy bacon. "Hey" Dean smiled at her as she sat down. "Hey" he repeated, but this time with a frown as she stole a piece of his bacon. "Too lazy to make your own?" She just shrugged at him and continued eating.

"Where's Sam?"

"You don't know where your boyfriend is? Thought you'd want to keep tabs on him" He smirked at her while she rolled her eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend." She muttered, glancing away from Dean to grab another piece of his bacon.

"He's probably out for his morning jog. I told him last night not to go looking for a new case today, I think we could all use a break."

"I think that's probably for the best, that last hunt took its toll on all of us" [Y/N] sighed as she was relieved that she wasn't the only one who needed a rest. Dean was like an older brother to her, always looking out for her, there when she needed a serious chat or just someone to goof off with. She looked up to him, figuratively and literally. He could be a bit over-protective at times but she was okay with that since she knew it just meant he cared about her.

[Y/N] did not think of Sam as a brother. They were friends, but they wouldn't have as close a relationship and she and Dean had. She tried not to get too close to him out of fear of becoming too attached and then facing rejection. She lived in the bunker, it was her home, but it was theirs first. If she made things awkward with Sam she knew she wouldn't be able to live there anymore. So, she settled for hiding her feelings for the taller Winchester.

"How would you feel about a movie day? You, me, Sam. There are some classics I know neither of you have watched yet. We could set up the Dean Cave and just chill out for the day? Maybe give you and Sammy an opportunity to cosy up. Just not like, too cosy. 'Cause I'll be there." Dean suggested.

"A movie day does sound good... do we have any snacks?" [Y/N] ignored Dean's comment about Sam.

"Hmm I don't think so, we haven't really restocked since we got back from the hunt. You wanna go get some while I set up the room? Or we could wait for Sam to get back and then make him get some snacks, but you know he'll probably come back with some healthy shit".

"You can trust me to come back with some unhealthy shit". [Y/N] smiled at him.

"A girl after my own heart" Dean winked at her. "You know if you ever lose interest in Sam, we could give it a shot". There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he teased her. [Y/N] rolled her eyes again and this time they landed on a sweaty Sam, who had just appeared in the kitchen. He greeted them while pulling his earphones out and grabbing a glass of water. [Y/N] knew she was staring at him, but she couldn't look away. Sam was extremely tall, broad, muscular, and sculpted like a marble statue. There were scars from past hunts, but they only enhanced his natural perfections. She imagined what it would feel like to touch his shoulders, or his back, or his abs, or-

"Think Sammy's eyes are a bit higher up [Y/N/N]" Dean gave her a knowing smile and she turned bright red, snapping out of it and averting her gaze.

"What are you two talking about?" Asked Sam.

"Nothing" [Y/N] answered a bit too quickly and Dean chuckled at her.

"[Y/N] and I were just talking about the three of us having a movie marathon today, you in? She's gonna go get snacks, you can help me set up the Dean Cave"

"Sure, yeah sounds good! Or I could help you with the supply run? We probably need stuff other than snacks too". Sam turned his attention towards [Y/N]. The fact that she knew she was already blushing just embarrassed her further; she needed to get out of there before she overheated.

"No that's... that's okay, I want to go out for a walk and clear my head anyway before we watch movies all day." [Y/N] quickly stood up and left the kitchen as fast as she could to get to her room and collect her bag and phone.

"What's up with her today?" Sam asked Dean. Dean just shrugged, it wasn't much fun teasing [Y/N] when she was no longer in the room.

***

[Y/N] had left Sam and Dean to sort out the Dean Cave for their movie day and was on her way to the local store to pick up some snacks and drinks. It was quiet around, and she was enjoying the walk, glad to get some fresh air after essentially living in her bed for the last two days. It helped cool down her cheeks too after the kitchen incident. She tried to focus on the music she was listening to and try to push the image of Sam out of her head. It wasn't that far, she would be back within an hour without having to drive and she needed to get herself under control before then.

[Y/N] took out one of her earphones when she heard a noise behind her. She had only turned her head halfway when she felt something hit the side of her head, and then fell into darkness.

***

"Is she taking the scenic route or something? She's been gone two hours". Dean was getting inpatient. He and Sam had finished getting everything ready an hour ago, and now all that was missing was [Y/N] and the snacks.

Sam looked at his watch and frowned at it, "you're right, she should be long back by now".

Dean took out his phone to call her and Sam watched as it rang out. Dean tried a second time, then a third before leaving a voice mail asking why she wasn't picking up her phone.

"I'm going to track it". Sam rushed to his laptop and began trying to track her phone. A brief moment of relief washed over him, she was only about ten minutes away from the bunker. He frowned at the screen when he noticed that she didn't seem to be moving, the phone was staying in the one place. Dean leaned over his shoulder to look at what seemed to be concerning Sam.

"What's she doing?" He asked.

"Nothing, hasn't moved in the last few minutes".

The two of them stared at at the screen for a few more minutes, and Dean noticed Sam starting to get fidgety, tapping his fingers and bouncing his leg.

"Alright, let's go" Dean took the keys to Baby and they both set out to go see what she was doing, and why she wasn't answering her phone.

***

"Dean pull over, she's supposed to be here." Sam barely waited for the car to fully stop before he had the door open and was looking around for [Y/N]. He was ready to check his phone again to see if she'd moved when he spotted it. Lying in the grass, beside her bag, was [Y/N]'s phone. She wasn't there.

"What is it?" Asked Dean, who was now also out of the car and jogging over to join Sam.

"Her phone, her bag. She's not here Dean."

"She's currently occupied". A voice sounded behind them and and they both spun around to see a woman, who smiled at them and flashed black eyes.

"Demon". Muttered Sam.

"Very observant". The demon scoffed.

"Where is she?" Both Sam and Dean pulled out their guns, aiming straight at her. Unfortunately their blades were still in the car.

The demon smirked at them. "She's just going to help us with something. Now that you're both here though, you can help us too".

"Help with what? If you've hurt her I swear-"

"She's just a bit tied up. A bit of minor torture, nothing too permanent". The demon cut Sam off. "She's just going to give us the location of your so-called 'bunker', and tell us how to get in and disable whatever warding you have up, and then we'll be good and put her out of her misery. Of course now that you're both here, you could just tell us instead and as a deal, we'll let her go".

Sam looked to Dean with an almost pleading look. He knew they couldn't give the demon the location of the bunker, there were just too many dangerous objects and spells in there that they couldn't risk demons getting their hands on. He also knew that he needed [Y/N] back. Why hadn't he insisted on joining her on the supply run? Why did it take her being abducted to realise just how much he cared, just how much he was terrified of losing her? She had brightened up his life in so many ways since she joined them. When Dean yawned at him while he talked about science, or history, or politics, [Y/N] gave him her full attention. On countless occasions when he couldn't sleep he would find her in the Dean Cave watching a movie, and he could join her and would always enjoy the discussions they'd have after about the plot and characters. Whenever he offered a theory about a case, [Y/N] would never dismiss him. She could poke holes in his theories in a constructive manner, and fill in gaps; she had a way of making him think from different angles. She made him a better hunter. He needed her.

"We need proof that she's alive. Not a phone call. We need to see her". Dean was doing everything he could to not shoot the demon now, grab a blade and stab her. Unfortunately she was their only connection to [Y/N] right now. He needed to see that she was okay with his own eyes.

***

[Y/N] slowly opened her eyes, and was immediately hit with a burning pain on the side of her head, on her back, and all along her arms and legs. Her wrists were bound together behind the chair she sat on, and as she looked down she saw her clothes were damp with blood. It started to come back to her, she had been in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours now between being tortured for information. She had been threatened that they would continue the torture until she gave up information on Sam and Dean and the bunker. They didn't threaten death, but they offered it as a reward. They were demons, they'd simply continue with the pain for as long as it took her to break. This wasn't the first time [Y/N] had been in a situation like this, and she had rescued Sam and Dean from demons before too. She knew they would find her, she would just have to hold out long enough. The demon [Y/N] had been dealing with currently wasn't in the room, and before it came back and before [Y/N] lost consciousness again, she started to work on trying to loosen the rope around her wrists. They were tight, they hurt, but if she could just push the rope around her left wrist...

***

The demon opened the door to the basement where [Y/N] was being held captive, Sam and Dean following behind her. The blood completely drained from Sam's face when he saw [Y/N]. She had been captured before during hunts, but she had never looked this beaten up. Her eyes were closed and looked bruised. The sight caused Sam's anger to boil up to the surface and he glared at the demon who had made them leave their guns behind.

"Son of a bitch.. what the fuck did you do to her?" Dean growled at the demon.

"She's tough, I'll give her that". The demon laughed, and walked over to [Y/N], slowly and lightly dragging a knife over her arm. Not hurting, just teasing the boys.

"Get away from her. Now." Sam said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I will, it's part of our deal right? So, tell me where the bunker is and how to get in, and you can have your bitch back". The demon's smug face fell when [Y/N] jumped up behind her and wrapped the rope around the demon's neck. Dean immediately ran towards them to help hold the demon still while Sam began shouting out the exorcism spell as fast as his tongue would allow him to. The demon thrashed between [Y/N] and Dean, rocking her head into Dean's nose and elbowing [Y/N]'s stomach, but with one final shout she knocked her head back and a stream of black smoke came pouring out, before the body went limp.

Dean caught [Y/N] when she swayed and Sam ran to them, cupping [Y/N]'s face between his hands, trying to assess how much damage there was underneath the blood. He turned to Dean and saw his bloody nose, and then looked back at [Y/N] who had now completely lost consciousness again. Sam put his arms behind her back and under her knees and lifted her to his chest.

"We need to get her out of here. Back to the bunker". Dean tried to wipe away some of the blood from his nose.

"We need to get her to a hospital, look at her."

"No Sam, we don't know if that demon was working alone or if more are going to come for her, a hospital won't be safe enough. We need to get her back to the bunker now".

Sam sighed, he didn't feel right about not taking [Y/N] to a hospital, but he also knew Dean was right. The bunker was the safest place for her right now. They made their way outside to the Impala, and Sam lay [Y/N] down in the backseat before climbing in with her, placing her head on his lap. Dean started up the car and started driving even faster than he usually did. Sam stroked her hair and started to wipe the blood off her face with one of the wipes from Baby's first aid box. When he was wiping her chin here eyelids fluttered open.

"Sam?" Her voice was a whisper.

"Shh, I've got you. Rest [Y/N], you're safe and we're nearly home".

"The demon?"

"Back in hell. It can't hurt you anymore".

[Y/N] let her heavy eyelids close again and she drifted to sleep, feeling safe with Sam.

***

[Y/N] woke up, feeling disoriented at first but quickly realised she was back in the bunker. She was not in her room though, she was in Sam's bed. She smiled as she realised she was in his clothes, she had been stitched and bandaged up, and her hair had been washed. She pushed back the covers and slid her feet out onto the floor. Everywhere hurt, but she'd felt worse. She made her way out of Sam's room and along the corridor to the library, hoping to find one of the boys.

"Hey". She smiled when she walked in and found both of them sitting at a desk reading through some lore books. Dean had a black eye, from what looked like a broken nose. Sam didn't look to be injured but he had dark circles under his eyes and looked pale.

Dean looked up and smiled at her "Hey Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She shrugged and moved closer to give him a hug before turning to Sam.

"Thank you for saving me".

Sam stood up and enveloped her in a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I was so worried [Y/N]. We tracked your phone and when you weren't there with it I swear my heart stopped. When we found you.. I've never felt so angry in all my life. That can't happen again. I can't lose you. I haven't slept since we got back two days ago, just waiting for you to wake up and be okay"

"I'm here Sam. I'm okay"

He leaned back and tucked some hair behind her ear and his eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes again. Feeling a bit of courage she couldn't help but push her hand up into his hair and pull him down to a kiss. To her relief, he kissed her back and pulled her closer, as if he was afraid that she would dissappear if he wasn't holding her.

"About time". They heard Dean mutter from his desk. They pulled back from each other, each noticing that the other was blushing, and laughed.

"Come on, I still feel tired and you haven't slept" [Y/N] took Sam's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Your bed hasn't been slept in for two days, mine is warm.. I say we share it?" Sam reached his free hand behind his neck to scratch it nervously which caused [Y/N] to giggle.

"Will you two just go be together already?" Dean prompted, clearly getting impatient with the two of them, but giving [Y/N] a smile to show he was only joking. Sam and [Y/N] made their way back to Sam's bed, neither of them were going to leave the bunker without the other for awhile, and they had a lot to talk about. For now though, they were just going to cuddle up with each other, [Y/N] safe in Sam's arms.

The end

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whydoyoucare866 · 3 months

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The Night We Met

PAIRINGS:

Titans! Jason todd x reader

SUMMARY:

Bruce has taken in Jason Todd as his youngest son and the new robin some months ago, Bruce's goddaughter also came back to Gotham after being away for a year.

Some months after meeting Jason she starts a friends with benefits relationship with him, suddenly Jason has to move to the Titans tower and two weeks later Bruce sends her too, but, why is Jason ignoring her and acting like he doesn't know her and why does it get worse when Rose Wilson arrives to the tower??

A/N: I finally figured out a song to base this chapter off, I’m sorry I went so off with their conversation and didn’t really get anywhere with it, I just really want them to bond and I don’t think ahead of writing I just start and see where it takes me, I know this can be really boring but I want this to be a LONG fic and a slow burn and that can’t happen if the whole plot happens in two chapters so bare with me please!

TWS: slow burn, angst, blood, canon violence, mentions of death, anxiety, jealousy, friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers?, maybe death of a main character (haven't decided yet) change of plot

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I also know nothing about guns, human anatomy or fighting in the language so I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes

Gif credits to Titanstv on Pinterest

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You felt a throbbing pain in your head and started slowly opening your eyes and becoming aware of your surroundings, you were trying to figure out how long you had slept for since according to the sky it was night now and you didn't know if it was the next day now or if you had just slept some hours, now that you think of it, you didn't actually remember falling asleep either, well thats what happens when you cry too much after not sleeping for two days i guess, you decided that you would really love a glass of water right now and started making your way to the kitchen, you hoped no one was awake or at home, after your whole emotional moment with Bruce and Alfred you realized how embarrassing it had been to cry your heart out in front of someone who did not even know you and how much of a big deal you had made things that seriously were not that deep, then you cried more of embarrassment, and then you realized how much of a baby you were being, and realized you were really sleep deprived and really needed some sleep.

You arrived to the kitchen and just as luck would have it, there was no other than Jason Todd, the guy who had to awkwardly witness a girl he didn't know sob her eyes out but while thinking about it you realized that making it a bigger deal than it was would only make it actually embarrassing and would probably ruin any chance of friendship with that guy so you decided that you would let it go and it had never happened.

Jason didn't acknowledge you at all, he was too concentrated on eating what he had cooked for himself earlier and honestly he didn't seem like a very social guy so you just let him be.

You reached for a glass but then decided that maybe you should grab a thermos so you could bring it to your room and not have to make your way over to the kitchen every time you were thirsty, the noise made Jason acknowledge you but he just gave you a nod while he looked at you and you just returned it, you went to fill the water and you could still feel Jason staring at you, the environment was really awkward and Jason looked like he wanted to say something, or maybe he just wanted you to leave, well, this was your chance to talk to him, if he didn't want to talk to you back then you would just let him be, no harm in trying to make friends in your own home.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there with Bruce?" you asked him

He shook his head and pointed to his ribcage "got stabbed, Bruce wouldn't allow me to go back out there"

"Huh, how'd you get stabbed?" you asked not being bothered by it, you were used to these kind of things

"Harley" he said nonchalantly

"Oh" you said and nodded at him

"Mhm"

"I thought she hadn't been active in a while?" I said, Dick had told me before he left Bruce that Harley hadn't made an appearance in almost a year and it looked like she might want redemption.

"Yeah but Joker was put back in Arkham some months ago, we thought they had broken up but turns out it was just an act and she was just plotting something to try and get him out or get revenge or something like that, and well i may be skilled but Harley is Harley" he said taking bites of his food.

"Yeah I get you, even I am scared of going against Harley"

"You are? haven't you beaten her like a lot of times?"

"Yeah but miss girl is not just crazy and skilled but she's also in LOVE like not cutesy love, but maniac love that's a dangerous combination" you said in an exaggerated way to get your point across.

"I wouldn't call that love" he said while shaking his head before taking another bite of his food which you had no idea what it was.

"Then what would you call it?"

"Obsession I guess, she's like obsessed with him, she would throw herself against chemicals that will probably kill her if he asked for it... oh wait she already did"

"Yeah, poor girl would give her life for someone who just manipulates her and uses her”

"I mean yeah, but I wouldn't call her poor she's still a psycho" he shrugged.

"Maybe, but she's in love, even if you wouldn't call it that i think i would, its not a healthy love but she just loves him in a really obsessive unhealthy way, also if you see it in a way, we are psychos as well" i say before taking a sip of my water.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he sipped what must be coffee from a mug and looked at me curiously.

"Well, what kind of people just beats up other people every night?"

"Well yeah, but we only beat criminals and people who deserve it, they actually kill" he said trying to defend his point.

"I mean, yeah they may kill and we don't, but what's worse? dying or being paralyzed and basically tortured for life?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned and tilted his head a bit, he was intrigued in the conversation now.

"Well do you honestly think everyone will just be fine after being thrown around and beaten up until the point where you know if you give one more punch they'll die? I mean even professional fighters get brain paralysis or quadriplegic or like vegetative state from a bad blow and they have like precautions in those fights, now imagine in a fight where there's no precautions and the only stop sign is either them going unconscious or them not being able to move or them being a step away from death keep in mind that the criminals that you beat sometimes aren't trained or don't even know how to fight like regular thieves and shit, im obviously not talking about criminals like Ivy or Harley and stuff and a lot of the vigilantes have actually killed at least one person, maybe not intentionally but yeah" I explained to him.

"Huh, I guess if you think about it like that you're right" he nodded and took one last bite out of his plate

"Of course I am, I"m always right" I smiled at him

"Sure you are" he rolled his eyes in a playful way and stood up to wash his dirty dishes.

"I am!" I say pretending to be offended

"Uh huh, whatever you say" he smiled at me, "well, uhm its pretty late and I guess I should try to get some sleep, so see you tomorrow, I guess" he said before starting to head out of the kitchen.

"Sure, goodnight" I said to him.

"Night" He replied before finally leaving the kitchen.

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 9

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you! (:

This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.

The events are not entirely similar from the series.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

18+ NSFW

Word count: 4k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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The next day you are powerless against your permanent grin.

Your thoughts always drift back to last evening. As you sat with your family at breakfast, it was hard to keep your mind off the way Aemond's tongue caressed your neck and cleavage.

Also, when you wanted to enjoy a walk with Helaena, all you could think about was Aemond's hand gently moving up your inner thigh. Absently, you smiled at Helaena from time to time or agreed with her about something.

In the afternoon, as you watched Jace and your father train, your thoughts inevitably returned to how much satisfaction Aemond's fingers gave you. And that really wasn't something you wanted to think about when your father or brother was around. Jace tried to persuade you to fight him, but you stubbornly refused. You don't trust your thoughts and you didn't want to lose to Jace just because your thoughts were about Aemond's fingers.

You haven't seen Aemond all day. This makes you a little sad, but you are all the more excited to see him in the evening.

You are late for dinner again. But just as your thoughts were with Aemond all day, it was no different in the evening. And so you needed a lot of time to dress and braid your hair.

Luckily for you, there was no ball scheduled for tonight. It was just a big dinner in the hall. Your family gathered at the big head table and the guests, the Lords and Ladies at the other tables in the hall. It was almost informal.

You enter the hall. Your eyes immediately go to Aemond. He too looks to you immediately, a slight smirk playing around his lips. You suppress a smile and go straight to your usual place next to your father. But when you get there, you see that Jace is sitting in your seat and is engaged in an animated conversation with your father. Luke is sitting on the other side of Jace. But there is no seat reserved for you next to Luke either. As you stand behind your father and Jace, you draw attention to yourself, visibly irritated, "Mhm Dad? Jace? Isn't there a seat for me?" They both look at you and only seem to notice at that moment, "Oh, sister, that's right. I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

Just as Daemon was about to order a servant to get a chair for you, you put your hand on his shoulder, "Ah it's okay dad". He sees that your gaze is fixed on the other end of the table. You smile at your father and walk over to Aemond. There is a chair free on his right side. He notices you coming over to him and he smiles at you, "Mhm an unexpected visitor"

You just smile. As you sit down, Aemond raises his hand towards the servants to bring you a place setting. You eat in silence as the hall is filled with conversation and laughter. After a while you notice that your father is visibly annoyed. Again and again you hear him angrily sending away various Lords. You turn your head towards your father, who is sitting at the other end of the table, and you see several Lords seeking his attention.

You giggle as you realise that the Lords are now daring to make engagement proposals to your father again. Aemond looks at you curiously and wants to know why you are suddenly giggling. You nod to your father. When Aemond realises the situation, he too has to laugh. He turns to you and grins at you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, "If only they knew you could actually call yourself a dragon rider now."

Your cheeks turn deep red as you stare at him speechlessly. But you can't quite suppress a grin. He chuckles and presses a barely perceptible kiss to your cheek. He takes a sip of wine from his goblet. As he sets the goblet down, he lets his hand slowly slide off the table and land elegantly on your thigh.

Your eyes grow wide and the bite you just took from a piece of bread remains unchewed in your mouth. You stare at him slowly, his hand not moving. "What are you doing?" you whisper.

He just grins slightly and keeps looking ahead.

You try not to let it show and focus on chewing. You notice Aemond suddenly circling his hand over your dress. You bite your lower lip. At first they were barely perceptible circles, but you notice how he builds up more and more pressure and lets his hand move higher. You cling to your cutlery and just look at your plate. Aemond has his hand on your crotch and with one deft movement he spreads your legs barely visible for better access. You feel your arousal building. Your underwear is surely soaked through again. You close your eyes briefly. Aemond looks at you, "Should I stop?" he whispers.

He grins. You want to hit him. But you shake your head, hardly visible. As if by magic, your hips begin to move rhythmically against Aemond's hand. You bite your lip again and close your eyes when suddenly a low moan escapes you. Startled, you tear your eyes open and try to cover it with a cough. No one seems to notice, but Aemond turns to you, "Are you all right, my Love?" That bastard.

They give him an evil look.

The door to the hall opens and a Lord of Harrenhal is announced. Aemond stops moving. His gaze goes in the direction of the entrance and his hand slides back onto your thigh. You look at him, "What's wrong?" He does not answer. You look at the Lord who arrives. Behind him walk two more Lords and three pretty Ladies. You turn back to Aemond, "Which Lord lives at Harrenhal now?" He looks at you, "Lord Simon, the brother of Lord Lyonel Strong." You look back at the arriving guests.

The Lord steps in front of your grandfather and bows his head in greeting. The Lords and Ladies behind him do the same. King Viserys looks curious, "Lord Simon, you have finally arrived." The lord smiles, "I apologise. We have had to contend with unexpected delays. But now we will be able to celebrate the upcoming wedding of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena."

Behind Lord Simon you see one of the Ladies looking at Aemond. You see the look on her face and notice how she suddenly smiles. She smiles too much for your taste. You cast an unobtrusive glance at Aemond, who seems unimpressed. You put your hand on his, which is still on your thigh. He strokes it with his thumb. Suddenly you notice how the Lady moves away from the Lord unnoticed and walks towards Aemond. She walks around the table. You notice how Aemond stiffens. His hand is still on your thigh.

You are speechless how someone could be so rude and just bypass the main table to get to one of the princes. Your eyes widen as she suddenly embraces Aemond. He takes his hand from your thigh. He doesn't return the hug, but he doesn't end it either. You notice that even Alicent looks over at you in shock.

You know that Aemond has been intimate with women before, but what does this mean?

She breaks away from the embrace and lets her hand rest on his shoulder. Slowly the hand threatens to slide down onto his chest. You've never had such a strong desire to jam a fork into someone's hand. Aemond reaches for her hand and holds it by the wrist before it reaches his chest, "Lady Alys. How about you go back to Lord Simon." Alys chuckles, "But Aemond, why so formal. You are not usually so dismissive."

His gaze falls on you and sees your look of disbelief. Now Alys' attention is on you too, "And you are? ... What am I actually asking, judging by the hair, another Targaryen I suppose?"

Before you can answer, Aemond repeats his request, "Lady Alys. You really should go back to Lord Simon." She looks irritated. At this moment Lord Simon calls for Lady Alys. "Well, I guess we'll have to talk later," she gently releases herself from Aemond's grip, "See you around, Aemond." She goes back to Lord Simon and they leave the hall.

You look at Aemond, "What was that Aemond?" He looks at his plate, "Nothing important." He looks at you slowly, "An old friend." You stare at him stubbornly, "You don't have any friends."

He sighs. He takes your hand and discreetly kisses your inner wrist. He notices you are tense, "My Love, trust me, there is nothing between me and Alys"

You really want to believe him.

You look at him, "You never let anyone approach you. And yet she even comes around the table to hug you?" He looks at you, his jaw tight, "She's just an old friend. And we have a history" You look down at your plate and mutter, "And I don't think I want to hear those"

After a while, he puts his hand on your thigh again. You gently but firmly push it away. He takes your hand and strokes it, "Hey... My Love... I assure you, you have nothing to worry about." You look at him. You try to scowl at him, but when you see his smile, you can't resist and smile back. He whispers, "Mmmm, how about I show you my chambers?" You look at him, "After all, you haven't been in my chambers for years now" You continue to look at him, "I don't think I should go to your chambers alone with you" He grins, "That would be a shame. We could lie by the fire. I could read to you. We could drink wine," he winks at you. You can no longer suppress a grin.

You move away from the table and let Aemond lead you out of the hall.

As you walk through the corridors you are close to Aemond's side. You don't dare think back to it, but you don't like the whole Alys thing.

You reach Aemond's chambers. He opens the door, smiling at you. You enter. In his chambers you perceive his scent. It smells of vanilla with a hint of orange.

Books are lying around everywhere. Some of them are open and some are stacked. Some lie on his table, others on the floor. And there are even some on the bed. You have to giggle. He looks at you smiling, "What's so funny?", you just shake your head and keep looking around. Aemond lays out blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

You go to a small table on which there is an open book. You leaf through the book. It is about Aegon the Conqueror. The book already looks so old and worn that you would think it had already been read in the days of Aegon's conquests.

You stroll on to his wardrobe and take a quick look inside. You have to grin. There seem to be countless vests hanging there. You also recognise some leather waistcoats. Your attention falls on the adjacent room. You look inside, it is a beautiful bathroom. A bathtub stands in the middle, everything is tidy and neat. You smile. When you come back into the room, you are standing by his bed. Unconsciously, you stare at the bed.

Aemond is taking off his leather waistcoat and putting it over a chair when he notices your gaze, "Are you coming? We'll spend plenty more time in bed" You look up, startled, and see him wink at you. You stick your tongue out at him.

He sits down in front of the fire and you sit on his right side. You make yourself comfortable with your wine. Aemond has a book in his lap and you listen to him attentively while enjoying your wine. After a while you turn a little and slide closer to Aemond. You lean against his upper body. The back of your head rests against his chest and you put his arm around you. Your elbow rests on his thigh. Aemond falters briefly as he places the book securely on his other thigh.

You take his hand that is lying on you and look at it admiringly. You stroke it and trace the slight scars on his hand. You let your fingers wander over the veins that emerge from under his delicate pale skin. You touch each finger, not missing a word Aemond reads. You gently kiss his index finger and Aemond chuckles, "If you keep distracting me like this, I won't be able to read for much longer." You protest, " No... You must read on!"

You don't want to distract him any further and put his hand on your stomach. He continues reading and begins to gently caress your belly. You notice how your arousal builds up again just through this light touch. He simply continues to read. You feel how his hand slowly but noticeably slides further down. You have to grin. Unconsciously you press yourself closer to him. Over your dress he strokes your warm core again. You gasp briefly. With a smile he asks, "Is everything all right, my Love?"

You feel his breath on your ear. You close your eyes and nod slowly. You feel Aemond kissing your neck. He pauses for a moment and inhales your scent. He gently lets his lips wander over your skin and kisses up your neck until he stops just below your ear. He nibbles gently on your earlobe. You tilt your head a little so that he has better access to your neck. He continues to kiss you while he puts the book aside and takes your breast with his hand. He massages your breast over your dress. This is too much for you. His one hand gently caressing the pulsating centre of your body. The other, gently touching your breast. You moan out and it drives him wild that he is the cause of your moans. That he can make you moan.

You feel his hot breath and how it tickles the sensitive spot on your neck. You notice how he pauses. You hear his heavy breathing. You turn to him and look into his eyes. You swallow. Your eyes wander to his lips. And your lips crash against each other. His tongue advances into your mouth. You feel a low grunt in his chest, his hot breath filling your lungs as your tongues dance together. You can't stand it any longer, you need more. You pull away from the kiss. You breathe heavily. Aemond watches your every move. You look into his eye as you sit on his lap with your legs spread.

His hands are on your hips, guiding you to press yourself against his hard cock. You can't suppress a moan. With one hand on your neck, he pushes your head down to him and kisses you passionately. Your hips move rhythmically against his hard member. Aemond moans softly into your mouth when he suddenly breaks the kiss. His breath comes in short gasps. He caresses your cheek and lets his thumb wander over your lips, swollen and reddened from kissing. You bite your lower lip, "Aemond... I need you," you whisper to him. He gives you an almost tortured look, "I can't do that, my Love." He continues to caress your cheek. You exhale in frustration as you are abruptly turned around. Suddenly you are lying on your back, on the blankets, in front of the fire. Aemond leans over you and smiles at you. He kisses you passionately again and lies on top of you. Carefully he spreads your legs with his legs. He gently presses his body into yours and you feel his swollen cock pressing against your warm core. He moves his hips rhythmically against yours and you can't help but respond with circular movements.

Aemond leans on his elbows, which are right next to your head. A veil of silver hair surrounds you as you kiss passionately. One of his hands moves down and you notice him reaching for your ass, pressing you closer to him. You gasp at the contact. Your hands move to his neck and you hold him close. You try again, "Oh Aemond... please... I need you so much..." He chuckles softly and starts kissing down your neck. You let your hands slide slowly through his soft hair, daring to pull gently. He moans softly in response. He leaves your neck and on his way down he leaves a trail of kisses and caresses. He kneels between your legs. Slowly he lifts your skirt and gently pushes it up to your hips. You are startled and he notices, "Do you trust me?" he whispers. You can only nod. He grins towards you, "I have to taste you"

You have no idea what that means and so you lie there breathing heavily.

He gently strokes your long legs. Slowly he works his way up from your calf to your thigh. You shudder at his touch and realise how wet you are. Your breath comes in short gasps. Slowly he reaches for the waistband of your stocking and gently pulls your stocking off. He does the same to your other leg. Not once does he take his eyes off your beautiful legs. He runs his hands along your legs, from your calves to your thighs. He stops just before the warm centre of your body, "Just enjoy it". And again you can only nod. He leans down and you feel his warm breath on your inner thighs. Slowly he kisses your thighs gently, not missing an inch. Suddenly you feel him kissing you over your wet underwear. You almost cry out with arousal. He chuckles softly, "Mmhm, already so wet for me". And again this simple sentence that arouses you so much. You start to move your hips slowly and rhythmically. You notice how his fingers glide over your underwear and trace your folds. He does it again and it drives you wild. You feel him push your underwear aside and slide his fingers through your wet folds. You moan loudly at this touch. His cock twitches at the sound, nothing has ever turned him on more. Slowly he takes off your underwear.

He slides through your wet folds again until he carefully positions himself at your entrance. Slowly he applies pressure and slides his finger inside you. "Oh good gods..." you gasp as your whole body responds to his fingers. You could not have imagined how much you crave his touch.

He notices how your walls immediately clench around his finger. You whimper with arousal. "So tight...", he almost whispers against your inner thigh, but you hear him clearly. You gasp as he pushes his finger in again. His chambers is filled with the shameful sounds his finger makes inside you.

Slowly he lets his thumb glide over your sweet spot, somehow too slow for you, you whimper. But then you feel his lips on your wetness. You feel him playing with his tongue on your clit while his finger is inside you. You feel him moaning against your folds and it vibrates through your whole body. You move your hips further in his direction and moan louder and louder. You notice how he suddenly places a second finger in front of your entrance and with ease it slides inside you. He lets his fingers slide into you repeatedly and his pace increases with every thrust. His tongue continues to play with your clit. He notices how hard he is and with every moan from you, his cock twitches. He has to pull himself together not to pound his cock into you immediately. His face pushes further into your wet folds as his hunger for you intensifies inside him.

At some point you notice how the feeling inside you starts again. "Gods… Aemond.. I“, you whimper as you feel his fingers in the right spot again and again. You can't help but reach for his head and let your hands sink into his hair. As you arch your back and lean your head back, he chuckles softly. He can't get enough of how your body reacts to his touch.

The burning starts in your lower abdomen and your thighs begin to tremble. Aemond notices how your walls continuously clench around his fingers. You moan and let go of his hair. Out of desperation, you reach for the blankets beneath you, clawing tightly. Your climax shoots through your whole body. Several waves of satisfaction flood through you. You try to squeeze your thighs together, but Aemond holds you tight.

You groan out, "Oh...! Aemond...! Aemond, Aemond...!". He smiles against your folds and only stops moving his fingers inside you when he realises that your climax is over.

Your heart is pounding and you are breathing heavily. There is a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. You notice that Aemond is suddenly lying next to you. Completely exhausted, you smile at him. He smiles back. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into his mouth. He smirks, "You taste delicious" A slight blush rises to your face. You hide your face and press it into his chest.

For a while you lie in front of the fire. Aemond holds you in his arms. Until he begins to kiss your cheek tenderly. "Come, let's go to bed," he whispers to you. You kiss him.

You both stand up. As you begin to open your dress, you pause briefly, "Aemond?" He is just opening his vest at the neck and turns to you, "Mhm?" He looks at you questioningly until he notices. You need a nightgown. "Oh, of course, wait a minute."

He pulls his vest over his head and walks towards you. You love the sight of his bare chest. He hands you his vest, "Take my vest so you don't have to sleep naked," he winks at you.

You take his vest and have to grin. "Please turn around," you order him. Dutifully, he bows his head, barely visible, and turns around. You undo the buckles of your dress and let it slide down. Quickly you pull on his vest and you immediately smell his scent, you smile.

Aemond has his back to you and is about to take off his breeches. You go over to his bed and carefully take the books off the bed that are still lying there. You lie down in his bed and you have never felt better.

Aemond climbs into bed with you and immediately his hands are on your body. He can never be with you for long without touching you. He pulls you close to him and hugs you from behind. But although you have just climaxed, you do not feel fully satisfied. Feeling him so close to you drives you crazy. Slowly you start to move your hips rhythmically against his crotch. He chuckles softly and lowers his head into your neck. Eventually he whispers, "What are you doing?" You press yourself closer to him, "I need you Aemond...".

He gently kisses your neck. You reach back to the back of his head and press his head closer to you. He continues to kiss you tenderly and you feel him getting hard. You continue to rub against him and you notice how this makes him breathe heavily. But he sticks to his decision, "I can't sleep with you, my Love".

You make a frustrated sound. He leaves numerous more kisses on your body and holds you tightly against him.

"Sleep well, my Love."

"Sleep well, my Flame"

He chuckles lightly at the term of endearment. And then he leaves another kiss on your neck.

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ninlilwinds · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a platonic Scaramouche, Venti, Zhongli and Ei with isekai’d best friend reader? The reader tries to keep it a secret from them for their safety but eventually, the characters find out, and they keep asking what their world is like and how other people view them in their world etc. I hope this isn’t too much, thank you!

So I wasn't sure if you meant that you came from a world where genshin was a game or just from another world so I just did the one where genshin was a game since I think that's what you meant. If it isn't please let me know and I'll rewrite it with pleasure! P.S. Sorry it took so long time to write!

Plot: isekai'd reader can't keep the seceret much longer! How will the genshin characters react?

Characters: Venti, Scaramouche, Zhongli, Ei

Warning: Not proofread. Also posted on my phone so format might be weird. If you spot any major mistakes let me know and I'll fix them!!

Venti

• Venti found you one day while u were looking at the statue of the anemo god near windrise. You looked like you weren't from around the area and he sensed a strange presence coming from you, but despite that, he still took you back to Monstadt • After that Venti was your personal guide! He introduced you to the Monstadt culture and made sure you were well accommodated • During those times you two became quite close, although he noticed you seemed a bit strange whenever you interacted with the people. • He noticed you knew many many facts about this world, even ones he didn't think anyone else knew. • Like the day you accidentally let it slip that you knew he was a god.......

You listened to Venti play a song on his lyre while telling you the story of a tyrant king who took control of a kingdom and trapped the people. As you listened to the story you sighed. Ah, you remembered this. It made your heartache. "I'm so sorry Barba-...I mean Venti! I mean not sorry! Haha, I meant that's a great story." You struggled to recover from the slip.

Venti raised his eyebrows and frowned, "(Y/N) I know we haven't been friends for long, but I consider you one of my closest friends! Is there something you would like to tell me about, my dear companion?"

You sighed. There was no way you could play this off. So you explained everything about where you came from and how everyone knew them there because they were....famous. you spared him the fact that he was a character from a game in fear he'd be upset.

Venti's eyes slowly widened as you continued to say your story, "So your like the traveller's from another world? And people from your world know me?"

You nodded, "Yeah. You've become popular lately. "

"In a good or bad way?" He wondered if they knew him for his mistakes or for something else.

"Depends on who you ask. Many like you and some don't."

• You spent the rest of the afternoon explaining to Venti about your world and how things worked. • He was really curious and hoped one day maybe he could explore your world with you.

Scaramouche

• The day you appeared you'd acted very different. When you saw him you began to look around and then say how you wished this wasn't a dream • He had to reassure you that you were in fact very much awake • After that, you seemed very happy about it all and immediately asked if you could join him • He was shocked, to say the least, but agreed because he wanted to study you further. Where did you come from and what were you doing there? • During the coming months, Scara found himself actually becoming very close with you. He liked how helpful you were during missions and how you seemed to know where everything was. Yes, he's selfish at times, but deep down we all know that was just an excuse. He'd never admit he actually enjoyed your company

"It's that way." You said pointing in the direction of the chest at the end, "and there's going to be a few monsters you have to fight to get it first." Scaramouche nodded and sent his men away so he could get rid of the monsters by himself without any holdbacks. As he walked down a question continued to play through his head. One he'd had for a long time now. How did you know all of this?

"Have you been here before?" He asked.

You shrugged, "In a way."

"Is that so." He frowned and reached the end. Sure enough, there were a few hoards of monsters he had to take care of. Before he opened the chest he turned towards you weapon still in hand, "How do you know so much? Are you a threat? An archon?"

You looked at him nervously, "Sc-Scara...no need for the sword. I'm just...I just know things ok." "Where did you get this knowledge?" He asked, adjusting his grip on the weapon.

You sighed and explained your situation, making sure to not make any sudden movements that would cause him to attack. He stared at you for a long time, the information you had told him still registering.

"Is that so?" He said crossing his arms You nodded and he gave in, putting his swords away

• He wouldn't ask you many questions at once but he would ask them spread out. Here and there sometimes two at a time sometimes only one • And he'd still keep you around despite how uneasy it makes him that you know so much about him. But he trusts you enough

Zhongli

• He found you wandering the street of Liyue. You bumped into him and your eyes widened, your mouth falling open in shock. • He found your reaction quite amusing and when you invited him for tea he accepted. Similar to Venti he felt something different and off about you • Whenever he would sit down with you in the coming weeks you would have very deep conversations about the past • He found it a bit shocking and interesting how well you knew the history of not only Liyue, but seemingly the whole of Teyvet • One day he decided to ask you about it.

After a deep conversation about the landscape of Liyue and Rex Lapis, Zhongli decided to ask you the question that had been pressing him for a while now, "(Y/N), your not from around here are you?" You looked up at him in a bit of surprise at the question, "What do you...mean?"

" Well, you don't seem like you're from this world in general. But perhaps I'm mistaken and you're simply from another nation."

You knew Zhongli could keep a secret, so you decided it'd be best to tell him. The secret was weighing on you too so you wanted someone to help you with it.

"Actually you're right. I'm not from this world." You said and looked at Zhongli. He nodded and looked at you as if to say you has his full attention. You explained everything about your life before and your world and how you actually knew much about him because of where you came from.

• Zhongli found all of this very interesting and he would sit down with you for some tea just for the purpose of listening to you explain more about your world • He asked how he was known in your world and you explained the concept of video games and such • At first, he was confused but eventually he got the idea and asked about that game in particular. You two would have many conversations about this topic but if you ever seemed uncomfortable about it he would immediately stop and change the subject

• I don't really see her bumping into you, but maybe I'd Kujo Sara one day found you being suspicious and she brought you in for judgment, she would notice something different about you • The way you dressed and talked was very different from any of the nations • She would tell Kujo Sara to let you go and she would sit down with you that evening for dinner and talk to you • She knew you had secrets but she wouldn't push them out of you out of respect. She knew what it was like to have a bad past and didn't want to make you uncomfortable • And so the days went by and you two grew fairly close considering how she treated most.

"Would you like to try this? It's a delicious dessert that is perfect for a sunny day." She asked you.

You nodded and tasted it, "Mm it tastes like something I'd have back at home."

This seemed like the perfect opportunity for her, "Your home? What is that like?"

You described where you lived in some detail and she listening intently.

"How interesting. That doesn't sound like any place I've heard of." She noted.

You shifted uncomfortably, "Ah it's....a pretty unknown area around here."

"Is there a reason for that?" She asked. When you nodded she asked, "Why?"

You considered your options in that moment and decided it was best if you simply told her what actually was your situation.

"Well its bc its not here in Inazuma...or Teyvat. I came from another world. Much like the traveller that you met a few months ago. But unlike them, I know a lot of this world because where I came from this place is part of it but in a different way."

Ei hummed quietly as she tried to understand what you had just told her and then she nodded, "I had already assumed as much. Why don't you tell me more?"

• Many conversations about your world but as soon as she notices your uncomfortable about a topic, she stops and tells you a little bit about herself in change • And so your relationship grows in this back and forth storytelling

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #venti #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin venti #zhongli #genshin zhongli #raiden shogun #genshin ei #raiden ei #scaramouche

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willsilvertongue · 2 years

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hey everyone! i’ve been looking to participate in a multifandom gift exchange this year but haven’t been able to find one that wasn’t associated with a network, so i thought why not host one myself! the idea is directly inspired by @transvanya’s event last year, which i had an absolute blast participating in <3

this event will be open to everyone who considers themselves a visual content creator on tumblr, meaning you can contribute gifsets, graphics, edits, fanvideos, fanart, icons etc.

what you’ll have to do:

1. fill out this google form so i know who’s participating. the form will stay open until november 27 (28 now!), so you have until then to sign up.

2. once the form closes and i have everyone’s names, i’ll use an online generator (DrawNames) for the drawing of the names. you will be sent an email on november 29 that gives you a link to draw a name, and while i’ll be making another post when that takes place, please do your best to remember the date! and don’t forget to keep the name a secret.

3. from december 1, you’ll be able to start working on your gift. take a look around your giftee’s blog to get an idea of what they’d like, and if you want, you can get to know them (and their interests) better by sending them asks on anon mode, so make sure your inbox is open and the anonymous feature is turned on! the frequency of the asks is up to you, but it’s always nice to gain a friend in the person you’re making your gift for :)

4. from december 24 until december 26, you can start posting your gifts. make sure to @ the person your gift is for in the caption, and tag #ccss2021 so that i can find and reblog your post! i urge everyone participating to follow this tag as well so we can all see the wonderful gifts that have been made <3

important: please only join if you know you’ll be able to make a gift for another person. you can let me know by the time sign ups close (november 28) if you want to pull out, but after that i’m afraid we won’t be able to switch around names. of course emergencies happen, so hopefully i will have a plan if that is ever the case. other than that, have fun with the event!!!

if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to reach out to me! this is my first time organizing an event like this so i hope you’ll be patient with me if we bump into any issues on my part <3

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unironicallygrace · 2 years

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AOT CHARACTERS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

A/N: I honestly don't know if this has been done before but I haven't found any so Imma go ahead and do it ✌🏻 completely based on the vibes they give off.

features: jean, eren, armin, mikasa, historia, ymir, annie.

Jean

gold rush

I don't like a gold rush, gold rush,

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush,

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you.

we all know this man is insecure as hell, I can see him feeling this way about his partner, adoring them and not being able to help but feel jealous when he damn well knows he's not the only one who's got his eye on the person he loves.

Eren

getaway car

riding in a getaway car,

there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should've known I'd be the first to leave,

think about the place where you first met me

we were jet set, bonnie and clyde,

until I switched to the other side,

it's no surprise I turned you in,

cause us traitors never win

of course he would get assigned a reputation song, this boy screams reputation vibes. anyway, this song really reminds me of him, especially if you apply it to him and mikasa but regardless, it's just the way things happened and now I'm emo again.

Armin

enchanted

this night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

he's just too sweet, man, I can see him meeting someone he likes and being internally infatuated, just up all night thinking about that person. he's that guy who sees floating hearts around him when he sees his crush in cartoons.

Mikasa

better man, exile

and it was always on your terms,

I waited on every careless word,

hoping they might turn sweet again

like it was in the beginning

talking down to me like I'll always be around

push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun

I'm not your homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?

you were my town,

now I'm in exile seeing you out

damn, this kinda...screams eremika to me. listen, it's just the vibe, okay, I feel like this may or may not be the way a modern Mikasa would feel about Eren in the end. hell, maybe even canon Mikasa as well.

Historia

love story, the way I loved you, i wish you would

romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel

this love is difficult, but it's real

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

it's a love story, baby, just say yes

nobody can tell me this wouldn't be modern historia and ymir, I headcanon her as being this rich girl with uptight parents who want her to date someone from upper class and of course, a man, and what a surprise it is when the girl she's crushing on is far from being a male and she's also quite vulgar and not rich.

but I also have a bit of a bittersweet headcanon where she's dating someone else after breaking up with ymir and despite how sweet and gentle this other person is, historia can't help but miss ymir's roughness and all those flaws that made her who she was, and historia loved who she was. and because I'm yumihisu trash, i keep making myself suffer with that song troupe.

he can't see the smile I'm faking

and my heart's not breaking

cause I'm not feeling anything at all

and you were wild and crazy,

just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated

got away by some mistake and now

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

it's 2AM and in cursing your name,

I'm so in love that I acted insane

and that's the way I loved you

I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for

wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore

and I wish you were right here, right now, it's all good

I wish you would

You always knew how to push my buttons,

you give me everything and nothing,

this mad mad love makes you come running

to stand back where you stood

Ymir

the last great american dynasty

there goes the last great american dynasty,

who knows, if she never showed up what could've been

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen

she had a marvelous time ruining everything

lmao, do not tell me this isn't what is said about ymir dating historia and making her girlfriend's parents completely disappointed.

Annie

my tears ricochet (my literal favourite)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

you had to kill me but it killed you just the same

(and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake?) cursing my name, wishing I stayed

you turned into your worst fears

and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

crossing out the good years

this is just annie's theme song for very obvious reasons, I won't accept any other opinions on this.

if you reblog this know somewhere in the world there's a tiny ass girl blowing a kiss at you.

#Jean Kirstein headcanons #attack on titan #eren headcanons #annie leonhardt headcanons #jean headcanons #armin headcanons #armin arlert #ymir aot #ymir x historia #historia headcanons #yumihisu #aruani #eremika #mikasa ackerman #mikasa headcanons #mikasa hcs #red taylor’s version #taylor swift #swifties

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years

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Heaven is not waiting for me anymore

Clark Kent x Male!Reader Kent

Request - where y/n is the son of Clark and Lois from the injustice universe. He has kryptonite in his system where he is unable to use his powers because clark (injustice) made an example of him so he can show fear. After that he has been cold to others and distance with people including Barbara who he has feelings for but so much has happened. So he has to relay on martial art from training. with bruce, he also has a bat suit. He also have a deep hatred for his father (injustice superman).

Earth 2- Injustice Universe

You lost your mother Lois because of the Joker. Your father Clark snapped, he became a different person. Now he is starting to kill criminals and doesn't care about anyone or you. He doesn't stand for hope anymore now he stands for destruction. You feel that you lost both of your parents, you don't wear the symbol of hope anymore.

You made a plan to stop your father. You didn't think fully out the plan, but you have kryptonite inside a gun. You are half Kryptonian and kryptonite is still your weakness.

You have been tracking your father, he is about to kill a criminal robbing a bank. But you stepped in and punched him in the face. Everyone saw what you did, they take out their phones and start to record. Now you and Clark start to fight each other.

“You are destroying everything! You are no god!!” You yelled.

“I am a God. Everyone bows down to me and you would bow down to me” Clark said.

You take out the gun, you pulled the trigger. But he used speed to grab the gun and there is one bullet left. Now he will make sure everyone will watch what he will do next. He has his hand around your throat, you are struggling to breathe and tears go down your face.

“Anyone who tries to disobey me or think they can kill me, this will happen!” Clark yelled.

He aimed the gun on your chest and pulled the trigger. Everyone is in shock at what happened, he throws you to the ground. You are in pain and you try to use your powers but can't. Barbara arrived at the scene, she used Batarang to distract him. He left and Barbara picked you up and takes you to the bat cave.

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A week later...

You have been in a coma for a week, Barbara and Bruce have been taking care of you. You wake up and you see Barbara looking at a computer screen.

“What happened?” You asked.

She turns around and walked towards you.

“You have been in a coma for a week. The kryptonite was close to your heart. You lost a lot of blood and it was too much kryptonite in your system” Barbara said.

You touch your chest and you see the scar. You sighed and she gives you a cup of water.

“Thank you, Barbara. But I have to go” You said.

“Your father thinks you are dead. Don't do anything stupid, you almost died and if it happens again he would kill you” Barbara said.

“He needs to be stopped,” You said.

“I know. But he is stronger than you, you are thinking reckless” Barbara said.

You take out the iv from your arms and take off the hospital gown. She gave you a hoodie and sweat pants.

“Where are you going?” Barbara asked.

“Dont worry about me,” You said.

She watched you walk away and she called Bruce and told him what happened. You went to a rundown motel and you want to be alone. Your father thinks you're dead and he is still killing criminals, no one can stop him.

Days went by, you didn't leave the motel room for anything. Barbara didn't check up on you, she wanted to give you space. And she has been busy with Bruce designing a suit.

You are in bed watching tv, you hear a knock on the door but you don't get up. She starts to knock louder, but you don't move.

“Y/n! Open the door now” Barbara yelled.

You sighed heavily then got out of bed and opened the door.

“What!?” You yelled.

“Are you done with the pity party!?” Barbara asked.

“How did you find me?” You asked.

She walks in and you closed the door. The motel room is a dump.

“Wasn't hard. I put a tracker on the hoodie you left with. I know you still want to stop your dad, so come with me” Barbara said.

“Why should I? Plus he still thinks I'm dead” You said.

“To train. You are still weak if you went to fight him now well he will break like a stick” Barbara said.

“Fine,” You said.

You leave with Barbara, she took you to Bruce’s mansion. You and Barbara have feelings for each other, you told her, and you were going to ask her out but tragically struck. Her feelings for you haven't changed but she wants to be there for you. She wants you to open up to her but you won't.

“Y/n, how are you,” Bruce said.

“Why do you want me here?” You asked.

“To help you train and stop your father,” Bruce said.

“Okay,” You said.

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Bruce and Barbara started to train with you in Martial arts. Today you are fighting against Bruce, Barbara, and the League of Assassins. Some are friends with Bruce and they agreed to train you. They are pushing your limits, they don't let you rest. Any mistake you make will let you know and make you train harder.

During the night, Bruce is training you with weapons. Barbara shows you how to use the weapons, you did struggle to fight with weapons. Bruce and the league of assassins easily knocked the weapons out of your hands.

After training Barbara would want to spend time with you, but you would lock yourself in the bedroom. She gives you space and she goes back to the bat cave.

“Here is your dinner, master y/n,” Alfred said.

“Thank you. You don't have to call me ‘master’, Alfred” You said.

“Master, y/n you shouldn't hide from the world. Yes, you are going through a tough time but that doesn't mean you can't be happy in the end. You should let yourself grieve for your mother, she was a wonderful woman and she was strong” Alfred said.

“I wish everything didn't change,” You said.

“We all feel the same way. But now you have a chance to create the life you want a new one. what would your mother say right now?” Alfred said.

What made you think what he said, he walks out of the room. You start to eat the food and keep thinking about what he said.

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A few weeks later...

Bruce and Barbara have been designing a suit for you. They finished with the suit and they watched you test out the suit. Last few weeks, you were training from dawn until the next day. You mastered fighting with weapons and learned new combat moves. You are still distant from Barbara, two days ago you got into a huge argument with her.

You are still in love with her but you want to protect her from your father. You don't want to see Barbara get hurt.

“What do you think of the suit?” Barbara asked.

You take off the helmet.

“I like it and I can move in it,” You said.

“You are okay with the symbol?” Bruce asked.

“I like it,” You said.

The suit is all black, the Batman symbol is red, the eyes are red, the gloves have sharp claws, and the suit protects you from kryptonite. Barbara and Bruce start to suit and you put the helmet back on.

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You three found Bruce in the city, you stopped him from killing someone.

“Son, you came back from the dead” Clark said.

“This ends today,” You said.

“I see you are wearing a new symbol -”

“You ruined the legacy of being a Kryptonian!” You yelled.

He used heat vision to attack you but you dodged it. Now Clark is fighting you while Barbara and Bruce are trying to get the citizens away from the fight. Clark punched you and you hit the ground, he used speed to grab you by the neck.

“This time I will make sure you are dead,” Clark said.

“You are not the same father that I used to have. He is dead to me!” You yelled.

You took out, you tased him, and he lets you go. You and Clark used heat vision at the same time, you used more strength to not fall. You throw Batarang at him and it started to explode.

He fell then you start to punch him in the face over and over. All the anger you have for him starts to come out. You take out the kryptonite dagger and you try to stab but he has his wrapped around your hands.

“Y/n! Y/n don't kill him” Barbara yelled.

“He deserves to die!” You yelled.

“That is an easy escape for him! You are much better than him, don't become like him” Barbara said.

Something clicked in your mind.

“I want you to suffer until the day you die. I lost my mom and my father” You said.

You moved away from him and he starts to stand up. Bruce played a video of Lois on the big screen and starts to watch, you your father cry.

The moment where Clark held Lois before she died.

“I can't lose you” Clark cried.

“I will always love you, Clark. I will always remember you and y/n, please be there for each other. He is going need to you. Tell him, I love him...”

You start to cry and it would be the last time you hear her voice.

“Son, I am sorry for the chaos I caused,” Clark said.

“I don't believe you and I will never will. You killed my friend Shazam and many others. You are lucky I didn't kill you because of Barbara. This is the last time you will see me” You said.

You take out the Phantom Zone projector and you sent him to the Phantom Zone.

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Time Skip...

You and Barbara became an official couple. She makes you happy and you carrying boxes into her apartment. You are going to live with her and she is very happy about that.

You and Barbara sat on the couch and she gave you a peck on the lips.

“So happy that was the last box,” Barbara said.

“Now we have to unbox everything,” You said.

“How about we go get something to eat and we do it later?” Barbara said.

You kissed her on the lips.

“Sounds good to me,” You said.

Later, you and Barbara spend half of the night unboxing everything. You did use speed to do it faster which Barbara is happy about. You and Barbara would save the city together but you don't kill criminals who rob a store. You would kill if it's a life and death situation only.

#x male reader #male!reader #dc imagine #superman imagine #superman x son #x son #Clark Kent x son #clark kent x male!reader #clark kent x reader

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tartagliad · 3 years

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hey there hope your having a good day💕i was wondering if i could request where the reader is on medication (taking pills) but like they don’t feel like taking them since it makes me feel all sleepy, slow and like doze off often for diluc, childe or anyone you want hehe i’m indecisive. you can skip if you’re uncomfortable! <3

Thank you for the request anon :D, sorry if I made it a bit late, there are request that I need to make ehe... this topic is actually fine for me but i don't fully understand it, so if I did any mistakes, please tell me so I can fix it... aight, let's get into the headcannon..

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Anything but Medications

Summary: the S/O is on medication but they don't feel like taking them

Genre: idk if it's fluff or angst ;-;

Characters: ft. Diluc, Childe, and Albedo

G/N reader!

Warning(s): medication and pills (if you're a minor or uncomfortable with this, feel free to skip this)

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Diluc:

Diluc always reminded you to take your medication

He always checks up on you and make sure you are well rested

Well, he actually knows the side effects of your medicine like make you feel sleepy

You already felt tired the fact that the medicine make you feel unproductive

So you decided to eat them irregularly, like one or twice a day, or none

But you didn't tell Diluc tho..

This been going smoothly for almost a month actually

Until, Diluc founds out that the medicine was still in large number and more over you rarely feel doze off

So he went to ask you why aren't you taking your medication

There's no way you could hide now, you have to tell him

You explain to him that you didn't like the side effects that the medicine always give you

And sometimes even make you feel slow and doze off

Diluc finally understands why you haven't taking your medication properly

He's just worried that you might be in a lot of pain if you didn't took them properly

So the next day, he ask you to go to the doctor that gave you the medication so they can adjust it for you

"Don't worry, we'll go to the doctor tomorrow and ask them if they can adjust the amount of medication they give you. I do hope that the adjustment didn't bother any of your daily activities."

Childe:

Probably the most detailed one about your medication

My guy over here knows what time you should take your medicine

He probably has an alarm set up ngl

Childe even knows about the side effects that it gave you

He was kinda disappointed by the fact that you can't go sparring with him since the medication makes you sleepy and he has to bare with it for a few weeks..

He miss the thrill of fighting with you, but he also has some more time to spend and took care of you

Childe always accompany you on your commission due to the fact that sometimes your medicine can make you feel sleepy

So he always keep an eye on you and aware about the surrounding area for enemies

One day, you actually decided to stop taking it

You try it for a few days and surprisingly, there's no effects doing it :D

So from there, you started to take it like once a day before sleep or twice a day if you don't have any commission or important plans

Childe didn't really notice it, at first he actually think that you already get used to the effects and you feel less sleepy than before

But he started to get a little suspicious because when he check your medicine bottle, there were still full of them

He asks you why there's still so many of them, and so you told him

He finally felt relieved when you told him what's wrong, he was scared that something bad will happen to you

"Next time, if you're started to feel like your medication had effected your productivity, just talk to me alright. I can help you talk to the doctor, I'm just worried something bad will happen to you..."

Albedo:

Your doctor LMAO

He actually knows the contents of your medicine

Well, Albedo is a genius so probably he'll ended up being your personal doctor :/

So usually when your sick or injured, expect him to make you your own medicine

But this time, you needed help from a professional, so you went to a doctor and they said you will be using the medication in a few weeks to a month..

Albedo is aware about the effects that it gave you

Sometimes he always find you sleeping in a very early hour

Or more over, he finds you feel a bit slow

He always helped you on your commission so you didn't get injured

One day however, you didn't take your medication since your commission is actually a bit heavy

But it actually it didn't bother you that much

From there you didn't take your medication properly

You didn't tell Albedo about it though..

He assumes that sometimes your body didn't effected by the medicine, so he didn't think through that you didn't take it properly

But it actually didn't took him long to think that you didn't take it properly

Albedo assumes that you're already tired because the effects it gave you

And he was right, when he asks you why, you said it because of it's effects

He tries to find another way so you could keep taking your medicine properly without making you feel slow and tired

So he tries to examine it and try to reduce the effects from the medicine

That's your doctor over there :)

"It's alright, I'll try to make the side effects reduce a little so you can take them properly and wouldn't effect your work. If it didn't work, I'll try to make you a new one or talk to the doctor."

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(A/N: If there's any mistakes, feel free to tell it to me, my knowledge about this is a bit low, so yeah.. I hope you guys enjoy it! byee)

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin diluc #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #im out of ideas while writing this ;-;#albedo #diluc #childe #genshin blog #genshin boys

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call-me-doll-face · 3 years

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Acquiesce- part 2

Warnings: once again guys, this does have noncon elements. If you are triggered easily please don't read. In no way do I approve of behavior like this, no means no. Consent is key. This is strictly just for the story. No minors! Smut, angst, friends to lovers, protective steve.

A/N- this is for my friend @rogershoe thank you for reading my stories and always giving me words of praise, and for always listening. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

P.s I'm sorry for any mistakes! I haven't gone through and proof read!

Part one

Steve slept over that night, refusing to leave my side. I honestly don’t know whether I'm supposed to feel thankful or annoyed and hell who knows, maybe it’s both.

Yes, him being here eases my mind. Knowing that he’s there to protect me if, heaven forbid, something happens. At the same time though..... maybe I would rather be alone.

Ever the gentleman, he willingly takes the not so comfortable couch in my opinion with zero complaint. We work together in silence to put the fitted sheet on before standing side by side, just staring at it.

“Ya know, I’d almost prefer sleeping on the floor.” He cracks a joke, looking over at me with that cute lopsided grin of his. Scoffing in fake offense I smack his chest playfully causing him to cover his chest with a very over exaggerated wounded expression.

“Hey! Don’t hate on my couch! You could always go sleep in your OWN room!” Before I could even finish my sentence he had flopped down onto his back, big arms folded up behind his head and a satisfied smile gracing his lips. It was hysterical, seeing him trying to fit his big body on my tiny couch, long legs hanging over the armrest. I snicker at him softly, running a finger up the arch in his foot as I go to walk away, knowing damn well how ticklish the man is.

I try to make a quick getaway; wanting to avoid the awkwardness I could feel slowly creeping back in between us. However when I hear “Calla,wait.” I groan internally before slowly turning around to find that he’s already standing right there before me. Curse him and how damn sneaky he is! A man of his size shouldn't also be stealthy!

“Stevie I-” I’m pulled into his embrace, fingers moving up to tangle in my long hair to scratch comfortingly against my scalp. All the tension leaves my body at the action, sagging against him and almost purring like a cat, eyes drifting closed.

“Calla... My lilly...”He murmurs softly against my hairline as he pulls me even closer to him, if that’s even possible. My heartrate spikes at his words as my belly erupts with butterflies. We had always been close but never has he been this tender with me.

His lips press one last kiss to my forehead before bidding me goodnight and gently urging me in the direction of my room where I had been so ready to escape to moments ago but now have to force my body towards.

“Goodnight Stevie.” I whisper softly on my way, Knowing he’d hear me.

I don’t know what wakes me. My eyes slowly flutter open and my lips part with a deep yawn. It’s not until I’m stretching that my body freezes as I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

‘You’re being watched’ my mind tells me as my muscles lock up with panic, eyes staying on the wall directly in front of me, terrified to move let alone look around.

In the back of my mind I already know who’s in the room with me. It’s him. He’s come for me, to finish the job. Bucky....

Then just like that, as if materializing from thin air, he’s there. His hand wraps around my ankle like a vice, jerking me down the bed towards him, sheets getting bunched up around me as he does.

No, no not again! please no!

Crying desperately I kick out at him and miraculously the heel of my foot comes into contact with the middle of his chest, causing his grip to loosen just enough to slip away. Rollin on to my hands and knees I start to crawl away from him quickly in an attempt to put distance between us, but with a deep growl he’s suddenly on top of me, using his big body to pin me to the bed.

“No, Bucky! this isn't’ you!” He lets out a sadistic chuckle at my words before he reaches down and rips my panties roughly from my body. I cry out as my skin burns from the fabric, leaving red welts in the wake.

“Please don’t do this, don’t do this! I’ll do anything!” I sob but then he’s thrusting into me once against without a care as his chest rumbles against my back.

“You will submit.” He snarls in my ear as his hips snap violently against my ass.

You will submit.

YOU WILL SUBMIT.

“Calla...Calla!” I fight against the vice like grip holding me in place, writhing and thrashing against him. A scream is ripped from my raw throat as I get a hand free, digging my nails into my assailants skin. “Damit, Calla! Calla it’s me! Stop!” With one more hard shake I’m pulled back to reality and I whimper shaking my head.

“Open your eyes Calla.” When I refuse to do so I hear his soft sigh then his big gentle hands move up to cup my cheeks, thumbs moving over them soothingly. “It’s okay my lilly... I’m here... It’s just me, I’ve got ya. Now open those big beautiful eyes and let me look at ya.” Under his gentle coaxing I reluctantly let my eyelashes flutter open to meet his very concerned blue ones, watching as he lets out a relieved sigh.

My legs are tangled in the damp sheets, body slick with sweat, and chest heaving as I desperately try to get some much needed oxygen into my lungs. “He... He was here...” My voice shakes out the words and I launch myself at steve, sobbing into his naked shoulder and clinging to him desperately.

He just lets me cry, holding my body against his as he whispers soft words against the side of my head. Eventually when the sobs die down enough he gently moves me back to the head of the bed. Pulling back the blankets he slides in beside me without my even having to ask before tucking me under his arm.

We lay there silently for a while, my cheek pressed against his warm chest as my arm snakes around his waist to keep him with me. I let his even breathing calm me, nuzzling closer to him as the panic finally dissipates.

“You know.... I used to have nightmares too. The last thing I can remember is my plane breaking through the ice. The cold of it. I knew it was the right thing to do, and never for a second have a regretted it. But god did it scare me.” I glance up at his words, seeing him staring at the ceiling with wrinkled brows with his arm that wasn't holding me folded behind his head. “Then I woke up and there you were, lookin like and angel. I done thought I’d died and gone to heaven doll!” We both laugh softly at his words, my chest blossoming with warmth. I squeeze him gently and he squeezes me back in turn.

“If I hadn’t had you there when I woke up, To teach me all the things I’d missed out on and needed to learn... to help me get through the realization that everyone I’d known from my past life were gone.... doll I never would have made it.” This time when I looked up my breath caught in my throat at the look on his face as he looked down at me... Cheeks flushed a soft pink, lips slightly swollen due to being bitten so much, eyes shining with something akin to what I can only describe as love.... Adoration..

Slowly he gently reaches down with the arm that isn't holding me and gently pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb before stroking it softly. His tongue flicks out over his lip and my eyes follow the movement....

I squeal in surprise when in one sweeping movement he has me straddling his lap with his hands once again cupping my cheeks. I’m very quickly becoming convinced it’s his favorite place to have them, but in this moment I’m thankful for it, nuzzling my face against them as our eyes meet once again.

“I promise you Calla, my lilly, that I’ll NEVER let anyone hurt you ever again. Ever. I’ll kill them first. You are the most important thing in my life. I’ll do anything for you, to make you feel better, to help you through this.”

My heart swells at his words, tears forming in my eyes as I give him a watery smile. Slowly reaching up to mimic him I cup his cheeks, watching as his eyes slowly flicker closed and his lips part to let out a soft breath at the touch. “Anything?” I question quietly.

“Anything.” Before the word has even left his mouth all the way I lean forward and press my lips softly against his.

People say that when you have your first kiss with something it feels like fireworks, like your life is exploding. Not with steve... No, kissing stevie feels like home. Like a cup of hot cocoa in front of a warm fire on a cold december night. Like fuzzy socks and warm blankets... like coming home after a bad day knowing that your person will be there to make everything feel right again.

And god does he make everything feel right again as he kisses me back with everything he has. Moving my hands up to tangle my fingers into his silky soft hair I let him tilt my head back so that he can press his lips firmer against mine to gain better access. A breathy whine escapes me and my lips party willingly without him even having to ask. He instantly takes advantage as his tongue slips in to massage against mine before exploring my mouth.

My whole body burns under his gentle ministrations. I burn for him, and I’d willingly burn for him over and over and over again...

Keeping my head leaned back I bite my lip as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw... slowly moving back to that spot behind my hear that he just seems to know will drive me wild.... groaning my name he nuzzles his nose there affectionately as his warm breath fans against my overly sensitive skin.

Wrapping those big arms around my waist he pulls my body even tighter against his before pulling back to press his forehead against mine, giving me a gentle smile. I can’t help but smile back before leaning back in and teasingly taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling slightly.

With a grunt his hips thrust up against me, pulling a surprised gasp from me as I feel how painfully hard he is beneth me. My pussy clenches as the feeling as my body automatically grinds down to meet his thrusts. Instantly those hands grip my waist tightly, stilling my movements.

"Calla... we can't." He grunts out, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion as I look down as him. I know he wants this...

"Stevie... please.. I want you... I've never been so sure of anything in my life.." shaking his head at my words his kisses my shoulder softly as he hugs me.

"No doll... I don't want you to want me just because you want to feel something... just because you want to forget. I want you to want me because you can't live without me... I want you to want me because I make it easier to breath... because that's how I feel about you."

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #avengers smut #marvel smut #slight angst #nonconsent #marvel #mcu #the avengers #romance #these idiots #friends to lovers

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nuclearnerves · 3 years

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INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!

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Trying Not To Love You

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N: This is Part Two To “Can’t Give Her What She Wants” But Could Be Read As A Stand Alone Fic. I Just Couldn’t Leave It How I Did 😂 Rebel Isn’t Good With Angst Without A Happy Ending.

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You call to me, and I fall at your feet. How could anyone ask for more? And our time apart, like knives in my heart. How could anyone ask for more? But if there's a pill to help me forget, God knows I haven't found it yet. But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to.

The moment Jase saw the cheap bottle of whiskey on the coffee table alongside one of Clay’s dog tags laying next to it, he knew what type of night you had. It had only been a month since you and Clay went your separate ways and everyone could see how much it was hurting both of you. He also knew that after your party for one you would definitely need some strong coffee.

“Hey sleepy” Jase said, nudging you as he put a fresh coffee on the table.

“Urgh” you groaned pulling the duvet over your head.

“I see you enjoyed a party on your own last night kiddo” he said pulling the duvet off you.

“Enjoyed wouldn’t be the word I would use” you sighed running your hand over your face before reaching for the coffee and grabbing Clay’s dog tags running you finger over the engraving. “Unless you class knocking back shit whiskey and crying as a good night, then yeah it was a good night”

“It will get easier” Jase said sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder “I mean you’ve been camping on my sofa for the last month now, and that tells me you aren’t ready to give up on hope yet”

“Or I just don’t want to be alone so at least I have Emma and Mikey around when you aren’t” you sighed. “I just want this constant ache in my chest to go away, nothing helps me forget Jase and right now I want to forget”

“Well can I suggest taking a shower” he laughed trying to lighten the mood. “Because you smell like a brewery”

“I’m gonna go for a run” you said, sipping your coffee before slipping the dog tags around your neck, tucking them into the hoodie that belonged to Clay. No matter how much you tried to get rid of the hoodie and dog tags you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. “I need to try and clear my head”

“The boys are coming over soon, so if you aren’t ready to see him yet I’d go soon” Jase sighed squeezing your shoulder he hated how much this was affecting the both of you.

'Cause trying not to love you, only goes so far. Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart. Can't see the silver lining, from down here on the floor. And I just keep on trying, but I don't know what for. 'Cause trying not to love you. Only makes me love you more.

The moment Clay walked into Jase’s house his senses were attacked by the smell of the body spray you always used, he knew you were staying here even if you weren't speaking to him, the sight of your trainers on the shoe rack, made his heart hurt. They were only simple things but everything that related to you made that cut just that bit deeper.

No matter how much he tried not to love you it only made him love you more, Sonny was right you were his other half and life without you was hell.

The moment he walked into the living room, he saw Jase folding up the duvet, placing it in the corner of the room along with the pillows and the teddy bear that you only slept with when you slept alone. He also spotted one of his hoodies thrown over the back of the sofa.

“Is she here?” Clay asked.

“She’s gonna for a run” Jase sighed “she needed to clear her head and shift the hangover she has from nailing a bottle of cheap whiskey”

“How is she doing?” Clay asked as he picked up the empty bottle.

“She’s hurting, just like you are” Jase said with a sad smile.

“I just don’t know what to do” Clay sighed as he sat on the sofa resting his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands. “Where do I go from here? I’m trying not to love her but it’s only making me love her more”

“You just got to give it time man” Sonny said squeezing Clay’s shoulder. “It’s only been a month”

“I’m just lost without her”

And this kind of pain, only time takes away. That's why it's harder to let you go. And nothing I can do, without thinking of you. That's why it's harder to let you go. But if there's a pill to help me forget, God knows I haven't found it yet. But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to.

No matter where he went or what he did, he was tormented with memories of you, everything he did always came back to you making things harder. No matter how much he tried to forget he couldn’t. Everyone was right, you were his other half, the person that made everything better.

So he found himself knocking back the shots, distancing himself from his brothers, trying to do anything he could to forget the pain he was feeling. But nothing was working, he couldn’t bring himself to change his lockscreen. Pulling his phone out he stared at the picture of the two of you that was taken around a year ago, he was pressing you against the wall and you were both looking into each other’s eyes with smiles that shine brightly.

He knew he shouldn’t but he found himself writing a text out to you but deleted it before he even sent it.

It's trying not to love you, only goes so far. Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart. Can't see the silver lining, from down here on the floor. And I just keep on trying, but I don't know what for. 'Cause trying not to love you. Only makes me love you more.

“I’ve never seen either of them this low before” Ray said leaning against the counter of Jason’s kitchen.

“I don’t think any of us have” Sonny sighed. Their voices were hushed as you were only on the sofa in the next room. “They are both putting away a serious amount of alcohol to try and numb the pain”

“You do know you aren’t as quiet as you think” you said walking into the kitchen, all their eyes landed on Clay’s hoodie you were still wearing. It no longer smelt of him but you couldn’t part with it, it was like your comfort blanket. “Jase you are in my way”

“I’m not moving,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m cutting you off the spirits”

“Fine I will just go to the pub then” you huffed storming out of the kitchen.

You knew drinking wasn’t the answer but for a short period of time it numbed the pain, but it never lasted too long.

“We should go with her” Ray sighed. “With how she is feeling she’s gonna start a fight just to feel something other than the heartache she’s feeling”

“I know someone else who is exactly the same” Sonny sighed “but maybe this will work, they haven’t been in the same room as each other for the last two months and I know full well Clay is at the pub”

“You think that maybe if they see one another they might come to their senses?” Jase asked.

“Exactly that”

The moment you walked into the bar you ordered a couple of drinks, tucking yourself into the corner where no one would see you. But from across the room you spotted one person whose mood reflected yours. Maybe coming here was a bad idea, you knew he would be here but was this your heart's way of saying that you needed him.

Leaning back into the chair you watched from across the room having an internal battle on whether you should just go over to him or not.

So I sit here divided, just talking to myself. Was it something that I did? Was there somebody else? When a voice from behind me, that was fighting back tears. Sat right down beside me, and whispered right in my ear. Tonight I'm dying to tell you. That trying not to love you, only went so far. Trying not to need you, was tearing me apart.

“Hey little buddy” Sonny said, sitting beside Clay. “You know it’s bad luck to drink alone right”

“Maybe I want to be alone” Clay sighed.

“Just reach out to her man” Jase said, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. “We all know that you and Y/N are just being stubborn, trust me she is no fun to live with at the moment”

“Yeah well we both decided to go separate ways” Clay snapped.

“Oh come on man you and everyone else knows that you two are meant to be together” Sonny said, glancing across the room to see Ray chatting to you, he didn’t know what was being said but he saw the tears in your eyes as you nodded, standing to your feet and started walking across the room. “But if you want to sit here feeling sorry for yourself then who are we to stop you” nodding at Jase they both stood up leaving him alone but knew he wouldn’t be alone for long.

“Clay” you sniffed fighting back tears as you sat opposite him. You waited until he looked up, his mood matching yours. “I can’t do this anymore”

“Do what?” He whispered looking into your tear filled eyes.

“Be apart from you any longer” you said fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie you were still wearing. “I’ve tried everything in me not to love you anymore but it only got me so far and if I’m being honest it only made me love you more and the more I tried not to need you just tore me apart”

You didn’t expect him to reach across the table, squeezing your hand, the contact making your heart feel a little lighter.

Now I see the silver lining of what we're fighting for. And if we just keep on trying, we could be much more.

“I think we made a mistake “ he whispered, brushing his thumb over your hand, sending sparks through your body. “The last two months just made me realise I don’t want anything other than you, I don’t want this life if you aren’t by my side”

“What we had was so special even if the last couple of months wasn’t the best” you whispered “we didn’t go about it like adults would, we let the communication break down. But I can’t do this without you, and I don’t want to do it without you” reaching out you placed your hand on his cheek as a smile appeared on Clay’s face.

“We gave up fighting for love but I see it now, maybe we can try again” he whispered, his blue eyes glistening with hope as well as tears.

“I’m willing if you are baby” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek as his smile grew.

“Maybe Sonny was right all this time, soulmates always find a way back together” he whispered before leaning across the table placing a gentle kiss against your lips. “It’s a nice night tonight. What do you say we go for a walk?”

“Just like our first date” you said laughing for the first time in months, standing up you held your hand out in front of him, he wasted no time standing up linking his fingers between yours as you left the pub without saying bye to the guys.

You always believed that having a soul mate was a bunch of bullshit, until this moment. You both knew that you wouldn’t go back to how you were a year ago and it would take time and a lot of communication but it was a road you were both willing to travel, no matter how long it took.

'Cause trying not to love you. Oh, yeah, trying not to love you. Only makes me love you more.

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acciocriativity · 3 years

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All Too Well||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.

Warnings: The whole thing is really angst

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!

I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.

Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.

Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.

To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.

The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.

The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.

I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.

He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.

As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.

- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.

We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?

- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.

Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.

- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.

- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.

The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.

I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.

I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...

The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.

In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.

The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.

I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.

- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.

- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.

Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.

The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.

- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.

- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.

- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...

- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.

- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.

- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.

We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.

- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.

- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.

We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.

- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.

- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.

As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.

- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.

There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.

- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.

Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?

- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.

- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.

I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.

- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.

- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.

He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.

- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.

Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.

As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.

- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ I'M GONNA PROTECT YOU ❜

with Angel Reyes, and reader as Che ‘Taza’ Romero' daughter.

Request: Oooh Could it be where you are a younger sibling to one of the guys or a daughter to either the older three? And you and Angel are somewhat good friends? Well one day you are alone at your house and you hear a noise outside and it freaks you out so you grab your gun and call your brother/dad and they are busy at the moment but they send Angel to check it out and he comes and turns out it's someone trying to break in. Anyway the guy runs away and it ends in some Smut? Then your relative comes!

BY @firebenderwolf

Warnings: brief violence described, I think.

Word count: about 1.8k

Aurora says: I wrote it listening a cover of ‘La Llorona’, by Natalia Doco, so I recommend you to listen this song while you read it. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

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The barks coming from the open field, next to the barns, suddenly wakes you up. Your dogs never barks in the middle of the night. You don't give them much importance, lying back on bed again, until they start to howl. Getting up and sticking your head closer to the window, you find some big figures cutting part of the wire fence with a pair of shears. Grabbing your phone, you call your father while leading your feet to his room, to grab the gun under his pillow. A nine millimeters semi automatic, enough to chase them away. Taking off the safety and raising your arms to the high of your eyes, you hang up the call. Probably, Taza will be at Vicki's house getting drunk with Bishop and Tranq, so you type Angel's number by heart. Going downstairs, your eyes looking straight forward, trying to make the least noise possible while you hear the howls and barks getting louder.

“Angel, there's two guys trying to come into my house, and my dad doesn't answer”.

“I'm going, mami. Hide and don' fuckin' move”.

The adrenaline was running through your body, and until you listened to his voice, you didn't notice that you were actually terrified. Gulping, you just hope that they don't hurt your animals. Keeping your phone muttered in a pocket, you hold the gun with both hands. The logic act would be calling the cops, but that is not an option for someone like you, nor your father. Crossing the huge and open living room, you decide to hide yourself into a wardrobe behind a folding screen that your great-grandfather made with his own hands.

Your heart races jumping inside your chest when you are able to hear their voices. Mexicans with a terrible american accent. Sticking your left ear to the door, you try to glimpse if you know them. And it is possible. Biting your bottom lip really nervous, you begin to text your father telling him what's happening, until your body shakes violently when a lot of small glasses fall to the floor after a heavy racket. The thieves are now entering into your house. And actually, they're not going to find anything. Your father is too intelligent to keep his money and valuables belongings inside there. But you're actually terrified because, yes, you know how to fire a gun; but you have never done it to defend yourself. And the only thing you can do right now is to wait. Your father is also coming with the older part of the crew after reading your text messages.

The barks outside don't cease, but your dogs are locked taking care of the animals, and you prefer it. You don't want them to get hurt. And the different noises of more glasses crashing, and different pieces of furniture falling to the floor are turning you anxious. The tears filling up your eyes and your shaky breathing don't help to stay calmed. Resting your back against the wall, with the gun raised to the door, you think that you are ready to fire it as soon as someone opens it.

Gulping a bunch of saliva, when you stop to hear them whispering curses in spanish after some minutes, the heavy steps upstairs call your attention; as the continues buzz of an engine getting closer to the ranch, speeding up in the moment it crosses the main fence. In complete silence, you step out from the wardrobe, with your trembling fingers securing the weapon between them. Checking that there's no one around you, your feet run to the main door to open it. Angel is already there. Without taking off the helmet, the man passes you away with his own gun lifted up in front of his dark eyes. Following him to the stairs, each other take up a side of the wall, waiting for them to go downstairs. The first one appears asking the other to leave, after not finding anything, but before he can warn his sidekick, Angel is already pointing at him, making him a sign to stay silent.

“Mario, where are you?” You hear from the top.

Taking off the gun from the thief's hands, you leave it over the table. But making a false move, the mexican manages to punch Angel, starting to wrestle with him.

“RUN, ANTONIO! MAYA—MAYANS ARE HERE!”

Your mind goes blank by the shock of seeing him fighting, and the weapon sliding itself over the floor, in the meantime the other man runs away jumping through a window and using the bindweeds around the house as stairs. Watching how the other tries to beat the oldest Reyes, you point at them with trembling hands.

“Leave him, pend—”.

Because of the nerves running through your veins, your forefinger presses the trigger shooting the thief by his back. A painful grunt floods the living room. Angel pushes him away, while the mexican writhes between tears and growls. Grabbing the gun from your hands, to not fire anyone else, your friend places an arm over your shoulders to turn you, giving your back to the thief. At the moment he tries to fight again, almost standing up, Angel shoots him again. Twice. Straight to the chest. Clinged to his body, you can't help but break into cries, hiding your face in his neck.

“Look at me… Look at me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He mumbles, leaving away the weapon, so he can cup your cheek in his hands.

You just nod swallowing, feeling his lips pressed on your forehead, before stretching an arm to the wall to turn on the lights.

“Com'ere, baby”. He says, urging you to slightly jump into him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your tears wet the franel shirt he's wearing inconsolably, leading his steps to the kitchen, away from the dead body staining the floor with the blood gushing out of it. Helping you to sit over the island in the middle of the place, Angel hurries up to bring you a glass of water, not knowing how to calm you down more than with leaving some caresses in your hair. You try to swallow but your throat is hermetically closed, coughing some times, while the salty tears keep flowing onto your lips.

“Did I… Did I ki—killed him?”

“No, no, no”. He says, putting the ringed fingers by both sides of your face, affected deeply by the look of horror in your orbs. “I did it, okay? You hear me? I did it”.

You know him from seven years ago, having a special connection from the beginning. You have been through a lot of shit together, but you never expected something like that happening. Putting the glass away from your trembling fingers, Angel holds you against his body, tightly hugging you, trying to make you feel somewhat better while the crew come to the ranch.

“Please… Stop crying… It's okay”. He mutters with a broken voice, not used to feel you so terrified. “I'm here, baby… I'm gonna protect you”.

“I'm sor—sorry, Angel”.

“Don' be silly. You don' have to be sorry 'bout nothing”. He chuckles softly, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Am your superhero, remember?”

The Reyes finally breathes when he hears you laughing with a low, low tone.

“I would never let anyone hurt you”. Sticking his forehead on yours, he closes his eyes for a second, feeling how your fingers get intertwined in his shirt.

You just nod, trying to catch back your breath, almost drinking his. The strokes by his thumbs over your skin helps to maintain a calmed pulse, beating your heart with a low pace; only focused on his touches. Your mind plays a dirt trick on you, making you lean forward some inches until his lips are being pressed by yours. But Angel isn't surprised, and doesn't have any intention to pull himself away, strengthening his fingers on your neck. Your mouths look like two pieces from a puzzle, destined to fit perfectly. Settling himself between your legs to be closer, your hands travel to the back of his head, as your lips start to move softly, tasting every single inch of his. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth to find yours, you can't help but feel a mix of feelings about it. Now you are confused about the fact that you don't know if you're doing it because of the horror lived, or because you really wanted to do it since long ago.

Running out of air, Angel continues kissing your cheek up to your temple with short and gentle gestures, clinging his arms around your body. You have never felt so serene, even if there's a dead body in the middle of your living room and the buzz of some engines are getting louder. He is warm, and seems like he smells better than never, resting your face on his chest with closed eyes. Angel's heart beat is like a hypnotic melody that could make you fall asleep just like that, as if you two were completely alone and you haven't been about to kill a man, for the first time, some minutes ago.

“BAB—HOLY SHIT! BABY! BABY, WHERE ARE YOU?”

As soon as Angel pulls away himself from you, your legs jump down to the floor, running to the place where your father's voice comes from. Your body collides with his surrounding him, breaking in crying again when you feel him finally holding you. Bishop, Tranq and Riz are also there, examining the man lying on the floor with no breath of life in him.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Estás herida, mi amor?” (Are you okay? Are you hurt?) Taza is desperate, looking at you with reddened eyes as you nod in silence. “What happened?”

“There were two men. This… son of a bitch's name is Mario. The other ran away by a window. Antonio, I think he said”. Angel explains under the gaze from his brothers. “Man… they knew where they were getting into”.

“Why?” Bishop asks.

“They knew we are Mayans”. Angel shakes his head slightly, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. “And they were mexicans”.

“I think I know him”. Tranq is squatted close to the dead body, narrowing his eyes as he studies his face. “Vatos or Coyotes, I am not sure, Bishop”.

“Figure it out and put in on the table”. Taza demands with the rage consuming him, hugging you tightly under his arms.

“Let's go”. Bishop moves his head to the main door, making the others know that they must go. “Angel, calls the guys. Take care of the trash”.

“Come here, mi vida”. Your father whispers carrying you into his arms upstairs, not wanting you to continue there. “We're going to take some clothes and leave to the club, okay?”

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER I.

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Grabbing your backpack once you have kept all you need before going to work, you go downstairs following the smell of freshly made coffee. People in the hospital aren't wrong, it's like a drug. You have never been a big fan of coffee till you started to work in the Chicago Med. Since then, you always have a cup in your hands. Checking the hour in your phone, you calculate how many minutes are left for your shift to start. This morning you have woken an hour earlier than normally and seems like you have the house for your own, after Charlotte and Elizabeth have already left for their Firehouse.

Placing your stuff close to the door, you lead your barefoot to the kitchen to have a cup and pour some black hot coffee in it. Sitting over the counter, you spend your time checking some emails from Doctor Manning, your sponsor at Emergencies; test results, consultations and information about your practices in your free time. She is helping you more than anyone in your life with your career, keeping your head focused and your ideas firm.

The doorbell rings, making you raise both eyes from the screen. You're not expecting any visit and the postman came a while ago, and for an instant you're tempted to not open the door and continue with your coffee in silence, but your curiosity ends up winning. Leaving the mug over the counter, you attend to the call. But what you find pushes you into a surprised shock. Hank Voight.

The last time you saw him was the morning before to be arrested. The long hours locked in an interview room, being interrogated about his plans and his shenanigans, come to your head in a sight. The police ‘kindly invited’ you to the District to talk about him. They offered you a deal in exchange for information about him. But you rejected it. Not because you were in love with him, but because you didn't know much more than them and, even so, you're not a whistle-blower. He helped you when everybody turned their backs on you, after being falsely accused of stealing meds from your ambulance, when you worked as a paramedic. You didn't owe him any kind of favor, he didn't ask you to hide his shit. You did it because you want.

But you haven't known anything from him during the last year, more than a couple talks you have had with Erin. He rejected all your visits in jail, never responded to your calls or your letters. Nothing. And now, he is in front of you. Serious grimace as always, looking rested, wearing that dark blue plaid shirt he was wearing on your first date. You remember to tell him how much you liked that shirt, how good he looked with it on. Traveling down your eyes, the badge on his belt next to the buckle earns all your attention. And you can't feel more confused.

Hank Voight being a cop? Again? How is it possible? Who took him out of jail? You knew that his sentence was from six to eight years. It's been just a month and he's walking free again. The pressure inside your chest, racing up your heart, prevents you from breathing with normalcy. Licking your bottom lip, you try to say something but nothing comes from your mouth.

“May I come in?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give him enough space to walk inside before closing the door again, behind your back. You want to punch him, shoot him, stab him (...), but you also want to hug him and kiss him, and know how he has been. When you knew he was being sent to Stateville, you thought you would never see him again. It doesn't matter who he was, what he did and who he helped to, he was a cop. And cops don't survive in jail.

“I heard you jumped from the ambulance to the Chicago Med”.

Hank is taking a look at your living room with curiosity, keeping his hands inside the pocket of his black jeans, turning around to rest his waist against the back of one of the sofas there. Raising an eyebrow you can't believe he has heard things about you and that he still cares. You nod in silence as crossing your arms over your chest with your lips pressed.

“I feel proud of you”. He utters then, shrugging briefly. “I always knew you'd be a good doctor. Is in your veins”.

“What are you doing here, Hank?” Putting away the quackery by waving a hand close to your chest, you can't help but tilt your head with confusion.

“I've missed you”.

As soon as he pronounces these words, a bitter and sarcastic laugh from you fills up the place. Shaking your head and rubbing the bridge of your nose, you can't believe this incompressible situation you are in. He stands up with the clear intention of coming closer, he stops dead when you raise both hands between the two of you while taking a step back.

“One year, Hank. One damn year waiting for… anything from you. A call, a text, a letter… Anything!”

“Erin was in contact with you”.

“Should I be… thankful?”

“I didn't want you to get implied”.

“Bullshit. I was since I decided to be by your side. The cops didn't handcuff me because I was working in the fifty-one and Boden knows my family, and knows me since I'm a kid”.

“Yeah, Erin told me 'bout that”. He pulls his gaze away for a moment, rubbing his right cheek. “You covered my back”.

“And you kicked my ass”.

“I wanted to protect you”

“You didn't! You pushed me away! You abandoned me!”

Hiding your face into your hands, you can't help but feel impotence being aware that you still love him after all. You really thought that he cared about you, that all the promises he made once would become real. But then, he suddenly cut any contact with you, for the exception of Erin. Raising your reddened eyes, you watch him grabbing a cardboard fold from under his jacket, to offer it to you.

“I didn't. I put you under protection. That was part of my deal with the State Attorney. Three cops have been following you all day since I walked into Stateville”.

Stupefy and looking at him with parted lips, feeling your lungs out of air for a second, you hold the fold to open it. Pictures, monthly reports, a copy of your tests for the EMT (...).

“Listen now, I was trying to survive. I was trying to have a plan before talking with you, but it took me more than I thought it could. I blinked and I was out of jail again. I'm leading the Intelligence Unit in the twenty-one now, and you're the first person I've seen besides my unit”. Carefully, Hank takes a step closer to you, slowly, hoping you don't take another back. “You've been the reason why I've been fighting all this time and I ain't pretending to come and change your life for a sudden. Only, to make sure you're good”.

“I wasn't. And I'm not”.

Slamming the fold against his chest, you try to walk away from him, but he stops you. He has that look in his eyes that tells you he's not going to leave you again. As his fingers get closed around your forearm, you try to contain the tears. His hand caresses your skin so softly that gives you chills, bristling it, till lacing his fingers with yours. Your heart jumps, just like it did the first time he held your hand that cold night of October two years ago, after insisting on driving you home.

“I've to come back to the Unit”. Hank whispers bending his head towards yours. “I can pick you up tonight. Have dinner. Talk. I will answer any question you have, I promise”.

He lands his other hand on the back of your neck, pressing his rough lips on your forehead, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand so tenderly that the only thing you want is to run away with him far from Chicago, far from Illinois and, why not? Far from the United States.

“One thing I want to make very clear, sweetheart. I never stopped loving you... Tell me you know it”.

“I do”. You sniff nodding, not being capable of looking up at him.

“If you don't want to see me again, but you need my help one day, don't hesitate”.

As soon as Hank abandons your house, your heart collapses, breaking into a bittersweet crying not knowing what to do. Not knowing to whom you can talk about it. Not knowing how to confront the mix of feelings and sensations dancing inside your chest, barely breathing as the whinings become louder. Holding the fold closer to your torso, you drag your feet over the parquet back to the kitchen trying to find a solution to all this mess.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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LEGACY

Pairing: FFXV!TITUS DRAUTOS x MALE!READER (father-son relationship)

Words: 4.904

Warnings: SPOILER!!! DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED KINGSGLAIVE YET!!!

A/N: This was a request and it took me ages to finish it. I'm sorry for the long wait! I really hope you will like it! It was also my first time writing for Drautos so, I hope it suits him.

Synopsis: YN is a newbie in the rows of the Kingsglaive. Because Drautos sees some potential in the young man, he takes YN under his wings and sees in him more than just another soldier - rather a son.

The worst thing for Titus Drautos was to fail. Not to die. To fail. And as he lay there, in the dust, between the ruins of the formerly Jewelry of Lucis - Insomnia - the only thing he could think of was YN.

To send YN away was one thing. The only thing Drautos could do to keep the young man out of harm.

And nevertheless, the Captain had failed YN. Not as his Captain.

But as a Glaive, as a soldier and as a father.

***

As YN joined the Kingsglaive, he was scared. He was tough enough to get picked out to fight with the Glaives but no matter how tough he seemed to be, how great his ability was to handle the King's magic or how impressive his fighting skills were already - YN was feeling like a scared kid as he joined the committed group of soldiers.

Or, maybe, it was just Captain Titus Drautos who scared him. At least, this would be an understandable reason. Captain Drautos was a tall, impressive and proud man with broad shoulders, scars in his face and an ice cold demeanor. The stories that got told about Drautos were as impressive and honorable as his armor and sword.

With a strong hand and attitude, he led the Glaives fearlessly into fights against Niflheim. Every time, the unit was successful. The Captain was known for his mercilessness against his enemies when he fought for his oppressed home. YN had heard all these as rumors and since then, he felt intimidated even if he hadn't met the Captain yet.

"Listen, Glaives. Even if we live in peace at the moment, this can change at any time. So, all of you will train, train, train. I will team you up. Libertus and Pelna. Nyx and,", Drautos stopped and looked at YN. He was the new one. A guy who was compatible with the King’s magic. The Captain was about to pair him up with Nyx but then, he saw something in the guy's eyes that let him pause before he spoke up again, "Nyx and Furia.", he continued until everyone had a partner.

The room got cleared as the pairs left to start with the training. Just YN was left and with each passing second where the Captain stayed silent, he became more and more insecure. He waited patiently but as he saw Drautos even leaving the common room, YN swallowed and stepped forward, "Sir, I- I think you forgot me, Sir.", he said and cursed himself for sounding so insecure.

Drautos stopped in his tracks. A faint smirk on his lips before he pushed it aside to turn over to the new recruit with a stone cold expression, "First of all, one 'Sir' is enough and second, cut this shit.", he said serious, crossing his arms over his chest before he closed up on the young man to size him up. Once again, Drautos looked into YN's eyes and this time, like a thunderstruck, he recognized the feeling that got woken by the sight - home. Somehow, YN reminded him of his home. Even if the Captain couldn't grasp what exactly triggered this melancholic feeling, it was there. Drautos was already clinging to the past and now, to have someone in front of him who was a living reminder of everything he had lost as his home got attacked wasn't easy to endure. At the same time Drautos was hoping to feel more of this bittersweet pain that reminded him why he was fighting. He had lost so much - his family, his origin ... He even had lost the wish to raise an own family. And just like that, YN reminded him of a son he never had and he never will have.

"Uhm, what 'shit', Sir?", YN asked insecurely, and cursed himself once again.

By the soft sound of the man's voice, Drautos got dragged back into reality like an elastic band that got snapped back. He stepped forward, towering above YN, "This whole frightened behavior. Stop being insecure or whatever you do there. None of that will impress neither me nor the enemy. You're a Glaive now. Behave like one.", Drautos said serious.

YN swallowed thickly once again, "Yes, Sir.", he said and tried to sound more confident than before. YN already had nightmares about meeting the Captain for the first time but reality was something different - now, he couldn't wake up.

Drautos wasn't pleased about this weak behavior but he saw potential in this young man. Potential he had seen before in someone else - Nyx Ulric. Slowly, Drautos crossed the room, stopping at a handrail to look out at the training area, "I trained Ulric, one of my best fighter.", he said and watched how Nyx warped quickly from point to point to escape Furia who chased him.

YN was unsure what to do but on the other hand he was also curious how the training of the others looked like. He had heard almost as many things about Nyx as he had heard about the Captain. Stepping next to Drautos, YN watched how Nyx and Furia changed their roles and now, Furia escaped from Nyx over the area. Unfortunately, Furia made a small mistake and Nyx reached him quickly, attacking him from behind to bring him back to the ground. Before Furia could hit the ground, he threw his blade away and warped into safeness. YN watched them amazed. He knew he was good but this was a whole different level.

Drautos watched YN and how interested he seemed to be in the movesets and the skills. There was a hungry fire to learn these things in YN's eyes and so, Drautos made a decision, "I will train you."

YN was surprised and tried to hide it but it wasn't that easy as he just stared at the Captain.

"The training won't be easy. You have to show me that you really want this and if you can convince me, I will show you a few things and tricks."

"First training with the Captain, huh?", Nyx asked, leaning with crossed arms against the doorframe, watching the new recruit lying dead-like on a bench in the locker room drained in his own sweat.

Very slowly, YN turned his head to the new voice, recognizing him as Nyx Ulric, Drautos' former trainee. YN sat up and nodded, "Yeah... It was the hardest I ever did so far.", he admitted, rubbing the sore muscles in the back of his neck.

Nyx chuckled, walking over to him, "Oh, yeah. I know how you feel. I was in your position before.", he said and sat down on the bench, slowly opening his gloves.

"Captain Drautos told me about it that he trained you before me.", YN said and suddenly, he asked himself why the Captain had picked him out instead of someone else.

"Yeah... Listen, here's a tip. Drautos wants to test you. He wants to see what you're capable of. I learnt it the hard way but I'm thankful for everything he taught me. You gain his respect with blood, sweat and tears. Show him that you really want this and he will teach you a lot of things.", Nyx explained.

"Alright, yeah...but... Why me? He could have picked someone else.", YN asked frowning.

Nyx stood up, undressing his jacket while aiming for the door to leave, "I guess, he saw potential in you. Just watch out. Others might become jealous. I... Learned that, as well.", he said and left YN alone with his thoughts.

***

YN kept Nyx' advice in mind but on the other hand, Captain Drautos was demanding when it came to the training. And once again, YN asked himself what he got himself into as he laid on the ground, panting for air and with pain throbbing in his ribs from the latest punch Drautos had given him to send him on the mat.

"Get up! Again!", Drautos demanded, kicking against YN's shoe, waiting impatiently and still with his sword in his hands.

Slowly, YN got up on his feet, taking position in front of his Captain and raised his blades, getting ready for the Captain's next attack.

Drautos was impressed. He saw the fire in YN's eyes. He wanted to learn. Since the beginning of the week, Drautos put YN through the mill and the Glaive was still going. So, Drautos relaxed, satisfied with the result the new one had made so far, "Okay, it's enough."

"Captain?", YN asked confused, half expecting that it was just a trick.

Drautos stepped forward, placing his hand on YN's shoulder, "You did a good job the last days.", he said before turning around to leave a confused YN behind. Then, he stopped once again, "Take the day off, son."

Dumbfounded, YN watched after the leaving Captain and let his blades sink.

***

First, YN thought it was just a mistake by the Captain that he had called him 'son' but quickly he noticed that Drautos did it several times. Luckily, Drautos just did it when he and YN were alone. Because as Nyx had warned YN, others started to become jealous because of the bond between the newbie and the Captain.

Tredd Furia was the worst. Whenever the Captain was out of sight he tried to find ways to bully YN even if there was no reason to do that. YN was good with a bunch of Glaives. Nyx and his friends liked the new recruit and helped him from time to time while the Captain watched the scenes closely.

Drautos wouldn't intervene, but he observed how YN reacted. First, the boy was intimidated. The others were longer part of the Kingsglaive and YN didn't want to have problems with any one. But slowly, the longer the training with the Captain lastet the tougher YN became and he even talked back. The longer YN trained with him the more courage he got and Drautos was pleased with the result. In YN, he had found something he didn't even know that he was missing - an heir.

Drautos had called him 'son' by accident. The first time had just happened and as Drautos had noticed what he had said, it was already too late. But as he had heard himself saying it, Drautos noticed that it felt right. With Nyx, he had hoped he would have a confidant but the Galahdian was too strong minded with his own will.

YN seemed to be different. He was listening to Drautos. He was eager to learn from him and Drautos knew how to use that as an advantage for his own plans. Furia and his friends, also some others, were already on the Captain's side. They were following Drautos' plans and gave him back-up. But if YN would be on his side too, Drautos was sure to have more leverage on even more Glaives to get them on his side because he got liked by so many.

One evening, YN leant against the handrail and watched the setting sun. The sky, slightly sparkling with the magical shield created by the King, showed off beautiful colors. The clouds were illuminated by orange and red light which was an impressive contrast to the blue firmament. All in all it was a beautiful and peaceful sight to watch. It was this kind of peace YN and the other Glaives had sworn to protect and now, after all these weeks of training and time with the others, YN felt as one of them. Much to the thanks of Captain Drautos, who had helped him a lot.

Drautos walked over to YN, joining him at the handrail and also watched Insomnia in the light of the setting sun. He was about to introduce him into his plans as YN was faster and cut him off before he even could start.

"I want to thank you for everything you have done for me, Sir. I know I wasn't the quickest learner but you... You didn't give up on me. You showed me many unknown things and I... I will use them to protect all this as a dutifully Glaive. So, thank you, Captain.", YN said honestly and offered Drautos his hand.

Drautos, who stared at the young man, was kinda speechless. First, he took the man's kindly behavior as weakness but yet, it seemed to be his biggest strength because he was able to protect his kind heart against everything and everyone. And just like that, Drautos decided that he wanted something else more than to have YN on his side as just another ally. Titus Drautos wanted to protect this man he already had called son. YN was exactly like this: his son. And as such, Drautos felt the desire to shield him from any kind of harm. At least, as best as he could.

Finally, the Captain stepped forward, grabbing YN's hand to shake it, "You know, you weren't the worst trainee I ever had. You did a great job-"

The sudden sound of the siren let both men look up in surprise. It was the sound that Niflheim started a new attack on Insomnia's border.

Just five minutes later, everyone was suited and ready for departure. YN, who talked with Pelna about his first battle, got called back by the Captain, "Yes, Sir?", YN asked, slightly confused.

"Get into the car with Luche.", he just said, turned around and left to give a few more orders to others.

"Special treatment by the Captain, huh? Well, not everyone is this blessed.", Pelna said half jokingly, half annoyed and left YN behind.

YN was confused but obeyed. He followed Luche to the Captain’s car and entered it. A few minutes later, the konvoi hit the road to the battlefield.

As YN saw the wall and the area behind it for the first time, he was flashed. Ruins, sand, destruction: there was nothing beautiful in this place anymore. In the distance, Niflheim shuttles were in sight. The first infantry followed by demons got released and the Glaives got sent to stop them.

Helplessly, YN just watched the scene to his feet because Drautos demanded from him to stay where he was, by the Captain’s side.

Drautos observed the battle from a safe distance to give new orders. Crowe and some others casted a fire tornado to defeat the Niff's but no matter what they did, it wasn't enough to keep the enemy at bay.

"Luche! The Glaives shall retreat and regroup!", Drautos ordered.

"Sir, what shall I do?", YN asked, watching the scene in concern.

Drautos hadn't forgotten him but still, he felt the urgency to protect this guy even if he knew that it wasn’t fair to the others. So, the Captain turned around as he had made a decision, "YN, I need you somewhere else. I have another mission for you."

Everything seemed to be a mess. The Glaive had lost a few men, everyone seemed to be down even if Niflheim had retreated itself from Insomnia again. YN wanted to help and yet, he was helpless. All the training he had had with the Captain just to stay back and to do nothing? For YN it wasn't fair that his comrades had risked their lives while he had just watched them from a safe spot.

So, as they were back in the headquarters of the Glaive, YN ignored his manners and some rules as he stormed into the office of the Captain. The door slammed into the wall and bounced back on his way in what caught Drautos' attention. He was indeed surprised to see this fiery glance in the young man's eyes.

"Why did I have to stay back? All the training you did with me for- what? To let me watch how the others get killed? I thought you would trust me. You said I'm good so why couldn't I fight with the others?", YN called out angrily, clenching his hands into fists.

Drautos was both: shocked and surprised. Shocked because no one ever dared to speak with him like this and surprised because he never expected YN to react emotionally in such a way just because he couldn't fight. The Captain recovered quickly, crossed the room and slammed the door shut, "Glaive, this is not a suitable behavior in front of your Captain.", Drautos said serious with as much authority as he could.

YN eyed the taller and older man and scoffed, "I don't care about suitable behavior! I didn't sign up to become a Glaive just to watch the others die! I should have been on the battlefield as well but you held me back!"

Drautos notices how anger rose inside of him that YN was talking back to him this easily but on the other hand, he was extremely proud, "And as I already told you, I need you for something else! And for this task, I'm sorry to say that, but I need you alive for it! That's why I didn't send you into the fight!", Drautos said serious and watched how YN relaxed a little bit, "So, calm down and listen to what your next task will be."

***

Crowe and YN stood at the same corner in the outskirts of Insomnia. Dust and sand was already covering them as Crowe turned her head over to YN, "So, I guess our paths are dividing now. Stay safe.", she said and smiled softly.

"You, too. Watch out, the streets could be dangerous when you're all alone.", YN said and smiled encouragely.

"You know me. No one will try to touch me. I see you later.", Crowe said and nodded one last time as YN put on the helmet and started his engine to drive down the opposite street she had to take.

Now and then, YN looked back through the rearview mirrors of his bike to Crowe's position but after a while, he couldn't see anything else than dunes and he just hoped that his friend would stay safe so he would see her back in the Crown's City. YN continued his way to a meeting point somewhere near Hammerhead, which was strange in the first place but the Captain had made it clear that everything was extremely secret. As secret as Crowe's mission because YN also had no idea what her task had been.

As YN reached the meeting point, no one else was to be seen. So, he waited because the Captain had made it clear that YN had to wait till the contact person would arrive. The person would carry something important for the king and therefore, it was of exceptional urgency for YN to wait till he got the certain item, contract or whatever it was because this was the only information YN hadn't gotten from Drautos, what it was YN should bring back. He had a name, a description of the guy and the meeting point and still, YN had the feeling that something was odd. Mostly, because the Captain couldn't tell him when this ominous man would appear.

Impatiently, YN walked up and down, waiting for hours for the informant to arrive. On the radio, he heard about the peace treaty between Niflheim and Insomnia and even for him, it sounded odd. Insomnia had fought so long for their resistance against Niflheim and now, the King was just obeying the request of the enemy? And why were they even discussing anything when the Glaive had defeated the opponent in the last battle?

YN had a bunch of questions and the longer he had to wait, the more questions popped up in his mind.

Maybe the ceremony was just an intelligent trick by the King to gain some more time until YN would arrive with whatever he had to receive? For YN, this was the only explanation. Whatever was in the package he had to get, it was something important to save Insomnia against Niflheim.

Then, Niflheim attacked Insomnia and YN was still waiting. It was a torture. The informant took his time to arrive and YN had to wait because of Drautos’ order. It demanded YN's willpower just to wait and to listen to the radio to hear how his home, or at least the closest thing to a home, got attacked by the enemy he had sworn to defeat with his life.

As the informant finally arrived, YN just took the package, jumped on his bike and drove as fast as he could back to Insomnia but as he closed up on the wall, he already saw the destructions, the fires spreading through the Diamond of Lucis and thick columns of smoke were erupting to the sky. YN noticed the Niflheim ships hovering above the city and only then, he saw that the wall was gone. The wall, built and fed by the King's magic was gone - gone like the King?

Quickly, YN tried to find a way back into the city but it was almost not possible. The streets were flooded with people who tried to escape the living hell while he tried to get in. As YN reached the end of the road because there was no road anymore, he left the bike and stepped forward as far as he could to look at all the ruins Insomnia had been once.

A single tear was rolling down YN's cheeks which he wiped away violently, crying wouldn't help anyone. Maybe the fight was still going, YN just had to find a way in. He was just about to walk down a fragile path as someone drew him back the second a huge piece of debris was falling down.

"YN! What are you doing here? Where have you been?", Libertus called out as both men looked at each other.

"Sorry, Libertus, but I have no time for smalltalk. I have to bring this package to the King. It's important.", YN said, stood up and was about to go again but Libertus held him back once again.

"You can't go in there. I mean... there is no in there anymore!"

"What do you mean?", YN asked angrily, pulling his arm out of the man’s grip.

"Hell, have you been sleeping during the past few days? Niflheim had attacked Insomnia! The King is dead! And the peace treaty was just a trap. Even Drautos had deceived us! Nyx was fighting against him until... until-", Libertus stopped because he couldn't still accept the end of his friend. Of all his friends.

"The King... is dead?", YN whispered in shock but as his brain processed the rest of the information, he drew his brows together, "What do you mean with 'Drautos had deceived us'?"

Libertus scoffed, "Drautos was on Niflheim’s side all the time. He was just waiting for the right moment to show his true face."

"No! That can't be right. You're wrong! It's still our Captain you're talking about."

"Ha! Our Captain! Maybe this liar is still your Captain but he wasn't mine anymore since Crowe got killed on her escorting mission-"

"C-Crowe got killed? She- she's dead?", YN whispered in shock. His head was spinning with all the new information.

"Yes, Crowe is dead. She died because of King Regis and Draut- oh, you know what? I call him by his real name. I guess, he was proud to be General Glauca. Being the General of the troops of Niflheim."

"No... No! I don't believe you! You make this up because you also were one of them who were jealous because of the bond the Captain and I had-"

"Jealous? Me? Because you and the Captain had a strange father-son bond going on? What?", Libertus asked as he saw YN's expression, "You thought no one ever had noticed when Drautos had called you 'son'?", Libertus asked amused with a smirk.

"I just... I- where is he now? And where's Nyx and the others?", YN asked, looking around for the hero or Pelna who wouldn't be far away from Libertus.

Libertus' expression darkened once again, "Well, I'm not sure about Pelna but I guess, he's dead like all the others. Murdered by some traitors who had gathered around General Glauca-"

"Don't call him that!", YN defended the broken honor of his former Captain - or still Captain? Even YN became confused.

"It doesn't matter anyway how you will call him because he's dead by now."

"Dead?", YN called out.

"Yes, dead! He died! He's gone! He's no longer alive! Because that's what people like him deserve. Nyx had fought against Glauca to give Lu- to provide some of us the time to leave the city.", Libertus explained, raging with anger as he thought once again about his friend who had sacrificed himself.

"Nyx? Wait- where is he?", YN asked but as he watched Libertus' reaction, he already knew the answer without hearing it.

There was nothing else one of them could say. It wasn't that words would change anything of what had happened. Not one single word would bring back anyone - no matter if good or bad. They were all dead. Everyone YN had considered his family during the last weeks had died. Insomnia was destroyed. The King was gone. The Prince was wherever. There was nothing left but destruction, pain and death.

Slowly, YN slumped down on his knees, too weak and too sad to keep standing up. He knew Drautos would hate it to see him like this. But he wasn't there anymore to complain. YN realized that his mentor was gone and just like that, YN was alone again. YN never had a real father figure in his life. His own dad had died as he was too young to understand anything. And now, the only person that was like a dad to him had left him as well. But YN wasn't just sad. He also was mad about himself - if he hadn't left Insomnia, if he had disobeyed the orders - maybe he could have helped Drautos by whatever plan he had had in mind. Maybe he could even have stopped the Captain to save him.

"Hey, newbie! What's even in this package you carried with you?", Libertus asked and nudged the small package with the toe of his shoe.

"Nothing of your concern, Libertus.", YN answered and picked the package from the ground. Libertus shrugged with his shoulders and went away without another word. YN watched his former friend and as he was out of sight, YN turned the package over and over in his hands. Something was moving around in it. YN was about to open the package and stopped before he chuckled low because he still had his Captain's voice in his ears. But his mentor was gone and so, there was no one left who could YN interrupt in opening the package. Carefully, YN loosened the tape and opened the flaps just to stare disbelievingly into the cardboard box. With a shaking hand, YN took the item and the paper out of it. He had no idea what exactly he had expected to find in the package but certainly not one of Drautos' medals.

Drautos got the medal from King Regis as a reward for his excellent work with the Kingsglaive. YN had seen it countless times glittering proudly on Drautos' chest. Now, it laid in YN's open palm and was sparkling in the soft light of the rising sun. YN took the paper and unfold it just to find the Captain's neat handwriting on it which said:

YN,

I won't make this too emotional. Yes, you will hear a lot of things about me and yes, they're all true. There's no need to lie anymore. I had a vision. I wanted to know that my homeland is safe - a wish every single one of us has! I wanted my people safe and Regis wasn't able to provide this security therefore, I had to do something else. I won't justify my actions. Not in front of you nor someone else. I regret nothing. I considered making you part of my plans but as you can see, I decided against it. Maybe it's a sign of my weakness that I saw something like a son in you. But maybe, if I don't make it, you can try to fight for my homeland to be safe. I promise, you will find a home there as well. You did a great job, son

Titus

YN let the letter sink. His head was occupied with different thoughts. His heart was filled with different emotions. But there were no tears running down his cheeks - because they would be just signs of weakness Drautos hated to see. There was no hatred - because YN knew Drautos had had his reasons to act how he did. And there was no disappointment because the Captain did not deserve it.

YN felt proud that he had met this man who had seen enough in him to train him. The Captain had supported him as no one else was there for him. And no matter what Libertus had said, for YN Titus Drautos would always be the honorable Captain of the Kingsgliave.

YN looked down at the medal and swore that he would fight for the Captain's homeland and for his good name to endure for evermore.

Because, even if he wasn't the real one, YN felt like the son of Titus Drautos and was proud about it.

YN would defend Drautos’ legacy.

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