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ski cabin (damon salvatore x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 10 of ficmas!

warnings: damon, smut (i censor it so you can skip!): fingering, blood-sharing, unprotected vamp sex

a/n: i tried writing smut. might be a failure. might not. i have no clue. i just work here. also i wrote this while watching the matrix and eating homemade nachos

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Once upon a time, your life resembled a sense of normalcy. And then you met the Salvatores. Vampire brothers who seemed to attract trouble no matter where they went, and somehow, they had clung themselves to your life. You would love to blame Elena for this. Still, truthfully, you also had a fascination with their propensity for idiocracy and probably landed in this situation alone. The situation? Being a target for whatever big bad it was this week.

It was decided that people should split up to minimize their chances of being caught. Unfortunately, you ended up with Damon Salvatore. Damon was the oldest of the Salvatore brothers and the most annoying. He was morally grey, somewhat self-serving, and handsome in a way that should be illegal. Sometimes, you thought he might be fond of you, but then he'd say something sarcastic and mean, and you'd remember why you loathed being around him. Since everyone split up, you and Damon opted to go to one of the nearby mountains, ending up at some ski lodge that some families would use more for vacation than for hiding. It was snowy, and the ice bit your cheeks as the wind tried to push you back aggressively. You sighed in relief when you finally got to the resort lodge and could breathe warm air. Annoyingly, Damon was barely frazzled.

"We should ski," Damon said to you. You brushed your fingers through your hair, trying to get snow out as you glared at him.

"I don't ski."

"Quitters talk," Damon sighed, taking in his surroundings. "Besides, what else is there to do? Besides each other." He whispered that last part to you, that stupid half-smirk on his face. You slapped him in the arm. He was a compulsive flirt at the worst of times. He also loved to ignore you when you expressed disagreement with what he said. So, he rented skis (he had no money, so you guessed compulsion) and forced you to suit up. You tried biting him when he attempted to help you, but you think that only added fuel to his fire. Waddling outside was even worse, as you relied on him most of the time. Looking at the snow-capped hills made fear grip your heart. You wished that the enemy would just kill you already. "Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"

"I don't like this."

"It's fun. We could be brooding in a cabin like my brother, but instead, we're in the great outdoors," Damon laughed. You tried shifting on your skis but felt your knees lock up. "Seriously, what's your problem?"

"I like having control over whether my body is going to eat shit or not."

"You and your control," Damon grumbled. "Y/N, learn to live a little." Shockingly, Damon was weirdly patient with you as he showed you the basics of skiing. He even helped you down the bunny slopes with minimal teasing. He taught you how to pizza, and when you felt yourself start to slip, he'd grab you and hold you upright. It was one of the few times where you weren't sniping at each other the whole time and instead actually having fun. Your body was exhausted when you returned to the lodge, and you were thankful to take off all the warm and heavy gear. Unsurprisingly, Damon immediately got himself a glass of bourbon. You got a hot chocolate and enjoyed picking the whipped cream off with your finger and licking it off. While you enjoyed your dessert, Damon went to find an available room in the lodge. He came back a few minutes later with a devilish smirk on his face.

"I don't like that look," you mumbled, sipping more hot cocoa.

"Guess what, princess? The only room left is a single bed," Damon fell next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you against your protests. "Guess we'll be sleeping together after all."

"You're ruining my quality hot cocoa time," you hissed, pulling away from his arm. He just laughed, as he never took your threats that seriously. Why should he? You were human. He was a vampire. It was an unfair fight.

You hadn't packed much when you ran, so you just tossed your backpack in the corner of your room when you got there. It was a queen-sized bed, at least, with an ensuite bathroom and winter cabin appeal. There wasn't a couch, just a scratchy-looking chair. You could sleep on the floor.

"You're not sleeping on the floor," Damon said behind you, almost scaring you half to death.

"I didn't say anything."

"I can hear you thinking," Damon muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at his proximity. He went to the lounge on the bed, laying back against the pillows, every bit emulating Adonis with how he wrapped his arms around the back as his face caught the light streaming through the window. Sometimes, you wondered whether Damon's favorite form of torture was just being the object of desire that was unattainable. Yes, he drove you up a wall, but you weren't stupid. He could be loyal when he wanted, and his body alone was sculpted by some vain artist who wished to achieve perfection. You could see his arm muscles, the sunlight dancing across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his lips. His eyes were the color of the sky reflected on the snow, a dangerous blue. Like a wolf just waiting for its prey to slow enough to make its bite. "Admiring the view?" he purred, turning to look at you.

"Admiring a view, not necessarily you." You stepped closer into the room, removing the scarf and jacket around your neck. You kicked off your boots, leaving you in just your sweater and jeans. You pretended not to notice him watching your movements. There was a desk against the wall; you sat at the chair and faced Damon, curling your legs up under you.

"You're scared of me," Damon said, turning back to face the window.

"Am not," you huffed.

"You think I'm gonna bite you?"

"Yes," you answer plainly. Frankly, you had yet to learn where you stood with Damon. Sometimes, he treated you like garbage; other times, you thought he would give up everything to protect you.

"Come here," Damon sat up, moving to the end of the bed. You look at him with confusion. He huffs in frustration, grabbing you and pulling you onto the bed with him. You fall against the pillows with a yelp, glaring at the vampire as he sits back next to you. "I would never hurt you."

"You're not always the nicest," you mumble. "Sometimes I can't tell."

"Y/N, look at me," Damon grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. "I'm damaged goods, but don't think that I would agree to hide out here with you if I didn't care. I do care. A lot." He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentler than expected. "The best thing about returning to Mystic Falls was meeting you."

Damon was never a subtle person, and he doesn't try to be one now as he leans down and kisses you. His hand cups your face, tilting your head back so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a sigh of contentment, which just fuels him further. He tasted like bourbon, and you found you enjoyed it.

*smut!!! proceed only if you want to*

Your hand found its way to his hip, fisting the fabric as he moved to be above you. He was assertive but not rough, and it was something you appreciated. His hand dipped under your sweater, feeling its way to your waist and under your breasts. You let out a gasp as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving nips and kisses and, most likely, many marks. Your hand flew up to his hair, gripping the raven locks and causing him to growl.

"You drive me crazy," he mumbled, helping you pull your sweater over your head. He kissed you again, his hand running over the smooth skin of your stomach. He pulled away when you shrank back, hesitant. "You're beautiful, don't worry." He dropped down, kissing over the expanse of your belly, helping you feel more comfortable. He kissed his way up to your bra, for once looking unsure. You gave him a smile as you sat up, reaching behind to unhook your bra and toss it aside. Damon wasted no time planting kisses and licks over, under, and in between your breasts. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but Damon was just encouraged. He came back up to your lips, his fingers still playing with your nipples.

"I see you like my mouth now," Damon whispered.

"I hate you," you kissed his jaw, leaving bites down his neck. It was your turn to smirk when he became the one making noises. Your hands ran under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his shoulders. He sat back to remove it, and you spent a second admiring his figure. The both of you feeling impatient, you pulled off both your pants, so you were left in your underwear. Damon flicked the waistband of your grey panties with a bow in the middle.

"Cute."

"Do you always talk this much?"

"Only to girls I like."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy as his hands ran up your thighs. You pulled him down for a scorching kiss, already addicted to his lips on your own. One of his hands ran between your thighs, lightly touching your clothed center. You hissed into his mouth, and he only smirked.

"Can I remove these?" Damon asked, looking at you. You nodded, shirking them so you were completely bare. You felt so vulnerable and yet comfortable in his presence. You sighed in pleasure when his finger found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make you crazy. When he entered you with his fingers, his thumb replacing the gentle motions on your clit, you let out a moan that was almost pornographic. You buried your head in his neck as he pumped his fingers in and out. If his touch was this heavenly, you weren't sure you were capable of learning what else he could do. You moved your hand to his briefs, but he nipped your jaw as a warning. "No touching." He removed his hand, leaving you feeling empty and disappointed. You were about to deliver a sarcastic retort. Still, it died on your tongue as he removed the last piece of clothing, and you were faced with his better-than-average member. Damon grabbed your calves, pulling you farther down the bed and situating himself between your thighs. He kissed you hard, lining himself up before pushing in slowly. The stretch was a lot, but the pleasure overrode it as you felt your head drop back in a moan.

"Fuck," you swore, wrapping yourself around him as he started to move. He fit you in a way you hadn't experienced before, and you weren't sure who you'd become when he left you empty.

"I should've done this sooner," Damon groaned, kissing your neck and shoulder. He let out a hiss of pleasure when your nails scraped across his shoulder blades. He pulled out, sitting back against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap. He helped you sit back down on him before you had time to complain about the temporary emptiness. His hands grabbed your thighs, helping you bounce on him. Both of you moaned, and your head fell back as you fell into a rhythm.

"The sight of you coming apart on my cock, tits bouncing, is the best thing I've seen in my life," Damon smirked, leaning forward and attaching himself to one of your tits. You had no clever retort, nothing to match the sense of euphoria you were experiencing. You noticed the veins under Damon's eyes and used your thumb to brush them gently.

"You can bite," you whisper, eyes widening at the dark overtaking his eyes, but you aren't scared. He didn't go for your neck like you thought; no, he sunk his fangs into the top of your tits. One of his hands gripped your hip, the other reaching between your legs to circle your clit. It was so much pain and pleasure at once that you raced towards a finish you had been nearing for a while. You came with a shout, head falling onto Damon's neck. He came after you, fangs detaching and a growl leaving his lips.

*end of smut*

You separated, falling to rest next to Damon. He pulled you into his side, biting his wrist and touching your lips. You accepted the blood hesitantly, letting it coat your throat before pulling away. He kissed the top of your head, one of the most domestic things you had ever experienced.

"Damon," you whispered, tracing his chest with your fingertip. He looked at you in question. "I would be open to being yours." You see a boyish smile on his face, something that makes him look the age he was turned and not the age he is now.

"I think that can be arranged," he said, kissing you again.

The next day, he took you skiing again, but you kissed at the bottom of the slope this time.

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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to dance with you | Astarion

[ fluff, heavy angst, bad end, character death, trauma, nb!reader ]

[Before the events of bg3, Reader is one of Astarion's victims ]

I am very sorry.

There was no taste to numbness, no colour, shape, or smell.

Just an absence, an emptiness.

You couldn't escape it, no matter how much you tried. Much like total darkness, the abyss waited for you back home at the end of the day.

And while you knew it was hopeless to attempt to rationalise your way out of it, to cling to some justifications that explain that lack of warmth in your life, that just maybe it somehow made you superior to endure, you knew deep down it was a waste of time.

There's no dignity in suffering. There's no prize for enduring agony.

Your drink was getting cold.

Lifting the cup to the edge of your lips, you swallowed down what you could of the lukewarm liquid. Barely registering the taste of it.

You're spiralling again. You always did around this time of year.

People say one must imagine sisyphus happy, and yet you've dragged your own corpse up this hill too many times to count. Clawed your way out of rot and into a resemblance of a functional adult.

Staring out the cafe window into the snow-covered city, you finished the rest of your now cold drink. It was barely night, and yet the sun has already said its goodnights.

The streets will fill out soon. The buzzing of the nightlife was just on the horizon.

You found it ironic in a way, for how much Lathander's followers loved to proclaim the sun as the symbol of absolute goodness, then how come people only felt like being their true selves at night.

It felt like a curtain being drawn at the end of the show, when the angels slept and the pressure to perform melted away.

You should take your leave soon.

Your eyes shifted to stare into the bottom of your empty cup, traces of the remains of your drink have dried up in various shapes.

"Good evening" a voice called out to you, someone standing in front of your table, next to the empty chair.

Looking up, you were met with ruby eyes. Silvery hair and curling around pointy ears, framing the pale face and.

"Would it be alright if I joined you, my dear?" The elf continued, voice gentle as if coaxing a rabbit out of its nest.

You don't know why, but at that moment you nodded.

He sat down on the opposite chair.

You weren't superficial. At least you didn't think so. People couldn't control their appearance, so what right do you have to judge them based on it?

Yet when you took in the man in front of you. His half lidded eyes made you the sole point of his focus, the subtle smile to his lips. You would've been blind to pretend that it didn't affect you in some way.

"Do you mind if I buy you a drink? Something to warm you up, maybe?" Clear concern in his voice, "it tends to get very cold quickly at night, and we don't want someone as lovely as you getting sick now, do we?"

He was…worried about your health? A stranger you've never met before?

You shook your head. "No, it's alright." He was probably just trying to be nice, "I wasn't aware I looked miserable enough to worry a stranger, I was just about to leave anyway."

His eyes widened, his smile dropping. "No wait…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend" he cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed by the misunderstanding he caused, "But where are my manners? You may call me Astarion."

You stared at the hand that he extended to you, he didn't seem phased by your hesitation to shake it. In fact, he patiently waited for you.

Not wanting to make this more awkward than it already is, you took his hand. He smiled again.

You told him your own name, and he said it suited you. His cold hands let go of yours after running his thumb across your hand.

"Please excuse my previous…failed attempt. I'm not used to approaching people." His eyes looked to the side, probably to mask his nervousness, you thought.

He seemed so bold and confident moments ago, yet the second you mentioned leaving, he immediately switched.

Huh, people really aren't what they seem like, you thought to yourself. Who knew behind his confident facade was just someone like you.

"It's alright, I'm sorry for my rushed assumptions." You felt bad. This person was just trying to be nice, and you were rude to him for no reason but your own paranoia.

"I noticed you since you walked in," he admitted, "you looked…simply breathtaking." His eyes drank you up, taking in every detail of your form.

You've barely noticed him. You've barely noticed anyone in the cafe. You were too occupied wallowing in your own misery to give the outside world more than a passing glance.

"I'm flattered, really." You admitted, "but I'm not sure if I will live up to your expectations…" as shameful as it was to admit, you thought it was better to warn him early on than to pretend to be someone you're not.

Astarion's hand reached over the table, holding your own in a loose reassuring grip. Giving you enough space to pull back if you wanted to.

"Oh no, trust me." He gave your hand a comforting squeeze, "you're simply perfect." His voice dripped with honey, warm and sweet sliding down your throat.

You held his hand back.

"Then let me make it up to you, how about I buy you a drink? To warm you up." There was a playful edge to your voice as you repeated his words, "well by how cold your hand is, you probably really need this drink."

Amusement filled his face as he chuckled. "You clever little thing." Your eyes followed his tongue as he licked his lips, "I'm starting to like you already."

After a couple of drinks and some time, the two of you ended up leaving the establishment together. Light conversation flowed seamlessly and weaved into one another between you both.

To say he was easy to talk to would've been an underestimation. You felt like you're hanging out with a lifelong friend instead of a stranger you've met a couple of hours ago.

You really didn't pay much attention to time flying by, not when the night sky looked so mesmerising above you. Not when Astarion sat next to you on the garden bench.

And while your conversations didn't stay light for long, he didn't seem like he minded as he leant you his shoulder to lean on while you expressed your worries.

"I think you should tell them. They're your parents, after all." His arm kept you close to his body, "Isn't it their job to help you during rough times and all of that?"

"I don't know, I'm supposed to be an adult." You hid half your face in his shoulder, "I much rather suck it up until I find a new job, and then maybe I'll tell them."

Easier said than done. It's been a week since you've handed in your applications, and yet not a single letter was sent back to you.

"I just don't want to be a burden," you continued "sometimes I wish I didn't worry them so much. Maybe they'll do better without me holding them back."

Astarion didn't reply. His hold tightened around you.

"Sometimes…I wish I could just disappear." You buried your face in his neck, taking in his scent and closing your eyes.

Again, no reply, only the sound of the night breeze rustling the nearby bushes. The moon looming over the both of you and showering you in her light.

A waning moon.

"I ruined the mood, didn't i?" You let out a bitter laugh as you pulled away from him, "I'm sorry."

There was a somber expression on his face, his usually sharp eyes appearing soft and round.

"No, not at all." He said, "I was just thinking about your words. Wishing to disappear."

With a heavy sigh, he turned to you. "I could preach to you all night about how valuable a single mortal life is like they do all morning at those temples, but we both know that's bullshit." His voice sounded more natural, vastly different from the smooth sultry tone he had before. "Life will still move on, with or without that person."

You snorted, "What, not a fan of the church and gods?"

"More like they're not fans of mine. But I suppose we can't all have taste." Getting up from the bench, the moonlight illuminated the edges of his hair like a halo, completely facing you.

"I suppose they're missing out." Walking by his side, the two of you strolled through the garden at a slow pace. Hands occasionally brushing against each other.

"Definitely, who wouldn't want this face on their side. I'd probably get them more visitors than their clerics ever could." Leaning closer, Astarion stopped in his tracks as his hand held your face.

"Actually, something tells me you'd do very well at that job, helping others." You leaned into his hand, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

With a sarcastic laugh, he said "Please, me?"

"Yes, you." When you opened your eyes, you were met with his intense gaze, "you're really good at making people feel at ease, letting them speak their worries. Like you did to me."

"Darling, I did no such thing." He lowered his eyes to your lips, licking his own. Maybe he was using this as an excuse to avoid your gaze.

You gently lifted his chin to look at you again, "Sometimes the best way to help someone is to listen to them, truly listen."

His lips pressed into a thin line.

"I have been cold and rude to you, and yet you've treated me with warmth…that's a gift, you know. I won't ever forget it." Your own hands cupped his face, contrasting against his pale cold skin. "So yes, if you ever consider being a cleric or something one day, you'll definitely have my recommendation."

Closing the distance between the two of you, your lips gently pressed against his forehead. Wishing his safety and well being with a quick peck as you pulled away.

His own hands left you long ago, laying abandoned on his sides. His fingers twitched.

Taking a deep breath, you saw his usual easy going smile come back. You felt at ease again as he returned to what you knew as his normal self. "I can think of a way or two you could repay me then, something we would both enjoy greatly." he said.

You felt a subtle touch against your hips, his hands asking permission to hold you.

It was getting really late, you realised. Your dogs must be worried sick back home. Their anxious figures waiting in front of the doorstep, you remember kissing them goodbye before you left.

...

It will be alright, it's just one night. You always left them more food than normal just in case, so they'll be safe and happily fed until your arrival.

Maybe you can even introduce Astarion to them tomorrow. You have a feeling they'll absolutely love licking his face until his hair is a mess.

"Yeah." You pushed his hands to fully grip your hips, his smile grew. "That sounds good to me."

The time spent during the walk to his home flew by. He was very good at making you lose yourself in the moment.

Stepping inside, he kept a tight hold on you as he led you through the corridors.

Huge oil paintings adorned the crimson walls, a red carpet to match. You immediately noticed the lack of windows, and whatever ones you could spot had a thick layer of black curtains drawn closely shut over them.

He ignored any servants you passed by, and likewise, they seemed to pretend you didn't exist either, as if you were invisible like a ghost.

Astarion's demeanour shifted the second you stepped foot inside the palace, and his replies reduced to one word or less whenever you tried to start a conversation.

You had a sinking feeling in the pits of your stomach, gnawing at your flesh and slowing down your steps.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him after he led you into a bedroom at the end of the hall. "You don't seem well."

His back was turned to you.

You took a step forward, placing a hand on his back. "Astarion?"

He flinched away from your hand the second you touched him, as if you burned the flesh on his back. A low hiss of pain escaped his lips.

Turning to face you after a few seconds, his expression was schooled back into the most charming smile.

"I just tend to get nervous when it comes to initiating intimacy." He told you, a nervous look in his eyes as he shifted slightly.

Oh, is that why he has been acting this way? You offered a comforting smile. "That's completely alright. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"... really? Even when you came the whole way here?" He said with a sceptical tone, "nonsense, my dear, I will get over it in time. I just…need a couple of minutes, yeah."

"I really mean it, Astarion, we don't have to do anything." You repeated yourself more firmly.

You thought your words might offer him some relief, yet the subtle frown to his lips only grew deeper.

"How about we just get comfortable on the bed and see where the night takes us?" He offered, unbuttoning the cuffs of his embroidered shirt and sitting on the lush bed.

You didn't like his total disregard for your offer. You could tell he wasn't believing you. But you didn't want to push him at the time, so you just let it go.

After making some adjustments to your clothes until you were in a comfortable state, you joined him on the bed. He immediately turned to face you. His body was so close to yours.

"Now…" he whispered so close to your ear. "Just how much I wanted to make you mine since the moment I saw you."

One thing led to another, a teasing touch there, a promising squeeze here, and the taste of his lips against yours.

He just knew how to take your breath away, how to get you to melt into the kiss. Wanting more, chasing after his tongue for another taste.

His hand going down your body, feeling your throat, your chest, your waist, and then your thighs. Heat collected between your legs. You could feel your body respond back to his expert touches, completely ignoring your brain and forming a mind of its own as it grinded against his hands.

Pleasure was overwhelming you. It was both too much and not enough at the same time. It was addicting and consuming.

Was he enjoying it, too? Did seeing you this needy and responsive to his touches make him burn with lust and desire for you?

You tried breaking the kiss to get a good look at him, but he wouldn't relent. Wouldn't give you a chance to even think about anything else but your own pleasure.

When you finally managed to pull away from his lips, you couldn't get more than a glance at his expression before he immediately went for your neck. Sucking and marking the flesh with vigour, teeth sending shivers down your spine.

You didn't realise how sharp his teeth were until you felt them graze your neck. They were almost alarmingly sharp, one wrong move, and they'd glide easily into your flesh.

"Astarion…" you called out to him. His lips left your neck and took it as an invitation to kiss you again, stealing your breath away. "Astarion no wait- " you mumbled between each kiss.

That got him to stop, his hands pulling away from your body.

"Yes my love?" He breathed against your lips.

Your eyes met his, you took in his dishevelled appearance, the flush to his cheeks and his wet glistening lips. His eyes looked like they held desire in them, inviting and tantalising.

But the more you stared into them, the less they seemed to look at you and instead look through you. Deep inside his eyes, he was a thousand miles away.

You couldn't even see a hint of desire in them if you took away the facade.

"I don't want this." You whispered.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No…I just don't want this."

He got off of you, giving you your space back.

Neither of you mentioned it, instead each of you stuck to their own side of the bed.

It was clear he didn't know how to proceed forward, a crease to his eyebrows while in deep thoughts, as you assumed.

The silence was uncomfortable, unbearable even. Your mind wandered back to your home, your comfortable safe haven.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, you said, "one time, Luna cost me over 5000 golds."

Seemingly coming back to reality, it took Astarion some seconds to fully register your words, "Luna?"

"My dog," you said, "the sweetest shepherd you'll ever meet. I came home from work late one time and she wagged her tail so fast that she fractured it."

"She sounds charming." Astarion let out a soft laugh, "although, why Luna?"

"She's black and white, you know like the phases of the moon. I thought it was clever at the time." You admitted, "or are you more of a cat person?"

"I'm not an animal person at all, honestly."

"What, are they also not fans of you?"

That got another chuckle out of him. "They tend to be too smelly for my liking, but I'd take a cat over a horse any day."

He turned his body to face you again, you did the same.

"Really? Luna adores horses, she could teach you a thing or two."

"Are you really not only suggesting that the dog and I meet up, but that she'd also take me as her pupil?"

"I mean…well yeah, I was kinda hoping I'd take you to meet her tomorrow morning." You cleared your throat, "well that's if you want to.

His focus seemed to drift again, "...you don't happen to have cats, do you?" His tone was quieter than before, eyes not fully meeting yours.

"There's a stray that comes to visit Luna daily, he's not very friendly to other people but who knows." As corny as you thought your line sounded, you still proceeded to say it in hopes it will lift his mood up, "maybe he'll also fall victim to your charm like I did."

Instead of the reaction you expected, you were met with genuine scepticism.

"Ha" his laugh was bitter, "you don't have to spare my feelings darling, I know you don't see me that way."

You sat up on the bed.

"What do you mean?"

He looked up at you, you felt like he was attempting to make himself smaller against the pillow.

"Oh I'm not holding a grudge or anything." He claimed, "I can admit it when I'm not someone's type or whatever."

Brushing a strand of his hair behind his pointy ear, you tried to coax him to meet your eyes again. "...Astarion, I am very attracted to you.

He leaned away from your hand. "Then why did you want to stop?"

The truth burned in your throat to admit. "I just…I didn't feel like you were enjoying it. Like you wanted it."

That look, the eyes staring through you.

Astarion seemed very conflicted, about what? You weren't sure. But you wanted to comfort him, to take away his pain and carry it yourself instead.

He never denied your words.

You pulled your hand away from his hair, still not laying down beside him as you watched his body curl under the covers.

"It's alright, you don't have to explain anything." You got up from the bed, "I can leave if it's-" just as you were about to pick up your clothes, his hand immediately grabbed your wrist in a desperate grip.

"No," he said with dread in his eyes, "you can't."

It was a complete switch from his previous state, you weren't sure what to even make of it.

"I can't?"

He seemed to catch himself, letting go of your wrist.

"stay with me, at least for tonight." His eyes were pleading, "we can just hold each other, isn't that what you want?"

He sat up from the bed, gently taking your hands in his as he led you back to the comfort of the sheets.

"It's what I want." He whispered, voice so inviting and beckoning you closer, "I swear."

You weren't strong enough to resist.

Following after him, your bodies pressed together under the soft sheets. You only felt your own heartbeat in your chest as he held you close. He was cold, so you shared your own body warmth to warm him up.

The candles in the room were burning out, a calming silence fell. Lulling you to rest and let the day end.

You could only hear your own heart beating.

This was nice, it felt nice and safe so it must be.

Just as sleep was about to steal you away, Astarion's voice nudged you back awake.

"What do you like about me?" His voice was raw, sincere.

You couldn't see his face, "you, of course."

He moved against you, "obviously, now be more specific."

You tried to think about it. It felt like one of these important questions that'd shape your future relationship with him, so you tried to give it all of your thoughts.

There were so many things to love about him, but many of them were things you'd still love him without.

Yet they were still parts of him, but how many parts were actually him.

"Your nature." Was the answer you gave, still not quite satisfied with it.

"Oh shit." His serious tone didn't last long before being replaced by a playful one, "I didn't invite a druid to my bed, did i?"

You snorted, "very funny, but I meant it."

Even without seeing his face, you felt his lips curl upwards against your skin. Claiming that small victory was enough for you.

"You know" you found yourself rambling, "my day was going absolutely horrible until you showed up. I don't usually really believe in gods or miracles, but…you were the closest thing to a guardian angel I've ever had."

A yawn escaped your lips, you continued.

"I was too inside my head. I forgot that a whole world outside existed. A world with people like you." Your eyelids fluttered, sleep lurked behind them. "As shitty as life can be, somehow I believe things will be okay."

Adjusting your position so you could face him in the dark, you felt his body stiffen against yours.

"Goodnight Astarion." you gave his forehead a small kiss, wishing for his safety and well being. "Rest well."

The deep hours of the night is when the Szarr palace fell the most silent. Merely an hour or two separating them from dawn.

A warm living breathing body laid next to him, just like many others before. And Astarion embraced them just like many others before.

But the waves of emotions swirling inside him like poison were definitely new.

He didn't get a hint of rest, he couldn't. As much as he wanted to just close his eyes for the remaining hours and ignore the waking world. After all they will definitely disappear in the morning, so what's a few hours of blissful ignorance?

But he just couldn't, the thought itself threatened to turn his stomach inside out. Disgust he has never felt in years lurching at his insides.

It's their fault, it's all their fault.

They should've made it easier for him. They should've just closed their eyes, spread their legs, and ignored his existence.

They shouldn't have mentioned their stupid moon dog. They shouldn't have made him leer inside at the idea of having parents to support you yet still choosing to suffer alone.

How dare they be so cruel? How dare they kiss his forehead so tenderly.

He was choking. His throat burned so much that every breath felt like needles being dragged against the inside of his neck.

Worst of all, he could still hear their heartbeat. Did his own sound like that before? Is this what it felt like to have a speck of evidence that you're alive?

A constant reminder of your mortal life, of your endless potential, of your stupid naivety and your pointless kindness.

His whole body was shaking.

Cazador will be here soon. Just like so many times before.

He needed to act fast. He needed to do something. Otherwise, he felt like he would go crazy.

They don't deserve whatever that monster did with all the others. They don't deserve a fate that cruel, not someone like them. Please God, anyone else but them.

He prayed, holding them closely as he begged and pleaded with each one of the Gods he could recall the name of in his state of panic.

If not for his miserable life then please do something for them, they're still a mortal, they're still one of your children. Please god just save them.

Like always, no answer came.

Astarion felt hopeless, useless and small.

He stared in horror at his own hands, still in the same praying position. He truly had nothing to offer.

Nothing except a dignified death.

Death would save them from Cazador, Death would save them from torture.

Death was what he should've picked that night almost two centuries ago.

Careful not to disturb their peaceful rest, Astarion grabbed a pillow.

He took one last good look at them in the dark, he engraved their face into his memory.

He wanted to lean over and give them one last kiss. He didn't feel like he deserved to.

The pillow pressed against their face, slowly cutting off their oxygen.

Astarion held tightly. He kept his hold firm even as they struggled.

He couldn't take his eyes off of the pillow, his tears falling and staining its white cover. A drop after another.

As their struggles died down, by that time, he had gotten his side of the pillow entirely wet. He still held firm, despite his shaking fingers, despite the blood slowly joining his tears onto the pillow from how hard his teeth dug into his lips.

At these hours, the Szarr palace was the most silent. He couldn't risk making a single sound.

Only when a heartbeat ceased to exist did he let go of his grip.

He got off the bed, closed their eyes and covered their face with the sheets. He sat on the floor, head next to their cold dead feet.

Despite his clean hands, he swore he felt their blood on them, seeping into his skin and marking him forever.

Not just their blood, but the blood of every innocent miserable person he lured back into this hell.

He just wanted to save them, to save this one person. Take a life in stride and carry the guilt to the end of his days.

It was just one life, one very precious person.

Was a very precious person.

But he forgot to account for the hundreds of lives he has taken indirectly before, it was easier to forget when it wasn't his own hands stopping their heartbeat.

His whole world felt like it stopped because of one life.

As he sat there on the cold floor, naked, shaking with tears streaming down his face, he heard the very familiar tapping of a staff against the floorboards.

All of his feelings vanished in an instant, as if he was drowning in a deep volcanic abyss before getting pulled into the freezing surface.

He could not feel his fingers, numbness spread throughout his whole body.

The tapping got closer. It was heading towards him.

Cazador was heading towards him.

There were no feelings left inside him, just pure numbness.

There was no taste to numbness, no colour, shape, or smell.

Just an absence, an emptiness.

He couldn't escape it, no matter how much he tried. Much like total darkness, the abyss waited for him back home at the end of the day.

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Words: 5,818 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan Warnings: scary imagery, frightening scenarios A/N: This is part of a series! Find the rest on the Master List!

Summary: Escaping from the horde and leaving the ruins of the cabin behind, Daryl and Y/N head down the mountain and then must decide what happens next.

Previous Chapter

You cut the engine of the snowmobile and shut off the lights. The slope of the foothills behind you continued to carry you downwards toward the darker shadows looming, rising up in front of you like a tidal wave. The moon was bright enough to illuminate your way.

You were shivering, almost violently, and Daryl’s arms tightened around you. Your teeth chattered.

“What is it?” Daryl drawled over your shoulder.

“W—we’re almost there. We should f—find somewhere to leave the sled and g—go on foot. I don’t want th—the engine noise or lights to attract the dead or the l—living,” you stuttered. You both squinted ahead at the dark buildings.

“Yer frozen,” he said. The worry weighed heavily in his voice. “We gotta get ya warm and into some dry socks and shoes… Hopefully I can build ya a fire when we find a clear buildin’.”

“I’m—I’m okay,” you managed, though you weren’t sure you believed it. You felt as if you’d been in a daze since you’d woken up and seen the crowd of dead outside the cabin. You still had the fleeting thought that this wasn’t real, that this wasn’t happening, but then the bite of the cold on your cheeks and fingers would reassure you that it was. You were far past feeling anything in your toes, even the painful teeth of the frigid wind.

At last, you stopped the sled at the bottom of the hill and pulled it sideways along a row of brushy shrubs to conceal it. Daryl climbed off immediately and the dogs eagerly jumped out and began nosing around in the snow. Bear let out a few quiet whines, but they showed no sign of alert due to any nearby enemies, dead or living.

You climbed off the seat and staggered on your feet in the deep snow. Daryl’s hands seized your shoulders and steadied you. In the glow of the moon, you could see the frantic turmoil in his blue eyes. “Ya alrigh’?” he drawled softly. He was on edge. You could hear it in the flinty sharpness of his voice.

You gulped and nodded.

Your frozen fingers fumbled with your gear, pulling it clumsily from the snowmobile and shouldering it over the oversize parka you’d pulled on hastily on the mountain. Daryl popped open the storage container and began tugging more bags from inside, shifting them onto his back. Crossbow in hand, he was waiting nearby until you were ready, and then he began to lead the way to the closest building.

The night air was dampened of all sound from the blanket of snow. Somewhere among the buildings you could hear the occasional squeak of metal or bang, perhaps from some infected trapped somewhere, but the street seemed blessedly empty.

You were trying hard to control the violent shivering wracking your body, clenching your teeth and trying to focus on staying alert to the surroundings, but your feet had begun to burn again in your sodden layers. Daryl’s hand drifted along the painted cinderblock as he moved stealthily toward a heavy metal door ahead. You were at the back of some store, though you couldn’t say what it may have been a long time ago. There were no windows and Daryl heaved in a steadying breath when he finally stopped in front of the gray, metal door. He raised the butt of his crossbow and knocked it hard in the center. A hollow reverberation sounded and you could almost feel the vibration in your bones.

Both of you strained your ears in the silence. The dogs stood on either side of you, alert. You waited several long minutes, rigid with anticipation, until finally you wavered on your feet and Daryl almost dropped his bow in his anxiety to steady you again. His brow furrowed deeply. “I think it’s clear, but dun let yer guard down until we know for sure. We gotta check the whole building.” He reached out and tested the handle cautiously. It was loose. He turned it and pushed inside into the darkness, clicking on the light mounted on his bow.

You moved through the building efficiently, searching for any sign or people or infected, but the building was silent with its maze of shelves and newspapered windows. Part of the roof had collapsed at some point and pigeons took off and flew through the hole toward the inky night sky overhead. The dogs gave chase briefly but quickly returned to your sides when they realized the birds were far out of reach.

Daryl was shining his light around what must have been an employee break room at some point. “I think we’re good,” he drawled, heaving a relieved sigh. As if that was all you needed to hear to allow your body to finally give out, you collapsed in a heap on the floor. “Whoa—hey, hey!” Daryl rushed to you. Bear whimpered and licked your cheek. You were breathing hard, clearly exhausted and crashing after the highs of the adrenaline. “Hey—yer alrigh’,” he drawled, kneeling beside you and quickly dumping his gear down on the floor. He cupped your face between his hands and wiped at a spot of blood on your cheek from your fight with the walkers outside the shop. “We’re okay. S’gonna be okay…”

“I c—can’t f—feel my feet,” you said, reaching a still gloved hand toward your sodden feet. The slippers were blocks of ice and so were the socks beneath them.

Daryl’s brow furrowed. “Yeah… uhh—yeah, we need fire. We gotta get ya warm. Lemme—” he glanced back at the hole in the roof, perfect to let the smoke escape. “Okay. I’mma make a fire. Lemme gather up some shit to burn. Just—ya peel off those wet socks and stuff and move your toes and feet, see if ya can warm ‘em a bit with yer hands. If ya gotta, wrap ‘em in yer coat or put your mittens on ‘em.”

You realized for the first time that he barely had any winter gear on either. “W—what ab—bout you?”

He gave you a half-smile. “‘M okay. Haven’t ya noticed ‘m immune to the cold now? It almost had me once, but ain’t gonna happen again.”

His cheeks were red and windburned and you frowned. “It’s n—not a virus. Ya don’t g—get immunity l—like that, Daryl,” you argued. “Ya can’t just—”

He suddenly cupped your face and pressed his lips eagerly to yours. Yours were chilled and tasted slightly salty, like tears, but you kissed him back hungrily, feeling a screaming welling up inside your chest—too close, it was too close, too close, that was all too close… “I’ve got this,” he whispered to you when he pulled back, brushing some strands of your hair that were sticking to your cheeks. “Just rest here and try to unfreeze them toes.” Daryl was here. Daryl was going to make sure you were okay. The scream lessened to a dull roar. You nodded and watched him step away into the darkness to gather dried bits of cardboard and paper and broken pallet wood to build a fire. The glow of his flashlight was a warm torch in the cold darkness.

You sighed and turned your attention back to your frozen feet. Bear laid down against your side, whining slightly. Strider walked calm patrol around you, on alert and staring and sniffing into the darkness.

When you peeled (or cracked may be more accurate) the sodden socks from your feet, the skin on your feet was so white it looked completely drained of all life and you thought that the tips of your toes were slightly blue, but it was difficult to tell in the warm, yellow light of your headlamp. You did as Daryl had instructed and tried to move and wiggle them, mentally trying to summon hot blood back into them. You finally took off your mittens and pulled them on over your feet. Slowly the warmth from your hands began to penetrate the iciness of your skin.

An orange glow flickered to life in the direction Daryl had gone and you watched embers lick up toward the hole in the roof. Daryl reappeared around some shelves and paced over to you. “C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get ya warmed up.” He glanced at your feet and nodded. “Nice socks.”

“Thanks.” Your shivering and stammer was gone. Being out of the wind of the sled and at least protected from the worst of the descending cold of night seemed to allow your body to make some headway toward warmth again. “It’s a new trend I’m starting.” You noted that his hand was chilled as you accepted it and he pulled you to your feet. Daryl gathered up the gear and hauled it along to the fire. The dogs trotted beside you.

There was already a happy blaze and you sank down beside it and warmed your fingers and feet, sticking them out toward the flickering flames. It wasn’t lost on you that you’d almost died in a fire not 40 minutes ago and now the same thing was perhaps saving your toes. The cabin—gone. It was hard to believe it was gone. Gone like your mom and dad. Gone like Brian. All of your old life was now behind, smoldering on the mountain, perhaps trampled under rotting feet. But you’d made it out. No thanks to your own obstinacy, you’d made it out.

Daryl watched you silently for several long minutes, warming his own body in the glow of heat and throwing on more pallet wood to stoke the fire as needed. Finally, he broke the silence. “Ya okay?” he asked. His voice was thick, worried.

But you looked up at him, your eyes a bit teary and sad at first, and then you smiled. It was small and tired, but it was there. “Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I am. Or I will be… I’m with you. The boys are here,” you said reaching over to pet Strider’s ear. “That’s all that matters.”

He nodded, and a wave crashed over him, nearly dragging him under. He tore his eyes away from you and blinked furiously at the tears burning in them, staring instead at the movement in the coals. “I—I really thought I might lose ya,” he admitted. “That fire—it was spreadin’ so quick. And then the roof fallin’ in—”

You hastily pulled off the puffy coat you still had on and laid it down on the ground next to him before sitting on it, scooting close beside him. You leaned against his side and slipped your arm through his. “Me too,” you said. “But then—I heard your voice on the other side of that wall—and I knew you would get me out. I just knew that you’d do everything you could to get me out. You saved me. Again. I can’t ever repay you for all you’ve done.”

Daryl looked over at you in surprise. “Repay me?” His blue eyes flickered between yours again, but you were relieved to see that they were less turbulent. “Ya dun owe me a damn thing.” He leaned in toward you then and kissed your cheek, but it was soft and lingering and it warmed you even better than the fire did.

You laid down close to the fire, tucked against each other that night. Daryl’s arm looped over you protectively. You felt the crash coming hard from the waning of your adrenaline, the terror of your ordeal. “What do we do next?”

Daryl was almost afraid to ask the question, but he did. Part of him still didn’t believe that someone as good as you could come to him and then stay… “Will ya come with me? Back to Alexandria?”

You turned over beneath his arm and leaned up on your forearm, your eyes flickering between his, seeing his fear and his nervousness. “Of course, I will. And not just because of what happened tonight. I—I would have made the same decision if the cabin and everything was still there. I don’t—I don’t want to be parted from you.” You pressed your hand flush to the center of his chest when you said it and Daryl felt a surge of relief and happiness and hope and—

He smiled at you. Just a small one, but it touched the corners of his eyes. “Everybody back home is gonna love ya. Just wait. Ya got a ready-made family waitin’ for ya back there.”

“Waiting for us,” you corrected him.

He nudged his nose up in a nod, that signature Daryl move. “Right. Us. Tomorrow, we’ll see if my bike is still where I left it months ago when I rolled into town—see if it’ll still run. If it ain’t, we’ll figure somethin’ else out. A car… somethin’. Or take the sled as far as we can. And we head home.”

You nodded, thoughtfully biting your bottom lip. “It’s a long fucking way. Do you really think we can make it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know we can. The two of us together? Are ya kiddin’ me? Ain’t shit standin’ in our way.”

You let out a small laugh at that and then leaned forward and kissed him softly. His hand landed lightly on your neck. Then, exhaustion was winning and you lay down, tucked in against his chest, his arm draping over you again.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Three Months Later “Hey—hey!” Glenn shouted down to Rosita who was standing by the gate. “Did anybody go out today on a run?” he asked, glancing back up to stare down the street in the distance.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Why?” Before he could answer, she looked out through the gate and saw the approaching truck too. She hurried to climb the ladder and stood beside Glenn on the guard platform. He had dug out the binoculars and raised them to his eyes.

There was a long silence where he just seemed to be staring, fixedly, at the approaching vehicle.

“What? What is it?” Rosita urged. The truck was still too far away for her to see much with no scope to aid her.

Glenn lowered the binoculars and looked over at her, his eyes a little wide. “Go get Rick—everybody, go get everybody!” he said, almost in a daze.

“What is going on?” she urged him. That’s when his face finally cracked into a wide smile, his eyes a little teary.

“There’s a bike in the back,” he said.

She knew what that meant. “Is it—? Can you see him? Are you sure?” she asked desperately.

Glenn nodded. “Yeah. It’s him. Go get everyone! Hurry!”

In the truck, Daryl glanced over at you in the passenger seat beside him. “Are ya ready for this?” he asked.

You shook your head and shrugged. “I—I dunno. It’s a lot of people,” you laughed. “But I’m—I can’t wait to meet them. Nervous though…” you added. Bear stood, sensing the end of the journey somehow and tapping his paws excitedly on the back seat, giving a big stretch and a loud yawn and whine. Looking ahead you could see the gate, just as he’d described it, and the sign posted on the wall: Alexandria Safe Zone. Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.

Daryl’s hand landed over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “They’re gonna love ya. Ya ain’t got any reason to be nervous. I know it.”

The brakes squealed as the truck came to a stop in front of the gate. Daryl flashed the lights three times, the old signal they’d always used that the coast was clear to open it. He nudged his head toward his door and you nodded. You both climbed out, the dogs jumping out after you, climbing over the center console to get outside. As the metal gate rattled, drawn back by someone you couldn’t yet see. It rolled to the side to reveal a small crowd gathering. More people were rushing up the street to join them. You met Daryl’s eyes again as he stepped around his door and gave you a warm smile. Home. He was happy to be home. And you were with him. You’d made it.

Daryl shut his door and strode forward. You stopped by the front of the truck, hanging back a little awkwardly. “Stay, boys,” you murmured to the dogs. They heeled on either side of you, but Strider was wagging his tail and Bear was whining a little, looking ahead at all the people.

“Move! Watch out,” a voice rose from the crowd and a woman with short silver hair burst through. A huge grin spread on her face when she saw him walking toward the gate. Carol. It must be Carol. She rushed to him and threw her arms around him in a huge hug, then pulled back to clasp his face between her hands before hugging him again, a teary, broad smile on her face, her eyes squeezed shut. Daryl hugged her back, but looked up as the crowd parted and a lean man with curly hair broke through with a little girl in his arms at a light jog.

“Maggie, would you hold her?” Rick murmured, almost not believing his eyes as he glanced back up at Daryl standing there, Carol now at his side. Maggie, happy tears on her cheeks already, held Judith. Rick’s eyes flickered over to you briefly but then landed back on Daryl again. His expression was almost disbelief at first and then it melted into emotion he was trying hard to hold back. He walked right up to Daryl and gripped his shoulder hard, looking him square in the eye and nodding, gulping emotion back. “Where the hell have you been?” he drawled, his face finally breaking into a smile touched with tears, and he pulled Daryl into a hug, clasping the back of his neck. “God, it’s good to see you brother.”

You bit your bottom lip, choking back your own emotion at the reunion, and feeling like you were intruding on something. After Daryl broke from Rick, he was quickly surrounded as his family came one by one to welcome him home—Michonne clasped his face and kissed his cheek, Eric and Aaron hugged him with broad smiles and pats on the back, Glenn gave him a hasty hug, Maggie pressed her palm gently to his cheek and Daryl stroked Judith’s soft blond hair. He was chewing on his bottom lip hard, trying to stop himself from completely going to pieces. Carol and Rick never left his side, but after a few minutes the rest of the Alexandrians who weren’t part of Daryl’s core group wandered away with plenty to talk about. Who was that standing there with the two dogs? Do you think its Brian’s sister? Did he really find her? He can’t have made it all the way to Montana and back!

Finally, he was able to gather himself and looked back at you still standing by the car, running your fingers through Bear’s thick fur nervously, biting your bottom lip. He cleared his throat and caught Rick’s eyes again. “Rick—uhh, everybody… This is Y/N. She’s—she’s Brian’s twin sister. And that’s Bear and Strider,” he said, pacing over to pat the big lab on his head and tousle his ears around.

For a moment everyone just stared at you, mostly good-natured looks on their faces, sure, but also some pity and grief and curiosity and wariness mixed in. Daryl met your eyes and gave a questioning look to ask non-verbally, are you okay? You nodded and managed a tight smile to tell him you were, though your nerves were fizzing.

“Well, what the hell are we standing around out here for?” Carol said finally, grinning again. “Come inside!”

There was some laughter and they all moved back in past the gate.

“I’mma drive the truck in, alrigh’?” Daryl said to Rick, who gave you another appraising look and then nodded. “See ya at the house in a few.”

Carol came and gave his arm a gentle touch. “We missed you,” she said. “See you in a minute.” She glanced at you and gave you a tight smile which you did your best to return, though you were so overwhelmed and nervous you weren’t sure it came off.

“C’mon,” Daryl said, nudging his head back toward the truck. He whistled and opened the passenger side door for you and the dogs. They bounded right back in and you slid in past him. The door shut with a snap and you realized you’d been holding your breath.

Daryl climbed in behind the steering wheel again and started the engine. “Ya okay?” he asked, shifting into drive.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just—a bit overwhelmed is all.”

He nodded. “Well, ya’d been alone up there a long time. I know this is a lot. Ya want me to tell everybody ya just need some space for tonight?”

“What? No! No, I want to meet everyone,” you argued. “I do. I just need to remember to breathe,” you said with a laugh.

He nodded and his eyes flickered over your face. “I’ll be right by ya the whole time.”

“I know,” you nodded.

“And if ya do need a break, they’ll all understand.”

“I’m good,” you said.

It was a quick drive to park in front of the group’s two houses. Maggie and Glenn were waiting outside when you pulled up, and you saw Rick on the porch, though he stepped back inside as you all were climbing out.

“Is this the same bike?” Glenn asked Daryl, looking at the motorcycle in the bed of the truck.

“More or less,” he drawled. “Lots of parts went to shit on the road and had to be patched up or replaced, but most of it made it.”

Maggie was grinning as the dogs ran to greet her and she bent down to let them lick her face and to give them lots of scratches and pets. “They’re adorable,” she said.

“I tell them all the time,” you said.

“We always had dogs on the farm,” she said, scratching under Bear’s chin. The next moment she stood up and pulled you into a gentle hug. You expected her to break from you quickly, but she didn’t. She really hugged you for a long moment, and you hugged her back through your surprise. “I’m so glad you’re here. We all are,” she said. Her southern drawl was sweet and warm. “We—we all loved Brian so much.” Tears bit her vision as she said it.

You nodded and swallowed at the lump in your throat. “I know you did. Thank you for that. Daryl’s told me so much about all of you and—and I’m so grateful to be here.”

“Well, let’s get you and these cute dogs inside. We don’t need to stand out here all night. Come on in and have something to eat and drink,” she said.

You glanced back at Daryl where he was talking with Glenn still and he started after you and Maggie up the porch steps and into the warm light.

Everyone was crowded around in the kitchen after you and Daryl had time to clean up and get some food and water into you. Now there was wine being passed around and the atmosphere seemed suddenly charged as a natural lull fell in all the conversation. You and Daryl looked up and met each other’s eyes at the same time.

“Well?” Carol snapped suddenly. “Tell us everything!” she laughed. “You’ve kept us waiting long enough!” The tension seemed to break and many of Daryl’s family laughed.

He let out a gruff laugh too. “I think both of us are a little too tired for everythin’ tonight,” he said. “But we can give ya a few bits from the journey back.” He glanced over at you beside him and you nodded. “We hit a blizzard in Wyoming. Literally couldn’t see yer damn hand in front of yer face. Got snowed in for six days.”

“Daryl killed his first elk in Wyoming too,” you added with a proud smile.

“We were ambushed by hunters in South Dakota. Was a bit touchy and go but we got the best of ‘em,” he went on. “Most of Iowa was a wasteland. We dropped south to avoid the Chicago metro area, but we still saw some of the biggest hordes I’ve ever seen. Had a car wreck in Indiana and then got attacked by some group of assholes—” He almost reached for your hand at that moment. It had been one of the most terrifying, lowest points of the journey back. He could still see the gash you’d gotten on your head and the cut on your neck healing. “Uhh,” he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck instead of reaching for you. “After that, a lot of the roads were fucked or camped on by groups who didn’t look too friendly. We ended up going way south to Kentucky and trying to stay off the main roads after that…”

“Flooding in West Virginia,” you added. “We had to go way around.”

“Yeah. And then—somehow, we got back here.”

The silence settled thickly again until Tara suddenly raised a glass, a welcoming smile on her face. “To family, new and old,” she said.

“To family,” Rick echoed, giving the first wide smile you’d really seem him break into all night.

Carol raised her glass and cleared her throat. “May we look forward with hope and backward without regret,” she said.

“Hear, hear!” Abraham exclaimed, hugging an arm more tightly around Rosita.

Everyone drank, and you felt full in a way that had nothing to do with the good meal and everything to do with the warmth, safety, and welcoming company. When you glanced at Daryl at your side, his eyes were already on you.

The evening wore on and some people drifted away to bed little by little, but many of you were still gathered in the cozy space of the living room.

Daryl had stepped outside for some air and not long after Rick stepped out onto the porch and came to stand beside him, gripping his shoulder briefly and giving him a classic Rick Grimes smile. He glanced back in through the illuminated window at you sitting with Maggie and Glenn on the couch. Bear was curled up at your feet on the floor, content to snooze. Strider was hamming it up getting belly scratches from Carl and Abraham, thoroughly enjoying all the attention. Carol was cuddling Judith and seemed to be watching you closely, but not in a suspicious way—just taking you in. It wasn’t lost on anyone how you and Daryl seemed to relate to each other, his regard for you and yours for him, how he hadn’t left your side all night, the clear chemistry though no one had seen any sort of touch pass between you. “So, am I wrong or did you find more than just Brian’s sister in Montana?”

Daryl scruffed a hand through his long hair and nodded once. “Yeah… more than I bargained for, tha’s for damn sure,” he said, turning to look in at you and the warm scene with his family gathered around. He leaned back on the railing and drew in a deep breath of the cool spring air. “She saved my life,” he drawled. “I think in more than one way.”

Rick smiled. “I have a feeling you’ve done the same for her. She was up there all alone?” he asked. Daryl nodded.

“Yeah. And not just survivin’, but almost thrivin’ up there in a lotta ways. I know she left a piece of her heart back in them mountains. S’gonna be an adjustment here for sure…”

Rick nodded. “Well, it was for all of us. You especially,” he pointed out. “As for that piece of her heart, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to help her with that too. Give her a new one.” He sighed again. “It’s good to have you home, brother. We never gave up hope but we were worried—we were starting to think maybe you wouldn’t be coming back to us.”

He ducked his head and nodded. “Yeah… It was a long haul. Twice,�� he said with a wry laugh.

“But worth it?” Rick asked.

Daryl looked up at you through the window again. You were bathed in a golden glow and surrounded by other people he loved. It was better than he ever thought he’d have, even before everything went to shit. “Hell yeah.”

Rick laughed happily. “Now, one more thing… You aren’t takin’ her down to sleep in the basement, are you?” Rick asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, an amused look on his face.

Daryl scoffed. “The hell is wrong with my room in the basement?”

“Well, there’s a washer and dryer in it for starters. Second, it’s a basement,” Rick teased him. “Seems like you aren’t a bachelor anymore, Daryl. Take one of the rooms upstairs. We’ve got spares.”

Daryl sighed. “We can—figure that all out tomorrow. I was thinkin’—maybe she and I would just get a place…” Rick smiled at this. “For tonight, we just wanna crash. We’ve been livin’ on the road so long now, few months. Ain’t been stayin’ in the same place more than a couple days at a time, ya know? Will be nice to put down roots again.”

Rick’s eyes were crinkled in a smile. “Can’t wait to see what grows.”

“Me either.”

Daryl followed Rick back in, and you looked up and gave him a tired smile as he came in, trying to blink the waiting sleep from your eyes.

“Whatcha think?” he drawled, leaning forward on his hands on the back of the couch just behind you.

“I’m exhausted,” you laughed.

“Yeah, me too,” he mused, looking around at his remaining family. Judith had fallen asleep in Carol’s arms and everyone was cooing at her. “C’mon,” he said, nudging his nose up. “Let’s slip away while we can.”

You happily agreed and jumped the back of the couch, but your sneaky exit was immediately ruined by the dogs needing to follow. Hoots and hollers rose behind you but the two of you hurried out anyway, calling back only a few goodnights. Daryl grabbed your hand and led you toward the stairs. “We can crash in my old space tonight.” He could hear Rick in his head. “Uhh—but it ain’t much… s’just a mattress in the basement mostly,” he drawled.

“Better than we’ve had for a while. And as long as you’re there, I don’t care if it’s a moldy carpet on the floor,” you said.

Daryl snorted and looked down at you. “Moldy? Really?”

“Daryl, I’m so exhausted I could fall asleep standing up right now,” you said, yawning as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Well, ya dun have to do that,” he said. “C’mon. We can both get some deep sleep tonight… It’s safe here. Safest place I’ve ever had… ‘cept maybe for that cabin of yours.”

“More,” you said. “My cabin didn’t have big ass walls all around it.”

“This way,” he drawled, still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours. You followed him down the staircase and into a dim room. It looked like any normal basement; a washer and dryer on one wall, random boxes and storage. But there in one corner was a mattress, neatly made and piled with blankets and pillows. He patted a hand down on them expecting to see a puff of dust, but none arose. “Huh. Somebody musta made the bed up fresh while we were getting cleaned up.”

“My money is on Maggie,” you said, collapsing down onto the blankets and sinking in. “I like her,” you said, before another yawn interrupted you. The dogs settled on the rug.

“I like you,” he said, climbing toward you and caging you beneath his body. He stroked your hair away from your forehead and your eyes shut at his touch. “Maybe a bit too much…” he drawled, smiling. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, and then your lips. You were already drifting toward sleep.

“Too much? Not possible. And only like?” you smiled, opening your eyes again.

He gave you a look and you laughed. “Ya know—ya know I love ya,” he said. He still sounded somewhat shy when he said it… like he couldn’t believe he got to say it at all.

You gave him a sleepy smile. “I love you, too. And I’ll live down here in the spider webby basement or sleep on a moldy rug if I have to…”

He laughed and leaned in to tuck his face against the crook of your neck and breathe in your smell, his body now flush to yours. “Nah. We’re gonna build our own space together. You’ll see. But for now—my bachelor bed is the best I’ve got for tonight.” He lay down beside you and tugged you in against his body, much the same way he had by the fire that night when you’d escaped the flames and the horde. Your breathing was soon soft and deep.

“G’night,” you sighed, snuggling in, already falling into a warm, contented sleep you hadn’t had since long before, back in the cabin after you and Daryl had finally become something more.

“Night,” he breathed. Just before he fell asleep, he sent a thought to Brian, up into the ether, to tell him that he’d done as he’d promised, that you were here and you were safe, and he was going to make sure he protected you with his life… but better yet, that he’d build a life with you that he never thought he could have. I promise. I’ll do right by her. I swear on my life.

The End.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can’t wait to embark on a new series in the near future, and I have a lot of waiting one shots I have been holding off on until this was finished. And here we are! Bittersweet, it is.

#dead of winter #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

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punsmaster69 · 4 months

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19/DEC/20XX

frisk nearly dropped their sled.

"...What did Papyrus just say?"

"you mean what he shouted?"

"Yeah, just now."

"While flying into the air."

"pretty sure that was 'shit' he screamed."

frisk was utterly shocked.

"Papyrus SWORE???"

i couldn't help but laugh.

"What? Are you not surprised at all??"

"not in the slightest."

"Papyrus doesn't swear, like, ever. At one point I was half convinced he didn't know what curse words were."

"kid, just because you don't hear it doesn't mean it doesn't happen."

"HE SWEARS?!"

"as does tori."

"MOM SWEARS?!?!"

"Actually."

"I can kinda see that."

tori, from across the clearing, made the arm of the snowman she and flowey were making wave at us.

the flower himself paused what he was doing to look over as well.

she said something to him. he then reluctantly waved with a vine.

"But not Papyrus. I can't see that."

undyne's sled flew from the top of the hill, bouncing across the snow with about ten times the speed anything should have been able to gain from that hill.

undyne was not on that sled.

up the hill, we watched a mound of snow explode into powder. the fish who emerged from it chased after the sled immediately.

papyrus, also sled-less, just slid face-down the rest of the way to the bottom.

"you good, bro?"

"IN OUR CONQUEST FOR GAINING SPEED, WE HAVE LOST OUR SLEDS."

𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬.

(that's the sound a sled makes when hitting a skeleton.)

"...NEVERMIND."

grabbing the sled and hopping up, he put up a hand to block the sun while he looked for undyne in the clearing.

from the trees, she waved a warped sled.

"Found it!"

"your sled's lookin' a bit rough."

apparently not noticing this before, she bent it back into shape.

"All good!"

"Whoa."

"But is it still, like."

"Structurally sound?"

looking at the sled, then back at frisk,

"If it can't withstand a little use, then it sucked anyway."

undyne nonchalantly shrugged.

"I don't think most sleds get launched into trees at a hundred miles an hour as their average usage."

"Then this one's living the DREAM!!"

"DO YOU THINK SLEDS REALLY DREAM OF GOING FAST?"

"Of course they do!"

"Even if they're apparently not technically made for it."

"Who DOESN'T wanna go SUPER FAST?!"

she pointed to the top of the hill.

"Speaking of going fast."

"Let's GO already, punks!!!"

the three of them took off back to the top of the hill.

frisk tripped, and began sliding back down.

undyne caught them by the hood of the fuzzy coat they had on; continuing to pack them until they'd caught up with papyrus.

"she sure likes doing that, huh?"

i leaned onto my back in the snow to face grillby, who was sitting quietly on a blanket in the snow slightly behind me.

"how're you doin', grillbs?"

"....."

thumbs up.

"sick."

"thanks for coming along with us today."

"even if you're not doin' much, it's nice to have you."

"........."

"a sled?"

"i'm sure they'd let you borrow one."

".......?"

"that speed is a 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦."

"if you get on it normally,"

pointing to frisk,

and then instantly changing my mind.

we watched them resemble a star shape as they flew through the air into a pile of snow.

their sled hit undyne in the head.

she didn't even flinch.

...

did she even notice?

"...like what frisk was doing 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 those two turned them to the dark side..."

"you'd be fine."

"....."

when they rose from the snow, i waved frisk over.

"hey, kiddo."

"can grillby try?"

"Yeah!"

"But, don't-"

they looked over their shoulder at the mark they left in the snow.

"Don't do what I did."

"Snow piles are nice to land in, but probably less so for you I think."

"I'll show you what you're 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 to do. C'mon!"

at the top of the hill, i watched frisk give grillby instructions, then a countdown once he was on the sled.

i could probably walk faster than he slid, but he looks like he's having fun.

——

still watching 'em go up and down, taking turns with the sled.

undyne tried to convince grillby to go faster on it. he leapt off immediately when it started going too much faster, though.

——

oh. they roped tori in.

flowey won't hang out with me though.

he's still busy with that snowman of theirs.

——

"SANS! SANS!"

papyrus bounded over to me, sled in hand.

"yep?"

"YOU SHOULD TRY!!"

"don't have a sled."

"YOU CAN RIDE WITH ONE OF US!!"

undyne sped past us at mach speed, still on the sled this time.

"...OKAY."

"NOT WITH UNDYNE."

"AND I ALREADY PROMISED I'D LET THE HUMAN RIDE WITH ME NEXT."

"BUT MS. TORIEL CAN RIDE WITH YOU!"

"i'm not made out of rubber like you guys are, apparently. if i barrel down that hill in the same way-"

"PLEASE? IT'LL BE FUN!"

"I PROMISE MS. TORIEL WON'T GO LIGHTNING SPEEDS."

she waved from the top.

again, i waved to her.

"...alright."

"i'll give it a shot."

——

'i promise ms. toriel won't lightning speeds' he said.

now contradicting that statement, me and tori barely avoided collision with a tree.

"......."

"Well then."

"Are you alright, Sans?"

"yeah."

"......"

"just gonna keep holding my sides..?"

"Oh- Sorry."

"you're good."

"and that's..."

i rose and mostly unsuccessfully dusted snow off my coat.

"definitely enough for me."

"i'm gonna go chill on the blanket again. don't slam into any trees, alright?"

"We technically did not."

"ok."

"don't 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 almost slam into any trees, either."

"This old lady doesn't have nearly as much energy as the others do, so I will most likely join you here shortly."

sliiiiiiiiide.

there's alphys.

"...H-hi."

"Hello Alphys. What made you decide to come down here?"

her eyes slid between me and tori.

recognizing that face, i loosely kicked snow at her.

"no."

"No what? She has not done anything yet."

"yet."

"I won't say anything. Not now."

"Later though..."

"gonna block you."

"Putting a mustache on your contact photo."

"what, a bigger one?"

"Massive."

"really though. what made you come down?"

"Undyne."

𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬.

(the sound of a crimson sled 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 hitting a short skeleton, instead ricocheting off a tree into the snow at our feet.)

undyne grabbed it and tossed it halfway up the hill like a frisbee to papyrus.

"What's up, guys?"

"Surely you must be doing it wrong..."

"What wrong?"

"How is it that you manage to launch the sled so far before you each time?"

"Dunno, but it's fun!!"

"Anyway, Alphy, come ride with me!"

"yeah, alphy."

"you wanna rocket down a hill?"

"U-Uh..."

undyne smiled at her, and alphys immediately caved.

"...Okay! L-Let's do it!!"

——

"oh my god."

papyrus landed in a tree.

"how, bro?"

"WWWAUGH-"

(the best description of that sound i can do.)

frisk became but a silhouette in the snow next to us.

"Nice landing, idiot."

flowey snarked.

"Thaaanks."

toriel shook her head.

"This is..."

"getting out of hand."

"Perhaps just a bit."

alphys and undyne drifted behind us.

frisk was still lying in the snow, fate accepted. flowey began poking at them with a stick.

i looked up at papyrus, who'd got himself untangled from the branches successfully.

less successfully, he whacked at his sled with another branch, trying to knock it down.

grillby looked up at the sled and held his hand out to alphys. undyne passed her own sled they'd been sharing to alphys, and alphys passed it to grillby.

he wound up - crouching slightly - and tossed the sled directly upwards.

it clacked against papyrus' sled, and they both came down; barely missing flowey.

"HEY!! WATCH IT!!!"

"......"

"he says sorry."

don't think flowey knows how to feel about grillby, so he just went back to poking frisk with a stick instead of saying anything else.

undyne kicked the tree. knocked down, papyrus then mirrored frisk's position in the snow.

".........."

"..yeah, i agree."

"grillbs says we call it a day."

frisk shot up from the snow.

"Aww, no!"

"The sun will be setting soon, my child."

counting how many of us were here, papyrus' sockets narrowed.

"WAIT. WE'RE MISSING TWO."

"are mtt and napsta still on the hill?"

"They were laying in that igloo, were they not?"

"Still?"

undyne watched papyrus run back up the hill to fetch them.

"That thing got boring fast."

"I-It was kind of nice..."

"there was an igloo?"

alphys wanted to point, but couldn't see it from here.

"Not a super big one."

"That's where I was earlier."

"It was off to the side, closer to the trees. I think Mettaton was worried me and Paps would wreck it."

on his feet, papyrus slid to meet us. mettaton held onto napsta and did the same.

"....hello..."

"Hello darlings. It got late much faster than expected."

"Greetings, you two. It really did. Time passes so quickly these days."

"Hii."

"..Howdy."

" 'Sup."

"Hi."

"......"

"HELLO! AGAIN."

"heya."

"𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 out up there for quite some time, huh?"

napstablook smiled a little at the pun. they definitely have a sense of humor.

"..it was fun today..."

about seven 'yeah'-s agreed with them, my own included.

flowey and (technically) grillby being the exceptions.

following that was a lot of 'goodnight'-ing and hugs.

by the time we left, the sun had already set.

sometimes it's easy to forget how many of us there are.

holidays get expensive.

wouldn't change a thing though.

i'd say

"it's nice."

...but that's becoming to me as 'cool' is to paps and undyne.

so, uh.

it's 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹.

hey, didn't say 𝙞 wouldn't use that one.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #toriel #frisk #flowey #mettaton #napstablook #grillby #soriel #alphyne #sans and papyrus #sans and frisk #there are so many of thhem helpme

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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KING Pt.2

King!Jschlatt x Peasant!Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, blowjob (m receiving), very fluffy!

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️ @youngcreatorlady 💜 @ogelizasoot 🩷 @littleskeletonprincessss ❤️‍🔥

___

It has been seven months since Y/n had arrived at the palace, her relationship with the king has strengthened, but she misses the outside.

The sun was hidden behind grey clouds as big fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, Y/n watched out the window while she was snuggled into Schlatt's side, listening to his soft snores.

Y/n looked up at him, slowly rising from her place. Running her hand down his clothed stomach and passed his waistband, feeling a tingle between her legs as her hand grazed his warm cock.

She wrapped her fingers around it, and started to slowly stroke him up and down. Schlatt's eyebrows knitted together while he slept, a soft groan vibrating in his chest.

Y/n giggled, pulling his member from his trousers. Licking a wet stripe up his shaft and taking him into her mouth.

"Mmm, baby." He groaned, his voice sounding weak.

Y/n bobbed her head up and down, wondering what he could be dreaming about.

Schlatt's back arched off the bed, his breathing became heavy and his hand instinctively made it's way into her hair.

"F-fuuuck." Schlatt whimpered, his eyes slowly opening.

Y/n moaned around his cock, making him twitch in her mouth. Her heart raced when she started tasting his cum on her tongue, her pace quickening, she was eager to pull an orgasm from him.

"Ahh- Y/n... p-please! I'm so close."

Schlatt's legs shook and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Y/n could feel he was about to cum, so she pulled away and sat back.

Schlatt laid there for a second, his cock throbbing and whimpers leaning his mouth.

"This is our king?" She whispered. "It's so easy to make you beg, to make you squirm and cry."

Schlatt suddenly pulled her down to him, flipping her on to her stomach and lining himself up to her entrance.

"Lets hear you beg." He growled in her ear.

Schlatt pushed in, his fingers immediately going to her clit. Rubbing fast tight circles against it and sucking bruises into her neck. Y/n smiled, pushing back into him and letting out a breathy moan. He gripped her hip, rutting into her and massaging her breasts.

"So fuckin beautiful." He groaned, nibbling on her neck. "My beautiful girl."

Y/n arched her back when she felt his fingers at her clit again, her body going hot and cold as her orgasm approached.

"Come on, princess. Let me hear you beg, let me hear you plead."

Tears ran down her face, her mouth slightly open, moans and cries reached Schlatt's ears as he felt her tighten around him.

"P- ahh! Please! Let me cum!"

He chuckled at how pathetic she sounded, her body writhing and covered in sweat. She leaned back into him, attempting to move against his cock but he held her in place.

"You think you deserve it?" Schlatt asked, planting hot kisses against her shoulder.

"Mhm... y-yes."

"Then cum for me, baby."

A smile spread over his face when he felt her tighten around him, and her hot liquid coating his cock.

Schlatt pulled out, both of them out of breath. He planted feather light kisses against her neck and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Let's get up, I want to show you something." He whispered, pulling her out of bed.

___

"How much further?" Y/n asked, her back pressed against his chest as Schlatt held the ranes of his beautiful stallion. (No this isn't enumclaw Washington!)

The snow was coming down in big fluffy white flakes, Y/n shivered, the cold wind nipping through her dress. Schlatt noticed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer.

"We're nearly there, my love." He whispered, pressing a warm kiss to her neck.

Y/n looked around once the horse finally stopped, they were at a hill that overlooked the entire kingdom. The castle and the village, there was a tree placed at the top just before the cliff.

Schlatt slipped off the saddle and put his arms out to her, she gripped his shoulders as he lifted her from the horse like she weighed nothing.

Her feet hit the ground and her eyes raked over Schlatt's form, he's was wearing heavy black trousers, a white cotton shirt, a black vest, and a black and gold cloak.

"You always have to wear the expensive cloak. Even when you're not supposed to look like a king, because I remind you, we dont have your guards with us. You still look like a king."

Schlatt chuckled, "If someone sees me, they'll think I'm a noble."

"You still look like a king to me."

He smiled, taking her hand and bringing her up to the tree. She could see everything, the castle, the village, the much larger towns to the north that had pubs and singing and markets. Y/n had only been to the Village and the Castle, she's always wanted to go into town.

"What do you think?" Schlatt asked, wrapping his arms around her shivering body.

"It's beautiful, and peaceful." She snuggled into him, looking out at the water.

"I'm glad you like it, because this is where we're getting married."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes sparkled with joy as she jumped up, wrapping her arms and legs arms around him. Schlatt laughed, falling backwards into the snow. He rolled over so she was underneath him, pressing his lips to hers and brushing her hair back.

"I know that I brought you here against your will, and I was planning on making you my queen whether you agreed or not but..." he trailed off, his expression turned almost into sadness.

"Will you marry me?"

"J, I-"

"If you say no, I'll bring you home. You can be with your father, I just want to see you happy."

Y/n covered his mouth with her hand, her fingers were cold against his warm lips, sending a chill down his spine.

"You make me happy, your majesty." She whispered, "I love you."

It was the first time Y/n had ever said that, he smiled as he held her close and buried his face in her neck.

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a yes."

Y/n heard gentle sniffles, and the feeling of his warm tears on her neck.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I thought you would hate me forever, I thought you acted happy so you would eventually be able to leave. I never thought you could ever love me."

"I do, and I'm all yours. Over these passed months you showed me a side that no others gets to see, and I'm honored to have you by my side."

___

The two entered the palace gates, hand in hand as Schlatt led the horse in by the ranes. The guards bowed and opened the doors for them. They walked through the castle, passing the throne room, kitchen, ballroom, servants quarters, until they got to one with a circular step in the middle of it.

Schlatt showed her over and told her to stand on it.

"Why?" She asked.

"Trust me, princess."

Y/n stepped up and stood there, watching the same older woman that measured her from months ago in the village, entered the room.

"Hello, Y/n." She said, her voice frail but sweet. "You look well."

The older woman pulled out five rolls of fabric and set them on the table.

"What's going on?" Y/n asked.

"I'm making you a wedding dress, my dear. Did Johnathan not tell you why he dragged you through the palace?"

"No ma'am, he didn't."

The woman chuckled and shook her head at the King, "If you want this woman to say her "I do's" and not run the minute priest tells you to kiss, then you must share with her everything. No secrets my child."

Y/n gave her a confused look, "You're child?" She asked.

The older woman looked over at the King, her brows lowered as if to say "Really?"

"Johnathan...you haven't even told her that yet?"

"Told me what!?"

"He is my son." She said, a smile on her face.

Y/n's jaw dropped, she looked between the two and shook her head.

"Anything else you would like to tell me before your mother works her magic?"

Schlatt crossed his arms, "Not that I know of."

"Alright, no more secrets from now on."

"Of course, My love."

___

Mr. Y/L/n was chopping one last block of wood when soldiers came riding up to the house.

"I don't have anymore daughters you can steal, be on your way." He grumbled, tying some twine around four bundles and heading for the door.

"Actually, Sir. We have something for you."

"Oh yeah? Well what is it?" He asked, turning back to them.

The soldier handed him an envelope, "From the king, sir."

Mr. Y/L/n looked him up and down and headed back in, setting the bundles of wood next to the fire place and sitting in his arm chair.

He opened the envelope and pulled out a letter, and began to read.

Dear, Mr. Y/L/n. The wedding of Y/n and I will be held at the willow tree on the mountain at mid day, on the 5th of this month. I know she would be happy if you would attend.

Sincerely, Johnathan

"My my, Y/n. What have you gotten yourself into."

THE END ❤️

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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can i get s’more ponyboy stuff 👽

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐!𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐!𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐!𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑝 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐!𝑡𝑤𝑜-𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

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"wake up, pony!"

The youngest curtis sibling sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from his eyes. y/n, who had fallen asleep in the living room the previous night was snuggled up beside Pony. She was probably carried in by Darry- he knew Pony had trouble falling asleep by himself.

''Pony!" Soda hollered again. He flew into the room, practically burning the floor with how abruptly he stopped.

Pony grumbled at his brother's unwanted morning enthusiasm. "Whats up?" he asked, gravelly morning voice low and husky.

"Darry's lettin' you skip school and Two an' I are gonna have a snow day with y'all," Soda explained, a wide childlike smile playing on his face.

Pony felt y/n yawn, something they always did when they just woke up. To no one's surprise, y/n turned to face the brothers, lazily brushing away hairs. "Who's skipping school?"

Pony looked at y/n with a fond smile. "We are. Havin' a snow day with all the guys. Sound savvy?"

Soda laughed at y/n's immediate change in expression. Their eyes brightened and they started softly hitting Pony on the thigh. "You ain't playing with me, right? Darry's chill with this?"

Soda's excitement was clearly visible with the way he was vibrating with happines. "Yep," he answered.

y/n turned to Pony. "Move it, Curtis. I need to go get ready to team up on Dare in the snowball fight we are most definitely going to have with absolutely no protests." The look they gave Pony was comical; y/n knew Pony would never say no to having a snowball fight with his brothers, they were just playing with him.

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Darry had y/n on his back the second the car stopped. Their jokes with Two were downright comical, and everyone was glad to finally be out in the snow. Pony (on Soda's back) reached out and poked y/n's side which made them yelp and jerk away. Pony and Soda guffawed as y/n veered Darry off track from the hill they were heading to.

"I hate you!" y/n shriek-laughed when Darry launched y/n off his back and into the drifts. He was pulled down by the hem of his coat, falling so fast y/n barely had time to roll away before Darry plopped down and sank into the snow. As he emerged from the snow, Soda toppled over with Pony falling right beside him in his side.

Pony army crawled over to where y/n was recovering from their laughing fit. With a large smile, he pulled y/n's bulky coat-covered form onto his in an embrace.

"Silly goose," y/n whispered to Pony before giving him a small kiss on the mouth.

"Two!" Soda yelled from a drift. "Let's bury these lovebirds!"

The pair laughed again as Two-Bit scrambled to where they were located to help Soda. Pullin y/n impossibly close, Pony couldn't help but think about the first winter they were dating; y/n had pulled him out of the house to make snow angels. Beautiful little snow imprints that showed the shape of two lovers. Pony went back into the yard after y/n fell asleep and watched the snow reflect the colorful beams of light from te setting sun. Pony'd go as far as to say that was when he fell for y/n.

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monsoon-of-art · 1 year

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Donut Hole - Chapter 14

The Cave

But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again

[Barry finally gets a little break and Gaeric gets pissed. Bit of a smaller chapter, but big things will happen soon!]

[ao3 link]

Barry walked. And he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, lost in a snowstorm with Pest on his head and Fern by his side.

The fogginess of his mind hadn't completely gone yet, and all he could think was that he needed to keep moving.

If he kept moving. If he kept moving. Things would work out eventually…right?

That mind-fog melted rather quickly once Barry tripped and landed face-first into a snowbank. Immediately his freshly-awakened mind jumped to panic.

He squirmed, internally screaming at the horrible, awful feeling of snow and ice creeping down the cracks and crannies of his clothing.

Ever-patient, ever-helpful Fern carefully gripped Barry’s waist and pulled the boy back up. Barry stood for a total of three seconds. Upon trying to step forward, he slipped backward and fell flat on his back.

“I think I’m going to start screaming,” Barry said, feeling the snow drifting around him, slowly burying him. “And I will not stop.”

Sitting up, Barry realized he was practically shaking. “H-How’d we even get here anyway? W-Where is here?” He pulled Pest off his head, holding the bug like a stuffed toy. “And why are you blue?!”

His memory was a terrible, fuzzy haze. All he could remember was traversing the mountain, running into Ingo(?), then suddenly being …here. Wherever here was.

Squinting through the snowstorm that surrounded them, Barry could see the peak of the mountain, the dark storm ominously looming above it all. It looked much different though, the smaller peaks were at different locations-

“...ARE WE BEHIND THE MOUNTAIN?!” he screamed, voice lost in the winds. “I can’t believe this - we worked so hard to climb that stupid mountain and now we’re back at square one! And! And! And! FREAKING SUBWAY BOSS INGO-”

Of all the things Barry expected in an alternate reality where Cyrus somehow won, Unovan Subway Boss Ingo wasn’t even in the ballpark of guesses. And he looked weird. Like he had somehow fallen into a woodchipper, or like he had died at sea, or something.

He also had a hideous gogoatee.

But he had challenged Barry to a battle. And for the briefest of moments, Barry let himself have hope. Ingo didn’t have any insignia to show he worked for Team Galactic, and he didn’t seem to recognize Barry. All he wanted was a pokemon battle.

Then Ingo called him Palmer. And Ingo kidnapped him. Just recalling the events, as fuzzy and distorted as they were in his mind, it almost made Barry want to spit up bile.

That was the last straw. He was hopeful with Commander Mars. He was hopeful with Palina. He was hopeful with Ingo. None of them wanted to help. All of them were liars and crooks and kidnappers-

Barry could feel himself trembling not just from the cold, but from anger.

(He was also shaking from the cold. Very badly. He was very cold.)

"OK! I need to think! How to survive a snowstorm!" Barry said aloud, looking between Fern and Pest. Unfortunately, his mind was drawing a terrible blank. He sat in the snow, his pokemon expectant for orders…but nothing was happening.

“Uhm. Uh,” so he sat there like a dope, feeling the snow beginning to creep up his legs and cover his shoulders. “...uh.”

Fern carefully placed his bag in his lap. Then, it turned to a sloping hill covered with snow, and it began to dig. It dug and dug, shoveling out the snow and using it to form a sort of ‘tunnel’.

When finished, it was a little burrow in the snow. “Uh. Good job, buddy-” Barry began to say. Then Fern gripped him by the shoulders and dragged him inside. It was still rather cold, but at least they weren’t being snowed on.

Barry rummaged in his bag, feeling the wooden pokeballs containing Mystery and Jen. Part of him was terrified that Team Galactic did something to his pokemon, and he needed to check.

Releasing them, he noticed that Jen’s beak was a bit chipped. “Wh-Wha happened? Did they do this to you- or-” Barry suddenly remembered the Rampardos in the mountains. “Or was it the giant dinosaur?”

Jen peeped to signify the latter. Mystery, meanwhile, settled next to the boy and puffed out its feathers. Barry was suddenly very aware of how warm the birds were, and how very cold he was.

Wordlessly he snatched up Jen and Mystery for cuddles. They didn’t seem to mind very much.

“O-OK. Shelter. And Warmth. And-And-And-” he paused, noticing the clean bandages around his leg. “I…didn’t change those.”

Why would Team Galactic change his bandages and clean his wounds? Didn’t they want him dead? Wouldn’t cleaning his wounds do the opposite of killing?

He wanted to explore this idea further, but a stabbing sensation in his stomach grabbed his attention. Curling in on himself - much to the concern of the two pokemon he was currently holding - he once again looked through his bag.“Ack- R-Right. Gotta eat.”

Unfortunately, all he managed to pull out were the smashed pulp of pecha and oran berries. “Crrrrrrap.”

Fern grunted as it stood, placing Pest on Barry’s head once more. It gestured - pointing at Barry, then pointing at the ground, as if telling him to ‘stay here’ - then carefully left the little snow fort.

Where was it going? Barry hadn’t the foggiest idea.

He could feel Mystery grooming at his hair and Jen pecking at his soot-covered clothes. "Jen. Jen. Cmere. Cmere-" carefully the boy held the penguins face, observing the chip in his beak. "Aw buddy…I'm so sorry. That's all my fault, I should've recalled you."

Jen chittered, nuzzling against his cold hands.

Pest had joined the cuddling session, producing silk from his mouthparts to try and patch up the many holes in Barry's clothing. All three of the pokemon huddled close to the boy, trying to keep him warm.

Barry was cold. He was so cold. It felt as if every scrap of warmth and energy was being drained from his body, even with three pokemon currently laying on him.

Maybe…he should close his eyes. Just a moment of rest. He could feel himself slipping into sleep. Just a moment. Just a moment. Just-

“Chanseeyyyy!”

Barry sat right up. Chanseys and happinys carefully shuffled into the little snow fort, leading the way for an enormous blissey. Behind all of them was Fern, looking mighty pleased with itself.

Barry rubbed his eyes, convinced he was dreaming. Weren’t chanseys rare? And happinnys and blisseys too? Vaguely, he could recall Lucas telling him how chansey and blissey eggs were overeaten in the past, leading to their small numbers. But now he had a gaggle of them right in front of him.

“Uh. Hey?” he said, voice cracking slightly. The group of pokemon chirped and chittered amongst themselves, occasionally looking to the large blissey for guidance. Fern would walk to Barry, gesturing to his bandaged leg and various bruising with a mournful croon.

The enormous blissey thought for a moment. Then, she gave a slow nod and started stepping closer.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa-” Barry immediately began backing up, terrified of what this pokemon was capable of. Sure, blisseys were tanky, but they could still learn a lot of moves that could do some serious damage.

Instead, the enormous pokemon knelt down, handing Barry the egg from her pouch.

“I-I don’t think I’m ready to be a dad,” he squeaked, carefully taking the warm egg from the blissey’s paws.

His pokemon squabbled and squawked to get his attention, Fern mimicking eating something as it sad besides him.

“I…I don’t-” It took Barry a moment to realize what they were trying to tell him. “OH. OH YOU WANT ME TO EAT IT- OK, that makes more sense. OK.” he paused. “Wait you want me to eat a raw egg? Like. Raw? Won’t I die?”

He wasn’t a stranger to having raw eggs on some rice for breakfast, but those eggs were under strict scrutiny by machines and people alike, before being packaged and sent to stores.

This was potentially a raw egg from a wild, giant blissey.

Barry glanced up at her. She nodded.

He then carefully cracked the egg, finding it cooked under the shell - Soft Boiled.

There was no way he could eat this egg without being a bit messy. It was a good thing he really didn’t care right now.

The way Barry and his team tore into the giant, soft boiled egg was almost barbaric. The egg didn’t stand a chance. By the end of the frenzy, all that remained were bits of egg shell littering the snowy floor.

He immediately felt so much better. He really should try to eat more consistently - and more frequently. But to Barry’s credit, he was unconscious for…honestly he wasn’t sure.

Cleaning the bits of yolk off his face, Barry spoke to his team. “Once it starts to warm up, we gotta get back up that mountain! But for now, I guess we have to wait…”

It was as if the hoard of egg-shaped pokemon were waiting for him to say that. Happiny and chansey swarmed further into the den, filling every little nook and cranny to form an enormous, cuddly pile of pokemon. The enormous blissey then sat in front of the entrance, using her giant body to shield them from the freezing winds.

Barry was warm, and he was full, and he was currently in a giant pile of squishy, egg-shaped pokemon that wanted nothing more than to cuddle and snuggle. He could feel himself drifting off. Mystery, Jen, and Pest were already asleep.

He turned to Fern, sitting near the front entrance with the blissey, wide awake and alert. “Fern buddy, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without ya,” Barry said with a sleepy smile. “Come relax and get some rest. Then, we’ll charge up the mountain and kick some galactic butt!”

Fern returned the sleepy smile, moving to sit by the cuddle pile. It sat almost in a meditative pose, but its eyes were closed, and it looked relaxed enough.

With his pokemon taken care of, Barry let himself drift into a much needed, but still hesitant, rest.

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Gaeric descended upon the half burnt settlement like a winter storm.

“I WAS GONE. FOR A HALF HOUR,” he barked, finding the rest of the wardens by Irida’s home. “A HALF HOUR. I return to Lord Avalugg, turn around, and EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE.”

Irida looked ready to cry. Palina sat beside her, looking almost equally as miserable. Ingo was unable to meet the man’s gaze, staring off into the vast distance. Calaba looked tired from it all.

“His mothim knew flamethrower,” Palina answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“HIS WHAT KNEW WHAT?!”

As if still in a trance, Ingo replied, “Incorrect, Mothim is incapable of learning any fire-type moves, with the exception of Sunny day-”

He stopped immediately, finally aware of what he was doing, and aware of the horribly dirty look that Gaeric was giving him. “...Sorry.”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” said Gaeric as he stomped closer. “I told you - I told ALL of you! This wasn’t our problem! We shouldn’t get involved! And HERE WE ARE!”

“Gaeric. Stop,” Irida stood. “No one could have predicted this-”

“I THINK I PREDICTED THIS, FAIRLY CERTAIN I DID.”

“Getting upset won’t fix it!” she barked back.

Irida and Gaeric were locked in a stalemate; Irida bristling like an upset starly, Gaeric huffing like an enraged walrein.

Eventually, Gaeric backed down, but he was clearly still upset. "If we're involved now, by God, I'm going to be involved."

"Gaeric-" Palina squeaked.

"No! No, I'm INVOLVED now! And with Sinnoh as my witness I'm going to solve this once and for all."

Without clarifying what that ominous statement meant, Gaeric stormed out of the village, just as furious as he came.

Once out of earshot, Ingo asked in a voice much quieter than normal, "Do you think he is upset with me?"

"Yes," deadpanned Calaba.

"I am going to Jubilife." Irida said, determination in her voice. "And I am going to tell them what's been going on. This has spiraled out of control."

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #pkmn barry #barry in hisui

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: This is a joint effort by myself and @thewitchofbooks who I reached out to after falling for her beautiful art. A gifted creator and a super Gilbert fan? Perfect 💜

The title of this fic comes from the well-known Robert Frost poem

Gilbert x female Reader

Holiday / winter fluff

Word Count: 1068

Obsidian is the opposite of Rhodolite. If your home country is soft, velvet roses and rolling green hills and trees staggering under the weight of the fruit they bear, then Obsidian is bushes with sharp, hungry thorns, dusty, cracked earth and trees that look utilitarian at best and menacing at worst. But Mother Nature has a secret, a way to equalize them both: snow. Snow covers the idyllic hills and small villages and gardens the same way it does stone houses, empty fields and barren trees. Snow brings beauty to even the harshest of places.

When you had stopped at the tall, arched windows and seen the blanket of white laid out before you, gleaming despite a wan sunlight muted by voluminous, gray velvet clouds, there was only one person you wanted to rush outside and experience it with.

He agreed readily, setting aside the day’s papers and letters and worries for something just as important, something vital to giving him the strength to continue with all those papers and letters and worries. Time with you.

Now you walk, arm in arm, over the soft snow, following the path that runs along the meager grain fields behind the palace. To your left looms the forest, black-barked trees with bare, spindly arms reaching for the heavens, bedecked in layers of sparkling white.

Gilbert is quiet, his red eye taking in the landscape, black boots ringed with clingy snow. You tighten your grip on his arm. If you were a snowflake, you would cling to him too, this man born of winter, whose skin is as pale and soft as the world around you. And as cold. However you know that under those layers of heavy black fabric and ornate gold and leather is a winter landscape that has trembled at your touch, melted under the heat of your mouth, and flushed at the movement of skin against skin.

“This way,” he says, breaking the silence. “There’s something I want to show you.” Your arms unlock but his hand finds you, threading his leather-gloved fingers through yours. He leads you onto a small, narrow path that turns left, weaving its way through the trees. At first sight they loomed ominously, a vague sense of foreboding radiating from their bare branches. But now, walking through them, hand in hand, there is something that feels more akin to safety, as if the forest was sheltering you instead of warning you.

He stops walking, raising one arm to point upwards. “There. This is what I wanted to show you.” You follow the long line of his arm up until you spot them. Nestled within the bare branches of the trees are bright green bushels of leaves dotted with tiny white berries. There is something almost whimsical about it, the vivid green amongst the dark, empty branches against the gray sky.

“Do you recognize it?” Gilbert walks around, stopping behind you in order to wrap his arms around your middle, holding you against him. You lean back, tilting your head until it rests against his shoulder, gaze still admiring the view. There is something familiar about those plants. That vibrant green with its small bright white pearls. While you are thinking things over, racking your brain to place them, he lowers his head, his cheek pressed against yours. You can feel the smile on his face. “Really, Häschen? I thought you would know it immediately. After all….” He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “It is one of your favorite holiday traditions.”

Those words suddenly take the vague ideas swimming around in your mind and sharpen them, lock them in place to create something recognizable.

“That’s mistletoe!” Wonder fills you as you look at the beautiful green gifting the gray landscape with vibrant color. “I’ve never seen it in the wild before.”

“Mm hm.” He’s decided your gaze has been up in the trees long enough. He wants those luminous eyes on him. Sliding his hands to your waist, he turns you until you’re facing him, lips curved artfully. “And what did you explain to me one does under mistletoe?”

Something warm blooms inside you, a joy at the sultry, teasing note in his voice, a thrill at the way his hands are holding you tightly against him. You thought the green of the mistletoe leaves was beautiful within the panorama of gray and white surrounding you, but now, the jeweled red of his eye, glinting with the promise of something inciting, is the most exquisite color in sight.

“We are surrounded by an awful lot of mistletoe, my love” you murmur even as his hands leave your side to cup your face, the feel of those soft leather gloves as dear and familiar to you as his skin. The gesture, though gentle, still sings of his possessive nature. You wrap your fingers slowly around his wrists, holding him. You can be possessive too. He leans down slowly, his gaze still on you, your lips only a breath away from his. He smiles and you feel it, the power it has, the way it fills your heart and the space between heart beats. He is as essential to you as air under a bird’s wing or water to the creatures of the deep.

“Then I suppose,” he says softly, “that one kiss will not be enough.” His voice pours molten gold into your ears and sends a ripple of warmth across your skin.

“Probably not,” you whisper in answer. And then your lips touch, a metamagnetic force pulling you together, irresistible and inescapable. His lips are soft and cool against the warmth of your kiss. You feel the way he melts under the movement of your mouth, like snowflakes when they fall on flushed skin. Gilbert is cool starlight over a snow-covered field, the glimmer of frost when it kisses the petal’s edge. The air around you may be chilled, but the point of contact where your mouths meet is a warm spring from which love and lust are reborn, over and over again, with each and every kiss.

Wrapped up in each other, neither of you notices the soft fall of snowflakes as they begin tumbling from the smoky clouds, small, cold, feathery flakes that land on your clothes, your hair, adorning you and all that surrounds you in soft, heavenly white.

A benediction.

A blessing.

Artwork by the incredible @thewitchofbooks 💜 Thank you for working with me, Nadia. I am so grateful you had the time and so in awe of your talent.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @neoqueen-sailorvirgo @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly @joiedecombat

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #ikemen gilbert #gilbert x reader #fluff fic #christmas fic #christmas fluff #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #otome fanfic #thewitchofbooks #violettwrites

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jessefandomunited · 4 months

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Snowed in

This is a Shaun Falco x gn reader . Just fluff maybe some kissing

-you went up to the show with your boyfriend Shaun when all of a sudden a snow storm pulls in right as your about to leave, guess you have to snuggle in for one more night-

" well I think we're all packed" I sighed with finality . We had spent a good weekend in in the snow as a bit of a get away. The little town was cute and had lights and Christmas activities which we went to a lot of but I was a bit bummed we didn't spend much time in the actual snow , or alone .

. " let's go then love, " Shaun smiled bounding up to me, " or , we could make a few snow angels " before I could explain that we had a very long drive he was running across our rented yard and fell into the snow. I chucked and shrugged, I'll just make him drive.

I sprinted over to him and joined him on the ground flailing our arms to make the perfect wings and dress. When we staggered up we had put them so close that they were holding hands. " awwwww how cute," Shaun gushed rapping an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I rolled my eyes and said," yes that's very cute but we have a long drive" " come on we didn't get to play in the snow at all can't we wait an hour;" Shaun begged. I thought a bit remembering I did want to do this too, but the drive, screw it. " alright one hour."

We had an absolute blast. We made a snowman , rolled down a snow covered hill and had a very extensive snowball fight. It was so fun to just feel like a kid again, I had completely forgotten about our one hour limit till I looked up at the darkened sky. " shit Shaun how long have we been out here," I called. He ran over and checked his watch, "it's been two hours ." I was confused , till I saw snowflakes start falling ," oh." We both reflexively sank down to the ground and looked up as the snow fell, it was beautiful, like we were being teleported into another dimension. Then it picked up.

How the storm went from lazily falling to complete chaos was insane but we both had suddenly realized how cold we were and booked it for the cabin. I fumbled with the key in my numb hands and we pushed ourselves inside. When we did we heard the phone ringing. I snatched it off its cradle and said "hello yes" " oh no you're still there I had hoped you left like an hour ago," it was the caretaker of the cabin and she sounded increasingly worried," this storm it going to be here the rest of the day, and the snow plows won't be able to get out there till it clears up ." My heart sank, I had work tomorrow I would need to call in. " okay well thankyoy," I sighed. " of course please stay warm," she pressed. " we will," I hung up the phone and immediately filed the office. " what's happening," Shaun asked a bit sheepishly. " well looks like we get a free night here. He looked outside then back at me , a smile spread across his face. I chuckled ," go get the bags" he nodded bounding outside.

We were soon snuggled next to the fireplace wrapped in the fuzziest blanket I'd ever felt. We were just sitting there enjoying the fire after a wonderful meal of soup and hot coco.I turned to him and said, " you know I'm kind of glad that atom blew in we didn't get to do this the other days." He looked a bit surprised, " really? I thought you loved all that small town stuff." I shrugged ," I do but we did a lot. Maybe next time we can bring some books and take some more time alone reading and taking pictures ." His smile grew again," oh you know I love that darling." With that he kissed me, cupping my face gently . I tangled my fingers in his hair bringing him closer to me . As we laid there wrapped in eachother, we hadn't even noticed the snow had stopped.

#robert sheehan #Shaun falco #bad samaritan #fanfics #fanfiction #x reader #I was feeling generous so I'll post this now #The other one you'll have to wait a bit

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon ~ Winter Song

(The Head And The Heart)

a/n: I listened to this wonderful song and immediately had an idea. ☺️ Also, this song gave me some... winter vibes. Thanks for requesting @thefemininemystiquee ! I hope you like what I wrote and the line I picked. ☺️

Warnings: mentions of death, bit angst, some sadness, fluff and Daryl being an absolute sweetheart

Word Count: 1054

Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner @fictive-sl0th @alexreadz07 @sweetpeapod @stitchintimefan

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Coldness in Our Hearts

The heavy gate of Alexandria fell shut behind Daryl, after he had stepped past them, crossbow slung over his shoulder. He had been on a hunt. Probably the last one this year. It was winter and the first snow was threatening to fall. The sky was grey; heavy with clouds. It was freezing cold. So cold, that rivers and lakes were already frozen. Alexandria wasn't bad at food, but a hunt wouldn't hurt – thought Daryl. Food was food - and the more, the better.

"No luck this time?" He heard Rosita's voice coming from the guard tower beside the gate. The archer turned to face her, shaking his head. "Nah. 'S pretty cold. Everythin' is already frozen. 'Sides, Alpha took us our main hunting ground. Ain't much left to hunt. Hopefully it's better after the winter." Rosita nodded and just wanted to say something, as another voice cut through the cold air, calling out for Daryl. "Daryl!" It was Aaron - like said man was able to hear and see. The other man was making his way quickly to the archer, was on the verge of running. Must be urgent, Daryl thought. He decided to walk towards Aaron, meeting him halfway. "What is it?" Aaron was quite a bit out of breath, when he reached him. "Can't find Y/N. She... She wanted to come to the conference, but never showed up. I got suspicious, decided to look at your home for her, 'cause I... 'Cause I know she usually never misses a conference. She's not home either. Nobody saw her. Not even Gabriel, when he was on watch earlier." At first, Daryl felt his heart speed up at Aaron's words; felt the fear coursing through his veins, but a few moments later, realisation hit him. He adjusted his crossbow and poncho, ready to go out again. "I think I know where she is. I'll go, get 'er." With those words, Daryl turned around again and made his way back over to the gate, which got opened for him with a squeak. "You think she sneaked out?" He heard Aaron call after him. "I know it." Daryl answered, leaving Alexandria again.

It wasn't the first time you had sneaked out of Alexandria since it happened. Nobody noticed, of course. Except Daryl. He knew. He always knew. Not just because he was your boyfriend for so long now, no, because he understood. And he had always been the one to bring you back. To catch you, when you fell.

The place where he needed to go wasn't that far away from the safe walls of Alexandria, but nevertheless, he hurried a bit. Not just because it was going to be dark soon and snow threatened to fall. Because he didn't like the idea of you being alone out there - no matter how well he knew, that you were more than capable of defending yourself.

When he neared the edge of the wood and saw the little hill to his feet, an uneasy feeling spread inside his stomach, telling him that he, as well, hadn't swallowed the big, bitter pill of what had happened here not so long ago. His feet carried him further up the hill. About halfway, he saw a figure sitting on the cold grassy ground in front of the line out of pikes. It was you - without a doubt. Daryl had been right... He'd find you here.

Carefully, not to scare you, the archer approached you - and sat wordlessly beside you. You flinched for a second, but as soon as you recognised the familiar face, you relaxed again. Neither you, nor Daryl spoke something at first. You just inched closer towards him, cuddling against his side, causing him to wrap an arm around you. Just like that, you and him sat there for a while, watching the sinking sun.

"Thought I'd find ya here." Daryl said then, eyes still directed on the horizon - and forbidden land. You breathed out a small laugh, twisting a long grass stalk in your hands. "Were they looking for me?" Daryl nodded. "Mhm. Aaron was pretty worried." "Sorry, I..." You swallowed hard. "I just needed some time alone..." "Thought so. I can understand ya." You turned your head to give your boyfriend a weak smile. "'S just... There are these moments, where everything is just crashing down on me, you know? I still can't quite accept that she's gone. That they all are gone… I-I... I loved her. She was like a sister for me." You felt how the emotions got stuck in your throat and how your eyes went blurry with tears. Daryl immediately pulled you closer, catching you as you fell - like so often. "I know, 'm so sorry. I wish nothin' more than to change what happened. I wish we could've done somethin'... Save 'em all..." "Me too... But it's too late. Ain't nothing we can do." You looked up, gaze landing on the pike on which had Alpha spiked Tara's head. Tara... You found her back at the prison together with Glenn - and became friends immediately. You were so close - and now she was gone. Brutally murdered by this bitch. Tears were falling down your cheeks, as Daryl started to rub soothing circles into the clothed skin of your back. "I will miss the days we had... So much..." Daryl answered nothing, knew exactly how you felt. He just held you, giving you a feeling of love and comfort, until you calmed down once again.

The sun had gotten replaced by the moon by now. "Let's go back home. It's gettin' real cold. Might even snow tonight. Don't want ya to catch a cold - or worse. Let's go." He stood up and helped you up as well. "Thank you." Daryl gave you a soft smile. "'Course." You shook your head. "No... Thank you... For everything." The archer smiled even wider, before he cupped your cheeks in both his hands. "I love ya." "I love you, too." You couldn't help but to place a soft kiss on his lips. Yes, he was definitely an angel, walking on this earth. Daryl took your hand in his then and guided you back down the hill. "Can we come back tomorrow?" "Sure, sunshine. As often and long as you like."

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfic #twd #the walking dead fanfic

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 4 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 18: Sledding Characters: Cheka, Leona, Vizzie (OC) (Continuation of yesterday) (Also note, Vizzie calls Leona "kitty" it is an established nickname she has for him blkfjhdskjfsdf) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Leona would never admit it, but this wasn't half bad. Once he got throw the squeals and giggles from his nephew showing off his new spaceship boots, it was easy to just sit and watch him run up the hill and slide down it. Vizzie was waiting at the bottom, anxious as ever to make sure the kid didn't biff it....or if he did, she would be there to help. Aside from a few glances from other caregivers there, Leona found it rather enjoyable. He had his shades on, the sun glaring off the snow made it impossible to be without them, but had also made the paths the kids had been using for sledding into sheets of ice that only seemed to propel them faster with every turn. If Leona hadn't fallen half asleep in his camp chair, he would have seen that. His ear flicked a bit as he heard Cheka panting a bit and walking up to him. He sat up and nodded slightly at him. "What do you want?" Cheka struggled to catch his breath, but was smiling brightly and squinting because of the sun. "Do y- do you wanna turn? Aunnie Vizzie said she wants to see you have a turn cuz she thinks you're too scared to do it and I wanna see you do it too cuz I dont think you're scared to do it I think she's wrong." He panted still, exhausted from his many treks up the hill. Leona's ear and tail flicked in slight annoyance as he looked down at Viz, who was chatting up another mom or something at the bottom of the hill. Truth be told....it looked kinda fun. And he could find a way to crash into her without hurting her. Even if it meant stopping in front of her just to get up and toss her in the snow bank. Revenge. Yeah, this could work. He groaned slightly as he stood up and stretched. "She said that about me, huh?" He gestured to Cheka to hand over the sled, which he did gleefully, giggling and nodding. "Alright kiddo. I'm only doing this once, because Viz said that, ok? Then you're plopping your butt back on this thing or we're going home." Cheka nodded in response, giggling. "Got it! Siddown siddown I wanna see you go down!" Leona waved him off a bit and sat on the sled, trying to get situated when he felt tiny hands grab the back of his jacket. Before he was able to ask Cheka what he was doing, the kid managed to spin him on the sled as he sent him down, jumping and squealing as he watched his uncle fly down the hill. He immediately went to sit in the camp chair, kicking his feet happily as he opened the thermos of hot chocolate, making sure it wasn't too hot before helping himself to some. Meanwhile, it was taking everything Leona had to not yell. He hadn't been spun like this....well.... since ever, and certainly not this fast. He had enough wits about him to set up a small buffer spell so he wouldn't flatten any kids on the way down, but only registered that he flew way past Vizzie when he heard her shocked voice ask his name. He finally put his foot down to drag himself to a stop. As much as Vizzie wanted to check on him, she had to watch Cheka to make sure nobody tried to touch him. Even with a slight masking spell on him he was unaware of, she couldn't help but be concerned. She was glad she hadn't gone to check on Leona when she heard the ragged sigh from behind her. She put her hand up behind her head in time to stop the bonk he was going to give her with the sled, only making him huff more. "Why did you do that?" Leona gave her the side eye of the century. "The fuck do you mean why'd I do it. You told Cheka you thought I was too much of a coward to do it." She looked at Leona confused, then tried to cover her growing smile with her hand, only serving to make Leona more irritated. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? He s-...." his sentence trailed off as his gaze returned to Cheka. If he listened closely, he could hear him bragging to the other kids about how cool his uncle was.

"He played you like a fiddle. Don't get mad though Leona, please?" She begged him quietly, her tone shifting from amused to desperation. Leona sighed. "He's just a kid. It was a small, one time thing. That I will never do again, but still." He shrugged a bit and looked up at his nephew again. "If you make me more hot chocolate when we get back to school I'll let it go, let this incident go." She smiled a bit and rubbed Leona's back. "Sure thing Kitty."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #leona kingscholar #twst leona #cheka kingscholar #twst cheka #twst fluff #?#december drabbles

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cloverhasnobrain · 1 year

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Do you need some help with that?- Jon Snow x reader

Guess what guys? I am a whore so Im writing this fic lololol

Jon Snow and you had been pining for eachother for a very long time, and it leads to the breaking of an oath if yk what I mean😏

Jon Snow felt ashamed of himself. He swore he would never let love or desire stray him from his path, yet there you were, and you had him totally wrapped around your finger.

You were so kind to him, and you always gifted him with your warm smiles. With the way he was raised, Jone was not used to this at all, so at first, when you met him, he thought maybe you had mistaken him for someone else, but when Sansa introduced the two of you, Jon was proven wrong.

Your companionship was quite unusual, the child of a powerful house that was so clearly infatuated with the Stark family's bastard son.

Yesterday, he touched himself thinking about a moment where your hands had brushed against his neck, the sparkles that such a simple touch sent flying through his body. As he finished, he stared at the hot seed in his hand, disgusted with himself. He sitlently vowed to never think of you like this again, yet there he was.

It all started at the war room, where you all had united to plan your next battles. It was not unusual for people to not be in complete formal attire when it was not a very big reunion, but today was special. Thing is, you had been observant of his behaviour ever since you first met. That man had won over your affection in a matter of minutes, and right now, all you could think about when you were alone was what he would look like without all those layers of hideous black clothing, what sounds would he make, what he would taste like. So today you decided to mess with him a little. You put on a little less clothing than usual, unbuttoning your shirt just enough to make it look slightly suggestive, put on a corset that made your waist look amazing, and pants that hugged your hips beautifully, but other than that looked completely innocent, and of course, a little fur so you wouldn't freeze to death.

As you entered the room, you immediately noticed the adorable blush spreading across Jon's face. You were just so beautiful, he feared he may not be able to control himself.

Jon was definetly nervous, but he decided to busy himself with the planning, if that was even possible when you looked so beautiful. It was still a bit hard though, when no one even noticed him. Why would you ever even think of him when he was nothing but a bastard, and you were a legitimate heir of a powerful house? He decided that he would just busy himself with his negative thougths and sit this meeting out.

You were so busy with your work that you took a little while to notice Jon sulking in his chair, and you could NOT let this happen. Fucking him or not, you still cared deeply about him, and this was also an amazing oportunity to get a bit personal, set the game for further days.

Jon did not even notice you get out of your previous positon and walk over to him until he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Turning his face quickly, he got a bit startled when his nose almost met yours. Rubbing circles on his shoulder with your thumb, you asked in a soft, velvety voice:

"What do you think of the plan, Jon?"

Jon glanced at the map, his face burning hot, and then back at you. You had crouched just enough to meet him eye to eye, and just enough for your cleavage to slightly show withing the shirt. You had to bite back a smirk at the way his eyes drifted to your chest, as if he was scared of what would happen if he got discovered. Jon gulped and slowly got up to evaluate the map, missing your warmth already. He scanned the map, looking for anything he would change in your strategy. As always, everything you did was almost flawless in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he spoke up:

"Your plan is almost perfect, but I do have a suggestion. We could use the hill right next to the battlefield as a vantage point, see how it turns into a cliff to the side of our enemy? They are unable to climb it until they reach battle. I think we should put some men, especially archers up there, so the enemy will be partially surrounded."

He nervously glanced at you to be met with one of your beaming smiles, and your praise, as you pat him on the back. You had to use all of your strength not to coo at the way he glanced at his feet with a small smile on his lips, his face an adorable shade of red.

The rest of the reunion went smoothly, the men were confident in your new strategy, and you ocasionally caught Jon stealing some glances, blushing wildly when he was caught. At the end of the meeting, Jon rushed back to his bedroom, and everyone left, but you noticed that he had forgotten to take some papers that were supposed to be signed by him, so you decided to take them to his room to retrieve them.

As soon as Jon was out of everyone's sight, he immediately ran back to his chambers, as he felt his blood rushing to undesired places. He kicked his shoes off and sat on a chair, he knew how to deal with this boner, but the thought of masturbating to you sounded so wrong, when he knew that if you found out you would never speak to him again. After a short time trying to resist the painfull urge he was feeling, he began to slowly grind his hand to the tent in his pants.

As you quietly paced through the hallway, you noticed his door was unlocked. Great, you thought, that meant he was not asleep at the moment. Though, as you slowly opened it without thinking of knocking, you were met with a sight from heaven itself. A wild blush spread through your face, ears and neck, as you watched Jon grinding himself, closed eyes and whispering your name between soft grunts.

Jon opened his eyes as he thought he heard someone gasp, even though he knew it was impossible since the hallway was always empty at this time. As he glanced to the side, he thiught he would die immediately as his eyes met your widened ones, your face red and your mouth agape. He scurried to try and hide his boner, though he was sure you had already seen. He desperately tried to explain himself, though it just ended up turning into a string of stutters.

As you slowly got into the room and closed the door behind you, locking it, he thought ot was the end for him. You were going to beat him up and it would be fair, he felt like such a pervert. He flinched when you got closer getting ready for the first punch, but nothing could prepare him for what happened. He waited for the blow to hit his face, but as nothing happened he slowly opened his eyes, to be met with you now a lot closer, a sly smirk on your face and the most predatory yet soft eyes he had ever seen. Somehow, he was much more scared of this than you beating him up.

You got on his eye level and cooed:

"Aww, do you need some help with that, Jon?"

"But- but I... My oath... you..."

Jon whimpered. He couldn't look you in the eyes. But then again his head whipped back in your direction as he felt yoyr hands slooowly caress his thighs.

Jon was NOT used to this. Ladies never paid too much attention to him. Sure, he was attractive, but nobody ever let him know, he was just a bastard after all. A dirty blood. Yet there you were. He inhaled sharply.

"Jon, will you look at me darling?"

He could cry from just that.

"If you want Jon, I can help your friend here. I can make you feel better, Jon."

Fuck this stupid oath. How could Jon even think about it when you were looking at him like this?

"Do you want me to make you feel good, Jon?"

"Yes... yes please..."

He rasped shyly. That was all the encouragement you needed. You slowly sat on his lap, craddling his face. As your eyes met his dark, soft ones, a blush spread over both your cheeks, and you brushed your lips before embracing him into a passionate kiss.

Jon was in heaven. His tongue entered your mouth and you let out a soft moan, grinding your core into his as he let out a pathetic whine.

He felt he might have just ascended as you began undressing eachother and you carressed his face and his hair. He felt so loved.

You parted, both already panting, and a lot of his layers were already gone. You unbuttoned his shirt and sighed as you finally got to see his chest, he had just the right amount of muscle to look perfect, and you started kissing a trail from his face down his neck and chest, suckling on his Adam's apple and nibbling on his collar bones, kissing his scars tenderly and worshipping his body like it was the most sacred thing you had ever seen, and Gods, it was. Jon was a whimpering mess by the time you had reached his waistband, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He gasped as you finally took off all his clothes, springing his cock free.

You quickly took off your clothes and let him enjoy his amazement. He had never seen such a beautiful body, he was honestly hesitant to touch you, and he thought he could come without you even touching him as you kneeled in between his legs, glancing up at his and stroking his thighs, but not toughing him where he needed you the most.

"Please..."

"Please what, darling?"

"Please touch me, in any way you want, just touch me!" Jon whimpered. He was gonna die at this point, he was sure.

You thought of teasing him a bit further, but as you stared at his doe eyes, clouded with desire, you couldn't resist anymore, you swore if you didn't keep your mouth shut, you would drool looking at that dick, leaking with precum at the tip.

You licked a stripe from the base of his shaft up to the head, and he gasped, this was already feeling so amazing, what could possibly come next??

His question was anwered quickly as you took the tip of him in your mouth, suckling and moaning from the salty taste, sending vibrations down his dick and making him throw his head back, screwing his eyes shut.

You took him whole, massaging his shaking thighs as you knew he wouldn't last a lot and to be honest, you did not expect him to. You took him out of your mouth, stroking him with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

"You are doing so good Jon, so good..."

At this point, Jon was already a moaning mess, louder than he would like to admit and nipping his knukcles to keep himself from having the whole castle hear him.

You took his cock entirely in your mouth without warning, and he unvoluntarily bucked his hips into you. He immediately apologised profusely, thinking he hurt you, but as a response you just looked into his eyes, smiled and sucked harder. This poor boy was going to be the death of you, and you would be his. He felt so warm and cared for in your mouth, with your soft hands massaging his thighs that it was almost better than the orgasm he felt build up.

He tried to warn you, but it came too quick, like a lighting bolt as he called out your name, he went straight to heaven as he shot strings of cum into your throat and you swallowed them all, humming in aprovance and milking him through his high.

As he came down, panting and with his raven hair disheveled, he glanced down at you and you could cum on the spot. He looked like a God with his blissed out face, his small smile and his eyes glazed over as he stroked your hair.

You let go of him with a pop and sat on his lap once again, massaging his shoulders and whispering praise into his ear as he hugged you tight with his face buried into your neck and thanking you quietly while kissing your shoulder.

After just staying like this for a while, Jon wanted to retrieve the favour you gave him, but he had no idea of how to.

"It's ok Jon, you can please me back another day. For now, let's get you to bed, huh?"

"You will stay here with me, right?" Jon asked, gripping your arm. How could you ever say no to that face? How could you ever deny him anything?

"Of course dear."

He smiled softly as you went under the covers wuth him and you clinged onto eachother. Jon Snow had never slept so well in his entire life.

#game of thrones #jon snow x dom reader #jon snow

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julianobungus · 6 months

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I came up with this idea a long time ago, when Steven Universe had just ended.

Lapis has been watching Jasper from time to time since she was uncorrupted, and a few days after Steven left, she saw Jasper sitting on the Brooding Hill and joined her. They had a conversation. They recalled different events that had happened to each of them. And Lapis didn’t like Jasper's pessimism. She didn’t like Jasper, who didn’t believe that she could change, who recalled Lapis' memories of being imprisoned in the mirror and thought that she should be imprisoned in the same way, who wanted to be rejuvenated or even shattered.

And Lapis thinks what Steven would do. He always forgave everyone and was friends with everyone. He would have liked it if Lapis had done the same. Lapis holds out his hand to Jasper and offers to remember the old days.

– You... Do you really want to do this? You said it was a prison for you.

– I want to help you. Like Steven helped me. Like he wanted to help you.

– Aren't you happy to see me so pathetic?

– NO! – Lapis shouts and Jasper twitches in amazement. Lapis grabs Jasper’s head and pushes it to her head.

This time Malachite was smaller, she was slightly higher than the Jasper herself. She had long horns, a pair of hands that were instead of hind legs, were wearing pants and flip-flops.

On her wings, she flew to the Beach City and immediately went to the Snowflake Obsidian and Larimar, as the memories of her components told her that snow cone is very tasty. She really didn't want to meet Crystal Gems, especially Garnet, but ironically, she soon meets Garnet. She says that Malachite has cute horns, notices that she has greatly decreased and asks if she is going to exist forever.

Malachite asks Garnet to leave her alone, but Garnet just having fun from this reaction. After all, she likes to see another fusion, and also the one that has changed and become better.

Malachite outsmarts Garnet and hides from her to get to the snow cone stand, where she asks Snowflake Obsidian for a watermelon-flavored cone, since the only food Malachite ever ate was Watermelon Stevens. Lapis ate snow horns many times, Jasper ate them only a couple of times, and Malachite did it for the first time. And because of that, the taste was like a new one.

Since Garnet knows that Malachite is back together, she can tell everyone about it, and Malachite thinks what to do. She's thinking of going to Bismuth. Jasper and Bismuth did not communicate as much as Lapis and Bismuth, but they had more or less friendly relationship. They mostly discussed Pink Diamond and her second personality Rose Quartz.

Malachite does not notice how she comes to the beach in front of the Crystal Temple. She thinks about the Obsidian that Lapis knew about, and thinks about her power that has nowhere to apply. And suddenly an idea comes to her, and she begins to create ice blocks and destroy them. And then she starts creating ice statues of Garnet. Amethyst finds her doing this, says that Malachite is on fire, and calls her Sis. Statues of Garnet throw snowballs to Amethyst. When Amethyst digs out of the snow and throws a huge ball of snow at the statues of Garnet, knocking them down like in a bowling alley, Malachite is nowhere to be found.

Malachite arrives in a Little HomeWorld and meets Vidalia, who offers her to be model for her drawing class. Vidalia calls her a beauty and Malachite is outraged because her name is Malachite, not Beauty. But she agrees to sit still and pose, because she is afraid that the next person she will meet will be Pearl.

Malachite was amazed to see the drawings, as it was the first time she saw herself not in the reflection of water. She couldn't even believe that she looked so beautiful.

In fact, Vidalia recognized Malachite immediately. Amethyst and Lapis told her about Malachite and showed her the drawings. So even though this time Malachite was smaller, Vidalia remembered her.

Amethyst sent her a message about the snowball fight, at the same time sharing Garnet’s story about meeting an old friend. Therefore, it cost Vidalia nothing to write a Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst message asking her to stay away from her class while Malachite is here. If green fusion didn't want to see them so much, then let her not see them. But no one said anything to Peridot. And she wondered why Lapis didn't come back from a walk for so long, and she went to look for her.

She was very surprised to see Malachite, but Vidalia calmed her down and told her everything. And then Alexandrite comes to Malachite, and she is also very small. They are about the same height. And Malachite is very angry. But Alexandrite offers her a duel. "You're both against us," she says. "I'm against you," Malachite corrects her. They smile at each other, Malachite tells his new friends that he will be back soon and goes to the teleport with Alexandrite.

Previously, Malachite was the hate of Jasper and Lapis for each other. But now... She became forgiveness. She will do anything to be good. Not just for the sake of Her Diamond. But also for the sake of her components. And for her own sake

Honestly, yeah, this'd be my ideal ending for Malachite as well. Her becoming the physical embodiment of reconciliation between two survivors traumatised from the culture they grew up in and the issues that caused for them both. I love how everyone is just so accepting of Mal, too. fr, Love this, such catharsis.

#Juliano's SU asks

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doberbutts · 2 years

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I love seeing your commentary about RoP. The annoying anons suck tho (tbh i think its just one obsessed guy bc theres no way that many people found ur untagged posts). I did wanna say tho, I am really confused about you saying Good Omens got no backlash? Or reblogging posts etc suggesting that. I agree there was no call for boycott but i remember there was a MASSIVE freak out esp from conservatives abt adam and eve being black. There was also a lot of racist etc lgbt morons dropping shit abt the show too in ways that were VERY sus to me, similar to RoP but definitely not to the extent of RoP (despite GO having white leads? I guess nothing can please a racist)... As for the other shows you listed, no idea! I was just curious if you knew abt that or if those details were wrong. Have a good day jaz!

Not that Good Omens (or Sandman, though that's Netflix) didn't/aren't currently facing backlash, because every single adaption that features characters with skin tones any darker than fallen snow has gotten some serious backlash (and- by extension- every single adaption that doesn't rigidly hold heteronormative and cissexist ideals has as well) over the years and it's always the same fucking shit "bad costumes" "makes changes" "I don't like how this character looks" and it's all very blatantly transparent.

BUT that there seems to be a solid lack of a concentrated effort to force the show to fail, to make this particular show the one that Amazon dies over.

I saw people making plenty of excuses for why they should be allowed to watch Good Omens. But for ROP it's "don't even pirate"- why? Torrenting it will not give Amazon hits on their webpage nor will it make Amazon any money. I saw people making excuses for why Vox Machina was okay to be on Amazon, to the point of posting elaborate tricks to get Prime for free for 30 days so they could watch and then cancel Prime and not give Amazon money. But for ROP it's "even if you already have Prime you shouldn't watch even though it's included in your already present Prime subscription".

I understand that some Amazon rep said that how well this show does will determine the future of the company's streaming service but also it seems like folks have taken that and run with the assumption that not watching it will kill Amazon as a company entirely and thus hurting those involved with it is an acceptable means to an assumed end- even when Jeff Bezos has more money than God and thus the idea that killing the company would somehow hurt him as if he wouldn't immediately invest in something else evil.

I'm just not seeing the same "this is the hill we must kill Amazon on" energy in those other shows, to the point of harassing literally anyone who says anything remotely positive about them regardless of money spent, to the point where I have dozens of aggressive anons saying it's some terrible show because Reasons and yet when I ask them to name something specific it's "oh I haven't watched it". Seems to be more than what those other shows have gotten.

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"The Polar Star" Chapter one

Starscream was never very lucky, he knew it... But he didn't think he was that bad lucky! He didn't think that going to the Arctic to look for a relic would cause him so many problems...

He had already had to make sure to avoid being destroyed by Dreadwing, and now he found himself prisoner by Optimus... Really, it was pure bad luck...

Besides, because of his inability to fly, through the fault of that damn MECH, he was more than helpless... This day could hardly be worse...

He and Optimus continued to walk in the freezing cold of the Arctic, in search of this missing relic. The cold was becoming really unbearable... Bringing back only bad memories...

The cold hit him like thousands of pikes... The wind blowing harder and harder... Starscream kept calling him, kept looking for him, but there was nothing... Nothing more than a large expanse of white snow...

He couldn't find him... His radars couldn't find him... He kept looking, not wanting to admit he disappeared ... Not wanting to admit Skyfire disappeared, forever...

“Starscream?" Prime snapped the Seeker out of his thoughts, and the latter turned to him, scowling.

" What ?!

- ...Are you sure you can find the relic?

- Well, yes of course! This relic has energon that my radar can detect! It's not far from here, in this direction!"

The jet pointed in a northerly direction, Optimus began to walk with it, in the direction indicated, and said:

" Thank you.

- ... I'm your prisoner, it's not like I really have a choice... Starscream breathed.

- ... Certainly...

- Afterwards, it would be enough for you to remove these magnetic handcuffs so that this is no longer the case.

- Nice try, but no.

- But why ?!

- Because I don't trust you, Starscream.

- Hey! I've proven many times that I can help the Autobots! As far as I know, it's partly thanks to me that you're Optimus Prime again!

- It is true that you often helped us, but you always asked for something in return.

- At the same time, you would have to be really stupid to do all that, just out of Spark's kindness...

- ... You won't get far with this mentality.

- Until now it is this mentality which allowed me to live, Prime.

- ... Maybe, but I don't think it's the best...

- Oh, you know what, shut up, you're tiring me! Sometimes you really can be worse than Sky-” Starscream fell silent immediately, not wanting the Autobot leader to know more about him than he should.

Unfortunately for the Seeker, Optimus had audio-receivers that worked very well... Again that damn bad luck, and sheer clumsiness on his part, too...

“Who is this Sky? Prime asked curiously.

- Nobody...

-...?

- Well then, we've arrived."

The two Cybertronians visualized a human military base. They overlooked it from the top of a great hill of ice, five kilometers must have separated them from the base. Starscream chuckled:

"My, my, humans do not know how to stay in their place, they have the nerve to allow themselves to steal what belongs to us. Well, at least the relic will be easy to recover.

- What do you mean ? the Autobot leader asked, fearful of the answer.

- Well, we go back to the base, and we recover the relic. If these humans show resistance, well, too bad for them. Explained, nonchalantly, the aviator.

- No ! We are not putting any human in danger! growled Optimus, glaring sternly at the Seeker."

Stascream backed up a bit, wings down, fearing Prime might hit him... He stammered:

"O-OK...OK..."

Optimus wanted to say something, to reassure him of his intentions. But he ends up resigning himself, feeling that it would be weird for both of them...

He decided to call Agent Fowler, who was still at the Autobot base, using his communicator.

"What are you doing ? Asked the flyer.

- I'm calling Agent Fowler, so he can help us get the humans out of the base. Explained the leader of the Autobots.

- What ?! But just go there, and ask them to give us the relic! The difference with what I proposed before, is that we don't do it by force!

- Sorry, but no. We must be discreet.

- Hm... You should tell the Decepticons, I don't think they got the memo. »

Optimus smiled, slightly amused by that remark. Fowler eventually answers his call:

"Agent Fowler here, I'm listening.

- Agent Fowler, this is Optimus Prime, I'm calling you because I need your help. We found the relic, but it's on a human military base...

- Hm... I see what you mean... But, wait, how does "we" come about? I thought you were alone on this mission.

- ..."

There was a long silence, Prime made an embarrassed little face, not really knowing what to say, except:

"Uh..."

Starscream chuckled quietly, as the Autobot leader tried to come up with an explanation. Fowler sighed:

“Never mind, you can explain to me later. I'll fix the problem, just be patient."

The agent ended the call, and Optimus said:

“We just have to wait now.

- Eh ?! Isn't it fixed already?! The Seeker was indignant.

- No, Fowler has to manage all the administrative procedures.

- Ah! Humans are slow!

- We haven't even been waiting a minute...

- But it's already too much!

- How impatient you are...

- ... N-Not at all!

- Yes, a lot..."

Starscream pouted angrily, not having liked the remark. Prime decided to ignore him, and return his attention to the military base. The wind began to pick up, the cold becoming more and more intense...

"Ugh...Geez, I really hate this planet...This cold is really unbearable!" complained the jet.

- You're exaggerating... Optimus sighed.

- Not at all !

- Yes clearly... Why do you hate the cold so much?

- What a silly question! It is simply unpleasant!

- That's all ?

- Yes !"

No... It wasn't the only reason... But, he couldn't tell Prime... He couldn't tell... no one... No one knew, everyone did. had forgotten... The arctic cold had completely engulfed him...

Starscream didn't like this emptiness and this cold, it reminded him too much of the emptiness and the permanent cold that he had in himself, and that absolutely nothing could ever fill or warm...

He was brought out of his dark thoughts by the sound of helicopter blades. He raised the optics, and saw helicopters take off outside the military base. The leader of the Autobots stood up, and said:

"It's okay, we can go.

- Finally !" Growled the Seeker.

The two descended from the ice hill, and walked towards the base. It didn't take them long to get there, they entered the building, and saw in front of them a large block of ice. But, it was hard to see what was inside... Starscream approached curiously, but was interrupted by a voice outside the building:

“Don't come any closer! This relic belongs to the Decepticons!"

The other two turned, to see Dreadwing pointing his sword at them.

"You ?! get surprised Optimus.

- You honestly thought that a simple small avalanche could stop me?! exclaimed the big Seeker.

- ...

- Go away ! Last summons!

- Whatever relic is inside that ice, it doesn't give off a Decepticon signal, and I don't think it gives off an Autobot signal either. Starscream interjected. Conclusion, it does not belong to anyone, so it is a bit pretentious to make it directly the property of the Decepticons.

- Wait until I take you back to the Nemesis, Starscream, I think you won't allow yourself the same insolence against Lord Megatron!"

The little Seeker wanted to slap himself, to punish himself for having opened his mouth... He was not really in a position to allow himself such insolence... He was playing a dangerous game...

Dreadwing began to approach him, but Optimus intervened by stepping between the two. He says calmly:

“Starscream is my prisoner, not yours.

- Let's make a trade then. You give me the relic, and you can keep this traitor. Traded the Decepticon.

- Sorry, but that's not possible. I can't let you have access to a single relic.

- In that case, I'll have to go by force. But, don't worry Prime, you won't come home empty-handed. Since you will come back with your own Spark in your hands!!"

Dreadwing immediately attacked, and drew his sword! Prime barely managed to dodge, and turned his hand into a weapon! He kicked his opponent in the stomach, and sent him out of the building. The leader of the Autobots started shooting at the large Seeker, who blocked the shots with his sword!

As the other two fought, Starscream moved closer to the large block of ice. He looked closely, almost leaning his head against the ice to see better. It was then that he realised:

"It's not something inside the ice... But, somebody ?!"

- Starscream!!" That voice was Optimus.

The flyer turned around just in time to see a bomb take off towards him! He narrowly dodged, and the explosive clung to the block of ice! Dreadwing smiled, and activated the bomb!

The little Seeker didn't have time to get away from the bomb, which exploded within a second of its activation! The building shattered into a thousand pieces, the fire of the detonation rising in the freezing cold!

Starscream was thrown by the force of the blast, fire, ice chunks, and base metal chunks thrown around him! Prime was also tricked by the explosion, having tried to catch the rogue before he was tricked by the bomb!

Only the Decepticon had gotten away in time, flying away. He landed, and moved closer to the rubble, the flames consuming the remains of the base. He passed by Optimus, who had taken a metal fragment in his right arm... Dreadwing sneered:

“Your rescue attempt will have been simply in vain!"

He decided to leave Prime for now, the priority being the relic. But Optimus wouldn't let him, he grabbed the big Seeker's foot, and exclaimed:

"I won't let you go any further!"

Starscream finally regained consciousness, and he noticed that his hands were free. A fragment of the base had embedded itself against the magnetic handcuffs, and had broken them.

Ironically, it was the handcuffs imprisoning him that had saved his life. If he hadn't had these handcuffs, it was directly his Spark that the piece of metal would have hit...

He had two, three injuries from the explosion, but nothing he couldn't repair himself.

He stood up, and moved closer to what had previously been the large block of ice. He then saw a large white robot, lying on the ground, motionless and with its eyes closed. His armor had shades of red, blue, and black, but white was the dominant color.

One end of his helmet was blue, and his large wings were dotted with red. He must have been taller than Megatron, by at least a head. The airman stopped, unable to believe what he was seeing... This great Cybertronian had no symbol, either Autobot or Decepticon...

"Skyfire..." Starscream whispered.

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