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creedslove · 1 year

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DESERVE IT - PART ONE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you defend Javier after some other agent makes rude comments about his personal life, not allowing anyone to hurt him

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of past relationships, mentions of bad relationship, Javi being ashamed and embarrassed

A/N: Just a scenario I had with Javi before bed last night that stuck with me the whole day, so I had to do something about it. And no, no smut for Javi this time 😭

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You and Javi were focused on the pictures you received from the informants, watching them closely and trying to draw any detail from them that could somehow help you guys get a clue on Pablo's whereabouts.

You weren't Javi's partner, but since Steve's wife left him, you decided to step in to help out Javi, as he was overloaded with work.

You two had grown closer in the past year, when you moved into the same apartment complex as the other agents did.

You weren't an agent, but you were in charge of supervising all the paperwork and sending it back to the American government.

Javi got closer to you just like he did with every woman: by throwing his charms on you. Which would've worked if you weren't still hurt because of your last bad breakup.

When Javi made a final attempt at seducing you, you were straight up honest with him. You wouldn't jump into his bed because you were still scarred from the last time you allowed someone in, but you assured him you admired him for being honest as well, not playing with anyone's feelings and getting straight to the point.

After that, Javi found a friend in you, and you found a friend in him.

He did everything he could to protect you and you did everything you could to make sure he was safe, you often checked on him, made him meals when you knew all he had was a pack of cigarettes and liquor.

And God, Javier was sweet. He still flirted with you, of course, and you flirted back, he knew you had no intentions of sleeping with him, but it was kind of your thing, he didn't save up any pet names for you. You were querida, cariño, princesa, cielo… you name it. You just felt so at ease with each other.

He was the kind of guy who would leave chocolate on your table or a small flower he found on the street, whatever he saw that reminded him of you. It didn't matter if it was something small, it just made your heart melt and feel welcome there.

You also were aware of Javi's sexual behavior, and not only you, everyone was and you were familiar with his reputation. You knew he slept around, had no strings and even paid for sex, but you never brought it up. Some people called him a manwhore, and though in practice he was one, it never affected how you saw him.

Javi also really appreciated how you never brought it up and on the rare occasions one of the guys from the office made a comment or a joke about his lady friends or his favorite brothel in your presence, you completely ignored it and began talking business instead.

You could tell Javi was trying his best to find something in those photos, but it seemed like a dead end task. So you turned to the pile of paperwork he still had ahead of him and sighed.

"I'll help you with that, Javi… you can take a bathroom break or go for a coffee if you want"

Javier felt his heart clench in his chest at your sweet offer. That wasn't your job, you had no obligation to do that, hell, not even he had the obligation of doing Steve's job but he had to just because he was a little pussy after his wife left him. Javi looked at you for a second, wondering why Steve couldn't be strong like you were. You'd had an awful breakup and though he didn't know the whole story, he knew you enough to assume you just picked up the pieces and started over again.

As if you read his mind, you smiled softly at him "I know you're pissed off at Murphy right now, this is definitely not the best time to have a man down in our team, but cut him some slack. He's going through a real hard time, and a broken heart can really take us down, I know it did when it happened to me, but he'll get over soon" you reminded Javier and placed your hand on his in a comforting way.

You both didn't notice one of the CIA agents approaching your table, and only realized your hands were still touching when the man let out a laugh.

"Y/N and Agent Peña? What is this, holding hands in the office now?" Carlos eyed the two of you up and down and shook his head.

"I can't believe this, Y/N… I expected more from you. You're the office's muñequita. All of us wanted a chance to get you and you go and choose Peña?!" He scoffed.

"You could do so much better than this manwhore, you do know he can't keep it in his pants and all the prostitutes in the country know his name, right?"

You stiffened in your chair and took a quick look at Javi, seeing he gripped the sides of the table to the point his knuckles turned white, he was tense and angry, and yet he didn't dare look up and face Carlos.

It took you a split second to realize Javi was ashamed.

You slammed your hands on the table and got up abruptly, dragging the attention of both men. You stood at full height, though the CIA agent was taller than you, you wouldn't let him intimidate you at all.

"When you say I could do much better do you mean yourself? Because that's hard to believe, Carlos. Not only are you painfully unattractive but extremely stupid and rude" you spat at him "you're married and you chase after women while your wife is waiting for you at home, so I'm guessing you're the real manwhore here. Javier is single and he can do whatever he wants, and trust me when I tell you he does it better than any other man and certainly better than you ever will. Never talk about him like that with your filthy mouth or I swear I'll knock on your door and tell your wife all about your little adventures" you groaned feeling your blood boiling at that whole situation.

It was extremely uncalled for. You didn't care if Javier had troubles with some other agents, he was your friend, he always protected you and took care of you when you needed and you would never admit someone treated him like that in front of you.

Carlos gulped and left without a word. You sat back down and looked at Javi, he finally looked at you in the eyes but remained silent.

"Y/N… I-" he started but you could tell he was still embarrassed about the whole situation so you shook your head.

"I'll finish these tasks at home, can you give me a ride?"

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The ride home was silent and you respected that. You weren't sure if Javi got angry with you or if he was just channeling his anger towards Carlos. Either way, you didn't want to bother him.

Javier was still a gentleman and carried the piles of work you both needed to work on. He placed them on your coffee table and sat on the couch, surprising you as you'd figured he'd be back to his apartment.

You got him a drink and one for yourself and you both began working on the paper. He was silent as his eyes scanned the papers even if his brain couldn't process what was written.

"You didn't have to defend me like that, Y/N"

He broke the silence and stared into your eyes.

"Yes I did, Javi. Because you would've done the same for me. Carlos is a pig and he walks around that fucking place as if he was still in high school bullying every one he meets" you told him "he had no right to talk about you like that, and he also doesn't have the right to treat me like that… even if we were fucking, it's none of his business and I don't think you are bad at all"

Javi licked his lips as he nodded.

"About what he said… about me being a manwhore… Do you agree?" He knew he was stepping into a cloudy area, at the same time he wanted to know your true opinion. He was also scared of hearing the truth.

You bit your lower lips and sustained his look for a while, thinking of how to answer his question.

"If you asked me about any other man, you know… my opinion on your…let's call it sexual behavior, I would agree… but I can't when it comes to you, Javi" you extended your hand and touched his arm "what I guess I'm trying to say is that you are different. I like you and I would never look at you differently because of it, I don't think it's a good lifestyle but I won't despise you for that" your hand went for his face, cupping his cheek gently as his sad brown eyes melted you on the inside and out.

"You really think that, hermosa?" You nodded

"I just don't understand why you do it… I mean, look at yourself Javier, you can make any girl weak at the knees, you can have any woman in a heartbeat… I think you deserve a relationship, a wife, kids…. The whole package, Javi. I don't know why you think you don't deserve to be happy, when in reality you are the one who deserves it most"

You leaned in and kissed his lips so softly, at the same time his hands clung to your hips.

Javi's heart was beating so fast at that moment. All of your words, your kiss, your touch and your lips, it all had a deep impact on him. He didn't know why someone like you could like someone like him, but he continued to kiss you, even if he didn't deserve it.

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A/N: I love Javi, I hope you guys enjoyed it! ❤️

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undiscovered-horizon · 4 months

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Hi, I read a few of your posts and I really liked your writing. May I ask a hcs/drabble/one shot of ONE PIECE with Shanks (and Mihawk if it’s possible) who are in a relationship with a woman who have her own crew and the woman flee away in their sleep, leaving them behind, with her crew after years of relationship? A bit angsty 🙊 and they never found her again, seeing her in newspapers or rumors only.

Thank you if you made it and sorry if It doesn’t suit your blog! Have a nice day <3

At first, he though he read the title wrong. But no matter how many times his eyes glided across the black ink, the newspaper headline said the exact same thing: BLACK TOOTH GRINS: A NEW SCOURGE?

There was a picture attached underneath the title. Part of him thought that maybe the familiarity in the woman’s face was just his longing; a product of a mind too lovesick to hold on to sanity. Alas, this time, too, his senses were not deceiving him.

It is your face. You're alive and well as it seems. Looking exactly the same as the day you had left.

The heartache comes back to him tenfold. Not it has ever left but the pain and anger are now suffocating. So many months have passed when he hasn't heard from you as though you've suddenly ceased to exist. No one has heard about you, no one has seen. How can a whole person just vanish? At some point, he told himself that maybe you've met your end. It was entirely possible.

But nothing has prepared him for this. To realize that he was abandoned by the one he loved.

The anguish slowly fades into numbness like a radio falls silent after piercing ears with static. Everything stands still as he recalls the day some part of him had died:

"Greatest swordsman in the world" is a quite hefty title to carry. It is also quite a hefty title to be overshadowed by. Wherever the two of you showed up, you'd always be perceived as a decoration to Mihawk rather than his partner. Like a pearly white Maltese carried by rich ladies in their purses. Having voiced your concerns, Mihawk knew that you feel in some way inferior to him. He just never thought it was that severe.

He was woken up that night, actually. The sky was still black and starry, morning long hours away. You were getting out of bed and your stirring woke him up. But he quickly went back to sleep when you whispered that you were just going to the bathroom. By all means, it was just another night. Like countless others you've spent together. Nothing unusual.

In the morning, everything was gone. All of your belongings had disappeared as though you had never been on his ship in the first place. Like a ghost he's grown to love had simply become bored of haunting him.

Only one thing, however, suggested that you were not a figment of imagination: a laconic note that vaguely explained the situation. In a few words, you told him that you're tired of being seen as an accessory to someone, a pair of gloves that will be out of season when snow thaws. Knowing that you're more than the Maltese in a purse, you ventured into the wide world to become an infamous name of your own.

Throughout many years, every day has he thought of that night and the morning that followed. What if he hadn't fallen asleep? Was he too calloused to notice how much you've been suffering? Was there something he could have done but decided not to for some reason?

The longer he thought about it, the more he came to the same, heart-wrenching conclusion - he was just abandoned in the middle of the night. Whether it was his hurt pride or respect towards your wishes, he's never gone on an escapade to find you.

As years went by and he hadn't heard from you or about you, Mihawk simply assumed that you'd died. It seemed the most probable. Part of him wanted to take the blame: if he had noticed your pain earlier, had he taken your worries seriously, you wouldn't have left and you wouldn't have died. It was his responsibility to protect you, to ensure that his beloved is safe and sound. Alas, he had failed. Quite utterly at that.

He grew bitter and vicious. What good is his swordsmanship if it failed that one time it could have mattered? What good is he if he was too blind and oblivious to ease your burden?

But all of those painful thoughts disappeared today.

Mihawk tears the newspaper and throws it away. He's grown almost used to the weight of bereavement on his shoulders but now he's absolved of it. One shouldn't grieve someone who is still alive. But contrary to his expectations, he doesn't feel better because of that. In fact, he feels a lot worse. Even if your death had been brought by your own choices, it is not your fault. Your death, however, hasn't occurred as of yet, so the time you've spent building infamy was just time you chose to leave him broken and aching.

He mourned you! Turned his grief and misery into a fury that burned entire towns. He became a shadow of the person he used to be. And for what? To learn that he was disposable to you? That his love for you was less important than your pride and ambitions?

Now that you've made it on the front page with an equally hefty title "A New Scourge", perhaps you're a danger big enough to be hunted down by none other but one of the Warlords. Was it not what you wanted? To be truly someone among pirates?

Oh, he will find you. Even if you told him not to look for you. Mihawk will find you and make you take responsibility for the damage you've done - for the man you've irreversibly changed for the worse; the heart you've forced to turn into stone.

Is it revenge or is it justice? No matter. It is right.

If the butterfly effect is true, Shanks, or rather his tendencies, would be the said butterfly that causes a tornado down the line. He's been known as a man with no commitment and certainly not a devout monogamist. It didn't matter that for a few years he's been exactly that - happily wrapped around the finger of one woman. Most of his men "respectfully" disregarded the relationship status as something temporary.

"Shanks thinks he's in love. Like a thousand times before her."

Which was probably why you've gone years being called a variation of "Shanks's girl". Whether they meant it or not, people around you made sure that you know you're disposable. A fling.

But you never were. Gods above! You never were.

Shanks thought it was quite obvious that he didn't consider you a fling. All the jokes and jabs at his previous love life were just that - meaningless jokes among friends. Even when you explicitly told him that they start to make you uncomfortable and that you want to be taken seriously, the pirate captain never quite took you as seriously as he probably should have. "They're just joking".

The jokes stopped one day and, seemingly, so did Shanks's humour altogether. All of your belongings were gone. You were gone. Nowhere to be found, disappeared like fog on a spring morning. The only thing he had from you was a note, hastily scribbled in the corner of a map lying on his desk as though you were too rushed to take your time to write a proper letter.

He's read that note every day for years. Naively hoping that one day he'll somehow be enlightened as to where you've gone. Maybe one of the letters is strangely pointing towards an island? Or maybe the fact that you've written your message in the North-East of the map was a sign? No matter how many asinine guesses he's made, all of them were wrong. You just... disappeared.

Despite asking him not to look for you, Shanks couldn't help himself. Each village he has visited, he would ask about you. Has anyone seen you? Or heard about you? A few times he thought he had seen you in the crowd, only for the woman to turn out to be a stranger vaguely fitting your description. But this investigation, too, proved to be in vain. For better or worse, it seemed as though you had never existed in the first place.

To put things simply, Shanks had given up. If no one across the seas had seen you or heard about you, it seemed the most probable that you'd met your end. Somewhere far away, among unfamiliar waters and surrounded by strangers. Were you in pain? Were you afraid? Did you wish he could have been there? Or maybe you thought-

No. He shouldn't be thinking like that.

Shanks is locked in his cabin. If his crewmates believed he had an alcohol problem after you disappeared, their captain's state right now would be "alcohol catastrophe". He hasn't been sober since he saw the newspaper.

At first, he was excited, yes! You were alive and well! But then the realization set in: you've left in the middle of the night, asked him not to look for you and never once reached out to him. Telling him that you don't love him anymore would have hurt incomparably less.

He's sitting on the floor. His clothes reek but he doesn't care about that. A shaking hand has trouble lifting another bottle of strong alcohol. The front page of the newspaper with your face on it is lying in front of him. He's just blankly staring at it, letting tears fall down his cheeks.

Among the darkness of the room, there's just him, the bottle and the dull, unbearable ache in his chest.

Shanks wishes to find you. To ask what in the Hell you were thinking. Then ask what he can do to have you back with him. But beware, as whatever you demand he will do. Even if it costs him his other hand.

That is, if his liver won't kill him first.

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imongkoneho · 11 months

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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋| 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧.

Let us forget all the menacing things that Yujiro has done, and give him a sprinkle of humanity. The relationship with him in this is either romantic or platonic, you pick, reader. Cuz idgaf <33 🥰

Life hasn't been that fair to me. They hit me with the worst luck possible and give me a chance, then hitting me again. My father wanted a son, a strong, brave one but he received a daughter. Of course, he disliked that. So, he would force me to do 'boyish stuff' such as: Basketball, football and more 'boyish' activities.

At the age of 20, he forced me to go to the army and train there. He was...proud, swaying pictures at peoples face of me in my uniform, saluting.

After training, i then decided it was enough and wanted to lead my own life, of course my father was upset, but i couldn't care less. At 24, i left the army and moved to Tokyo, Japan.

I was jobless and was staying at an apartment which was small but comfortable and had everything i needed. Japan is a unique country...i would say. '5 death row convicts escaped and are on their way to Tokyo, Japan.' the lady on the TV said, showing pictures and info.

"...Did God send me here to die?" I mumbled and opened my laptop, deciding to look for a job, while listening to the news. Japan is a unique country..they have 'Yujiro Hanma, the strongest and most feared man alive'. "Strongest? Well he definitely looks strong alright." I looked at pictures of the man.

He looked Intimidating, large and muscular. On one of his pictures, he had an ear to ear smile, i blinked. "...he looks like it." I scroll more. "...5 death row convicts...another death row convict...dead person... boxing match gone wrong...death row convict escap- ugh, since when did the world become so messed up!?"

"Yujiro Hanma looking for a... bodyguard? Why would he need a bodyguard...oh." The pay was BIG, so big that i can buy this whole building. Mr. Hanma looks like he could kill. Why would he want a bodyguard anyways?

I hesitate and ponder my decisions for a minute, glancing at the pay every now and then. I groan and slap my cheeks. I need money. And so, i contact the number.

A few seconds passed by. He picked up! "...Hello?" "A woman huh?" Yujiro spoke, amused. "...uhm, yeah. I would like to-" "Do you know how to fight?" "..yes." "You're hired." "O-oh?....Is the pay really for real?" "It's a fair pay. Your are protecting the strongest man in earth."

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It has been a few months since you have been a bodyguard for The strongest man...creature on earth. It has been... exhausting. This man is literally a child inside a monster like mans body.

I think this man doesn't know what a bodyguard is, because he would make me fold his clothes, buy him food and throwing the money at me, orders me to threaten the president to do whatever.

But, the pay was large and made me live so much better than the time i lived with my father. I could afford more better clothes, food and make my apartment not look like a dump.

I had many experiences with this man, i wonder what his son is like.

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I stared at the tracker on my phone, Yujiro has a phone (which he barely use) where i downloaded a tracking app in it. 'Yujiro is in a motel again.' I thought, 'he's probably banging another girl. Damn. How does he even fit?' i shake my head, removing the thought out of my head.

I walk in and used the elevator, making my way on the floor where his room is. 'Room 23...24...25, okay.' i stood there, looking at my phone, gazing at the time.

'11:56' it read. 1...2...3. A woman came running out, crying while struggling to wear her heels. She looked at me for a second and ran away, sobbing.

Yujiro came out, half naked. "Your lunch." I faked a smile, due to my tiredness. "What happened?" I pointed with my thumb to the girl running away.

"She was too noisy. She sounds like a chew toy." He said harshly, taking the paper bag from my hand. "...of course, it's a normal human reaction." I mumbled.

"I'm not eating here, let's go." Yujiro said walking away, leaving the room open. "..sure." I quickly entered the room and saw the woman's earrings, along with a few pieces of jewelry that Yujiro left behind.

"Mr. Hanma isn't that bad after all." I hummed in delight, stealing the shiny jewels.

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I sat in my apartments rug, laptop in my lap, with Yujiro doing exercising stuff in the corner, breaking the wooden floor, leaving foot marks on it.

"You have a Gmail? I didn't know.." "Yeah. The government made it for me." He grunts, as he exercised. I made a disgusted sound as sweat rolled off his body. I scrolled through his Gmail "..You don't read your emails." "It's a waste of time."

Looking at the time, I notice that the news is on and reached for the remote, turning the TV on. On the news, the news reporter explained the prisoners who escaped.

I glanced at the man, feeling his murderous aura. His smile, amused. "You going to do something about it?" "Maybe." I hummed in response.

The door bell rang and it caught my attention. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. "[Y/N]." "Father?" "Come home. Enough with this silly nonsense of yours, you can't live without me, look at this shithole you're living in!"

"...This shit hole, is my home. I'm more happier here than living in yours." I replied, eye twitching in annoyance. He came all the way here just to control you again? He could've asked how you've been doing all these years, like a good father would.

"That is no way of talking to your father! Come. Home. [Y/N], whether you like it or not, You still have my last name." "Fuck your last name!" I pull my hand away from him when he grabbed it, looking at him with disbelief and tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

He was much more stronger. I couldn't run away.

Then, he froze. His face turning into anger to fear, his eyes widening and his hands slowly quivering. He backed away, "W-w-who the fuck are you..?" "Who are you?" A voice from behind me spoke, his voice deep and menacing, almost like he wanted to kill my Father.

I gazed at my back, to see Yujiro. He had his hands crossed, with an eating-shitting grin. I can feel his aura, an aura that can kill. His eyes looked like it was glowing, his grin getting wider, more threatening.

My father was a soldier too, he was pretty strong, a large man with muscles, littered with scars all over his body. He scared people with his looks. But this time, he was scared. Maybe scared isn't the right word. Petrified, he was petrified.

Even if they were the same height, it was obvious whos much more stronger. "F-fuck." He backed away like a scared puppy and ran. "Such a shame. He ran away already." He said amused, keeping his grin.

"Pussy." He said, walking away while scratching the inside of his ear with his pinky. I blinked. Did he just.. protect me from my father?

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Why do I keep watching animes with dead fandoms?

#baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #yujiro hanma #anime #anime and manga #baki x reader #x reader

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 4 months

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A very merry Christmas to you, @2-depressed-4-u . It is I, your secret santa from @mlsecretsanta . I have had a wonderful time talking to you this year (even if I wasn't supposed to, oops), and hope you have a wonderful holiday.

And now, without further ado, your present.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

If his father could see his room at that moment, Adrien was sure the man would faint with shock. Fortunately, Gabriel Agreste was needed in China to investigate one of his companies’ main manufacturers, so Adrien was in the clear… for now.

His room looked like his couch was almost pushed up against one wall, but he’d left a foot of space between it and the wall so he had full access to his masterpiece. Along the north-facing wall was a chaotic conspiracy board, with red string threading from picture to picture. Some of his pieces of evidence were printed out from his computer, like the article about Marinette designing for Jagged Stone or the picture of Ladybug kissing him from back during the Oblivo incident. Others were hand drawn to the best of his ability if he couldn’t find an appropriate image online.

But in the end, all the pictures led back to a center image: his limited edition poster of Ladybug.

Plagg hovered near one of the most important pieces of evidence, the feathered bolo hat Marinette had made. “Hey, kid… when’s the last time you got any sleep?” he asked, his eyes flickering between Adrien and his evidence wall.

“I don’t need any sleep,” Adrien spat, climbing over and onto the back of the couch so he could connect some string between a picture of Marinette and badly-drawn recreation of Multimouse. On the hand drawn page, he wrote no earrings????, with multiple question marks going off the page and onto the wall. “I need answers.”

“I thought you’d decided that you weren’t going to look for Ladybug’s identity anymore?”

The boy scoffed. “I thought so too, but you didn’t see what I saw! During that last akuma battle, Ladybug left, and then… Marinette was there! She always hides during akuma battles, she wouldn’t just run around during one, unless…” He pinned another picture to the wall, wrinkling the paper with his force. “She was Ladybug.”

Plagg sighed. “Or she was trapped in the area and took it as her chance to run. Or she was hiding but someone was in danger, so she rushed out to help. Or some other reason why she’d risk her life. Why don’t you just ask her, kid?”

“Because if she’s Ladybug, she’d just lie!” Adrien explained. “I know how this works, Plagg; we’re not supposed to know each other’s identities. Ladybug sticks to that rule better than me… and no matter how good of a person she is, or how much Marinette hates liars, she’d still be willing to lie to protect herself.”

“If she’s lying to protect herself, then wouldn’t she be safer if you didn’t discover who she is? If you stopped your investigation now, before someone gets hurt?”

Adrien shook his head, picking up another picture of Ladybug. “You don’t understand, Plagg. She shouldn’t have to look out for herself. I should be the one to do it for her.”

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

Adrien’s plan started the next day at school.

Keeping an eye on Marinette proved impossible when she sat directly behind him, but he kept a keen ear on her and Alya’s conversation. While he didn’t think his Lady would be so blasé to discuss her superheroine life where anyone could hear her, he was expecting at least some reference. Alya was her best friend after all; he’d certainly let things slip to Nino throughout his months as Chat Noir.

But no. There was nothing. When not distracted by classwork, all they talked about was the Ladyblog, and Marinette’s new commissions for Kitty Selection. So, it was onto plan B.

When Plagg was trying to talk him out of this—and really, wasn’t that evidence unto itself, that Plagg was trying to talk him out of investigating—he’d said that Adrien reminded him of Alya. Reminded him that Alya had once done the same thing to Chloe, and gotten akumatized for it. But Adrien wouldn’t get akumatized! For one thing, Marinette was in no way like Chloe. For another, Adrien, and Alya back then, had direct evidence that Chloe wasn’t Ladybug, since Chloe was often seen with or around Ladybug.

Outside of the Multimouse incident, had Adrien ever seen Ladybug save or even talk to Marinette?

No.

But Plagg’s words had reminded him that he wasn’t the only person who’d ever searched for Ladybug’s identity. And his best ally sat behind him and to the left.

Adrien pulled Alya to the side during lunch, with Marinette watching curiously and Nino shaking his head in amusement before engaging Marinette in a conversation. Adrien knew he could count on him. And when he found an abandoned classroom to talk to Alya, he swallowed and began to explain.

She’d looked nervous, when he began, but as he kept explaining all his evidence as to why Marinette could be Ladybug, a thoughtful expression bloomed on her face. But that didn’t mean she automatically believed him. And then she asked a damnable question. “What about Lila?”

Ah. He’d forgotten about Lila.

He preferred to forget about her rather than think about—

Alya continued. “Because she and Ladybug are best friends, you know? But I’m pretty sure Marinette hates Lila. Not that she’d ever say she hates Lila, but she refuses to go to girl’s day when Lila is invited, and she leaves sleep-overs early when she’s there, but Lila has no idea why—”

Oh, Adrien had a good idea why. And it was the same reason why Adrien had convinced his father to only allow single or boys-only shoots for him this spring, that it was more fashionable that way.

“Maybe it’s a ruse?” He offered instead. “Maybe Marinette’s only pretending to dislike Lila so she doesn’t find out her identity? It’s not like Lila has ever said she knew Ladybug’s identity.”

“Well, she did imply it once…” When did that happen!? Adrien might be mostly ignoring Lila at this point, but how did he miss that? “But she backtracked when I asked some more questions, so I think she only suspects she knows who Ladybug is. But if Marinette is Ladybug, then we could talk to her and she doesn’t have to pretend to hate Lila anymore!”

Alya gave a blinding smile. Adrien didn’t have the heart to tell her that Marinette definitely would not change her opinion of Lila if they discovered her identity.

In fact, she might yell at them both.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

With Alya on board to stalk Marinette for all the wrong reasons, Adrien had started to feel a little more secure in his plan to discover Ladybug’s identity. For the rest of lunch and the remainder of class, Alya used some leading questions on Marinette to try and get any information, but she was like a steel wall. Alya had even thought up a cool audience participation event where Ladyblog would post everyone’s fan heroes that sounded really interesting.

(Marinette said she’d want to be a black cat hero! She was so cute—)

But there was nothing that pointed towards Marinette being Ladybug. After school, once Alya had begged off girl squad duties and Adrien had lied about an extra long fencing meeting, the two met up to stalk Marinette.

First, she spent a few hours at Eiffel Tower, designing. Then, she spent an hour in a fabric store, picking out a few yards of champagne fabric, all of which looked the same to Adrien’s discerning eye, but were clearly different to her. And finally, she met her parents at a local Italian bistro for dinner. And despite spending their entire afternoon stalking her, they’d learned nothing.

Nothing except the fact that Marinette had an adorable habit of talking to herself when she was alone, but that wasn’t strictly evidence.

Alya sat back on the bench, pulling her disguise hat down to cover her eyes. Marinette and her family were clearly visible from the restaurant window. “Maybe she isn’t Ladybug?” Alya asked. “I mean, Ladybug usually patrols in the afternoon, and she hasn’t left our sight all day!”

That was more because Adrien had offered to talk Ladybug’s afternoon patrol that day, but Alya didn’t need to know that. He hiked the newspaper with holes cut out for eyes higher onto his face. “She could be having an off day?”

“No. Adrien, what was your real reason for—”

Suddenly, the ground shook and people screamed as an akuma, eye-screaming pink and cackling at the top of his lungs, whipped past. They shot to their feet. Alya begged off to chase after the akuma and Adrien let her, his eyes glued to the window. Her family was still there, but Marinette was gone. Was she in the restroom? Or…

“Adrien, what are you doing?”

“I’m just going to check,” he told his kwami, running to the backside of the bistro. If Marinette was Ladybug, she’d have to escape out the back, right?

“There’s an akuma! Come on, you have to—”

“I just need to check!” He scolded. He was almost there!”

“Damn it, kid!” Adrien froze. Was Plagg… mad at him? Plagg was never mad at him! “This has gone on long enough! Is your love life really worth other people’s lives!?”

No. No it wasn’t. And Ladybug would hate him if he even considered for a second skipping out on a battle just to look for her identity.

Really, there was only one choice left.

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Finally!”

He’d have to try again another day. Think of a new plan of attack. But for now, he was Chat Noir. And Chat Noir had a fight to win.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

The next day, Plagg immediately wriggled his way into Marinette’s purse, where Tikki sat, contently eating a chocolate-chip cookie.

“Sugar Cube, you’ve got to make sure your user is more careful,” he said, rubbing his head with his paws. “Adrien almost found out her identity!”

“What!?”

#miraculous ladybug #ml secret santa #lila salt #adrienette #ladrien #c: adrien agreste #c: marinette dupain-cheng #c: alya cesaire #c: lila rossi #c: nino laffiate #c: plagg #ml salt #merry christmas!!

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Oh… OH.

Guys hear me out… BLU Spy is a film buff who likes the Film Noir genre.

If you haven’t heard of/watched film noir, it’s 40s-50s era detective movies. If you’ve watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit, you basically get the gist of what the genre is like. Jessica Rabbit is a subversion of the fem fatale trope of a shrexy lady who works for the bad guys or is the main bad guy of the movie. Judge Doom is the crooked cop/official, R.K. Maroon is another corrupt party that allied with Doom. And Eddie Valiant is our cynical and jaded detective protagonist.

Now think about movies for a minute. How many times does the protagonist do something impossible because it looks cool? Be honest, John Wick is doing some maneuvers that make zero sense to real martial artists and government agents. Now think about how BLU Spy acts in Em Blue and Meet the Spy.

How many times does a detective/cop/agent protagonist go fight a dangerous person alone, and win? Usually there’s a struggle, but they still win. Spy didn’t though. Imagine he’s having a nightmare where one of the aspects is literally “You’re not that guy pal. Trust me, you’re not that guy.”

This is not the time to make demands, this is the time to shoot the guy with a bigger, faster gun before he can get you. But the good guy usually manages to shoot first or dodge, so he can have the confidence to do something this risky. Except it doesn’t work for Spy.

I can’t help but wonder if one of the reasons is that Soldier is an actual war veteran and not crazy like RED; remember how I mentioned real experts before? What if Solly’s fighter logic is cancelling out Hollywood logic in the scenes where he and Spy are together? Of course, that’s not the only reason why Spy can’t do the cool things he’s trying; it’s insecurity.

What happens in Meet the Spy?

So BLU Spy decided to do the dramatic thing and monologue to his teammates about the RED Spy in base, knowing darn well that one of them is probably said Spy. Carrying literal dead weight with the RED’s weapon lodged in it. With full confidence.

Some people think he knew “Scout” was RED Spy, but I actually think he fell for it. Why else would he say “nothing. Nothing like the man currently inside this building!” and then give said abnormally skilled and dangerous Spy his knife back? And that’s not the only reason he didn’t know, either.

This folder of dirty pictures is BLU Spy’s trump card. Yeah, showing it to RED to humiliate him would be funny… but not the most satisfying outcome. Giving it to the Admin for enemy team blackmail? More satisfying. Giving it to one of RED Spy’s enemies so they can kidnap BLU Ma or study the layout of that room? Devilishly satisfying. But that’s still not his end goal.

Scout is the youngest member of the team with the most to learn. You’re telling me that the same Administrator who hired a Director to get dirt on RED team, and doesn’t even care much for Pauling, doesn’t have two-faced Spies on both sides? BLU and RED teammates willing to sell their team’s secrets for bonuses or their own protection? Oh they exist.

This BLU Spy is not one of these double crossers IRL; but he does look for dirt on RED team. He was probably taking the dirtier pictures to get shot of RED without his mask, but he left it on. But he found out BLU Ma is consorting with an enemy teammate, and that’s very important. He wasn't showing this to Scout just to assert dominance as an older teammate, he was saying “Look, your mama can’t be trusted. Don’t give her your information.”

“PATTY CAKE? PATTY CAKE?! I don’t believe it! [cries]”

“Believe it sister, she played Patty Cake.”

It’s the same thing but more disrespectful, he’s trying to wise the real BLU Scout up about mercenary work.

And before anyone asks, no, BLU Spy is not BLU Scout’s daddy. No sane parent would show those pictures to their child, even if he’s an adult and his mama cheated. Besides that, Spy shows literally zero interest in romance during Em Blue, even when he’s telling Archibald what promotions he wants. That’s… not a normal occurrence in Film Noirs.

I’m not saying getting tricked by RED Spy and loosing those pictures before the real Scout could see them is the reason BLU Spy doubts his own abilities. But it’s at least a factor in the bigger reason.

#tf2 #emesis blue #character analysis #emesis blue scout #emesis blue spy #I don’t ship BLU Spy and Soldier btw #just thought I should mention that now

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fangirlvibez · 9 months

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The Festival Of Hearts (a Royal Au) - part 1

Characters: King!Jake “hangman” Seresin x Queen!female!reader, Royal Huntsman!Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Master of Arms!Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, lady-in-waiting!Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Royal Advisor!Robert “Bob” Floyd, King Champion!Javy “Coyote” Machado, Queen Champion!Reuben “Payback” Fitch and Queen Champion!Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Warnings: mention of arrange marriage, mention of dead parents, mention of killing, mention of attacking a person, inaccuracies in terms of the Middle Ages (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: princess, now Queen Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N was forced into marrying King Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Leaving her own kingdom, Eldoria, behind, she left to live and rule Jake kingdom, Misthaven. The time for an age-old tradition in Y/N kingdom came. Miraculously the Queen convinces Jake to invite her old village to come celebrate the tradition with them. This is the story on how the ruthless King learns how to love his Queen.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

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Princess - now Queen - y/n (y/m/n) y/l/n, never saw her life going down this road. It's not like she didn't picture herself walking down the aisle to her future partner. No, she's had dreams about this magical day since she was a little princess. Sharing imaginary stories about the most important day of her life with her lady-in-waiting Natasha Trace. She knew exactly what she wanted during her wedding day. She knew what dress she wanted to wear, which colors and flowers would decorate the church, the ballroom, even the town. She knew what music should be played and what food should be served to not only other royals but the whole village. She knew what she wanted, and this was not it.

King Jacob “Hangman” Seresin of Misthaven wasn't exactly her dream partner. She wanted to get married to a partner she met herself. Someone she got the chance to meet on her own, spend time with and actually fall in love with, naturally. Not in this arranged marriage circus. She knew her father meant the best when he passed away. She knew protection was needed for their kingdom, but why? Why did her father chose King Jake, the most ruthless king to ever exist. People described him as the baddest of the bad kings. And she went through all this at the age of 19.

Y/n stood in front of King Jake. On her left side stood the priest, slowly reading from the Bible. Y/n’s hands were laying softly in Jakes hands. Her eyes drew towards Jakes face. She decided to take in his appearance while he was watching the priest talk. He didn’t seem happy to be there either. The young king shifts his gaze back to his future wife. Y/n’s eyes left his face and met his chest. He was wearing his royal suit, the Misthavens coat of arms visible on his right peck.

Her eyes traveled to her shoes and her long wedding dress. The wedding dress was beautiful, a gift from her future kingdom. But the dress was not her style, she felt like she was wearing someone else's style. This wasn’t the wedding dress she dreamed of when she was knee-high. Her eyes wondered to a decoration piece in the church. The colors were dull, or at least duller than she hoped the decorations would look like on this day.

Her eyes caught a moving foot next to the decoration she was looking at. The foot belonged to Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, the Royal Huntsman of the kingdom. He was the third and last man standing next to the king. Y/n had never talked to Bradley before. Come to think of it, she never talked to any of the Kings acquaintances, apart from Javy “Coyote” Machado, the kings champion. He was the one welcoming her into the kingdom.

Next to Bradley stood Robert “Bob” Floyd, the Royal Advisor. Looking over the four men, Y/N already liked Bob the most. He looked the nicest. He even looked like he didn’t belong there, like he belonged to a whole different kingdom, not Misthaven. Y/n’s eyes met Bobs. He could see the fear in her eyes and gave the princess an assuring smile. For whatever reason that made Y/n less nervous.

Het eyes moved over to Javy, he was looking at the priest as well. The words of the priest faded in her ears but her eyes caught the movement of Javies arms, moving to hold the pillow with both rings in front of her and Jake. It was time, time to give each other the rings.

While she was repeating the words of the priest and looking into Jakes green eyes, she felt her veil move. Natasha must of fixed her veil to make it presentable. Y/n cried tears of joy when she found out not only Natasha but also Mickey and Rueben could come with her to Misthaven and leave Eldoria. It gave her a little hope that she won’t feel alone in a new place like this.

Mickey “Fanboy” García was standing next to Natasha, following by Rueben “Payback” Fitch. The sight was odd, seeing two men stand in a place where bridesmaids should stand. But the whole place looked odd. At the doors of the church stood Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, together with three other guards. Their swords reflected in the light, ready to attack when needed.

Looking over the crowd in the church, wasn’t pleasing either. The crowd wore dull colors as well and their faces represented more like they were attending a funeral instead of a wedding. Y/n felt a pinch in her hand, her eyes met Jakes again and the words of the priest came back in her ears: “You may kiss the bride”.

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Y/n was seated next to Jake in the carriage. Her hands layed nervously in her lap. She looked outside. The streets were filled with families, throwing rice at the newly-wedded couple. Around the carriage was Bradley and Pete with 4 other knights. The only sound Y/n could hear was the rice hitting the roof and sides of the carriage. There was no music, barely any laughter. The supposedly most joyful day of the woman’s life, wasn’t the most joyful day of her life.

A throat cleared next to her. She shifts her focus to her newly-minted husband. “Maids will show you your new room when we will arrive at the castle. You can ask them anything and they will bring it to or do it for you. There will be a celebrating dinner at 7:30 pm for your companions and mine” king Jake spoke with his deep voice. He wasn’t looking at her, but staring outside. “I will be away with Rooster until then, you can explore the castle, but I expect you to be ready when time will come.”

Y/n swallows, then asks in a small voice, “What about the villagers? When will the feast start for them?” Jake let out a chuckle, he turned his head towards her. “If the villagers want a feast to celebrate, they should organize one themself. I have more important tasks to accomplish then organize a feast on the costs of the castle.”

Y/n frowned, the kingdom of Misthaven didn’t get to celebrate their new queen? In her homeland, any big or small event was cause for a town-wide celebration. Holidays, weddings, arrivals of newborns, the castle and village wouldn't miss a moment to enjoy life. Whenever a new king or queen joined the royal line, they would organize a marvelous feast for the villagers, with live music, a huge buffet and dancing until the sun rises the next day. This wasn’t the wedding Y/n wanted, nor the life she'd imagined.

Taglist: @mirrorball-6 @corriegrace06 @dempy @the-romanian-is-bae (let me know if you want to be tagged)

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nicomundthered · 1 year

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To Be Hunted

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

warnings: angst with happy ending, animal death briefly mentioned.

summary: from the prompt- Arthur teaching the reader (his girlfriend) to hunt.

word count: 5,217

a/n: repost from ao3.

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It was late July, and hot as the fire Uncle just crudely pissed beside. Everyone sat miserably waiting for the scouting party to return. Dutch decided it was best to move camps, needing to be closer to some sort of wealth, so the ‘men of the camp’ were out searching for greener pastures. Or really just some place the gang had yet to tap dry.

You had been riding with said gang for the past eight months.

After your life didn’t quite end up as you planned, you kinda stuck with the mindset of: this world is rough so you gotta be tough.

Which really had already built you up too much. In truth you were found walking aimlessly in the Heartlands, after your horse had collapsed, dead.

If it hadn't been for Arthur being kind enough to take you to the gang, who knows where you’d be by now.

The fact was nobody gave damn about you, until he found you.

And you’ve enjoyed your stay for the most part. You had food, a place to sleep, and probably the most beneficial you had constant protection. However, you didn’t want to sound ungrateful or spoiled or anything, but Dutch was very protective of the ladies, and did not want them involved with much of anything. A little pickpocketing here, a little playing a damsel in distress there. But that was really it.

As a general rule he wanted all of you doing the domestic work, while the men got their hands dirty.

He meant it nobly you supposed, but for a woman like yourself, it didn’t sit right. You missed doing things, and going places. Even if it were risky or out of your comfort zone. You just felt like you could do, and perhaps be more.

That was all until you started going steady with Arthur. Then little, by little, you had picked up more responsibilities. Small, unimportant things if you looked at the big picture, but better than cleaning Bill’s soiled union suit.

You mainly helped steal livestock. Always late into the night, and always with Arthur by your side. And on the very rarest of occasions you’ve helped with some homestead robberies. They were a little more intense, and you could tell that they made Arthur a nervous wreck.

He had given you one of his revolvers and had shown you all the basics, but you still weren't great. If practice makes perfect, then how the hell were supposed to learn?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard horses and laid your eyes on Arthur leading the group. His freshly cleaned blue shirt was brown with mud and his coat was missing.

They hitched their horses, all looking very irritated, and seemed to be avoiding Arthur’s gaze.

“What the hell happened?” You called out while making your way to them, eyes worriedly searching Arthur for injuries.

“Damn O’driscoll’s.” Arthur stormed past you infuriated. He made his way to his tent and threw his hat onto his bed. Then he kicked the side of his trunk while muttering all kinds of things, then sat down with his hands in his hair, and his elbows resting on his legs.

You were frozen to the spot, not sure what you should or shouldn't do. This was, for sure, uncharted territory. Arthur didn't lose his cool.

Hosea walked up and stood beside you. “We were ambushed. Those damn Irish bastards somehow knew...If it hadn’t been for his quick thinkin’ I reckon we’d all be dead right about now.” He gently patted your shoulder and left you alone.

Your relationship was still pretty new. You’ve known that you’ve liked him since meeting him but it didn’t get serious until a few weeks ago.

And boy did it get serious, fast.

At first he seemed reluctant. He liked you, but you had to keep convincing him that you wanted the relationship. And then, after some questioning, and maybe even an ultimatum, he had told you about Mary and the damage that she’d done...and then, then he told you about Isaac.

You're not saying that you fully understood. You couldn’t, you had never had nor lost a child. But it helped you recognize and understand certain behaviors and tendencies of his. When he’d pull away from you, or why it took him so long to kiss you. Or, sometimes why he needed space. He was, at times, the most self loathing person that you'd ever met. It didn't necessarily hurt your relationship but it did make it, at times very challenging.

It happened the first time, a couple of days after he told you about his son. In a way, the confession freed him. He touched you more, albeit in private, but that was fine by you.

Then he asked if you wanted to take a trip to Strawberry.

You were excited, not having left camp in what felt like months. He bought you dinner, and offered to buy you a new outfit, but you declined. You hoped to soon earn your own money and buy your own clothes. He worked too hard for the gang to waste his money on a dress, when people in the camp were hungry.

He was anxious about something, and you weren't sure what it was until he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and stated that it was getting late, and that he could buy a room if you wanted.

You blushed and nodded ‘yes’ that you wanted to stay. He moved so quickly to pay that he almost tripped over his chair.

He grabbed your hand, his palm was uncharacteristically sweaty, and the other couldn’t stop fidgeting with his collar. As he led you up the stairs into the small yet cozy room.

It was your first time sharing a bed and you were worried it would be awkward. Especially because of how different he was acting.

You both stripped down to your underclothes. He complimented you and told you how beautiful you were. You both got under the covers, you were too worried that you were somehow pressuring him into this.

But in reality he was just waiting for you to make the next move.

The room was cold and Arthur was warm, and before either of you knew it you were snuggled closely, drifting off to sleep.

You woke to the sun creeping in from around the dark drapes. Disoriented at first until you felt his strong arms holding you firm against his body. You turned slightly, just enough to look at his face.

He looked so peaceful, something you weren't used to seeing. Dutch was gonna work him to death. And that was the thought that urged you forward. You softly kissed his brow, and then placed one on either side of his slightly parted mouth.

His eyes opened slowly and when they locked with yours, he could no longer hold himself back. His mouth explored, and his full concentration was solely on you.

The only way to describe that morning was, you, for the first time in your life felt complete.

Ever since your trip to Strawberry your relationship was different. He had developed an appetite that only you could satisfy. He still wasn't keen on public affection, he just wasn't comfortable with all the wondering eyes.

So you were the one that insisted on letting the camp know he was yours. It made you proud, and you knew that deep down Arthur was thankful for your boldness. So you’d grab his hand or reach up to kiss him anytime you felt that he needed it, or whenever you did, it didn't matter who it was in front of.

Though, you were still not sharing a tent. You wanted to, but didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for.

That was the imbalance of your relationship. He sometimes wouldn’t talk, and sometimes neither would you.

As you watched him sitting on his cot, you realized that for as long as you've known him, you couldn’t recall ever seeing him like this. You didn’t know what he needed, and you didn’t want to make the wrong move. He truly was fragile. More so than anyone knew, anyone but you.

You slowly walked over to him, his head still hung low. “Arthur, you ok?”

He looked up hesitantly, the untrained eye wouldn't have noticed, but you saw the extra moisture in his eyes.

He plastered on a fake half smile and said “Would you want to go hunting with me tomorrow?”

You were taken aback and felt your eyebrows pinch together. “Arthur?...”

You gasped as he suddenly reached forward and grabbed both of your hands. “I just really think we should go hunting.”

“O..ok. Whatever you want to do tomorrow sounds good to me.” You tried to smile, but you felt it fall flat. Something wasn't right, and you were more than worried about him.

He stood abruptly “Good, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.” He kissed you on the top of your head and pulled you into a fierce hug that almost winded you. Then as quick as it happened, he let go, and walked across the camp to Charles.

You couldn’t sleep. Anxiety found its place in your chest, your breath was short, and your heartbeat felt a few beats quicker.

The hours ticked by slowly until the moon disappeared and the sun lit the sky a soft pink.

You sensed his presence and heard his footsteps, before you heard him gently calling your name. You turned over slowly pretending you had just had a good night's sleep.

He looked fully prepared for the day. Hat and coat were already on, and you looked over to your horses only to see that they both were saddled and ready.

“You about ready to go?”

You stood slowly, feeling probably how you looked, tired. When you studied his features from under the brim of his hat, you noticed that he didn’t look much better.

“Let me change and eat something.”

“Here.” He passed you a can of biscuits.

You looked at him a little angry at his impatience.

“Stew ain’t done yet, and I want to get out of here before Miss Grimshaw gets mad at me for takin’ ya.”

You nodded accepting both the biscuits and the explanation.

You wore your favorite outfit. It was a black buttoned up top with dark jeans that you liked to tuck into your black boots. It matched perfectly with your black hat that had a green ribbon around the base. You liked to call it your ‘outlaw’ uniform, because you always wore it when you were ‘outlawing’ (plus it made you feel badass), but Arthur hated that.

He hated what he felt that he made you into one. He hadn’t though, you would have become one, one way or another, either that or died. It was truly inevitable.

When you met him at your horses, he looked you up and down, a not so subtle frown on his face. He had grown to hate the outfit. It wasn’t that you didn't look great, it was the implications of it.

“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to ruin any of my other clothes.”

He exhaled out of his nose and moved his horse forward, not even waiting for you to mount.

You stroked your horse lovingly, stuck one foot into the stirrups and then swung the other leg over until you were sitting high on his back.

You didn’t rush to catch up to Arthur. If he wanted to ride with you he’d have to slow down to your pace. You were gonna savor every second away from those annoying people you called your family. You weren't going to let his strange mood ruin your fun.

After a few minutes he seemed annoyed that you weren't beside him, so he turned around making a big circle and until you were riding alongside him.

It was then you noticed that he had two bows and what seemed like an excessive amount of arrows. You felt a thrill, more than a little excited to learn something new.

He led you to a spot not too far away from camp, maybe forty five minutes. And if you considered your slow pace, not far at all.

He offered to help you off of your horse, the first sign of your Arthur that you've seen in what felt like a long time. You accepted his hand as he helped you down.

He smiled at you as his hands naturally found your hips. He looked like he wanted to say something but instead he reached behind him and handed you the bow. “Charles made this for ya.”

“For me?” You looked at the dark wood with little vine-like carvings. “Wow, it's so beautiful.”

He swallowed thickly, and his eyes wandered not being able to look at you for too long. “You can thank him when we get back”.

“Oh I definitely will. I’ve always wanted my own bow.”

He looked back to you, the same strange expression on his handsome face.

“We’ll follow the sun a bit.” He pulled out his binoculars and looked ahead. “There’s always deer around these parts.”

“Should I be taking notes?” You were trying to poke fun to lighten the dark mood, but either he didn’t hear the humor in your voice, or maybe he didn't think it was funny.

“Nah, you've got a good memory.”

He then taught you how to hide your horses, but to never hitch them. That way they'd be able to come when you whistled. Which was very important when you had a large animal carcass.

Then he led you, on foot, through some trees, until you came upon an area of dense brush. He crouched and you copied him.

“Alright. Now I’m gonna teach you about tracking.”

You nodded like the diligent student you were. You liked ‘instructor’ Arthur. He was demanding and intense. It turned you on…

“You even listenin’ to me?”

You blushed and ducked your head. “Of course I am.”

“Then what did I just finish sayin’?” He stood, cocked his hips to the side, and then placed both hands on his gun belt.

You stood and tilted your head in an attempt of defiance.. “You were talkin’ about tracking.”

“What about it?”

After your long pause, he grew slightly frustrated. He took off his hat and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his face and back of his neck. Then he messed with the fold of his hat before placing it back on his head.

He did the action to calm himself down. You suspected that it stopped him from fussing at you.

“Look, if you ain’t gonna take this seriously…”

“I want to learn.”

“Ok then.” He went on to explain how to track, and all the things you could find that animals left behind. Fur, droppings, and all kinds of fun stuff like that.

After tracking for a few minutes, he found a trail. He expertly followed it, speaking lowly, but still giving you plenty of pointers along the way.

Then he looked back at you and brought one finger to his lips. You quietly caught up. There were five deer, spread far enough apart to see individually, peacefully grazing on grass.

He whispered so softly you could barely hear him. He explained how to pick the right one to kill. You wanted to make sure it wasn’t sick, or had a fawn nearby.

He grabbed his bow, briefly showing you how to hold it, grabbed an arrow, and stood. Then he pulled the arrow back with his strong arm, gave a quick whistle, and when the deer looked up he let go. Killing the animal instantly.

The whole process was a bit sad to you. But the way that Arthur handled it, was the most humane way to do it. You needed to eat, the deer was food, and Arthur didn’t let it suffer.

You had never killed anything so seeing the animal laying there was a different experience. You ate animal every time you ate stew, and to eat stew someone had to do the exact thing you had just witnessed.

It was something that you’d get better at, you’d already felt less squeamish the more you looked at the dead animal.

“If we come across some more before it gets too late, I’ll teach you how to skin it, and the cleanest way to get its meat.”

Before you could protest the morbid idea, not quite trusting your adjusting stomach to go that far, he whistled loudly and after a few seconds you heard his horse galloping.

He took the arrow out, wiped the blood off, and placed the deer on the back of his horse. You went ahead and whistled for your horse as well, for some reason you wanted them to stay together. Then you both lead them to a secluded area, so you could continue your hunt.

“Ok, this next one is all you.” He gestured for you to take the lead.

You gulped. You had paid attention, you truly did. But having to remember things on the spot made you slightly nervous. That and the fact that Arthur wasn't himself. He was more intimidating and serious and that made you more than a little anxious. You didn't want to disappoint him.

At first you were doing great. After a few minutes of looking for droppings, you had found some, and that made the trail pretty clear. So you followed and followed, until you lost it completely.

He was positive and encouraged you. Afterall, this was your first time doing so. Frankly, he just seemed happy that you’d remembered some of his lessons.

Then a couple of hours later, you had lost count on how many animal turds you had inspected, you had finally found a small herd.

You smiled back at him, and as he caught up looking at what you'd found, he briefly let a smile escape through whatever was going through his head.

“Now what?” You stood close to him and whispered.

He nodded to your bow, which you pulled out, and went a step ahead and retrieved an arrow as well.

He stood behind you, so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. He gently placed your arms where they needed to go pressed his body firmly against yours, pulling the bow back.

You held your breath as you felt his strong arms guide you, and when you felt his warm-calloused hands grip your hand and then your hip, you couldn’t help it, a little moan escaped as you looked up at him.

Unfortunately for you, this was at the same time he chose to release your arrow. It flew and fell a good ways away from the deer, causing the herd to disperse.

“Goddamnit!” He yelled.

You jumped at the unexpected outburst.

“Why can’t you just pay attention!?” He threw your bow down and started walking the opposite way, back towards the horses.

You stood frozen for a moment, and tried to understand what had just happened. Then when you were over the initial shock you picked up your bow and followed.

When you caught up you walked backwards so that you were facing him. “What the hell was that Arthur?” You were angry and your voice let it show.

His brows were pinched tightly and the brim of his hat was pushed down lower than usual.

He ignored you, and continued walking with long strides.

“Hey.” He didn’t stop.

“Hey!” You stopped in front of him, causing him to run into you before he looked up and stopped.

“What?” He had the nerve to grumble at you.

You took a deep breath and calmed down before speaking. “Look, I don’t know what's going on with you…”

“It’s nothin’.” He cut you off sharply.

“Well it's obviously something.” You took off your hat so he could see your expressions more clearly. “I know that I ain’t a natural or nothin’ but you don’t have to treat me like an idiot. This was my first time, and you know that.”

“You were distracted. You weren’t even paying any attention.” His voice was harsh and absolute. His eyes avoided yours.

“Yeah that's cause this guy who i've been courting had his big strong arms on me.” You said in a southerbell voice, while fanning yourself with your hat dramatically. You regretted it immediately when he didn't even smirk.

“Look I’m not going to apologize that I'm attracted to you.” You took a step forward getting just in his space. “And when you put your hands on me, I think of all the things those hands have done and can do.”

“A lot of killing.” He murmured

“Yeah...that’s true. But that ain’t quite what I was thinkin’.” You stood on your toes and kissed him.

It was the first time he hadn’t eagerly responded to one of your kisses, and an icey fear shot through your veins.

You took a giant step back. It all made sense now. “Are you trying to break up with me?” Your voice sounded dead to your own ears.

That got his attention. His whole face crumbled, and your Arthur came back. He took off his hat so that you could see him as he could you. “God no. How could you even ask that?”

“Well you seemed to be pretty annoyed with me.”

“I...I ain’t annoyed.” He sighed and shook his head.

You placed your hands on your hips, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m really not.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“It’s not an easy thing for me to explain.”

Your face cooled down and your hands dropped by your side. “It’s ok we got time.” You looked up at him pleadingly. “Talk to me, please.”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head. He knew that he had to come clean, but he wasn’t sure he could do it. He looked around for a comfortable spot. “Fine. Let's go sit under that tree.”

He walked you over to a smooth boulder, under a big tree. You sat down side by side, thighs barely touching.

He placed his hands in his lap, as his fingers played with a tear in his pants.

You wanted him to speak first, no you needed him to speak first. Even though he said he wasn't ending things with you, it still felt like it. So you waited and waited, until he finally cleared his throat a few times and started to speak.

“Yesterday, when we was out lookin’ for a new camp.” He paused and worked his jaw a few times. “Everything was fine one minute. Bill was saying all these ignorant things and Hosea was schoolin’ him…” His eyes squinted at the memory. “And then out of nowhere, we were surrounded by O’driscoll’s.”

You laid your hand on his thigh, and without a second thought he grabbed a hold of it tightly. You felt a little less scared at the reassurance. His hand in your hand made the world feel right again.

“Dutch froze. He looked so shocked and angry. Like he couldn’t believe this was happenin’ to him.” His gaze was on the horizon, it looked as though he was reliving every detail.

“And then what happened?” You asked as your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand.

“He, he pulled out his guns and just started shootin’ em’.”

Your eyes widened. “Without trying to talk to them first?”

He shook his head. “He didn’t even try.”

“That doesn't sound like Dutch.”

“No it doesn't.” He sighed heavily. “Everyone but Dutch ran for cover. He just stood there in the middle of the field. Guns blazing. He looked insane, I don’t think he even blinked. I told everyone to cover him, while Charles and I went around them and flanked the bastards.”

“I’m glad at least you had a plan.” You said proudly. You knew that it wasn't important to him, but you always felt that he would make a good leader. He had something most leaders didn't, he actually cared about people.

He gave a humorless chuckle. “I suppose.”

“Why did you show up so dirty?”

“I came up on a group of them. I started shooting and then this sonofabitch tackled me from behind. We fell off of a small cliff and landed in mud.”

You panicked slightly. “You said you were ok.”

He turned, his piercing eyes stared straight into yours. “I’m fine...I know that we only fell for a few seconds but, but for the first time in my life...I was scared I was gonna die.”

“Cause he…”

“Cause I was afraid I couldn’t get back to you.” His eyes welled with tears and he quickly looked away in frustration. “Damnit, I’ve just never felt this way before, and I don't really know what i'm saying or how to say it.”

You sat quietly trying to take the confession in. Did you make him weak?

“...and if all of us would have died. What would have happened to y'all back at camp?”

“We would have figured something out.”

“None of you can even hunt.”

Then all the pieces fell into place, and the picture was clear. “Arthur I’m a grown woman..”

“And you're mine to look out for.” He squinted like he didn’t like how that sounded. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No you are right. I am yours. Always. But you don't have to always look out for me.”

“I do though.” He turned fully towards you taking both your hands, reminding you of yesterday. “Look if I die out there, doing god knows what.”

You violently shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes.

“It, it could happen. And we both need to face them facts. If I were to not come back...I, I can’t die thinkin’ that you was left alone, not knowing how to defend yourself, or how to find food.” He leaned into your palm as you wiped a tear. “I ain’t strong enough for that. It scares the living shit out of me.”

He returned the favor and wiped some of your falling tears. “Don’t worry about me like that. I’d figure it out, you know I would.”

“I can’t help it. Leaving you would be the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and knowing that I made you an outlaw. Knowin’ that you couldn’t find honest work, or an honest husband because of me...”

“It ain’t your fault. You saved me.”

He pulled you to him. Unable to continue. He just wanted to forget everything.

The hug was fierce and you held on for dear life, and you heard him whisper, mostly to himself “and you saved me.” He was anchoring you at this very moment, without it you don’t think you would have been strong enough to stay upright.

“And I couldn’t help but think that I never would have gotten the chance.”

“What chance?”

He pulled back so he could look at you. “To tell ya how much you mean to me.”

You smiled. “I would have known.”

“I love you.”

You smiled wide. Your whole body felt warm and your heartbeat quickened. “I love you too Arthur. So very much.”

He kissed you. It wasn’t gentle but it also wasn’t rough. A perfect balance.

He kissed you until you felt his ridgid shoulders soften, and all the stress of yesterday disappear.

He looked in your eyes and spoke softly. “I’m so lucky.”

“Make me a promise then, please.”

“Anything.” He responded resolutely.

“If you ever have something like that going on in your mind you talk to me. Ok?”

His eyes hardened a little.

“I’ve spent the last twenty four hours worried about you. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn't eat. I even left the biscuits you gave me back at camp. And if you would have just told me how serious this was to you I would have been a better student.”

He smiled. “You were a fine student. I was just a little impatient is all.”

“No I most certainly wasn't. I was far too distracted by the teacher. Even if he was a little impatient.” You winked playfully.

He smirked.

You turned serious again. “Promise me. Please?”

“Alright I promise. But you have to know by now I ain’t an easy man to live with. Sometimes I bottle up and I’m not exactly sure why. And I'm definitely not used to being loved...It feels amazin’ don't get me wrong, I just ain’t used to.”

“Then I guess I got to work on you then.”

Grinning at your playful tone, he started kissing you again.

It was much, much later before you both returned to camp. The sky was purple and stars were becoming visible. The campfire was blazing, and, thankfully, the night air was much cooler.

You brought back two deer carcasses. Mr. Pearson was very happy and began prepping them right away.

After dropping off the deer, Arthur grabbed a beer, while you walked over to your bedroll. You packed all of your stuff and just as you stood, Karen walked up with a knowing look about her.

“And where do you think you're going?”

You stood proudly. “Arthur and I are sharing a cot.”

“About damn time.” She laughed while sashaying away, looking for trouble.

On your way to his wagon you passed by Charles, who was carrying a load of firewood.

“Oh Charles, thank you so much for the bow. It is the most beautiful one i've ever seen.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Arthur made me build it so fast I was worried I wouldn’t have time to add the details.”

“It’s perfect, honest. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. Anytime you need something like that let me know. All I ask is to give me some time in advance.”

You chuckled. “Ok no problem.”

You made your way over to his wagon and paused while looking at all of his stuff. It wasn’t the first time you studied his pictures, but it was the first time you noticed Mary's was missing.

At the start of a vulgar campfire song you looked over to your strange family. Arthur was probably on his second beer by now, and judging by the way he was enjoying himself it would be far from his last.

You sat a few of your beloved trinkets down on the table next to his flower in a jar. Set a picture of your parents next to the one of his mother, and placed your bow next to his in the corner. Then you shoved the rest of your things, and your clothes under his cot. You’d have to get some storage of your own soon.

You stood back admiring your work. Everything of yours looked somehow better mingled with his.

Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way over to the campfire. He saved you a seat, greeted you with a big slightly drunken smile, and offered you a fresh beer.

After a few bars and a few beers, you found yourself happily singing along.

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 11 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 11: The Wedding ⋇

Warnings: Smut (again I tried LOL)

Tsireya’s POV

A few days before the wedding, the houses of the North came to Winterfell to talk about the marriage. They were at first skeptical about me, until the Starks defended me. “She has been raised along side us before the war,” Sansa said, “we have full trust in her.” After getting that out of the way, I had to figure out which dress I wanted. Sansa and Arya, of course, helped me pick one.

We all met up in the godswood again, requested by Bran. He was really ticked off, he saw in the past all that Little Finger did. He told us and we were shocked. “So…he was the one who sent that assassin?” I asked. He nodded, “yes..” “I knew he couldn’t be completely trusted but wow, he started everything!” Sansa said, growing angry. We held a trial for Little Finger, of course he denied all the accusations, but Bran brought up everything he did from the past. He begged for his life, especially to Sansa, but that wasn’t going to work. Arya passed Bran a sword. He whispered to himself, “the man who passes the sentence swings the sword…” he sentenced Little Finger to death and sliced his head off. At least we don’t have to worry about him anymore.

The day before the wedding is Bran’s coronation. He had to proceed into the Great Hall on horseback like he did before. But instead of doing it as a Prince, he did it as a King. It felt like just yesterday when we had the harvest.

Before he trotted in, the Lords of each Northern house drew out their swords and rose them up. As he passed each Lord, they lowered their swords. Once he sat down at the high table, the maester placed the crown on his head. Everyone chanted, “King of the North!” Just like that, the day was already over. Everyone went to bed extra early for tomorrow.

My maids helped me get dressed in my wedding gown. Sansa and Arya were also in my room too. I decided to put my hair up instead of letting it flow.

“You look so beautiful,” Sansa said.

“Like a queen,” Arya smiled.

“Thank you guys,” I said. I gave them both a big hug, “well, I guess it’s time.” Sansa and Arya nodded and left the room so they could go to their spot outside in the godswood. I thanked the maids and dismissed them too.

When it was finally my queue to go, I took a deep breath and left my room. The sun was starting to go down, such a beautiful scenery. I walked in front of the trail that had lanterns on both sides leading all the way down to the tree. Everyone stopped talking and turned to see me. They all gasped in awe. Bran’s eyes widened as he saw me, making me grin a little. He looked so handsome, dressed in black, kingly attire. I started walking down the aisle, hearing people whispering compliments.

We are both 18 now, man and woman. If only everyone else could see us, how far we have come.

I started to imagine what the wedding also could’ve been like. I pictured Jon, Robb, Rickon, Lord Eddard, and the girls by Bran’s side. For my side, I pictured my mother and the rest of my family. What hit me hard the most was thinking about my father. He could have been the one to walk me down, giving me to Bran. I also thought of Hodor, Jojen, and Summer. I looked up and saw our dragons circling the ceremony, watching from above. I finally made it to Bran and the maester in front of the tree.

“We are gathered here today to witness the union of man and woman. Brandon of House Stark, King of the North, son of Eddard Stark and Lady Tsireya of House Targaryen, daughter of Daeron Targaryen.” the maester announced, “now, King Brandon Stark, do you take this woman?”

Bran looked deeply into my eyes, “yes, I take this woman.”

“And you, Lady Tsireya Targaryen, do you take this man?”

I never broke eye contact with Bran, “yes, I take this man..”

We both move closer to each other and hold each other’s hand. Then we face the tree and kneel before it, in prayer and meditation. We both stood back up. “Now you may take your bride under your protection,” the maester told Bran. He removed the cloak from his shoulders and placed it on mine. Then the Maester approached me with a crown, placing it on my head, “Tsireya Targaryen Stark, our Queen of the North!”

Sansa signaled a maid to grab a dragon glass blade. The maid gave it to the maester. The maester first gave it to Bran, he puts it against his bottom lip and slides it down, making it bleed.

He then cuts his hand before giving it to me to do the same. After I cut my lip and hand, he first rubs a mark on my forehead and then I do the same to him. This signifies the continuation of our bloodline. We both take each other’s bloody hand as the maester wrapped the wedding cloth around them.

Bran and I both pledge in Valyrian, “One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” We repeated the vows in common tongue for everyone else to understand.

The maester announced us as husband and wife, “you may kiss the bride.”

Our lips crashed together as the crowd cheered for us and clapped. Bran then lifts me up and carries me the rest of the way to the Great Hall, for the feast.

“To our new Queen of the North!” Bran shouts, lifting his goblet. The Lords begin to shout, “Queen of the North!” I giggled in embarrassment as I drunk out of my cup. We were presented with so much food! We wanted to try every dish, but we were full by the time we reached the third.

“How does it feel to be queen now?” Arya asked me.

“It feels nice,” I smiled.

“I have a wedding gift for you,” Bran said. He signaled the servants to bring it out. It was a Targaryen themed saddle! “I remembered when we talked about saddles for the dragons so…I had two get made for us! This one is yours!”

“Thank you, Bran!” I kissed him on the cheek.

The musicians played a certain song that sounded familiar. It was the song that played when Bran and I danced at the harvest. Bran smirked at me and offered his hand, “Kostagon eman bisa lilagon, ñuha dāria? (May I have this dance, my queen)”

“Kessa,” I accepted, placing my hand in his. We both went to the dance floor and did the same moves we did before as kids. This time, it felt so much more magical than before.

(Imagine them dancing like this)

Everyone watched as we danced in silence until we were finished. They applauded us and then everyone joined us on the dance floor. We did it the same way before, copying our dance moves and switching partners after we finish.

We were all having a blast! The feast started to get more hectic. The music was barely heard, the men were drunk and touching their women, and it was getting hotter. It was about time for bed.

“Now it is time for the bedding!” Bran announced, “but I will gladly carry my own wife to our bedchambers!” He picked me up as I giggled, blushing.

“Don’t be too loud now!” Arya shouted, making the hall laugh.

“Shut up!” We both yelled as we left.

For the bedding, we were given a special room. It sort of reminded me of Bran’s room, just filled with rose petals and nicely scented candles.

As soon as Bran shut the door closed with his foot, we immediately started to kiss each other, moving our mouths in sync. His lips were perfectly plump and so smooth, I could kiss them all night.

We were both waiting for this moment, just the two of us, alone with no interruptions. Bran gently placed me down, and we both started to remove our clothes. He finished a lot faster than me, leaving on his breeches. I insisted that I could do it on my own, so he went to his side of the bed and waited.

I placed the cloak and my white fur coat onto a chair. I started to remove my dress, Bran watched me in admiration as I gracefully removed it, revealing my corset, short braies, and high socks I had under my dress. Before I could hop into the bed, I seductively took down my bun and unbraided my hair, shaking my hair back and forth letting it fall on my back again.

I crawled to him from the foot of the bed. We were both blushing extremely hard. I took a moment to stare at his body. He was slim, but also had a slightly toned build. He was beautiful.

We both have been waiting for this moment, but it still felt a little silly and strange. We both laughed and giggled as I had my body over his.

Bran sat up and placed his hands on my hips as I straddled him. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck. We looked into each other’s eyes and then started to kiss again. The longer we kissed, the more hungrier we grew. This time, Bran opened his mouth more for my tongue to enter. He moaned as I explored his mouth with my tongue, whispering my name. He tried to find the strings of the back of my corset, but it was hard for him to see. He was too overflown with pleasure, keeping his eyes closed.

He managed to untie it and gently takes it off of me, tossing it across the room. He innocently couldn’t stop staring at my chest. I stop kissing him and giggle. I start to feel something strange under me. I glanced down at his breeches, noticing a bulge. I blushed really hard, chuckling, “oh, I guess you like what you see…” He turned completely red, “hey, stop picking on me!” He whined, with a slight grin on his face. I showered his whole face with kisses, making him giggle, “as my King commands.”

I took his two hands and placed them on my breasts for him to feel them. He looked from his hands to my eyes, his were filled with such curiosity and admiration. We started to kiss again, as he massaged my chest. Our tongues were dancing with each other as we kissed. I started to slowly grind on him, making him moan louder. We stopped kissing, out of breath, and I looked down at his breeches. “Do it,” Bran commanded desperately. “Yes, my king,” I tease, giving his nose a kiss.

I start to undo his breeches as he silently watched me. I threw them across the room like he did with my corset. I bit my lip as I looked upon him, blushing. His whole body is beautiful. “I guess you like what you see too?” He asked, laughing. “Yes, I do..” I proudly admit to him. “Alright, my turn!” Bran playfully yelled, switching our positions suddenly. “Oh!” I exclaim snickering, surprised that he did that. Bran started to carefully remove my white high socks and threw them at the side of the bed. He started to eye my braies asking, “may I?” I nod, letting him do the honors. He pulled down my braies and threw it at the side of the bed too. Bran scanned my face and body, “wow.” “What?” I asked. “You’re beautiful, Tsireya. Please don’t ever forget that. Inside and outside,” he said. I blushed replying, “thank you Bran, so are you…”

He kissed me slowly and passionately as I closed my eyes. I bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan in excitement. He positioned himself at a better angle on top of me and he looked at me, asking for permission, he didn’t even need to ask, I gave him a little nod as I panted. He tried to enter inside me, but it wasn’t going in. This was our first time after all. “S-Sorry…” he told me, embarrassed. I place my hand on his cheek giggling, “it’s okay!” After he kept thrusting a little more, I moaned loudly as I felt Bran unexpectedly entered in. Honestly, I didn’t care if people could hear us anymore. I started to whimper as he moved up and down on me slowly. “D-Does it hurt?” He asked me, worried. “No, no, it doesn’t hurt it just feels different,” I said, “but I like it…keep going.”

Without saying a word, he nodded and continued on. He kissed me again, traveling from my mouth to my neck, making me gasp. He started to gain more speed, thrusting harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, screaming his name in pleasure, “Bran!” I was a little embarrassed that I screamed but I was too in the moment to care.

As we released ourselves, both of us moaned extremely loudly. Bran then sighed and dropped right next to me, “well, we just did that.” We were both out of breath. “Yeah,” I chuckled, “Arya is going to tease us a whole lot tomorrow…” we both laughed. I turn to Bran, laying my head on his chest. “I can’t believe it,” Bran said, playing with my hair. “Us, King and Queen of the North, I never would have thought I would become king. Now, I must be like Robb. I have to be brave, we both do. We must protect our people from the Night King and the dead. No matter what happens, we go through it together.” “Yeah, together.” I agreed, “when will Jon and Daenerys be here?” “They’ll be on their way soon, when they do come, we must tell Jon. Tell him about who he truly is.”

We both just laid in the bed in silence, not sleepy. “So, what now?” I ask him. “Hmm,” Bran thought out loud, “you wanna do it again?” I giggled, “I’m up for it if you are…” I threw my leg over both of his. “I am all yours, my king.” I whispered, running my finger down his chest. I slightly winced as I felt him inside me again but quickly pushed the feeling aside. He gripped my hips hard as I began to ride him, “gods, I love you so much,” he moaned submissively.

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When it was breakfast, we were already expecting Arya to say something. “How did you sleep?” Sansa asked Arya. “Well it could have been better,” she replied. She looked at us and then smirked, “I mean, practically the whole castle could hear those love birds. How is one supposed to sleep when all you hear is screaming?” We rolled our eyes at her, but we still turned red.

I won’t lie, after our bedding, we made love many days after. We just loved each other so much. Arya continued to playfully complain about our sounds of pleasure. “What can I say, I love to ride,” I said jokingly yet serious.

One night before we could remove our clothes, we heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” Bran said. A man entered the room, but he looked familiar. It was the man who helped us get beyond the wall! “Samwell Tarly,” Bran stated. “I thought you would have forgotten me,” Sam said, surprised Bran even remembered. “I remember everything now,” Bran replied.

Sam noticed me in the room, “o-oh, am I interrupting something?” “No,” I reassured him, “please come sit.”

He nodded, smiling, and closed the door behind him. “Thank you,” Bran said, “for getting us beyond the wall, you’re a good man.” “Gee, thank you, your grace, though I’m not really sure that I am,” he replied, “what happened to you, outside the wall?”

“I trained to become the three-eyed raven.” He told Sam.

“Oh! I…don’t know what that means…”

“It means I can see the past and sometimes glimpses of the future. I can see what happens now, well when I choose to.”

“What brings you to Winterfell?” I asked Sam.

“Is Jon here?” Sam asked. “I came to see him.”

“No, but he is on his way back with Daenerys Targaryen from Dragonstone.” Bran answered.

“Did you see that in a vision?” Sam asked.

Bran showed Sam a little letter that was sent by a raven.

Sam, feeling dumb, chuckled, “oh.”

“When he comes, we must tell him the truth,” Bran said.

“About what?”

“About himself…no one knows, no one but me and Tsireya.”

“He isn’t the son of Eddard Stark,” I told Sam, “he’s the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.”

“They held a secret ceremony to get married, in Dorne.” Bran said.

“Oh gods,” Sam exclaimed, “then that would mean he’s…”

“The rightful king of the 7 kingdoms…” Bran said, finishing Sam’s sentence.

A week later…

I’ve been starting to feel strange lately. I’ve been getting more cramps than usual, and my stomach has been making me feel queasy and nauseous. What’s going on? I didn’t let Bran know about anything, I just went to my maid about it.

“What does it mean?” I asked her. She began to cup my breasts, examining them. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. She looked up at me and replied, “your breasts, they are more swollen than usual. Does it hurt when I do this?” “It does feel a bit sore..” I answered. “When was the last time you bled, my queen?” She asked. My eyes widened, I’m pretty sure I was supposed to start bleeding by now. She took my hand and placed it on my flat belly, “my queen, you are with child, the gods have blessed you!”

I continued to sit there, thinking to myself, me, pregnant? When the Long Night is coming? I can’t believe it…he’ll never let me fight if I told him now. “Shall we inform the King?” She asked me. “No, it’s fine, I can tell him when the time feels right.”

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(a/n) Hey guys, sorry I’ve been slacking in posts but I started writing some chapters so they should be out soon! I hope you are enjoying the story! :)

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pool day / steve harrington , robin buckley, eddie munson

summary: on an unusually warm day in hawkins, you, steve, and eddie decide it’s the perfect weather for a pool day. even more perfect weather to teach robin how to swim.

pairings: fem!reader x steve harrington x robin buckley x eddie munson (any of the pairings can be read as platonic or romantic).

warnings: everyone’s wearing a bathing suit, someone gets thrown in the pool, that’s about all for this one

word count: 1668

author’s note: hey everyone, thank you so much for all of the love on my two previous posts ! you guys are seriously so great. this is the steve, robin, eddie post that i promised yesterday. i think i’ll have steve and eddie headcannons coming next, so look out for those ! season 4 part 2 comes out at midnight and i’m sure everyone is a little nervous, so i wanted to write something fun for you. especially since yesterday’s post was a little sad. again, thank you guys so much and please send it requests ! hope you guys like this one !

it was the warmest day of the week in indiana. despite spring break being the harbinger for nicer weather worldwide, hawkins had only reached high temperatures once in the span of 9 days.

steve’s coily-wired phone was placed between your ear and your shoulder, “are you sure you can’t come, nancy?”

you were helping steve slice watermelon, a handful of plates and bowls filling with more food as he worked, “alright, nance. good luck with your meeting, we’ll be rooting for you!”

you placed the phone down on the receiver, “robin!”

“what!” she called back, lounging around steve’s living room in her darkly colored bathing suit.

“bad news, princess. nancy has a meeting with an editor, she can’t come today,” you walked in from the kitchen, taking a seat on the back of the couch.

“she isn’t gonna get to see me learn how to swim,” robin complained, throwing her arms above her head.

“we’ll take pictures for her,” you leaned across the sofa, grabbing the sunscreen off of the coffee table, “come outside so we can put some spf on you.”

the sun beat down on the concrete, grilling your toes and heels if you stood in one place for too long.

robin sat on one of the lounge chairs, her pale legs folded over each other. you straddled the seat, her body between your thighs. the cushion was a little scratchy, the typical outdoor fabric that wicked away midwestern snow.

she had a freckled nose and rosy cheeks, dotted with kisses from the sun. her eyes were round and a magical shade of blue. you smiled at her long, black, curling lashes.

“you are one of the prettiest girls in all of hawkins,” you lathered the white sun lotion on her face, “you and nancy are magnificent.”

her already pink cheeks darkened as the sliding glass door opened, revealing the eddie munson.

“hello, ladies,” he smirked, a big towel decorated with colorful fish in hand. all of his typical jewelry had been left at home. he was void of anything characteristically eddie, except for his tattoos, his long head of hair, and a pair of surprisingly short, black swim trunks.

“the man we’ve all been waiting for,” robin cheered, squinting her eyes as you massaged the spf onto her forehead. he tossed his towel on the chair next to you, ruffling robin’s hair.

“hey, eddie. steve is in the kitchen putting together a few snacks. will you go grab the boombox and cassettes off of the table in there? i forgot them,” you asked. he gave you a quick thumbs up and jogged inside.

“what tapes did you bring?” robin questioned, your hands going up and down her arms, protecting as much of her from the uv rays as possible.

“some tears for fears, david bowie, and the human league,” you responded, working at her neck and chest.

“did you bring me any madonna or shannon?” she muttered quietly.

“yes, and the b-52’s,” you grinned as she giggled, “will you turn around so i can get your back?”

steve and eddie walked out of the house, steve with a few plates in his hands, eddie holding the music and speaker you requested.

“this is cute,” steve stated, looking over at you and robin while he sat everything down.

the two of you laughed, “do you want me to do your legs, or have you got it?”

you handed the bottle to her, standing up and helping steve.

“are you ready to learn how to swim?” he exclaimed, looking up towards robin.

“totally ready,” she replied, a wide smile on her face.

“do you have goggles?” he asked, spreading out napkins and plastic forks.

“yeah, i bought a sick new pair at the store,” she reached into the bag she brought along, pulling her freshly purchased red goggles over and against her face.

“are those flames?” steve questioned, bending over to get a closer look.

“cool, right?,” she looked dorky in them, the plastic pressing into her skin.

“rad,” eddie commented, smirking down at her, “are they too tight, though?”

she pressed her hands against the silicone, “maybe. am i supposed to adjust them?”

eddie walked behind robin, adjusting the straps on the back, “better?”

she nodded, “thanks.”

“steve did you put your sunscreen on?” you asked, setting plates down on the shiny tablecloth.

“yes ma'am,” his arm reached to place a hand on your back.

“eddie, did you?” you turned towards him as he looked through your stack of cassettes.

“you know i didn’t,” he scoffed, picking up tears for fears.

“sit on one of the lounge chairs and i’ll get you when i’m done,” the table was just about set as steve and robin made their way into the pool.

“take a picture!” she called to you, her little goggles fogging up.

you rolled back the film and held the camera up, pressing your finger down on the round button to capture the moment. both her and steve grinned widely as they stood on the steps in the pool, “nancy is gonna love it.”

steve waded with robin in the 5’ area of the water, he talked her through different ways to paddle and what to do if she started to sink. he held her horizontally as she kicked out her legs behind her, her arms shooting straight like an arrow, and pushing out to her sides.

“that was good!” steve exclaimed, setting her down to wipe water from his eyes, “next time try to not make your movements so big.”

eddie spread his legs over the seat in front of you, your legs remaining crossed, opposite of how you and robin sat earlier, “will you push your hair back over your shoulders?”

you squirt a handful of the sticky sunscreen into your palm. popping the lid back closed, you rubbed your hands together.

his tattooed chest sat pretty in front of you. he was ghastly from all of the time that he spent inside. his tattoos were inky black against his paper-white skin.

you smiled, knowing he was going to need the most protection from the rays out of anyone. you lathered the ointment on his collarbones, down his decorated chest, and over the bats on his arm. he was slightly cold, especially for being outside in this kind of weather. but, his skin was softer than you had imagined.

you squeezed more spf in your hand.

“is this as weirdly sensual for you as it is for me?” he asked. you reached up and swiped the handful of sunscreen across his face.

“don’t be weird,” you giggled, rubbing the goop on his slightly pink cheeks.

dark strands of unkempt hair spilled across his forehead. his big, ringless hand pushed them up, out of your way. those damn bangs. he would cut them once every few months with a pair of safety scissors that hardly moved anymore. and you absolutely adored them.

the corners of his mouth kept turning upwards, you pushed them down to even out the creased lotion. to your dismay, it only made him smile more.

kind features made up his face. his eyes were wide and deep, a sense of invitation grasped on to you every time you looked at them. his nose was soft and round, gently pushing itself up from his face. you could sit and count his individual eyelashes for hours because they were just that pretty.

“alright, handsome,” you tapped his bare shoulder, “turn around so i can straddle you now.”

“don’t have to tell me twice,” he joked, doing as told.

“she did it! robin, you did it!” steve cheered from the pool. you and eddie looked down to the both of them in the water.

“you guys ready?” she asked. you two nodded.

she swiftly did a little jump and swam several feet in front of her, her head staying above the surface the entire time.

“look at you!” you and eddie called, laughing and smiling.

“let me get a picture,” the camera was on the table next to you, you grabbed it, snapping a photo of her moving through the small waves she created.

steve high-fived both of her hands.

you set the camera down, “nice job!”

quickly sunscreening the rest of eddie’s back, you told him he was good to go. eddie ran, plugging his nose and jumping into the pool. a huge splash rose, soaking the surrounding cement. he and robin pushed handfuls of chlorine into each other’s faces.

you stood up, pouring water and lemonade into everyone’s cups.

the wet ground sizzled as steve pulled himself up on the concrete lip. his swim shorts hung low from the gravity of the water clinging to the material.

“i’m so cold,” he fake shivered, wrapping his arms around his body.

“nice try, steve. you aren’t cold in this heat,” you teased, backing away from him.

“come on, you don’t want a hug?” he asked, reaching his arms out towards you.

“don’t even think about it,” you yelled, unable to contain your smile.

he chased you, “you have that bikini on for a reason! who cares if you get wet, i want a hug!”

wet feet slapped the ground, giggles spilled all over the place, hot air whipped your hair over your shoulders.

he scooped you up, wrapping his big arms around your back and shoulders. he spun you around. you squealed, giggles erupted from you as you struggled in his grasp.

the spinning stilled as you looked into his eyes. an untrustworthy grin spread across his face as he held you tighter, jumping into the pool.

the water was warm as it engulfed you and steve. you closed your eyes and held your breath, waiting for the two of you to emerge from below the surface.

“you’re such a dickhead,” you laughed, head finally above the water.

he carried you into the shallow end, “a dickhead that loves you.”

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shueith · 2 years

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I loved your idea of Macaque having some discomfort with his eye @chetlins , and I also thought the idea of bringing shadowpeach into that was delicious.

The backstory behind his eye is very vital to their relationship, so it only makes sense to drag it out and use it as an opportunity for them to communicate.

Lovely prompt, they definitely deserve this!

Wukong grumbles breathily, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes as his lips pucker up into a pout. The hallways are quiet this time of night, though he supposes not everyone would be able to sleep after such a long day of fighting ghost demons and running from the Lady Bone Demon. Still, he keeps his voice down, wincing when his feet come down too hard and make the floorboards creak.

He decided that, since sleep wasn’t something that often dawned on him, he should do something more productive than sitting in his room and wallowing in pity. Like learning to cook, clearing away the pots in the sink, finding Macaque.

Ah, that’s right, that’s why he originally left his room.

Macaque hadn’t been there when he woke from his nap, and it wasn’t like the shadow demon to miss out on free time to sleep, especially after being offered such a nice place - somewhere other than LBD’s prison floors - and even though the two weren’t on the best of terms, they made do, and Macaque hadn’t complained about sharing for a while now.

Wukong frowns, shaking the fatigue from his head as he ascends the hallway. His hand trails across the walls as he walks, eyes flitting from one picture to another. Some were normal, like classic print-out photos of a smaller MK, Tang and Pigsy’s wedding day, Mei in a tutu as welts of angry tears stride down her cheeks. Others were different, like the many doodles MK had insisted should be put on display, different “Well done!” and “You’re doing great!” stickers dotted here and there.

It was nice - maybe even homely - very domestically sickening.

Stepping out from between the wall and the staircase, Wukong’s eyes widen slightly, mouth narrowly agape as he ogles at the sight before him.

Pillows and blankets litter the living room floor, torn away from their rightful place on the couch. Macaque, laid in the middle of it all, curled tightly in on himself on his knees, hiccups and gips, one hand pulling at his hair as the other presses closely against his mouth.

Wukong hesitates for a moment, biting at his bottom lip in discomfort and - was that guilt?

“Hey,” He chokes out, wary and almost too quiet to hear.

Almost.

Macaque immediately sits up, scrambling to wipe the tears from his cheeks as his hands come up to drag and wipe at his face. It stings slightly, red marks appearing where his fingers once caught too roughly on his skin. “Hey.” He chuckles, though it’s strained and painful, and he can’t fake it as well as he usually could.

Wukong gulps, brows furrowing as his hand slowly leaves the railing, taking soft, gentle steps towards the other as to not spook him away. “What are you…” He pauses, tilting his head as to get a better look at the other on the floor. “What are you doing?”

Macaque finally looks to him, a bright (fake), confident (clearly fake) smile on his face. “Got a little bored, couldn’t sleep, so I came down to watch some - uh - TV, was it?” He laughs, patting his hands against his thighs in a playful manner. “But I still have no idea how to use it, so I’ve been wrestling with it for a while now.”

Wukong shakes his head, kneeling down so his face comes close to Macaque’s, who leans away in surprise. He squints, examining the itchy tear marks and scratches that coat his face. At some point in time, his arms move, and when he finally comes to he has Macaque’s cheeks cupped protectively in his hands.

Maybe he was tired after all. Is this what mortals felt?

“What are you doing? Weirdo,” Macaque croaks, lips twitching as his smile fails to keep steady. “Did the Pig make you that peachy margarita again? You know you can’t handle it.”

“No,” Wukong mutters, gently running his thumbs across the soft, lightly scarred surface of Macaque’s skin. “I’m just sorry.”

Macaque takes in a sharp breath through his teeth. “For what?”

“For your eye.”

Macaque feels the air lodge in his throat, and suddenly he remembers what he thought he’d forgotten about.

His glamour wasn’t intact.

He brings a shaky hand to his eye, biting down on his bottom lip as he avoids eye contact to the floor.

He expects a yell, a shout, maybe even a loud snapping sound of the wood below them.

When instead, there’s a hiccup, and Macaque looks up just in time to catch Wukong with his head draped low, thumbs ceasing against his skin.

“What happened to us?” Wukong laughs, shakily and begrudgingly through the tears stroking his cheeks. “What happened to me?”

“Everything.” Macaque whispers, voice cracking as the tears escape him again. “Everything happened.”

“I really am sorry.” Wukong whines, desperately fighting for air as his body shakes rapidly.

“So am I.” Macaque sniffs, bringing his own hands to Wukong’s cheeks, imitating his motions.

Wukong shakes his head, finally looking Macaque in the eyes again. When he finds that same large, gashed scar from earlier, he feels his stomach hitch for a second.

Macaque only laughs, silent and full of hurt, tilting his head so that Wukong’s hand leans further into it. “It doesn’t hurt.” He mumbles, tightening his eyes. “Not on the outside anyway. Sometimes though, I can’t bare it, and every time I look at my reflection I want to yell, or scream or - something.”

“I’m sorry,” Wukong sniffs, leaning so that their faces come closer together. “Really, I am.”

Macaque smiles, wider and more genuine. “Me too.” He whispers, half-opening his eyes. “Really, I am.”

It only lasts a few seconds - a short peck against his lips - but it helps to clear the air completely.

Why hadn’t they done this sooner?

#monkie kid #monkie kid macaque #monkie king #six eared macaque #sun wukong #shadowpeach

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moonstonedrawsrandomly · 9 months

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Q: Why does it seem like Kallamar hates Narinder? Like, I know WHY he hates him today, but…even in the baby pictures, it seems like he’s hated him for a long time, why is that?

Gaia: Oh Boy, a loaded question…so, that’s the problem, we don’t know. Unfortunately, there was an incident in their youth- you know what? I think it would be better to just tell you what happened…

…

“No fair, you shouldn’t be able to block like that!”

“And you take one of my legs? Fat chance! That’s why Elder Sibling is taking ME and NOT YOU!”

Heket (7)and Narinder (5)went back and forth with each other, while they both held their plastic swords. Heket was going off to train with her Elder Sibling, Shamura and Narinder was upset about this all. Including having to take his little brother Kallamar (3) with him as he bumbles around.

“I wanna go!”

Kallamar squealed. Heket pats his head warmly.

“No, you have to stay and protect Mama, okay? Can you do that?”

“I protect Mama?”

Narinder tuned out the conversation, he doesn’t like this mushy gushy stuff. He was thinking about asking elder sibling one last time, but then an attendant came for Heket.

“My lady, Bishop Shamura is looking for you, it’s time to depart”

“Alright, bye guys!”

“Bye bye Sissy!”

Kallamar shouted as they both waved to Heket. Narinder then picked up the plastic sword, and then looked at the armory.

“Hey Kallamar, you wanna see a real sword?”

“Yeah!”

The children weren’t allowed in the armory for any circumstances. Narinder, knowing how to pick locks was able to get in, and they grabbed a sword each. All the swords were Shamura’s and each of them had magical powers… something the kids didn’t know.

Narinder and Kallamar swinging the swords deep in the forest, Narinder looses control of his and smacks Kallamar hard in the back, Kallamar cries in serious pain.

“Big Brother, my back! My legs!!”

He screams in pain. He had the sword hit his spine, hard. Something broke, it had to have broke. He couldn’t feel his back OR his legs. He kept trying to reach out for his brother, but was in too much pain. Narinder didn’t know what to do.

“Oh no! What am I going to do?”

His brother felt the chill in the air, it was going to snow soon. The weather might be bad enough for them to turn around. Kallamar was still on the floor, but now his arms won’t move…he began to cry. Narinder picks up the sword Kallamar dropped.

“Brother? Where are you going, Brother! Brother?”

And then there was silence. Narinder left him there as he returns to the Armory and puts back the sword. Which he was quickly scolded and taken to Gaia.

“Nari, where is your brother?”

“Huh?”

“Dear, please pay attention. Where is your brother?”

“Oh…he…went with Shamura and Heket”

Gaia furrowed her brow. Why would they take Heket and Kallamar but not Narinder…he doesn’t even have his stuff with him, despite it was a two day adventure…regardless, they might have to cut it short, a storm is brewing…

“Make sure Narinder has his warm winter sheets and inform Kallamar’s nanny that he is out for the next 2 days.”

Gaia told Narinder’s nanny. She then tells her attendant to write a letter to Shamura, asking for her inquiry why her partner took a toddler to the training grounds and not Narinder? Regardless, Gaia was still uneasy, especially with the weather getting worse.

Meanwhile, hours later, the caravan with Bishop Shamura and Heket has turned around. The storm has gotten worse, to the point they decided it would be the safest time to turn around. They were quite close to home now.

“Thank goodness Heket got too cold. It will be nice to be in my warm bedchambers next to my WARM wife~*”

They said while Heket was bundled up as warmly as possible. They finally made it to the gates as the carriages were towed to the back. Gaia, in shock greets them but then realizes something terrifying

“Where’s Kallamar?”

“Wasn’t he with you?”

“Didn’t you take him?!?”

“Why on earth would I take a toddler in THIS weather?!?”

The panic began to set until Heket croaks

“Narinder…they were within the Armory…”

She said. Both parent and sibling screamed at the realization. Kallamar is lost in the storm!

“KALLAMAR!!!!”

The whole kingdom was on lockdown, and his attendants were either being beaten or out looking for them. Heket was given to her nanny and the two adult crown users, mounted horses? and galloped into the night, with fighters following them with medical aid and lanterns. Narinder, who was already tucked in bed was hearing the commotion.

“Young lady! You’re going to catch a chill! You’re not old enough to go!”

“Baby brother is missing! I must look too!”

“Look at your hands and feet! They are blue! You’ll catch your death in the cold…your poor mother and older sibling would be devastated! So that they know that your well and they only have to worry about ONE KID at a time! Understand?”

Heket mopes. They’re right. One kid possibly perishing is insane, but two?!? They would be besides themselves with grief. Heket slumps to the bath

“Your family is very proud of you wanting to take the initiative, but they will be extra proud that you’re safe!”

They said. Narinder was worried. He sneaks back into bed and wonders why they’re all looking for him?

“If he was strong, he’d find his way back…MaMa and ShaSha are both gone”

He said. It did occur to him that his little brother was weak, but to think that his little brother was still in the snow…he pulls the covers over his head, not trying to think about it.

Kallamar still remains in the snow. The adults don’t know where to look now. The armory was checked but they weren’t there.

“Keep looking!”

Shamura said as he still looks around for their lost brother.

“Help…”

Kallamar whimpered. His hands were turning blue from the cold and he was hungry. The pain in his neck and back were not going away.

“…maa…maa…shaa…shaa…”

He whispered as tears spilled down his little face. The snow was still coming down at this point. If his crown was stronger, he’d be able to stay warmer, but his crown was fairly new like him. They didn’t know how to keep him warm, let alone how to handle heat. Then something in the bushes began to shake

“Mama?”

Kallamar thought until the rustling came up to his head. It was another kid! Or a wild baby? It was a little Bagworm with Snow White hair.

“Wha-no! Stay away!”

Kallamar said scared. The wild baby put his head on his chest. All of a sudden, he began to feel warm

“Coo…”

“Oh…that’s warm…thank you…baby?”

It took a long time but Kallamar was already out there for a good 8 hours at this point. Even the search party were thinking about switching to a body retrieval…but no one wanted to be that brave. the wild kid’s power was also going as well…

“What is that sound?” 

“A beast maybe? Another crown user?”

 Shamura said. Gaia and their search party were still searching for the boy when they hear a low rumble. Gaia takes off towards the sound

“Gaia!”

“Your grace!”

And they all went after her. Kallamar and the wild child were making noise so that whomever was there could hear them.

“Mama! ShaSha! I’m here!”

He said. Finally after so many hours, Gaia can fell Kallamar’s crown! She ditches her ride and dashes for the signal!

“Kally! Baby! Mama is here! Where are you?”

Kallamar had no strength left. The wild child was making noises with whatever strength he had left. Finally, she pulls the bushes away and finds them

“SHAMURA! There here! I found them!”

Gaia quickly tries to pick up the child but is stopped by the tiny crown wielder. Sure, he’s a threat, but…he saved her son.

“Okay, listen. Come with me, and you will be okay too! I won’t hurt him! I promise!”

She said. At that point the wild child fainted. His duty was done and now, he was was in the embrace of his new found family.

Gaia: I’ll spare the details, but after this, we learned that it was Narinder who left his brother out there. I was so disappointed in him. His whole staff got kicked out and replaced with more competent ones. However, this didn’t stop Narinder.

I honestly don’t know what to make of that boy. Kallamar now has Leshy and his sister has Shamura. I wish to be closer to him…but I cannot ignore the harm he did to my other children…I just wish I knew why?

Random question post to follow up the last image, forgive the misspelling and errors!

#cult of the lamb #redemption au #questions

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waywardstation · 2 years

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So I’ve seen a little bit of the Train of Thought au but could I get some kind of overview? The concept is super interesting but I’m finding it a little hard to get the whole picture :) thanks!

Thanks! I’m sure it might be a little hard to find now. I need to finish the masterpost but was unsure if there was any interest in the AU anymore because I barely got any asks about it ^^; (I’m glad there is interest again, it’s still my favorite AU that’s been developed on this blog!)

Think of it as Psychonauts x Submas haha

SO A SLIGHTLY IN-DEPTH SUMMARY:

After Akari has the lake trio follow her back to Laventon so he can study them, Uxie picks up on Ingo, who is at the battlegrounds. The legendary Pokémon realized something is not quite right with Ingo’s amnesia, and after a quick look into his mind, quickly discovers he hasn’t lost his memories, they are simply locked away, and something that shouldn’t be in his mind is trapped inside it. (Though this latter half is not known yet)

Something keeps kicking Uxie out however, and they cannot stay in long enough to fix what’s going on and unlock the memories. It’s decided that Uxie will put Akari and Irida’s consciousnesses into Ingo’s mindscape to see if they can fix the problem. The Lake Trio will connect themselves to Ingo to stabilize the connection, and a few of Ingo’s trusted friends will stay with him to make sure he is alright, and that Akari and Irida are fine as well (they will be knocked out during this time). Ingo is reluctant, but agrees; from Uxie’s limited description, it doesn’t sound too dangerous.

Being put into Ingo’s mindscape, they quickly note of how much it resembles a train station. Memories and thoughts are transferred around in traincars, and it operates much like a subway station.

…Except, barely any traincars are moving and active. Only Ingo’s hisuian memories are running on their tracks. And it’s eerily empty. Does anyone run this station?

Almost immediately, Akari and Irida are greeted by The Conductor, a mental projection of Ingo’s subconscious that protects and runs the mind station. Staticky and seemingly unfinished, he is quite a terrifying sight in clothes that look like Ingo’s, but white. He kicked Uxie out multiple times, and is now bent on kicking out Akari and Irida. He must protect what is left.

The two run before he can do that however, and delve deeper into the mindstation while trying to avoid him and figure out how to help unlock Ingo’s memories.

While in the mind station, they come to realize The Conductor is not the enemy they think he is. And likewise, the Conductor realizes they’re trying to help. Inadvertently reconnecting a few memory traincars slowly helps restore The Conductor’s staticky state little by little, and Akari starts to recognize who this is based on Ingo’s poor recollections of him.

They come to know him as Mind Guardian Emmet, or MG Emmet - the mental projection has manifested itself as the person Ingo is closest to, his own brother. It is not the real Emmet, but acts just as Ingo knows him to be, seeing as he is a manifestation of everything Ingo remembers about his brother (and also why he becomes more complete with each memory that’s restored)

Now an ally to their party, MG Emmet guides them through Ingo’s mindscape, helping them. (Along with a mental projection of Lady Sneasler from Ingo’s memories!) As they go on, they learn that MG Emmet is responsible for the state of the station, and Ingo’s amnesia. And he deeply regrets the state of things, but didn’t know what else to do.

It’s revealed when Ingo was pulled into Giratina’s rift to Hisui, the Pokémon’s energy fragmented and latched into Ingo’s mindscape - creating the Remnant, a not-quite-right resemblance of Giratina. Immediately destroying the mind station and irreparably damaging memories in an attempt to get out, MG Emmet didn’t know what else to do besides panic and disconnect every single memory in Ingo’s mind. Every traincar went inactive, now unable to be interacted with and destroyed, but locking all of Ingo’s memories away from him in the process. It created a prison of sorts for the Remnant, and it is trapped, unable to do harm as long as it is stuck within the labyrinth of inactive memory traincars.

MG Emmet knows it can’t be like this forever; it’s been incredibly taxing on him keeping the station up and running with the current memories Ingo’s been making, and keeping the Remnant at bay. It is smart, and keeps trying to trick him. This is not a permanent solution, so he is going to help Akari and Irida restore the memories in a careful way.

The more memory traincars they reconnect and restore for Ingo, the smaller Remnant’s prison will get. Remmant knows this just as much as MG Emmet does.

This is much more dangerous than Uxie made it out to be.

#train of thought au

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aajjks · 2 months

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You text Jungkook your whereabouts due to him being your bodyguard, you keep a professional relationship with him. You already are thinking that Eunchae has a better chance with him, and you are going to let her.

You are an idol and he is normal person who isn’t objectified by society. You are a product to entertain and sometimes you wished you were the normal person protecting Jungkook… he seems so golden and so sweet.

He deserves all the love in the world and you are not one to give it to him. You are in so much doubt that you don’t even know that man is insane for you that he’d kill anyone for you even change his style for your likening. You didn’t even know he had pictures of you, pictures without your consent, private pictures, your location. Again you didn’t even know that your bodyguard is a sasaeng ready to be your husband.

Jake arrives at HYBE entertainment building and gets your attention by honking the horn. You jump up and look at Jake and he asks “My lady are you alright? If not, it’s alright not to be. You can tell me anything when you are ready.” Your eyes brim with tears as you nodded as he helped you out.

Once you got in the building you are escorted into your sunbaenim’s studio. He opens the door and nods at you and you got your music and gave it to him. You got your part memorized. As he looked over it he smiles and says “It fits with the song, you are a natural. Go get ‘em.”

As you are recording you feel alive and there where several takes and once you are done recording. You two start to talk and get closer. You start actually bonding, and your bodyguard, Jake went to the bathroom.

Meanwhile Jake is in the bathroom two guards that were in charge of Min Yoongi get knocked out and get pushed into a closet and their clothes are taken. The other two “body guards” stand guard. Jake gets out the bathroom and he is about to walk back but gets stopped by these guards that he doesn’t recognized. They make it hard for him to get past them.

You wonder what was taking Jake so long, so you ask your sunbaenim if you could use the bathroom. He nodded his head as you leave. You go to use the bathroom downstairs as soon as your were done you get knocked out. The bathroom blows up and alerts everybody in the building. Jake was the first one there and he screams and alerts the ceo of the company.

They check the cameras and saw that some of them are not working. It is a terrorist attack and they took you hostage. Jake has to remain calm and he can’t call your manager or your group because all of them has to focus on the tour. He isn’t going to let no one else get kidnapped.

The news spread like wildfire and a lady in her mid 30s smirks and says “I got you now my little bunny, you won’t get my Yoongi.” It was none other a mafia boss and her name is Kim Jae-hwa.

-🐣

It’s been a few days and there’s no contact from you, and it breaks his heart because it was ever since you were just abruptly left them at the café. That day is safe to say that he’s a little heartbroken but..

You don’t even reply to his messages anymore and that’s starting to get him concerned so that’s why he decided to contact your bodyguard and..

He cannot believe that the news is true.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT SHE’S BEEN TAKING HOSTAGE?” in the CEO’s office, Jungkooks voice booms, he is not fine right now because you’ve been taking hostage and they have no idea on how to get you back

The CEO just looks at him and shame and guilt because they failed to protect you. “YOU DISMISSED ME FROM HER SERVICE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED.” He screams, his neck vein popping out, “ I AM GOING TO GET HER BACK, NO MATTER WHAT I DON’T CARE IF THEY’RE MAFIA PEOPLE.” he glares at all of the people present in the room.

Jungkook is freaking out right now. Are you even fine or alive? What if they have killed you? No no no that cannot happen. He won’t be able to live with himself.

And just like that after he starts screaming at the staff, he walks out and he is now thinking of a plan to get you back.

He will get you back at any cost

#🐣 anon

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lulubelle814 · 3 months

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 29

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On Sunday, the charity gala details had reached Louisa. “It sounds incredible!”

Cora was just as excited. “I wonder if anyone can go? Does it say how much tickets are?”

She looked at the news article and did some googling before coming up defeated. “It’s by invitation only.” They groaned collectively. Rather than sit about and sulk, they decided to host their own Labyrinth night that evening and would invite Chad and Brad. Louisa would bake a few things. Chad and Brad said they’d come and bring the food, and Cora would bring the drinks. The movie part was set to start at 6 that evening.

Louisa decided to make a couple different things: lemon bars and millionaire bars. Getting an early start, they were done by 3 pm. As she was putting them in containers, she had an idea.

Louisa: Hey Bruno! How’s your day going?

Bruno: It’s going well, Ms. Louisa. How are you?

Louisa: It’s going well! I just made a few things and was wondering if you could take a container of them to Loki?

Bruno: I can come by in about an hour.

Louisa: You are the best! And I will have your payment as well: your own container of treats.

Bruno: Ms. Louisa, you spoil me.

She spent the next 20 minutes or so figuring out the best way to package them so they wouldn’t end up smashing into each other during their transit. Eventually, she decided to use a larger container and place wax paper between each treat. She still had some spritz left (and they were still soft and tasty) and included a few of those.

When Bruno came knocking, she was ready for him and gave him a bright smile. “I have one for you, and one for Loki.”

Bruno was always happy to help her. Even with everything that’s happened since he met her, she was still a sweet lady which he found was a rare find these days, and he wanted to help protect her from those who’d try to change that.

“You are too kind, Ms. Louisa.” He opened his container to find not 1 but 3 different treats. He pulled out one of the biscuits as it’d be the least messy and took a bite, humming with delight. “You’ve outdone yourself!”

“I’m glad you like them!”

“I have some free time. So I’ll take these over to him now. You two are lucky I like you. Otherwise, I’d just keep this second container for myself.” They laughed together. “I had a similar issue with my friend Chad last night. I texted his hubs about the treats he was bringing home to make sure they actually made it home.”

“I can’t say I blame the guy. You are an incredible baker. You should think about finding somewhere to sell these, like a farmer’s market or something.”

She laughed. “You’re too kind, but no one would want to buy this. Plus, it’s just something I do for fun. I start back to my job soon, and this has been a great stress relief.”

“If you ever decide to, consider me your first customer.” He smiled at her.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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It was almost an hour later (thanks to awful traffic) when he arrived at James’ door where he was already expected but had let him know he’d be a bit delayed. When James welcomed him in, Bruno handed him the container of treats. “Compliments of Ms. Sigyn, sir.”

James took the proffered container and opened it, smelling the delicious treats. He instantly recognized the biscuits as the same ones she’d sent him a picture of a couple days ago. Not wasting a moment, he picked one up and took a bite. His eyes went big as he tasted them, quickly eating the rest of it.

“I told her she should consider selling her baked goods, but she doesn’t think anyone would buy them. You and I both know she’d be a big hit.”

James couldn’t agree more. Before he could say anything, Bruno spoke up again. “She did mention something in passing that I thought you’d like to know.”

“Oh?” He was curious.

“That man she went to the movie with? Chad?”

“Yes? What about him?” He was hoping for some good news when it came to that man.

“You’ll be delighted to know that he’s married.” He could see the smile appearing on James’ face but then dropped.

“If he’s married, why is he going out with her to a movie?”

Bruno grinned. “She told me that she gave Chad some treats to take home…….to his husband.”

James laughed, obvious relief spreading through him. Bruno was glad he could cheer him up. “You said you had an errand you’d like me to run? I’m assuming it has to do with Ms. Sigyn.”

James thought for a moment, lost in the flood of relief. “Oh yes!” He ran to his office and came back with an elegant envelope. “Would you mind, terribly, taking this to her?”

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Back at her place, Louisa changed into clean comfy clothes as her previous clothes were covered in sugar and flour. She made a mental note to get an apron.

Everyone started arriving early around 5:30, and of course, Cora brought up the upcoming gala. The guys were stunned and asked about tickets but quickly became jealous when Cora and Louisa told them it was a charity event by invite only. “Who do we have to bribe to get an invite?” They laughed knowing they’d never get to go.

Louisa queued the movie while the others brought the food and drinks to the living room, placing them on the table. As expected, everyone sang along with the songs throughout the movie; however, when it came to the ballroom sequence dream, they all watched in awe.

“I wish I could go to a ball like that,” Louisa said. “It’s been a dream of mine since I was little.”

At the very moment when Jareth starts to dance with Sarah, there was a knock at the door. Looking at each other, no one had any idea who it could be.

Cora suggested it was probably someone going door to door selling magazines or something like that, but Louisa was curious enough to go check. Looking through the peephole, she was surprised to see Bruno was back and opened the door. “Is everything ok?”

Bruno smiled and held out the envelope. “For you from Mr. Loki.” She was confused as she took the envelope. Bruno bid his farewells and left.

“Who was that, sweetie?” Brad was nosey. Cora filled him in on the details about Bruno being a go-between for her and Loki. Louisa made her way back to the couch, staring at the invitation.

“Are you going to open that? Or do you have x-ray vision and are reading it through the envelope?” Chad smacked Brad on the arm. “What? If she’s not going to open it, I will.” He made the motion to swipe the envelope from her but stopped when she flipped it over, starting to open it.

Pulling out the elegant paper, she read it and was stunned to silence. Cora looked over her shoulder trying to see what it was. Since neither spoke, Brad snatched it, and the envelope, away to take a look before Chad could stop him (not that Chad would have because he was dying to know what was in the envelope as well).

“You are hereby invited to the Labyrinth themed Charity Ball.” The invitation included the time, date, and location. “Honey, I don’t care what plans you might have for that night, but consider them canceled! You have to go!”

Chad took the invitation to look at it, but Brad held it away. The only thing he got in the attempt was the envelope. It didn’t take him long to notice there was still something in there. Opening the envelope back up, he saw there was a folded note. Taking it out, he unfolded it and read aloud.

Dear Sigyn,

I hope you will do me the honor of joining me at the ball? I know our arrangement was set for anonymity, but I would very much like to meet you if you are comfortable doing so. I will not be offended if you say no. You are welcome to use the invitation either way.

While the theme is Labyrinth (which I know is your favorite movie), it is also a masquerade ball. So there will be no need to worry about revealing yourself should you not wish to.

I hope you choose to attend. I believe it will be a magical night for everyone attending.

Regards,

Loki

Cora grinned, secretly knowing that Loki was planning something like this, but she didn’t know the extent of it.

Louisa was even more stunned, if that was possible, and Cora could see she was becoming overwhelmed. “It’s okay if you’re not ready to meet him. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“But she……” Cora glared at Chad which shut him right up.

“And you don’t have to decide it right now. It’s not happening for a month. If you decide to go, we’ll help you look for a dress. If you don’t want to go, we’ll all forget about it.”

Louisa looked at Cora, grateful for her best friend. At this moment, she had no idea where she’d be without her. Deep down, she knew she wanted to go. Amidst their texts, she felt a bond with this man and was curious as to his identity but wanted to respect his wishes. Now that he revealed he wanted to meet her, too?

“I don’t know, Cor. What if he finds me disappointing?”

Cora wrapped her arm around her friend. “I think the question should be will you find him disappointing. You are an amazing woman. Any man would be lucky to know you.” Brad and Chad wholeheartedly agreed. They all thought she should go, but no one wanted to pressure her into doing something if she didn’t want to do it.

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ROSE — chapter 03: Awks green rooms…

“so are we all wearing black?” joonie asked, adjusting her dress in y/n’s dressing room mirror.

“yup.” y/n turned and smiled.

“you look beautiful. but shouldn’t you be wearing a different color? this is your event y/nnie, shouldnt you be standing out?” joonie ran her hands along the smooth fabric of y/n’s dress.

“I have a plan.” y/n winked and brushed joonie’s loose strands of hair away from her face. “are you almost ready?”

joonie nodded and the pair linked arms, walking out of y/n’s dressing room to meet with the producers.

“I don’t think I know how to tie a tie actually…” jake laughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed.

“let me do it for you, sir.” the stylist quickly made his way over to jake to assist him.

on the other side of the room, heeseung stood facing the mirror, fixing his hair over and over again.

“it looks the same.” jake whispered.

heeseung spun around in an instant, placing his hands on his hips.

“only joking!” jake lifted his hands in the air in defense.

heeseung spun around again, fixing his hair in the full length mirror for the final time.

“where do you think the other guys are?” jake asked, thanking the stylist as he left the lee-sim dressing room.

“probably in rooms just like this one. do you think they’re alone?” heeseung questioned, now joining jake on the couch.

“who knows. maybe they know each other as well?”

heeseung shrugged his shoulders and the two returned to a comfortable silence, waiting until someone in charge would enter their room giving directions.

“you five will be entering the carpet area first, as a pair and a trio. you can decide the order amongst yourselves. then once you reach the carpet, the princess will go forward on her own to get her solo images and the rest of you will follow. then once you’re finished you will return to your dressing rooms and the suitors will walk the carpet. there is a tv in each room so you can all watch live. sound good?” the producer thoroughly explained the process, clipboard in hand as the girls huddled around him.

the group nodded and the producer smiled.

“alright you guys can just relax here and I’ll give you the cue when we go on air. good luck ladies!” he then bowed and was gone in an instant.

“he’s nice.” youngeun noted, following the man with her eyes as he exited the premises.

y/n nodded, also watching the producer leave.

“so what order should we go in?” isa asked.

joonie suddenly clung to y/n’s side.

“alright then I guess that leaves us three together” sakura announced, laughing as she linked her arms with isa and youngeun.

y/n laughed as well, patting joonie’s head.

“mate. bruv. lad. cheers! innit.” beomgyu paced the floors repeating different british slang.

“beomgyu, when I say this I’m coming to you as a friend. please. shut the fuck up.” taehyun whisper-yelled from the couch.

“I second that.” hueningkai added, fixing the cuffs on his suit.

“how is it that we all wound up being picked. this isn’t a prank right? what if we’re gonna get kidnapped… see this is why I need to be british. that way y/n will know I’m nothing more than a small innocent boy who is in need of protection. therefore, she will save me and leave you all to suffer within the walls of this place.” beomgyu continued to pace the floors.

“I hope she eliminates you first.” hueningkai muttered.

“same.” taehyun added.

“ok well jokes on you two when she picks me and you have to watch our wedding from your couch!” beomgyu began practicing his red carpet poses in the mirror as he spoke.

hueningkai and taehyun exchanged glances, both communicating something along the lines of “that would never happen.”

“niki can you take my picture- this photo is going to be so good at parties after y/n and I are married.” sunghoon insisted as he adjusted his hair.

“absolutely not.” niki scoffed. “this is every man for himself! plus if you wanted photos maybe you shouldn’t have been such assholes at the shoot last week.”

“ok well that was sunghoon and not me so- how about my photo instead?” sunoo batted his eyelashes, his face resting in the palms of his hands.

niki just rolled his eyes and retied his shoes for the fourth time that hour. it kept him calm for about five minutes, then he’d unite and tie his shoes again.

“you’ll just have to settle for the red carpet photos I’m afraid.” niki shrugged his shoulders.

“what if I were to show y/n your yearbook photo from junior year. like what would you do in that entirely most definitely hypothetical situation?” yeonjun proposed.

“YOU WOULDNT.” soobin nearly launched into the air.

“you’d be surprised.” yeonjun declared, a mischievous grin on his face.

“then I’ll just tell her all about your great triumphs at rugby! like the time where it was raining and you slipped and fell on your face so hard you had to be dragged off the pitch in tears.” soobin retorted, giggling.

“WELL THERE WAS NO WAY NOT TO SLIP IN THAT LEVEL OF RAIN. i for one think she’d find it cute!”

soobin let out a stifled laugh.

“let me fix your tie, it’s all kinds of wrong.”

yeonjun laughed as soobin leaned forward to fix it.

the two then patted each other on the back, a way of wishing good luck.

“jay you can’t possibly be mad at me.” jungwon leaned over the back of the couch.

“you’re right. why would I be mad that my best friend secretly went after my crush of fourteen years and is now about to steal her from me right in front of my eyes!” jay threw his phone aside, almost yelling at jungwon.

“I really thought our friendship meant more than a girl.” jungwon whispered, now sat next to jay on the leather couch.

“it does. which is why I’m so pissed. i thought you respected me enough to not potentially sabotage my one chance with the girl of my dreams. guess I was wrong.” jay lowered his voice, clearly more hurt than he was angry.

jungwon just sat and stared at jay, unsure of what to do as jay refused to make eye contact.

suddenly the door opened, revealing a man in a headset holding a clipboard. the two perked their heads up towards the door in sync.

“we’re ready for you guys!” the man announced, grinning.

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author’s note: are we ready for the red carpet ladies and gentlemen🤭 joonie and y/n are so cute☹️what are our thoughts on jay and jungwons drama.. is jay being dramatic or is jungwon a bit of a snake guys.. it’s truly a bit of both! also I wonder what y/n’s plan is hmmmm🤔 I guess we must wait and see! also sorry for taking so long !! was waiting for my best friend/editor to review it 👍

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

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