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katsu28 · 7 months

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can i please request this “ [ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap” this with JJ?

please forgive for how long it took me to get to this, dear anon :')

jj maybank x reader, mentions of alcohol, 1.5k

“Attention, attention, this is your driver speaking, politely requesting that Y/N L/N get her ass in this van, effective immediately. Over.” John B had his hands cupped over his mouth as he slowed the Twinkie to a stop along the sidewalk you were making your way down, shit-eating grin very present on his face as he leaned across to the passenger side to catch your reaction.

“If that was polite, I’d hate to see what impolite looks like.”

“That would be just a good old fashioned kidnapping.” He replied, shrugging.

You stopped, turned to face the boy full on with your hands on your hips. “Right, because that’s never happened before.”

“That wasn’t kidnapping, that was a very enthusiastic welcome home party!” chimed in JJ from somewhere in the back, and you could imagine the smile that matched John B’s gracing his lips too.

“You guys grabbed me right out of my room!”

“Specificities don’t matter.” John B rolled his eyes, motioning for you to get in the van quickly.

“They do when you put a towel over my head.” You moved to open the passenger door since the seat was empty, but he swatted your hand through the open window before you could. “Ow, what the fuck?”

“Sarah’s sitting in the front.”

“Sarah’s not even here yet.”

“I know, but we’re getting her next and I promised she wouldn’t have to sit in the back again since JJ yacked all over her shoes after the last bonfire.”

JJ’s voice sounded out again, this time more exasperated than anything. “I told you, I got carsick from your driving! And I already apologized, so I really don’t see what the problem is.”

“Please, Y/N?” John B pleaded, clasping his hands together.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, pulling open the back door with a huff. The first thing you noticed was the giant keg occupying the seat you were planning on sitting in. The second was JJ, Kie, and Pope all crammed into the remaining space like sardines in a can, offering you identical sheepish smiles. “I…where am I supposed to sit?”

“I’m sure JJ won’t mind if you sit with him. Right, J?”

It was a ploy, you were sure of it. Take advantage of your crush on JJ Maybank by forcing you into the smallest space possible, see what happens. Your friends were smart, but not as smooth as they thought they were being.

Your eyes flicked to the blond boy, who merely grinned, scooting over and patting the open space next to him. “Come on in, seat buddy.”

You aimed a small smile at him as you stepped up into the cramped van, literally climbing over everyone else to squeeze yourself in next to him. Your thigh pressed against JJ’s as you settled in the half seat he gave you, both your elbows fighting for the space you barely had.

It was the most awkward of dances, trying to sit comfortably in one seat. His arm knocked into your head when you tried to lean back against the seat, you ended up kicking him trying to cross one leg over the other; nothing seemed to be working no matter what you both tried. You could tell Kie was trying not to crack up watching you and JJ fumble around like idiots, but she kept her cool.

“Hold on. Why don’t you just—” JJ pulled you onto his lap smoothly, arms wrapping loosely around your waist in one fluid motion before you could even react. “There. More space for everyone.”

“Uh, yeah—thanks, J.” You blurted, catching Kie’s now wide eyed gaze with one of your own. Even Pope’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but JJ stayed clueless, tapping out a mindless pattern atop your thighs as John B pulled back out onto the road.

He even helped you out of the van when you finally got to the boneyard, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back until your feet were planted firmly in the gravel before winking at you and going to help the boys unload the keg.

“I told you he liked you!” Kie hissed, materializing at your side. You clamped a hand over her mouth, checking to see that the boys hadn’t heard anything before yanking her a good distance down the beach. “Okay, that was uncalled for.”

“Sorry, I just—I don’t want JJ to know about how I feel.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing? Because it would ruin our friendship? Because he doesn’t feel the same way? Pick a reason, Kie!” You shot back, counting them off on your fingers.

“I’m telling you, he feels the same way. He pulled you onto his freaking lap, bitch! He winked at you! D’you need your eyes checked or something, or are you just that stubborn?”

“No. No, I’m not gonna chance it.”

“Will you just live a little?”

“Drop it, Kie.”

“But—”

“It’s not gonna happen!”

“What’s not gonna happen?” JJ chimed in, looking between you and Kie with an arched brow.

“Nothing.” You said quickly, offering him what you hoped wasn’t too forced of a smile. If JJ noticed anything out of the ordinary, he didn’t say anything, instead just nodding and going to catch up with John B. You turned back to Kie, holding your hand out for her to take. “M’sorry for snapping at you. It’s just…complicated. I love you?”

“Love you too.” She sighed, linking her fingers through yours. “C’mon, let’s get a drink and forget about all this.” You obliged, happy to knock a few drinks back to get a certain someone to stop running circles in your mind for once.

You didn’t see JJ until much later in the night, after the sun had sunk below the horizon and the bonfire blazed bright in the darkness.

“Hey.” His voice was soft in your ear, causing you to shiver involuntarily at his sudden close proximity. You echoed his greeting, hoping your voice wasn’t as breathless as you felt. “Can we talk? Somewhere quieter maybe?”

You nodded, and he led you down the beach a little ways away. Not too far away from the crowd, but far enough so you could talk without having to yell over the noise. JJ’s palm on the small of your back was enough to burn a hole through the fabric of your top, radiating warmth through your body despite the cool breeze coming off the ocean.

“Right. So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, and I really think I need to tell you before I explode. And uh, you can totally tell me to fuck off if I’ve read the situation all wrong.” He snatched the hat off his head, raking his fingers through his hair a few times before putting it back on. You’d come to learn that it was something he did any time he was nervous.

“Everything okay, J?”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m good.” He breathed, forcing out a chuckle. “I’m just—I’m just gonna come out and say it then. I’m into you. Like, a lot. And I know we have the whole ‘no Pogue on Pogue macking’ thing, so I get it if you don’t wanna make things weird—like, that’s cool, I just…felt like I needed to tell you.”

You were stunned beyond words. JJ felt the same way about you that you did about him. He loved you back.

JJ must’ve taken your silence as some sort of rejection because he forced out a hollow chuckle, linking his fingers behind his head, wandering a few paces away. He looked like he wanted to kick himself. “God, I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—this was a shitty idea and I’m just gonna go now so I don’t embarrass myself any more.”

He moved to walk past you back towards the bonfire, but you caught him by the arm before he could, surging forward and pressing your lips against his firmly.

If he was surprised he did a great job at hiding it, because the way he kissed you back felt like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. Much like most of the things JJ did, he put his everything into kissing you, cupping your face in his hands almost like it was second nature to hold you like he was.

As cliche as it sounded, it didn’t feel like a first kiss with him. It felt like you were attuned to each other, already subconsciously knowing what to do even though you’d never dared do it before.

JJ, albeit hesitantly, was the one to break away first, barely an inch between the two of you as his tongue darted out to wet his lips before daring to speak. “But…the rule?”

“When have you ever followed the rules, Maybank?” You tilted your head at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. JJ held your gaze steady while his fingers danced a path down your arm.

“Never.”

“Then why start now?”

JJ perked up at your words, lips quirking into that damn troublemaker’s grin that endeared you to no end. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. Cool.”

“Cool.”

Neither of you needed to put into words what you were going to be from now on, because it didn’t have to be said for it to be something. You knew. JJ knew. And when everyone else saw JJ’s arm slung around your shoulders the whole night, the way you looked at each other like two crazy kids in love, they knew too.

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 months

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Hello I don’t know if you’re currently taking requests but let me tell you. I need more about Milo. If you can. Like he became possessive with reader, jealous of everyone near her.

Milo X Reader: You belong to me

Warnings: Fighting, bar fight, bone breaking, drunk men, sleazy men, smut, dirty talk, dom x sub (kind of), dom Milo, possessive Milo, ass bitting, fingering, making out, penetration ( p in v), unprotected sex, pet names.

Word count: 3K

He's staring again, he knows he is. He also knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. Not when you look like that. You're at the edge of the bar sipping a drink Milo can't quite recognize. He's known you for years but he never noticed what your go to drink was. Perhaps it was because he had been too occupied pretending the pain in his leg wasn't killing him to care or maybe it was because it didn't really matter. He would never be the one to approach you, your favorite drink in hand as he flirted his way into your heart. You'd never made him feel undesirable. He didn't believe you had it in you to make someone feel something like that but you didn't have to, his brain did the work for you. Self loathing does wonders to one's confidence.

Milo has been watching you for a little while now. You hadn't invited him to the bar. It had been a coincidence. He'd sauntered into the pub, his mind set on finding a pretty thing to take home. He needed to test the waters of his new powers and he wanted company to do it. A special kind of company. He had expected to find someone random, anyone who peaked his interest enough. He wasn't expecting to see you, in fact, it was the last thing he expected but he would be lying if the sight of you didn't ignite something inside him.

He still hadn't worked up the courage to walk over. This would be the first you saw him like this. The first time he'd talked to you since the "change". It thrilled him but it also scared him. He wondered how you would react. Would you just stare or would you scream at him for his irresponsible actions? He wouldn't be able to take the look of disappointment on your face. He remembered when you first found out about Michele's unorthodox studies. You didn't speak to the doctor for a week which to some may seem like a small amount of time but that's because they had never met you. They had never had the pleasure of being around you long enough to feel the radiant energy that seeped from you. His fear of your opinion glued him to his spot but it didn't stop him from admiring you. Milo had almost accepted the fact that, despite wanting with all his heart to whisk you away from this dingy bar, you'd probably go home alone. It wasn't until a man approached you that Milos mind changed. He watched the man stumble towards you with a drunken smile on his face. You shuffled slowly to the side trying to put a small distance between the two of you. Milos' hands clenched at his side, his features turning into a scowl as he watched the scene before him. He saw you let out an uncomfortable laugh before shaking your head in a polite no. Milo noticed the way the man's body language shifted at your actions radiating a sort of dangerous energy. Milo didn't like it at all. Before his mind could compute what he was doing his body moved in your direction, his legs moving in steady steps. Milo had gotten to you just as the man had reached out to grab your arm, his body working as a barrier between you and the man. You glanced up at Milo with a look of visible confusion on your face.

“There you are darling. Was wondering where you'd gone.”

“Milo…”

His name left your lips in a breathy whisper sending a chill down his spine.

“Hey asshole we were talking.”

“You know this guy?”

You shook your head timidly, your body moving closer to Milos as you searched for safety. Milo placed his hand on your arm before turning to look at the other man.

“You heard the lady. She doesn't feel like talking to you.”

“That is not what she said.”

“Yeah because she's too polite for that. Luckily for her i’m not, so i'll say what she’s really thinking.”

Milo paused for a moment, his ears picking up on the beating of your heart. It was a bit slower than it had been when he arrived but it was still faster than it should be. The heartbeat of someone who was afraid. The noise seemed to snap something inside Milo's brain, a sudden feeling of rage coming over him.

“Fuck off.”

You let out a small gasp at Milo's words, your fingers digging into his forearm.

“Milo leave it, let's get out of here.”

He hated the way your voice shook as you spoke. He hated the fact that this man had gotten to you. He wanted to rip this neck open in front of this entire bar. He wanted to show them all that you were under his protection and that anyone that messed with you would have to deal with him. But the way you clung to him brought him out of his rage filled daze. He turned to look at you, his hands moving to push a stray hair behind your ear.

“Okay darling, if that's what you want.”

With one meaningful glance at the man Milo turned around, placing his hands on your hips as he guided you away from the bar and towards the door. You’d barely made it five steps when Milo felt something wet on his shoulder. He heard your scream of his name followed by the sound of glass shards falling to the ground. Milo didn’t give himself enough time to think before he pushed you away, his body turning around to face his attacker just as the man prepared himself to land a punch on Milo's face. His fist came in contact with Milo's body but not in the way he’d wanted it to. Instead of knocking into Milos cheek the man's hand found its way into Milos open palm, his eyes widening in fear as he made eye contact with the vampire. Milo twisted the man's arm, cracking the bone with ease. You watched with wide eyes as Milo tugged the man against his chest and whispered something in his ear before shoving him away. The man stumbled to the ground using his unharmed hand to drag himself away from Milo in fear. Milo turned towards you, one hand pushing his hair back as the other reached for your arm. You let Milo drag you away from the bar, your legs moving quickly in order to keep up with his long strides. It was only then that you noticed he was walking without difficulty and without a cane. You stopped walking, your body freezing in the middle of the sidewalk causing Milo to stop as well. He turned to look at you, the anger in his features slipping away as he saw the fear on your face.

“Milo how are you…how did you-”

“It doesn't matter.”

“How the fuck can you say that? You just broke that guys like it was made of fucking paper!”

You glanced down at his legs.

“And you're walking like it's no problem.”

“What a big deal? People do that everyday.”

“Well you're not like most people Milo! You’re-

“What? A sick man? A weakling? A good for-”

“Stop it! I’d never call you any of that and you know it you jerk!”

You turned your face away from Milo, your hands going to wipe away the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. Milos' shoulders sagged at the sight. You just been through hell and here he was yelling at you like you were in the wrong. He called out your name, making you turn to look at him. Your lip shook slightly, making you bite on it in an attempt to look strong.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Please forgive me.”

He opened his arms to you with a silent request for a hug. You waited for a second before letting your body collide into Milos. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, burying his face into your hair. He listened as your heartbeat calmed down, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“Thank you.”

“Gotta be able to protect what’s mine.”

The words left Milos' lips with little effort. It wasn't until he felt your body tense that he noticed what he had said. He waited in silence, trying to see how you’d react. You shifted against him, lifting your head so you could look into his eyes. When you met his gaze and saw the primal like expression in them your breath caught in your throat. You had no idea what had happened to him. Even though he looked the same as he always had there was something different about the way he looked at you. He looked at you like he was a lion and you were a juicy piece of meat. And though it startled you it also sent a thrill down your spine.

“What’s yours hum?”

Your hand trailed down Milos chest fingers running over the clothes ridges of his abs.

“Yes…”

“And what do you do with what’s yours?”

He couldn't take it anymore. Not with the way your body felt warm against him and the way you bit your lips as you spoke. Milos lips crashed into yours, his hands tangling into your hair as he kissed you. You let him grab onto your body, a small moan leaving your lips when he gives your ass a squeeze. He loved the sounds you made as his hands moved against you. You break the kiss, the need for air getting to you. Milos hands don’t leave your frame, his fingers digging into your hips as he rests his forehead against your.

“Take me to your house.”

“With fucking pleasure darling.”

You’ve been inside Milo's house a thousand times and you knew the layout like the palm of your hand. Even so you managed to walk into the wrong room. You blamed Milo. The way he tugged at your body in desperation left your brain dizzy. You glanced around the room, eyes falling on the desk in the corner.

“This isn’t your bedroom.”

Milo raised his head, detaching his lips from your neck.

“You’re right it's not. But this works.”

“There isn't a bed Milo.”

“Oh darling, who said we need a bed?”

A smirk spread across Milo's face as he watched your eyes widen before glancing to look at the desk once more.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get over there.”

“You want me on your desk?”

“I was thinking more like over my desk but on works too.”

You rubbed tights together at the sound of Milo's voice. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him. He was usually quiet and slightly melancholic. The man in front of you wasn’t like that at all. The man in front of you was demanding and sexy. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“I thought I gave you an order darling.”

Milos hand wrapped around your throat squeezing lightly as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peak.

“Get over there. Now.”

“Yes sir.”

You turned around a yelp leaving your lips when you felt Milos hand come in contact with your ass in a rough slap.

“That's my good girl.”

“All yours sir.”

Milo licked his lips making his way to you. He watched as you hopped onto his desk, spreading your legs so that he could see your underwear. A moan left Milos lips as his eyes caught a look at the lace you wore.

“Planning on getting fucked tonight?”

“I was actually. Just wasn’t expecting it to be by you.”

Milos smile drops at your words. He leans in closer, placing his arms beside each of your thighs, caging you with his body. You swallow dry at the sight of the scowl on his face worried you’d angered him somehow. You had made him angry but not at you. Oh no. He was angry at everyone else. Angry at the others that had gotten a chance to look at you, touch you and taste you before him. He loathed them but he couldn’t change the past. The only thing he could do is make sure that for this day forward he was the only one who could have you like this. Milos eyes bore into you the silence making you uneasy but then he gave you a sly grin and you calmed down a bit.

“You think that…”

Milos hands made their way in between your legs rubbing your clothed clit as he spoke.

“Anyone could fuck you better than i can?”

Your hips bucked as Milo pushed your underwear aside playing with your folds for a moment before inserting a digit into your cunt. Your lips fell open as you moaned, closing your eyes as Milo fucked your with his fingers.

“I asked you a question.”

“No i-ugh shit- don’t think anyone can fuck me better than you.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“Ah-fuck please- you Milo. I’m yours, I'm all yours.”

“Good girl.”

You placed your hands behind you, fingers digging into the wooden desk beneath you as Milo kept up his brutal pace.

“Wanna cum pretty thing?”

“Yess please Milo…so close-oh-please don’t stop.”

“Okay i’ll let you cum but first you gotta give me a kiss.”

You pushed yourself up so that you were closer to Milo, one of your hands finding his cheek. He smiled at you, plunging his fingers as deep as he could. You launched forward, giving him a rough kiss.

“Cum princess, go on cum on my fingers.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Your body stiffened as your orgasm washed over you, your hands snaking their way across Milo's shoulders as he worked you down from your high. Your body sagged into his as he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his lips. He licked his hand clean of your juices, head falling back at the taste of you.

“Taste so good darling.”

“Yeah?”

“That perfuct fucking pussy.”

“Your perfect fucking pussy.”

Milos dick twitched at your words the sultry tone in them making him feel impossibly harder. You seemed to notice the way his hips shifted closer to you. Your hands made their way to his pants unbuttoning them before reaching into his boxers. Milo groaned as you pallmed his cock making you smirk up at him.

“Happy to see me?”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I got a pretty good feeling.”

Milo laughed, placing a kiss to your cheek as he pushed your hair away from your face. You moved your face so that you could place Milos fingers into your mouth. He watched as you sucked on his digits, never breaking eye contact. You removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop.

“Can I take care of you Milo?”

“As much as I would love that darling, I need to be inside you.”

“OKay. How do you want me?”

Milo pulled you off the desk flipping you around so your back was pressed to his chest.

“Lay down darling.”

“Yes sir.”

You did as he asked your ass brushing against his hard on as you did. Milos hands moved to your hips pulling your dress up so that he could get a good view of your ass. He let out a wolf whistle as he grabbed your cheeks.

“Now that’s an ass I could get used to kissing up to.”

“What's stopping you?”

Milos grinned at you leaning down and giving your butt a soft bite. You pressed your face into the desk at the feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Delectable.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me just yet darling. I’m about to ruin you.”

“I wanna see you try.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh hum.”

Milos hands ran up your bare thigh, his fingers toying with the edge of your underwear before ripping it off in one quick motion. You gasped as the cool air hit your exposed cunt. It wasn't long before the chill air was replaced with the feeling of Milo's warm skin. He inched his dick into your pussy slowly, trying not to cum at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him and the sounds of your squeals. Once he was fully inside he tugged your hair, forcing you to lean off the table. You could feel the outline of Milos abs against your back as he leaned down to suck on your neck.

“This is that last warning darling. Last chance to back out. If I start now I won't be able to control myself.”

“Lucian i swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Before you could even fully finish your phrase Milo had laid you back down on the desk and started pistoling into you. He’d bring his dick almost all the way out before plugging it back in all the way. Your nipples rubbed against the wood as your body rocked with Milos movements. You could feel the desk creaking beneath you a twinge of worry entering your system but quickly vanishing. So what if he broke the desk? He could afford a new one. What he couldn't afford was cumming before you. Milo's hands found their way to your clit, rubbing it exactly. He felt you clench around him as you came causing him to reach his own orgasm. Your body fell lip on the desk, whimpering as you felt Milo pull out. You shut your eyes listening to Milo walk to the other end of the room. He returned with a wet towel, gently cleaning up the cum that had started to leak down your thighs. You whispered a small thank you, far too tired to move. Milo threw the towel on the floor, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you off of the desk. He sat down on his chair tugging you into his lap. You nuzzled into Milos neck, sighing contentedly. Milos' hands stroked your hair, observing you as sleep seemed to take over your body. He placed a kiss to your hair breathing in your scent. A scent that had been made for him and only him. Everything was just as it should be: you in Milos arms. The place which you’d always belonged to.

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lostinlewis · 9 months

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prompt idea if you're still taking them: “It was always you, don't you get it? no matter how much I denied it, it was always you and always will be you.”

Cuuute. We love some angst in this house.

Words: 2490

Semi Mature/Angst.

It should have been easier to face him after all the time that had passed, if you had told the version of you that left the house that fateful night with your bags packed, that ten years down the line, a decade since you last saw him, you would still be wracked with nerves that were so intense they induced nausea and the cold air of the winter night did nothing to calm you, you would have been so disappointed in yourself.

What was the point of trying to heal, if you never really did?

When you had accepted the invite you knew there was a risk he would show, he was the brand's ambassador afterall, yet as your driver passed the cars already parked and you spotted his distinctive number plate on the Mercedes, you were shocked to your core with the thought of having to see him.

The best thing about industry dinners was the fact that in a room full of strangers everyone acted like they were long lost best friends. You purposefully held conversation with people you had no business talking to for so long, just so you wouldn’t find yourself without company, just so he wouldn’t find you alone.

You had spotted him the moment you walked into the room, it had never mattered how busy a room was, your eyes somehow always found him, and a decade later that was still the case. He looked great, of course. His hair twisted and sat perfectly on his shoulders, his outfit immaculate as usual.

How was it possible to only get better looking with age?

It was perhaps a little arrogant of you to think he was watching your every move, yet you felt it. You knew that as he listened to people in the industry fawn over him in a way they always had, his attention was only ever on you.

A part of you had hoped that for as long as you kept yourself in company, it would keep him away, and that worked for a little while, until it didn’t.

“Sorry to interrupt…”

His voice sent a violent shiver down your spine as it sounded from just behind you, the hand placed on the small of your back froze you in your spot.

“...Hello.”

He was so slick with how the hold he had on your back turned you into him so he could greet you with a kiss on both cheeks, long drawn out kisses as if he was savouring the feel of your skin after so long.

“Hi Lewis, nice to see you.”

You were polite in your greeting, convincing enough that despite being in close proximity to you, you knew there was no way he nor the women you had been speaking with had any idea that every nerve in your body stood on edge.

“I was just telling someone about you, I said they had to meet you. Ladies, do you mind if I borrow her attention for just a moment?”

The charm had never left him, still with a protective hand on the small of your back, a hand that held you as if he was scared you would disappear, he addressed the question to your company who of course were more than happy to let you leave with him, much to your annoyance.

“Follow me.”

Lewis led you through the groups of people who paid neither of you any mind. Navigating the huge house as if it was his own, he led you to a room down the hallway, a room that was empty with his deceit, a room that held no one but the tension that hung in the air between you both.

“So where is this person I have to meet?”

You knew already he had lied to you, yet you needed to hear him admit to it, for once.

“You know there isn’t a person, you know I wanted to get you alone.”

The hand that had been on the small of your back now stroked your cheek as he stood just an inch from you, so close in fact you could feel the warmth of his breath tickle your skin as your gaze locked onto his as if he had you in a trance that was too powerful for you to break away from.

“W-why?”

Your voice broke with a stutter of nerves as you waited for an answer you were not even sure you were prepared for.

“It has been so long, so so long, I just needed to see you.”

His answer, although full of words, was empty of reasoning. It did nothing to satisfy your question, he told you more by the way he stroked your cheek in a hypnotic rhythm than he had done with his answer.

“You could see me in there, with everyone, why here…why alone?”

There was bravery surrounding your words. So much hurt, so much pain had come from knowing the man that stood just before you, it had taken you a decade to heal, ten whole years for you to find the woman you were outside of Lewis, being alone in the room with him, asking for his intentions with you, was the most dangerous of all territories, yet you did nothing to protect yourself; you were always defenceless against him.

“Because alone…I can do this…”

He kissed you, barely. His lips against yours as if he was scared to hurt you with his desire. His hand held your cheek as still as time as you allowed yourself to be kissed. There was no movement, there was nothing but the connection of your lips, yet the force that ran through you was so powerful you worried your knees might collapse.

“No…no…stop…”

The words fell off your lips without a thought from you, as if your body was speaking for your poisoned mind, you moved away from him to finally break free from the spell he seemed to hold you under for the past five minutes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just-”

“What are you doing, Lewis? This is so wrong.”

The tone of your voice was riddled with disappointment, the look on your face told him of all of the thoughts of regret of having come to the event that night, running through your mind.

“How can kissing you ever be wrong?”

As he inched closer to you, you stepped back, a gradual movement that would carry on for the entirety of your conversation, or as far as the space lasted.

“You’re married, Lewis. What we had was in the past, you’re someone's husband now, you’re nothing of mine.”

His smile was devious, a smile born from you reminding him of his marital status and grown from his disdain for it.

“You’re wrong, you know.”

He stepped towards you once, you stepped back twice more, eager to keep a distance from him, knowing that you were never strong enough to resist his touch twice.

“Is this where you’re going to try and convince me that you are getting a divorce so we can rekindle against the wall and then tomorrow I see pictures of you both together looking as loved up as ever?”

His smile turned into a smirk as he heard how the thought of him taking you up against a wall had crossed your mind too. As smug as ever, the darkness of his eyes bore into you as he paused to let you bask in that thought for a moment, he needed you to think of him fondly, and he remembered how very fond you were of his ability to drive you to the very depths of pleasure.

“No. I’m not divorced, not yet. You were wrong when you said I am nothing of yours, I have always been yours, silly.”

It was hard to tell which was more prominent, your head shaking or your eye roll, but your disdain for his words was loud and clear.

“Maybe ten years ago I might have fallen for your lies, but not now. I am many things, Lewis, but I will never be a homewrecker.”

This time he took two steps towards you as he processed your words, allowing them to hang in the air as he thought of his next sentence, his craving to be closer to you was almost overwhelming for him now, ignoring all the signs of you not wanting to be near him, he moved towards you as if he was powerless against it.

“There is no home to wreck, and besides, you wrecked it a long time ago.”

It was in anger that you moved back now, how dare he blame you for yet another failed relationship? You hadn’t spoken to him in a decade.

The way in which you fell back onto the desk was violent, matching your mood, you scowled at the man who still held the same smirk on his face, the man that watched you sit pretty on the desk as if presenting yourself for him, a man that had finally found the power to stay right where he was stood.

“Please tell me how exactly I had anything to do with your marriage failing, Lewis?”

He could hear the vitriol in your voice, he could almost feel all of the pain he had caused you; he wanted to taste all of the ways you hated him in that moment.

“Because I could never get over you.”

There was no mistaking now that the eye roll you gave him as you stood up, was the loudest thing in the room, possibly the building.

“Whatever Lewis, I am done with hearing your bullshit tonight.”

It was pure desperation that made his reactions as fast as lightning, stopping you from moving anywhere Lewis held your wrist until your feigned fight diminished and your gaze once again locked on to his.

“The night you left was the worst night of my life, losing you is my biggest regret. Shit, why do you even think you were invited tonight?”

“All the work I have done with the brand over the years maybe? Asshole.”

“No no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…Shit I am so bad at this. Please, give me just five more minutes of your time and then if you still want to leave I promise you will never have to see me again.”

The plea in his eyes was pitiful yet you knew there wasn’t a single part of you that would refuse; you wanted to hear what he had to say and so you sat right back on the desk behind you.

“Three minutes.”

The softening of his face when he realised he had a chance told you of how sorry he was.

“I told them to invite you, I told them that the only way I would sign another two year deal with them would be if they invited you tonight.”

“Why?”

There was no kindness in your voice now, your irritability was palpable, yet he was not about to let that knock his confidence.

“Because I am done pretending like you are not the love of my life.”

“Lewis-”

He barely let his name fall off of your tongue before he interrupted you, not prepared to waste a second of the time you had granted him.

“It was always you, don’t you get it? No matter how much I denied it, no matter how many women I distracted myself with, it was always you. The truth is I know that too much time has passed for us to be anything of what we were, and I am not asking you to come back, but I need you to know that it’s you, that it has always been you, that it will always be you.”

The silence was suffocating, the eye contact was choking, yet neither one of you dared to speak another word. You knew you should leave, you knew that ten years worth of healing was not worth losing for one paragraph that should have been said many years ago, but your body failed to move.

You hadn’t noticed it because he was so sly with it, yet Lewis had moved to just in front of you once more, his hand cupping your chin to pull your lips up to meet him once more.

This time you didn’t pull away, this time you kissed him back as if his confession was a code that had unlocked the want of a lifetime within you, you kissed him with all of the might you missed him with.

There was a hunger, a passion, that drove the both of you to be so reckless with your movements. Lewis’ hands fell to your thighs as if they had never left them, wrapping your legs around his waist he pressed into you to remind you of the very part of him you had never been able to replace.

It was only when your fingertips traced down his clothed abs that he felt permission had been granted to take things further with you. Pulling away from your hungry lips, lips that sought his immediately, he satisfied them with a whisper of words for a moment.

“Can I?”

He need not explain what permission he was seeking, you felt the way his fingers danced around the lace seam of your panties, begging you to say yes.

You said not a word out loud, instead you reached for the back of his head, pulling his lips back to yours to tell him exactly what he longed to hear without uttering a single word.

That was the thing about time, it didn’t matter how much of it had passed, nor did it matter how many others you had both tried to fill it with, the very moment he was inside of you once more, you felt a peace you hadn’t felt since the last time he was there.

There was nothing romantic about the way you fucked, there was nothing sweet, tender nor soft, it was raw, it was passionate, it was natural, as natural as taking a breath was. You fit around him as if you were made for each other, and the satisfied moans that left both of your lips with every thrust told of a decade of longing, a decade of unfulfillment, a decade of knowing that the other half of you was seeking solace inside someone so ill fit for the role.

That was the thing about time, no amount of it passing could take away the feeling that comes from being with the person who was made for you. As Lewis fucked you on the desk you felt a euphoria unmatched, even the anxious thought of what was to come for you both the second he pulled out of you, could do nothing to reduce the high.

The truth was it was always Lewis too, and you knew it always would be.

#LHex

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I read your dad Fyodor post and I was wondering if instead of reader getting with Dazai it could be reader getting together with Akutagawa?

fyodor with a daughter dating akutagawa

0.5k words. fem!reader

❥ since the post in question involved reader as fedya's daughter, i'll write fem! reader for this one too! hope you don't mind, nonnie

the dad fyodor post

Now I'm wondering just how Akutagawa my boy ended up with a Dostoevsky. Regardless, I trust that you take care of him well <3

No matter who his daughter is seeing, Fyodor is protective by default. Natural fatherly instincts aside, he has this viewpoint about how humans are foolish and sinful. Crime is as natural as living and breathing, so humans need to be 'saved,' and the world needs to be 'cleansed.'

If that is truly how he views humanity, I don't think he will deem any person worthy to be romantically involved with you. Even if they're a literal saint.

Bonus points if you're a non-gifted, and if you have nothing to do with his Fyodor-typical criminal activities. You're the closest to being 'sinless' and father! Fyodor doesn't want you to get tainted by anything.

Tough luck for Akutagawa because he's a gifted and he commits crimes for a living💀

Again, father! Fyodor will be more protective and controlling than brother! Fyodor. Simply because the sense of responsibility and belonging is bigger, and he has more power in his position as your parent.

See? Your dad just wants the best for you <3

The whole 'you-are-not-worthy-of-my-kid' aside, Fedya sometimes uses Akutagawa as a pivotal piece in his grand schemes. I feel like he won't specifically dislike him, but he absolutely loves you! That being said, father! Fedya might indulge you and let you meet your dearest Akutagawa—until he finds him better off dead than alive in his quest of creating a world without ability users.

The man, as pale as the winter in your homeland, with steps as light as its snow—your father approaches your disconsolate state. As cold as his appearance may appear, his gesture is warm as he drapes his dark coat over your trembling self, a hand resting on your shoulder while the other comfortingly rubs circles your back.

"What did I tell you? The world is just as sinful as it is unfair," he said. "Sacrifices are eventually inevitable. But it's okay за́йка¹, you're safe with me now," he hushes your silent laments as a hand moves to pet your head.

I mean—look at what happened to Aku in the manga// I'm so sorry, I just love making this man evil.

Alternatively, Fyodor will make an exception because Akutagawa looks very polite :) Just for your fondness for your beloved, he might pull some strings and, let's say, exclude Akutagawa from whatever disaster he is planning for the detective agency, the government, or the Port Mafia.

Akutagawa can be such a sweetheart. I think if he ever gets the chance to meet father! Fyodor, he won't be intimidated, as per se. But he will try his best to be respectful. Because duh, Fyodor is the father of his s/o—as long as he doesn't know his soon-to-be father-in-law might pose a threat to the mafia and/or his sister.

Akutagawa does have this traditionalist vibes and so does Fedya. He obeys people he respects too. So anon you're up to something, this might actually work??

зайка¹ and any other diminutives of заяц (ZAyats)—bunny rabbit—are used when speaking to loved ones, very close friends, and children (source). //cmiiw

honestly, i'm interested in hearing everyone's interpretation of fedya's character. figuring out this man got my brain in a backflip ngl i just kept on making him kill everyone🥲

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #platonic fyodor #fyodor x reader #akutagawa x reader

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Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 5

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 4012

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Cross posted on A03

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist A03

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Aelinor was beaming when she finally reached the chambers that had been allotted to her family. After nine long years, her reunion with Aemond had been everything she had hoped for. And Aemond…well he was certainly more than she had hoped for.

But when she stepped through the doors, she found her family sulking in tense silence.

“Whatever has happened?” She asked, causing her mother to look up from her seat.

“Our meeting with the Queen did not go as planned.” Rhaenyra sighed.

“And the King?” Aelinor moved to take baby Viserys from the nursemaid, holding her half-brother close to her chest.

Rhaenyra clenched her fist, looking toward where Daemon stood in the window. “My father is…not well.”

Aelinor frowned at that, easily bouncing the baby on her hip. She did not like to hear that her grandfather was unwell, though she couldn’t pretend that it was a surprise. His health had not been good for as long as she had known him. But it saddened her to think of the man who had taught her to paint marble figurines and who had always had a seat for her on his knee as suffering and in pain.

Daemon smacked the wall loudly, causing everyone to flinch. “That green bitch has let Viserys rot, all the while she paints the halls with her damned piety. It’s borderline treason.”

Aelinor lifted her skirt as she made her way to a small sofa, setting Viserys down before sitting next to Lucerys. “Well this isn’t good.”

“They’ve been like this since we got back,” He whispered. “You’re just lucky that you missed the screaming.”

“There was screaming?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m almost disappointed to have missed it.”

A hand wrapped around her shoulders, and she nearly screamed as Jacaerys pulled her back against his chest. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

He snorted, leaning over the back of the couch to hold onto her. “You said you were almost disappointed, sister. Would that ‘almost’ have something to do with who you were talking to?”

“Jace!” She hissed. “Shut your—”

“What is this, Aelinor?” Her mother asked, both of her parents now staring at her. “You were talking to someone?”

She winced. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep Aemond a secret, only that she knew her parents would not be pleased to see her take up with him again. They weren’t children anymore, and if their parents had seen no issues in them being close as children, it would be impossible to avoid the political implications now.

“Yes,” she coughed. “Lord Vaemond. He was arriving just as I went to meet the boys in the yard.”

“Oh,” Her mother relaxed. “And did he…say anything about this entire affair?”

Luc tensed beside her, and she reached around the baby to pat his leg. “No, Mother. Or, nothing more than some low-effort jibes. But we were in the training yard, so I doubt he would have started anything.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Rhaenyra sighed.

“Who else were you talking to, Aelinor?” Jace teased, unwilling to let the matter go.

She shook off his grip and reached back to smack him on the head. “Gods, you are insufferable. Can’t you just keep—”

“Who else, Aelinor?” Rhaenyra asked.

Aelinor sighed, picking at the fabric of her skirt. Lying was not in her nature, but she could tell just from the stiff set of her mother’s mouth, and how Daemon loomed behind her, that this was not something that they would just brush aside.

“I was speaking to Aemond,” she said finally. “We met him in the yard.”

“And then he chased after her because—”

Aelinor threw a fist back, catching her elder brother in the shoulder. “I hate you.”

“You adore me.” He snickered.

“Children!” Her mother snapped. “This is serious. What did you speak of with Aemond, Aelinor?”

“Nothing,” She insisted. “We haven’t seen each other in nine years, we were just catching up.”

“You two used to be joined at the hip, and you expect me to believe that you were just catching up?” There was nothing accusatory in her mother’s voice, only something like resignation.

“Truly, mother.” She insisted. “He is…he is my friend. I don’t know what else you expect.”

Daemon scoffed, and Aelinor was unable to bite her tongue.

“What should I have told him, Prince Daemon?” She demanded. “Perhaps how you have Luc and Jace practicing battle formations on dragonback? Or should I just outright accused his mother of treachery, as you have just done?”

“Aelinor!” Her mother protested.

“You should mind your tongue,” Daemon frowned. “I do not expect you to understand why—”

“I understand plenty!” Aelinor stood. “I know that we are here to support Lucerys’ claim, and I know that both of you fear that your time away from court has irreparably damaged our reputations. But surely it does no one any good for us to come in with our armor up. As if we have something to hide.”

“We have nothing to hide.” Rhaenyra insisted.

“Exactly!” Aelinor closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I only think that the best thing we can do is to act like we belong. I don’t see how this scheming and sniping can get anything done.”

“Scheming and sniping is how kings are made.” Daemon said. “However unfortunate that may be.”

“Then I leave you to it.” She said. “But I will have no part.”

“You already have a part in it!” Daemon began. “Just by existing, you validate your—”

“Daemon!” Rhaenyra held up a hand. She carefully eased herself out of her chair, one hand on her stomach. “Aelinor, we talked about this.”

“We talked about presenting a united front.” Aelinor said, “I fail to see how this is undermining that. As far as the court should be concerned, we are family.”

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, steadying herself. “That notion is not incorrect.”

Aelinor was a little surprised to hear that admission. She had expected more resistance, considering how heartily everyone had resisted her friendship with Aemond when they were children. “Truly?”

“Truly.” Her mother nodded. “You are a woman now, Aelinor, and I will not harp on your every move. I only implore you to remember your family in all this.”

“Of course I will, Mother.” She gave a small smile.

“And,” Rhaenyra added. “Remember that, as you are no longer a child, the implications of your friendship with Aemond may be…different than before.”

Luc and Jace snickered, and Aelinor whirled to glare at them.

“I understand, Mother.” She smiled, some of her satisfaction fading at the look Daemon leveled her.

“Now I must rest,” Rhaenyra said. “I think I shall take dinner in my chamber this evening. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

The children all watched as Daemon helped Rhaenyra from the room, collecting the small children before they left and leaving the older ones to fend for themselves for dinner. It made sense, as all of them were exhausted from the day and would relish the opportunity to relax in solitude.

As soon as her parents were out of sight, Aelinor turned to glare at Jace. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?”

“Not when teasing you is so fun.” He laughed.

“You’re an ass.” She shook her head. “Luc, you continue to be my favourite.”

Luc beamed. “You’re my favourite too.”

“And you’re both pathetic.” Jace rolled his eyes. “I’m going to go unpack and then return to the training yard. I’ll see you both later.”

Aelinor gave him a crude gesture as he left. Once he was gone, she dropped back onto the couch next to Luc. He reached out and played with a piece of her hair, something she could remember him doing when he was only a babe.

“It’s strange, being back here.” He said quietly. “Everything feels different.”

“It does. But I think we’re different too.” She replied. “Maybe we just need to give ourselves time to settle in.”

“Maybe,” He hummed. “At least you have Aemond. Was it nice to see him again?”

‘Nice’ didn’t even begin to describe her elation at seeing Aemond. “It…yes,it was nice.”

“That’s good.” Luc looked down at the hair twining his fingers.

“Chin up,” Aelinor nudged him. “Things will get better. We all used to be friends, once. We can be friends again.”

Luc shook his head. “Aegon is…he’s something else now. And Aemond was never our friend.”

“What? Of course he was.”

“No, Aelinor, he wasn’t.” Luc sighed. “He only ever liked you. He hated us. And with good reason.”

“His own brother teased him as much as you or Jace did.” Aelinor frowned, remembering how they used to torment him. She had hated it, even hating her brothers some days for what they did. Now that she was older, she knew that it was just boys being cruel, and that she couldn’t hold it against them. Surely Aemond wouldn’t either.

“Yes, but…” Luc trailed off.

“But what?” She prompted.

“I’m the one who cut out his eye.”

Aemond was waiting outside the library as the sun set, pretending to study the fading light on the horizon as he paced back and forth. She wasn’t late — in fact he was early — but his nerves were already standing on end. What if she didn’t come? He knew that if it were up to Aelinor, she would be there, but there were any number of things that might stop her. One of her brothers could turn her against him, or her mother might forbid her from meeting him.

He had no doubt that his own mother would have tried to prevent their dinner, which was why he had avoided his family all day. This was beyond them, and it was something they would never understand.

“Aemond!” He turned toward her voice, and his mouth went dry.

Aelinor was rushing down the hallway with hurried steps, holding her skirt above her ankles as her shoes clicked against the stone. She had changed into a new dress, this one of a dark purple velvet that cut closely to her figure, betraying the slope of her waist and the shape of her hips. Her hair was unbound, flowing like liquid silver as she ran toward him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” She exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of him. “I had to wait for Jace to be in his chambers so that I could sneak away.”

He had to swallow a few times before he regained the ability to speak. “Will he give you trouble?”

She waved her hand. “Nothing serious, he just likes to tease. Besides, Luc agreed to cover for me.”

The thought of Jacaerys and Lucerys filled him with something between rage and jealousy. For nine years he had seethed at the thought of them spending time with her, of them not appreciating her for what she was. Now she was here, with him, and yet her brothers seemed ever-present.

But he forced his face to remain passive, extending a hand to Aelinor with a small bow. “Well then, shall we?”

“Oh, we shall!” Aelinor beamed, grabbing his hand in hers. She ignored the proper etiquette, which would have demanded that she gently place her fingers in his, allow him to bow over it, and then quickly resume an appropriate distance. Instead she entwined her fingers through his, holding him tightly in her grip. It made Aemond’s head spin as he rose out of his bow. This was all so easy for her, to just fall into how things used to be, when all he could think about was how much things had changed.

He opened the door to the library, allowing her to step through first before following. She let their joined hands fall to her side, his knuckles brushing the soft velvet of her dress.

The King’s library was one of Aemond’s favourite places in the castle, and it had been since he was a child. The looming shelves cast a dark shadow across the room, which on a normal night would create an almost unsettling atmosphere. But the first thing Aelinor saw when she stepped into the room was the small table set up in front of the large picture window, with dozens of small candles propped up on piles of books to accentuate the light of the moon. It had taken Aemond close to an hour to get everything perfect, but from the smile on Aelinor’s face, he had succeeded.

“Aemond, this is wonderful!” She exclaimed, letting her hand slide from his as she rushed forward, spinning around to take it all in. “However did you manage all this?”

“A prince has his ways,” He said with false bravado.

She gave a little snort, quickly covering her mouth as she looked away. He grinned, deciding to let that pass without teasing her.

“You’re ridiculous,” She shook her head.

“Only the best,” He stepped past her and pulled out a chair. “Princess?”

With an exaggerated swish of her skirts, Aelinor dropped into the chair. He had removed the heavy oak table, shoving it into one of the aisles out of sight, and pushed one of the smaller study tables up against the window bench. When they were younger, they had spent many hours curled up on that bench while Aemond read stories to her, but he had opted for two chairs this time.

He grabbed the rolling cart from one of the aisles, pouring some wine into both of their glasses before filling a third glass with some sweet ale, which he set in front of her. Only then did he sit in his own seat.

Aelinor was studying the spread of food on the cart, which was laden with enough bread, meat, cheese and desserts to feed a small village.

“You intend to serve us yourself?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,” He took a sip of his wine. “We can’t very well keep this a secret if I have a flight of servants waiting on us.”

She glanced toward the table, with its silver place settings, and then to the many candles flickering around them. “And these?”

“All done by myself,” He added. “I didn’t cook, obviously, but the cook is hardly going to reveal us.”

She was silent for a long moment, and he worried that perhaps he had gone too far. He knew that his brother would ridicule him for putting in this much work, for spending an hour arranging candles and folding napkins, but he had strived to make everything perfect.

But Aelinor just smiled. “It is exceptional. You have given me quite the challenge to beat you next time.”

Next time . The thought filled him with warmth.

Aelinor took a sip of her ale, turning to look out the window. “The city hasn’t changed.”

“Did you expect it to?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I’m not sure. But I think it’s reassuring, in a way. That no matter how much else is different, the view from the library is the same.”

“I suppose that’s true. But what all do you think has changed?”

Aelinor hummed, considering her answer. Aemond took the opportunity to begin serving some of the bread and cheese, serving it smoothly onto their plates.

“Everything and nothing has changed.” She said finally. “The halls are the same, but the tapestries are different. The Kingsguard is the same, but some of the knights are new. And the courtiers still whisper and scheme, but I’m more aware of it now. So perhaps that hasn’t changed, and only I have. And you…”

He looked up quickly. “I have changed?”

She nodded slowly. “You have.”

He felt his heart drop from his chest. Was this it, then? Had she finally seen him for what he had become, and she was turning away? Perhaps the whispers of the court had already reached her and turned her mind.

Aelinor saw the worry on his face, and reached across the table to squeeze his wrist. “You have changed, Aemond. You’re even better than I remembered.”

Gods, was he blushing. Embarrassment flooded him, and he coughed quickly to hide it. “You don’t wear your glove anymore.”

Aelinor lifted her injured hand, letting the draped fabric of the sleeve fall away to reveal the injury. “I do, just not if I can help it. I’m sure I’ll wear one to the ball tomorrow.”

“You shouldn’t if you don’t want to.” He insisted.

She smiled. “Then maybe I won’t.”

They fell into comfortable silence as they ate the first part of their meal, each of them sneaking glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Aelinor spread some soft cheese on her bread, peering around the empty library. “This room doesn’t seem to get much use anymore.”

“No,” Aemond admitted. “I come when I can, but only the Maesters visit to maintain it.”

“Hm,” She frowned. “And my Grandfather?”

Aemond shook his head. “I have not seen him well enough to get out of bed in several months. He has not visited in…a long time.”

Aelinor turned her head, studying a set of heavy mahogany doors. “His chambers are right through there?”

“Yes.”

“And he is not even well enough to travel to the next room,” She sighed. “It is…it saddens me to hear it.”

“It saddens us all,” Aemond agreed, not liking the melancholy expression that had overcome her face. “But you must tell me more of you, Lina.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” He searched for something to distract her. “Darrax. You are flying now? What is he like?”

The thought of her dear dragon caused a bright smile to spread across her face. “Darrax is…he is a dream. He was ever so patient when I was learning to fly, and now he is a positive beast, in the best of ways.”

“He’s grown, then?”

“Yes. He is only slightly smaller than Vermithor. Though truthfully he still grows, and I have not seen Vermithor in several years.”

“But he’s bigger than the dragons your brothers have?”

Aelinor gave him a sly look. “Of course he is. Did you ever doubt it?”

“Certainly not,” Aemond popped a bite of cheese in his mouth. “He’s bonded to a true Targaryen princess, I would expect nothing less.”

It took him a moment to realize what he had said, and by then Aelinor’s eyes had only darkened.

“That was unkind, Aemond.” She said quietly.

“I did not mean…” He said hurriedly. “Only that you are…and that they are…”

“I know what you meant, Aemond.” She sighed. “May I be frank with you?”

“Always.” He was internally cursing himself for letting his inner thoughts slip. These years at court, far away from the Princess Rhaenyra’s family, had made him forget himself.

“I know what people say about us, about my mother and my brothers,” She began, excluding herself from the group. “And there is not much I can do to stop it. But I would hope for better from you. If only out of…out of your affection for me.”

“I swear, Lina. I only meant—”

“I know you are loyal to your mother, and perhaps even to your brother, but I had hoped that—”

“Lina!” He exclaimed, reaching across the table. Her hand was too far away for him to reach, which was probably for the best. “I swear, my loyalty…there is nothing that could compete with my affection for you.”

That was dangerously close to a declaration, and both of them knew it.

Aemond slowly drew his hand back across the table. “May I ask you a question? One that is perhaps a bit…frank?”

“Of course you may,” Her wide violet eyes were sparkling with the candlelight.

Aemond swallowed, trying to organize the jumble of thoughts in his mind. “Is it…only we had heard rumours…about you and Jacaerys.”

“Oh,” She glanced down at her lap. “Yes. It would seem so.”

His fingernails dug into the table. “And you…you’re happy with this?”

Gods, if she said she was unhappy to be marrying Jace, he wasn’t sure what he might do. He might censor himself around Aelinor, but there was no way that that grubby bastard deserved her.

Aelinor just shrugged. “It is my mother’s wish, and I am willing to do what she asks.”

“But are you happy?”

“Was Aegon happy to marry Helaena?”

He saw the point she was trying to make, but if she knew the truth of it, knew what kind of a leech his brother had become, or how wretchedly unhappy Helaena was, she would not be drawing the comparison.

‘If you…if you didn’t want to…”

“Then I’m sure my mother would respect that choice,” Aelinor said, and he sensed that she honestly believed that. “It’s alright, Aemond.”

It wasn’t even close to alright, but he had to pretend that it was. For her. He had to pretend that he wasn’t fighting the urge to run Jacaerys through with his sword, and Lucerys too, just for good measure.

“But enough about me,” Aelinor said. “Tell me of Vhagar. You had only ridden her once the last time we saw each other.”

It was easy to let her change the subject, though the thought of her and Jace loomed in his mind as they dissolved into easy conversation that carried them well into the night. Eventually Aelinor migrated from her chair to the cushioned window seat, gesturing impatiently until Aemond took a seat at her side.

She rested her cheek on the cold window, sighing happily. Aemond stared, trying to memorize her features. She was content and a bit sleepy, but still smiling brightly as she looked at the dull lights of King’s Landing below them, and he found that he wanted to remember her forever.

“Are you happy to be back?” He asked quietly.

She shifted closer, her thigh brushing against his knee. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been this happy.” She admitted. “It’s like coming home.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He whispered.

“Gods, I’ve missed you too.” She lifted her head to face him. “I honestly thought that we might never see each other again.”

“But we did. We have.” His fingers traced over her injured hand, gliding up her wrist before gently lacing his fingers through hers. “You can’t imagine how empty this place has been without you.”

“Can’t I?” She chuckled. “Try being at Dragonstone. With only Luc and J—”

“Don’t talk about them.” He frowned.

“Why Aemond,” Aelinor teased, leaning closer. “Are you jealous?”

He felt himself being drawn in, until they were only a breath apart. “Always, Lina. Always.”

Her eyes were fluttering closed, her face shifting until he felt her nose brush against his. Another second, another breath and they would be—”

The heavy mahogany door creaked behind them, and they jerked away.

“What was that?” Aelinor exclaimed.

Aemond jumped up and studied the door to his father’s chambers. It was firmly closed, but still, someone must have opened it for it to have made a sound. It was too heavy to creak in a passing draft.

“It must have been one of the maesters.” He said finally. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“If they saw…” Aelinor began.

If they saw what they had been about to do. How close Aemond had just come to ruining Aelinor’s reputation. She was engaged, and he had almost…almost…

Gods, why hadn’t he kissed her.

“I’ll track them down in the morning,” He promised. “But I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.”

Aelinor didn’t look convinced, but she nodded anyway. Standing slowly from the bench, she smoothed out her dress. “I should get back.”

It was past midnight, and tomorrow was the ball. He shouldn’t have kept her this long, and yet he hadn’t been able to help himself.

“I’ll walk you back to your chambers.”

“No, someone might see,” She sighed, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze. “Thank you, Aemond. Tonight was perfect.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course you will,” She smiled. “Save me a dance?”

“Always.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #fanfiction #fanfic #lady of the ashes

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guess-my-next-obsession · 9 months

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Twelve: An Arrival In The Countryside

pairing: victorian au!javi gutiérrez x oc (Florence Bell)/victorian au!frankie morales x Florence

rating: M (lots and lots of pining and angst, one mild steamy moment but nothing explicit, a whole lotta these three breaking my heart)

wc: 3.2k

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“Oh, look, my love!” called Poppy as she stood near the window beside their seats on the ship, her button nose practically pressed up against the glass. “I think that’s the harbor.”

Frankie closed the book in his lap and set it in the seat beside him before standing behind her to look out of the window, the sight of England so close stirring feelings of nostalgia and guilt in his gut.

“You’re quite right,” he said, swallowing down the worry that crept up his throat. Poppy turned to look at him, their bodies so close that one rock of the ship would have them sharing a kiss, and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Are you excited to be home?” she asked in a shaky whisper, her focus clearly on the soft bow of his lips.

“I am,” he answered truthfully. “But I must admit that I am also a bit nervous to see how things have changed, how…how my home has changed.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gone away, my love,” she smiled, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I am sure everything is just as you left it.”

“I don’t think it could ever be,” he said, though she had little idea as to what he really meant.

“Mr. Morales, do you have a moment?” Mr. Bell stepped over with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Poppy stepped away from both of them with a polite nod, choosing to sit beside Anna and her betrothed while the men chatted. Frankie resumed his spot at his seat while Mr. Bell sat in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “I wanted to speak with you for a moment before our journey concludes.”

“What would you like to speak about?” Frankie asked, his thumbs anxiously brushing over the expensive material of his trousers, a luxury he could only afford thanks to the employment of the man in front of him.

“Well, as you know, I’ve heard all about the situation at the Bell House, and unlike my brother who has little sympathy in regards to matters of the heart, I am a romantic,” he smiled. “And as a romantic, I feel overwhelmed by the thought of you and my niece reuniting only for her to find that you’ve already promised yourself to another, but it isn’t my feelings on the matter that I wish to discuss. No, I’m much more concerned with your feelings.”

Frankie took in a deep breath and flashed his eyes over to Poppy who sat laughing with her hand over her mouth at a crude drawing of Anna’s, her poise and beauty a stark contrast to everyone around her. He found himself wishing that this radiance she exuded was enough to rid him of all thoughts of Florence, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not stop his thoughts.

“I suppose I’m feeling overwhelmed as well,” Frankie said. “I…have the ability to comprehend that Poppy is the best thing for me, that this life I’m living in America is the most luxurious I’ve ever lived, but deep inside, I still feel like that orphan boy from the countryside who’s sick in love with a woman I can never have. A woman that I’m not even sure thinks of me. And all I do is think of her, day and night. She…has affected everything. If the air is warm, the clouds are gone, the sky is blue, I can almost feel myself in that garden again. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips. It’s…a sickness I cannot shake or treat.”

“And your solution to rid yourself of this sickness, as you call it, is to promise your life away to a woman? A perfectly fine woman that still has time left to find a man who adores her like you do my niece?” he chuckled. “I thought you were a smarter man than that, Mr. Morales.”

“Florence is moving on with her life,” Frankie shrugged. “It’s only fair that I should move on with my own.”

“Ah, that would be true if my niece was indeed moving on as you say, but I have yet to receive an invitation to any ceremony,” he countered. “How many engagements have you known to go on for nearly half a year in these times? I can’t say I’ve ever met a couple who lasted longer than three months before wedding.”

“I believe that she loves him, and that she will marry him,” Frankie said in a hushed voice, as though he could hardly will himself to say it. “And even so, Lord and Lady Bell would never allow it—“

“Not to a poor man,” Mr. Bell smirked. “You’re no longer a poor man.”

“To Lady Elizabeth, I will always be a poor man,” Frankie argued.

“Perhaps,” Mr. Bell weighed his head to the side. “Perhaps her opinion will change once she sees what you’ve made of yourself.”

“Even so—“

“I’ve never seen a man so in love and so afraid of it being reciprocated,” Mr. Bell noted. “Let us imagine for a moment, shall we? If my dear niece were to show up at this wedding and lay eyes on you, would you run to her or from her?”

“I’d hide before she can see me,” he quipped.

“Be serious, now,” Mr. Bell scolded. “What would instinct have you do?”

“I suppose I’d stand still,” he said. “I’d give her the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to acknowledge me.”

“And then?”

“And then,” Frankie shook his head and let out a chuckle. “And then I’d ruin myself over her. A million times over if that’s what she’d ask of me.”

“And then you’d tell her of your engagement? After you’ve allowed her to ruin you?” he asked.

“If I allowed her to ruin me, there would be no engagement,” he said simply, as though there was no room for any other possibility.

“If all it takes is one look, one moment of her acknowledging your existence to leave Miss Poppy, do you really think this engagement will last the rest of the summer?”

Frankie looked at him for a moment, stunned by his question, before shaking his head in puzzlement.

“I do not know,” he said defeatedly. “I hope.”

“I certainly haven’t missed England,” Javi commented, glancing out of the window of the carriage as he sat in front of Florence, Leo at his side coloring. “At least the weather is favorable.”

Florence sighed, her behind aching from the long and bumpy ride that’s taken them a week so far. The only reprieve the trio had was in the evenings when they’d check into their respective rooms at various countryside inns, the watchful eyes of the old innkeepers forcing Javi and Florence from sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I will go mad if I stay in this carriage another day,” she declared, laying across the padded bench dramatically. “Please tell me this is our last day of travel?”

An empathetic frown grew on Javi’s face as he turned to look at her in all her agony and boredom.

“The footman thinks it’ll take another day at the very least,” he said. “I apologize, mi vida. I wish I could simply snap a finger and have us there at your family estate.”

“Can’t we stay at your home?” she asked.

“I suppose, but—“

“I don’t care to spend a single evening under the same roof as my entire family,” she continued, sitting up.

“Anna will be distracted with her fiancé,” Leo chimed in, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “Please, Flo, stay with us.”

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

“Is it Mr. Frankie you’re worried about?” he asked, too young to realize the extent of the valley between Florence and Frankie, not to mention the animosity between him and Javi.

“I have no thoughts or opinions on Mr. Morales,” she said full of pride, her arms crossing over her shoulders. “Besides, I doubt very seriously that mother will let him into the home after everything.”

“Well, I cannot wait to see him. I want to ask him about America, about the ship he took, about the ocean, about—“

Javi cleared his throat as jealousy crept up from his chest, pulling Florence’s gaze to his.

“Perhaps we should stop for the evening,” she suggested, reaching her hand across the space between them to touch his knee. “Where are we?”

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say we’re just south of London, but I’m not certain,” he said, resting his hand over hers and lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll ring for the footman to stop.”

“Thank you, my sweet love,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

“My darling!” Lord Bell called as Anna stepped out of the carriage with an uncharacteristic smile, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she welcomed him in for a hug. “How was your journey?”

“It was wonderful, father,” she beamed, letting go of him to turn around and meet her fiancé’s eyes. “I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Andrew York.”

“Hello,” Lord Thomas greeted the young man, holding his hand out for him to shake. “I heard you’re an Ivy League man.”

“I am, indeed,” Andrew smiled. “I graduated just last year and have begun working at my father’s firm.”

“Law?”

“Finance,” he clarified. “Mr. Bell introduced us.”

“Ah, yes, where is my dear younger brother?”

Joseph climbed out of the carriage after Frankie, the two of them helping Poppy out before Joseph made his way over.

“Tommy,” Joseph grinned, tugging his brother in for a tight, albeit rough, embrace. “How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s inside with Benjamin and Maribel,” Lord Thomas replied, his eyes trained on Frankie as he remained by the carriage, clearly on edge being back at the estate. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing…guests.”

“Oh, Mr. Morales? He’s proven to be quite a good friend to me,” Joseph said, pulling away from his brother to give him a warning look. “He’s my guest, Thomas. More than that, he was a fine employee to you and your family.”

“Fine is an interesting word to use,” Thomas chided before looking back at Frankie and Poppy, forcing a smile onto his face. “Mr. Morales, what a pleasure to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

“This is my…fiance,” Frankie managed, the word feeling strange on his tongue now that he was back home. “Poppy Greenier.”

“French?” Thomas asked.

“My grandfather was a frenchman, yes,” she smiled, unaware of the tension. “Though by now, I would say we’re all very American.”

“Charming,” Thomas forced a chuckle. “Well, Mr. Morales, I’m afraid we have quite a full house. Would you mind staying in the cottage?”

“Of course not,” he answered quickly, the thought of being back in his home acting as an anchor in this turbulent sea of tension and nostalgia.

“Very good,” he nodded. “Miss Greenier, I’ll have one of our maids show you to your room. Dinner will be served within the hour.”

“Thank you dearly for your hospitality,” she choked. “Your home is the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can thank my wife for that,” Thomas laughed sincerely, taken by Poppy’s warmth just like everyone else she came in contact with.

Frankie placed a kiss onto Poppy’s hand and bid her goodbye before making his way through the overgrown and under-watered garden, the sight alone stinging his chest like a stab wound to the heart, to his little cottage that rested on the edge of the property. He sighed at the state of the place he used to call home, the ivy leaves he’d take care to manicure now growing wildly over the dusty window. With a gentle shove to open the creaky, wooden door, Frankie let his eyes close as the familiar smell of wood and linen flooded his nostrils, the scent taking him back to the summer previous when he’d spend every single night reading to Florence after carefully taking her apart, only to do it all again.

A lump grew in his throat as he ran his fingers over the mantle of the fireplace, his fingertips turning black with dust and soot, much like how he imagined the state of his heart would be if he could take it out and hold it in his hands.

All the nights spent here, before and after her, it all came back to him in an instant.

This was his home, this was where he longed to be, this was the life he wanted to live.

America had given him plenty, and any normal man would’ve been satisfied with wealth and freedom and a beautiful, gentle woman on their arm, but Frankie had never considered himself a normal man. He was too gentle, to solemn, too introspective to crave anything but the green around him and that complicated and beautiful woman he once knew.

Sighing again, he slouched down onto the beat up sofa, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he thought hard about the last year and the choices he’d made. If only he would’ve pressed harder, he would be with her now. Perhaps not here, but somewhere they could call their own. A tiny cottage in the woods where they could stay up all night talking if they wanted, a garden that they could share without fear of being caught, perhaps even a family of their own that could be raised away from all of the classism and societal pressures that drove Florence away in the first place.

Needing a moment to himself before having to put on a brave face, Frankie got up and crawled into his old bed, the sheets and blanket a little less than clean, but he didn’t mind. If he pressed his nose into the pillow he swore he could smell her rose scented perfume, and when he hugged his blanket to his body, it almost felt like he was holding her. For now, this would have to do. A fantasy would have to get him by, because what else could? Certainly not the people inside the manor an acre away, not even the person he impulsively chose to spend the rest of his life with.

Florence, Leo, and Javi had all gotten settled at their inn for the night in Swanley, their stomachs filled with a potato soup cooked by the wife of the innkeeper. Florence and Leo shared a room while Javi slept by himself, tossing and turning with the thought of Florence and Frankie’s reunion.

Florence couldn’t sleep either, her little brother’s snoring and the large oak tree outside of the inn scraping against the window keeping her from finding any real rest. Turning to her brother in the next bed, she waited a moment before whispering his name to make sure he was fast asleep, and when she was met with no response, she carefully and quietly peeled her blanket back and stood up, creeping towards the door and opening it. With a watchful eye, she looked down the hallway and staircase for any sign of the innkeeper, but it seemed both he and his wife were fast asleep. Tiptoeing across the hall to Javi’s room, she slowly turned the knob and peeked her head in, finding him wide awake, sitting at his desk sketching.

“Javi,” she whispered, watching as his head snapped over in her direction, his eyes widening as she let herself in and walked to where he sat.

“My love,” he whispered back. “What if the innkeeper—“

“No one’s awake,” she assured, lifting her nightgown to sit around her thighs as she threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Javi’s hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing her way up to his lips, her hips rocking against his. “No…I need you, Javi.”

Javi wanted to reciprocate, but his worries kept him from enjoying the moment, and when she reached down between their bodies, she found him soft. Pulling back, she studied his eyes with a furrow in her brow.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hardly audible. “I want to, but—“

“No,” she nodded and climbed off of him, her eyes fixing on the hardwood beneath her feet as she nervously combed her curls behind her ear. “It was wrong of me to assume—“

“Florence,” Javi said, standing and settling his hands on either side of her face. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to touch you, but…I have too much on my mind.”

“Such as?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his round, chocolate orbs. Javi shook his head and pursed his lips, unable to voice his fears to her.

“I don’t wish to burden you as well,” he said.

“If I’m to be your wife, aren’t I meant to share the burden?” she asked, her brows lacing together in mild irritation at his constant need to shield her. “Javi, I am a grown woman, I can handle the realities of the world we’re in. Is it your art? Your finances? Your father? I can take some of this weight off you if you let me—“

“It’s not yours to bear,” he said, pulling away from her and walking to the bed to settle into it. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but—“

“If I’d like?” she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at him. “I think I’d rather sleep alone.”

“As you wish,” he managed, though his heart ached with hurt caused by his own internal war.

He watched her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind her. He almost would’ve preferred if she’d slammed it, her gentle resignation stabbing him in the chest. Standing back up, he walked over to the desk, opening his sketchbook to stare at his drawing—Florence’s face sketched in charcoal. He wondered how many pages of his notebook were filled with her likeness, how many hours he’d spent drawing and imagining her. Sometimes he worried that he knew those images better than he knew her as a person, but it was easier to fall in love with a two-dimensional imagining than it was proving to be with the real thing. Those drawings would never leave him, never betray or lie to him, but Florence could. One look at Frankie and she might be lost forever.

Only time could tell.

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the-owl-tree · 1 year

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I know you haven't posted a profile leader of the isekai girls' clan yet, and if you don't have all the details for them ironed out yet (besides Honeypaw and Frostblaze both being the leaders kits) that's all good. But while looking at your latest post about the au, it got me thinking: how do you think the leader feels about 'Honeypaw''s sudden personality change, unnatural (because they're human moves) new fighting style, and tendency to walk on her hind legs? Because I'd imagine even if they weren't particularly close before Honey replaced her, it'd definitely be eyebrow raising to someone who knew her beforehand.

i'll definitely be putting the parents on my to-do list since I have thought of them, mainly because my inspiration is a mix of things that made go oooh yes or pissed me off so badly i stole them JUST to tear them apart in this lol

Honeypaw's relationship with her father, Owlstar, is strained. His relationship with her mother is purely political: he wants an heir, she wanted to join their Clan. In the books (from Frostblaze's perspective), he's written as an aloof but noble cat who can be stern but only because he cares. In the "real" world of the book...he's a standoffish, absent father who cares little about Honeypaw (due to her lack of resemblance to him) and often speaks of his disappointment (despite him having little presence in her life to guide her).

When the real Honeypaw is killed, he is sad and he does grieve...but doesn't stay for the ceremony. When she does come, he's happy! He welcomes her, nuzzles her in greeting, and visits her in the medic's den as she recovers...but it's also stilted, awkward, and suffocating for them both. He says very little and sometimes scolds her for her recklessness (and while in the book this is passed off as him "caring but struggling show it", in practice...it just comes off as apathy to Honey & Honeypaw).

I'd imagine her first few moons of weirdness is him passing it off as a cry for attention until it continues...and not only does she no longer seek his approval, she actively avoids him. Honey would realize his and Honeypaw's relationship is strained pretty early on and, to keep Honeypaw from being in a bad mood and also to avoid having her own father scold her (her body more than her soul), basically stays out of his way.

I can't imagine he'd investigate too much, he's more preoccupied with his successful heir (even if he can't reveal her yet). It's only when Honeypaw continues to poke around, find out more secrets than she's supposed to that he begins to really question what's going on.

Honeypaw's mother, Beesnap, is also different than in her story form. In the book, she's written as a volatile, self-absorbed mother who defends Honeypaw with her fierce temper no matter what her daughter does. When Honey actually meets her? Beesnap is a rogue-born she-cat and her status as truly a member of the Clan is always being questioned. As a result of being isolated and demeaned, she put on a facade of confidence and snootiness, intent on not letting them get to her. When Honeykit was born, her only daughter, she vowed to make sure her child had a better life in the Clan than she'd be given - resulting in her fierce outbursts to defend her child. Owlstar is absent in Honeypaw's life and that only made Beesnap more focused on protecting her.

Beesnap knows something's going on with her kid but doesn't confront her for some reason. She becomes a cat that Honey goes to advice to often when Splashpaw is busy. Eventually I think Honey does try to reveal the truth...but Beesnap probably doesn't take the fact that her beloved daughter's been body snatched very well.

Her unnatural behavior does freak them both out, Beesnap keeps having to whisper for her daughter to stOP WALKING LIKE THAT EVERYONE IS STARING AT YOU-

ty for asking!! i kind of went off topic but your question got me thinking so i ended up rambling lol both of these guys are mainly inspired from how wc and these specific webcomics treat parents and i think that shows

#honey's horrible time #warrior cats #wc isekai au #deer rambles #see worst trope ever is the absent dad who actually cares #because these stories LOOOVVEEE that trope #and it's almost always framed as tho “the previous body was so awful even her dad couldnt love her”#<- like stfu if he wanted to be disappointed in her he COULD'VE TRIED TO BE A DAD FIRST AND FOREMOST #and the mothers almost always get the short end #so many portray them as abusive gold diggers like holy shiiiitt #it's a side effect of having noble blood = super special rare powers #which is always shitty and bad and awful and i hope that trope diieeesss #like even when the villainess comics do this #they always end up looking to the “oh the villainness actually does have super special powers because she's got the ~special blood~”#like i'll maim you i'll maim you i hate it

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the-teapot-hatter · 1 year

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Okey this is for pure comedy and nothing else since this would never happen BUT-

In the Off Script AU what if MC gets a little taken of the Saintess?? Like a puppy love crush or maybe MC is just nicer to them then everyone else (aka the suitors who are trying to win over MC heart-)

Because you said in the ask about Saintess that the only characters who will be "Taken over" by them are characters that either don't affect the plot that much or at all and MC originally meant nothing to the plot (I think they still don't matter but that could have been changed)

This is great and honestly the perfect request for this AU, since it's kinda pure crack already--

Anyway, here's the ask, I hope that you enjoy! And If this isn't what you wanted, or you would like to see this with a different character, feel free to let me know and I'll make sure to write it. ^^

Malleus had a hard time keeping himself from twitching. As the Crown Prince, he couldn't afford to have a bad relationship with the Saintess. And truly, he didn't dislike Cersei. In fact, she was one of the few people he had an applicable relationship with. She was like a little sister. As such, Malleus thinks she was taking to her job of the annoying little sister a little too well.

Currently, she was feeding both (Y/n) and Grimm some of the sweets only nobles could attain, a delicacy afforded to her by her status. Maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal, if it hadn't been for the fact that Malleus had tried to do the same thing and was denied. (Y/n) had shown no interest in him at all, yet they had no problem with Cersei cooing over them as if they were a small puppy. What exactly was he doing wrong?

"Something wrong, Malleus?" Cersei asked, a look that was much to smug settling across her features. She knew exactly what she was doing. And while Malleus was grateful that Cersei didn't have any romantic affections for (Y/n), he was still a little annoyed with the ease of which she could get close with (Y/n). At least, Malleus didn't think Cersei liked (Y/n) romantically.

"Of course not, though I am curious as to when you got so close to (Y/n) and Sir Grimm." Malleus casually spoke. (Y/n) glanced up at him with judgmental eyes, as if they could tell what he was thinking and wasn't caring for it. Malleus wasn't so sure they actually knew what he was thinking. At times, they could be incredibly perceptive, and others, they remained oblivious. In particular, they didn't seem to understand, or willfully ignored, when others had any sort of romantic interest.

"Oh! They helped fix an old tool of mine. They're incredibly smart!" Cersei cheered. Clapping her hands together. Grimm nodded, looking particularly smug.

"Thafts rifpht! I'ff fe Grutest!" Grimm spoke with food still in his mouth, but vaguely Malleus could make out an 'That's right! I'm the Greatest!'.

Contemplating to himself, Malleus wondered if (Y/n) just wasn't interested in men but rather, preferred woman. Well, there were such transformation potions that would do the work, but he isn't so sure if that would be the best political move. Hmmm.... A prospect to consider at another time.

"I've heard that (Y/n)'s skills are to be revered." Malleus lightly fibbed. While Idia had said that (Y/n) had potential, it wasn't anything that a certified professional couldn't do. But Malleus had also heard plenty of people praise (Y/n) in such a way that his Fea roots didn't stop the light fib from leaving his lips. "In fact, I would be most interested in offering you a position as one of the Palace's handyman, if you would allow (Y/n)."

(Y/n) certainly had more manners than Grimm, waiting to finish their food before speaking.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline your gracious offer, your Highness." (Y/n) rejected, as they had many others before. Malleus couldn't help the pout that settled across his lips. And to make matters worse, Cersei jumped in with her own offer.

"I'm sure the temple could offer you a position of a handyman! None of the Priest, or Priestesses around here no what to do with most of the magical tools or anything similar." Cersei suggested. Instead of the instant rejection that Malleus had gotten, (Y/n) had paused and seemed to be considering the offer.

"I'll think about it." (Y/n) finally responded. Cersei squealed and jumped onto (Y/n) with exuberance unbefitting of a lady such as herself.

"Won't you!? Then we'll get to see each other more often!" Cersei cheered, awkwardly (Y/n) wrapped their own arms around Cersei not seeming to know what to do. A crackle of thunder roared from outside. Yes, maybe Malleus should see if that transformation potion would get him a different response.

#disney twst wonderland #twst wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #gender neutral reader #off script au

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keyboard-mang0 · 2 years

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Lost and Found

Part 4!

Genshin Impact x Child! God! Fem! Reader

Not sure if I can still call it impulsive, but it’s definitely still a dumb idea for a cult au with a child reader! Not imposter, and inching slightly more into SAGAU kinda.

Reader is referred to with she/her. Not proof read. If you see typos, no the fuck you don’t.

Notes: Just shy of two months since the last update! Not much to note, you know what “Favored” and “Auxilary” mean. Warning of religious themes, likely out of character moments, even more child crying, and inhuman elements rearing their head. Enjoy! I hope it won’t be as long before 5 is ready to go, I never want to stare at a single chapter for this long ever again.

<~Part 3 Part 5~>

Word count: 5,132.

Mondstadt's bustle felt much louder today. People milling around to carry out their business was one noise.

Completely separate however were the near full remains of the Knights of Favonius gathered by the gates.

A pair of horses laden in heavy saddlebags standing at the ready, reins held in Noelle's strong grasp. Multiple adventurers ticked off item lists as they looked over the pair of travel packs to ensure they were prepared. And a group of nobles not so subtly posturing threats to a woman.

A woman clad in deep purple whistles as she takes in the crowd. "Wow, had I not known better, I'd have thought it was time for the Windblume festival already!" Lisa laughs at the chaos before her. A taller woman stepping beside her with her fingers firmly pressed to her temples.

"It's just a short trip, this is way too much for a send off." Jean grumbles, eyes closed as if when she opens them everyone will have gone home already.

"Oh come now, Acting-Grandmaster, it's not often that the Favored are personally invited to Liyue by the Tianquan herself!" A man's voice interrupts, Kaeya sliding on Jean's other side as he speaks.

"And you know what that Mona girl predicted. This is apparently something to do with the Creator! The invitation aside, that alone is cause for excitement." Lisa chimes in again, the cheery tone from both pulling a quiet groan from Jean.

"Which is exactly why I didn't send a letter to politely decline, if Mona is correct, then this meeting is about the Creator. That is not a matter to send a stand in." Jean sighs in defeat, hands dropping to rest as her hips. Her attention shifting to the pair at her sides, "and you two are sure you can handle things while I'm gone?"

Kaeya gasps in mock offense, "do you doubt us? Your dear friends and allies?" The tall cavalry-captain leans away from Jean, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead.

A loud sigh escapes the woman as Jean takes strides down the steps towards the gate, "just please make sure Klee doesn't burn the city to the ground while I'm away."

Lisa answers her with a giggle, "we'll be careful."

A blue haired woman pushes her way through the crowd of aristocrats, taking long strides before stopping beside Jean.

"Are you prepared to leave, Captain?" Jean asks, an adventurer pushing a pack into her hands as she walks to the where the armored maid waits.

Eula hums as she slings her own pack over her shoulders, "of course, Acting-Grandmaster." Her tone, even and controlled.

Jean nods, climbing into the saddle of her horse, "if I may, I heard from Amber that you had prepared an offering for their Grace in case they are present, is that true?"

The Lawrence nods as she climbs onto her own horse, pulling a sword shaped cloth bundle from where she had tucked it in her belt. "When their Grace first placed me in the Auxiliary, the first thing they did was gift me an excellent blade. I thought it appropriate to return the favor for our first meeting."

The blonde smiles as she shakes her head slightly in exasperation, "how poetic of you, Captain." Her attention moves to Noelle as the young woman lifts the horse's reins to her, "thank you, Noelle."

Praying crowds and proud citizens watch as the two Favonias Knights set off from their home. Their journey not promising to carry danger, nor to be long, but to finally bring back news of the Creator.

None of the many people taking notice of the normally jovial bard watching the pair leave the city gates with a curious but dangerous glint in his eye. Nor the way the wind whipped just a touch faster at the secrets that all but himself seemed privy to.

But news would be on its way. That's what all the faithful believed. So why rush the inevitable?

<~~~~>

Ganyu couldn't stop the worry from gnawing at her. Y/n had gotten more comfortable in the Chamber since bringing her to it, enough that she was even willing to ask servants for food or help. But suddenly that progress had seemed to disappear.

Y/n has locked herself into her room, refusing to leave, and even Beidou asking her to come out was met with an almost pained sounding groan.

Now the Adeptus waits, her ear pressed to the door while Beidou has gone to tell Ningguang that something is the matter.

Silence follows when the smallest sound peeks through the wood. Sniffling. And Y/n's voice quietly follows.

"Be quiet… please. I can't take this…" Y/n whimpers, so tiny that had Ganyu not been listening so closely she would have missed it.

The sound of footsteps pull Ganyu's attention away from trying to understand what she heard, being met with three pairs of concerned eyes as Beidou leads Ningguang and Lumine to the door.

"Any luck?" Beidou asks, hopeful of any progress.

Ganyu shakes her head, "still nothing, it's like she can't hear me when I try to talk." Ganyu whispers, stepping away from the door to make room.

Yawning into her palm, Lumine hardly hesitates before stepping up to the door and knocking gently before speaking, "Paimon, I know you're still in there, unlock the door."

Silence follows before a small high pitched voice answers, "Paimon isn't here."

Ningguang pinches her temple at the sound of the almost squeaky voice, "just open the door, we're worried about Y/n."

Silence again hangs for a drawn out moment before the sound of an opening lock interrupts the stillness. "Just… please be quiet, Y/n seems to be in pain…"

That caught the group's attention as they slowly file into the bedroom, each stopping just short of the bed. At its plush center Y/n lays curled in on herself in a tight ball, both hands clamped down over her ears and her face scrunched up, gold leaking from her eyes as she just continues muttering, quiet words that give no indication of her having noticed them enter at all. "Please. Be quiet."

Kneeling down beside the bed, Ganyu gently reaches out to place a hand on Y/n's shaking shoulder. The contact immediately causing the girl to let out a frightened yelp before scrambling away and falling off the other side of the mattress.

Tear filled gold orbs stare up at the surrounding adults, the gold color giving her gaze a hazy and distant look, overtaking her pupils and sclera completely. Her eyes move between each person in the room as if looking through them rather than at them. Her chest rapidly rises and falls as each breath seems a struggle to take.

Slow and heavy steps cut through the onslaught of noise, Beidou kneeling down to push her face close to Y/n's. Hands gently grasping the girl's shoulders to hold her steady.

"Little rat… Y/n, you're alright, you aren't in danger or trouble." She whispers, but e/c starts to leak back into the gold haze.

"B-Beidou?..." Y/n strains, eyes blinking repeatedly, each taking away more of the gold covering her normal e/c.

Nodding and she pulls the small girl close, crushing Y/n in a tight hold, "shh, you're ok. Take deep breaths for me, alright?" Her voice, as gentle as the pirate can manage.

Her hands fisted in Beidou's clothes, Y/n sniffles before focusing on taking a slow breath. Neither of the pair notice as Ningguang and Ganyu step out from the room.

Slowly the gold fades into e/c, Beidou guiding Y/n through slow deep breaths. The girl's tears slow as the pain that tore at her head disappears with the cacophony of voices.

A pair of footsteps coming through the door pull the girl's eyes away from Beidou, to be met with a short man following behind Ningguang. A single streak of red surrounded in much lighter hair, various shades of red make up his clothing that stands out compared to the Liyue styling that surrounds him.

Beidou pulls away from the small girl as she turns to face the Inazuman man, "oh, Kazuha, come here! I want you to meet Y/n."

Taking steady steps, the man approaches his captain, chuckling lightly when the small girl moves to hide from him behind Beidou.

Kazuha smiles as he kneels down closer to her eye level, "well hello there, Y/n. I'm Kaedehara Kazuha, but you can just call me Kazuha, alright?"

Y/n stares confused at Kazuha, blinking repeatedly as she looks for something from either Beidou or Ningguang. Her eyes landing back on the man before sounding nervous as she speaks, "um… why do you want me to say your last name?"

Her confusion spreads to the kneeling man for a moment before a short laugh spills from him, "no, you see, in Inazuma we say our surnames before our first names, you see?"

Understanding sparks in the girls eyes as she hops slightly in excitement, "so if I went to Inazuma I would be L/n Y/n?"

Beidou had to look away, the sight of the pair smiling would be bright enough to blind the one eyed woman. Giving them a moment before interrupting the pair, "so Kazuha, mind telling me what you came all the way here for?"

The samurai turns his head towards the captain, staring quietly before, pushing himself back upright, "oh, sorry, Lady Ningguang sent an order for one of us to come and collect you when the Alcor was ready to set off."

Eyebrow raised Beidou shifts her eye to Ningguang, "Ning? I thought the plan was to wait till the Mondstadters arrived?"

"I received a note that our guests should be here before the sun has set. So for the sake of time, we should try and hurry along with the plans," Ningguang moves her gaze to where Lumine had chosen to quietly sit in the corner, "You should go with her, whether to on the ship or just teleport straight there is your choice." Receiving just a nod in response.

"Alright, fine, we'll set off in an hour or two." Beidou sighs, rubbing at her forehead.

Y/n flicks her eye's between each person that has come to gather in her room, confused about what any of them are talking about now.

<~~~~>

There was no avoiding this part.

At least that's what Beidou has to tell herself when she looks down to see Y/n's tear soaked face. Kneeling down closer to the sniffling child she forces a soft smile onto her face. "Hey come on Little Rat, I'll only be gone for a little while."

The girl sniffles, her e/c eyes staring wide up at the captain, "but do you have to leave?" Her small voice pleading.

"I do, and I'll be back before you know it." She ruffles the girl's hair for a moment before gesturing to Kazuha, "Besides, look at these guys, do you really think they could handle a voyage without me?" She jokes, thankfully managing to distract Y/n enough to slow her crying down.

Without hesitation Kazuha puts his hand over his chest, "it's true, we would be utterly lost without our captain." His voice, only dry enough for the older listeners to notice.

Y/n stares up at the man for a quiet moment, her gaze slowly dragging down to her shoes dejected. "Do you promise to come back?" The question is whispered with every ounce of the nerves the small girl feels.

No sooner do the words leave her mouth does Bieidou have her in a crushing hug. "I promise." She whispers for only the girl, her hand gently patting her head soothingly. Pulling away with a wide smile, she continues louder, "and even if I didn't, Ning would somehow manage to drag me back anyway, so don't go thinking you'll be rid of me that easily."

Y/n sniffles and keeps her face buried into Beidou's hold, "can I go with you?"

A moment's hesitation and a hard glare from Ningguang gives Beidou her answer before the words come, "sorry, Little Rat, but the voyage to Inazuma is no place for a child." Her tone is soft, but firm.

"But…"

"Besides, you need to help Ning prepare for some new friends to arrive!" Beidou smiles at how Y/n tilts her head in response to that.

Turning to face the woman in question, "do you need help, miss Ning?" Y/n asks, not seeing as Beidou is trying her best to convey 'just play along' with only an expression.

Ningguang smiles as she puts her hand on the small girl's head, "yes, we have a few hours before they arrive, so would you be ok with helping me get things ready for them?"

Looking back at the captain for a moment, Y/n takes a slow breath before rubbing at her face with her arm and facing Ningguang again, smiling brightly. "Uh-huh!"

The pair watch from the pier as Beidou and Kazuha take a boat to the Alcor, and longer still to watch for when the large ship sets sail off towards Inazuma.

The rest of the day was taken up by Y/n "helping" Ningguang to prepare for the guests from Mondstadt. And many messengers and secretary's being met with the sight of Ningguang trapped at her desk as she sends notes and mora off to inns nearest to the Pavilion, with Y/n sitting in her lap and drawing happily on the paper Ningguang gave her to stop her from drawing on the edges of her letters.

The sound of Ganyu's kamera being the only thing that has Ningguang contemplating forcibly moving the child away as the adepti managed to catch her when she wasn't paying enough attention to tell the woman off.

<~~~~>

A man sitting off the side of the road in Liyue is not something worth taking note of in any situation. Nor the much smaller woman who keeps him company as the pair watch the crowds move. Even with the finery he wears and the many rings that adorn her hands, people like them are to be expected in the crowds.

What doesn't however are the pair of horses that split through the crowd, the two Knights resting atop the beasts being guided by Millelith. The distinct mark of Favonius further made them stand out in the Liyue bustle.

The tall man hums as he watches the pair move by, "well that is strange. What are two Favonias Knights doing in Liyue?" He speaks mostly to himself, but draws the attention of his companion.

She gives a short whistle, "you didn't hear the rumors? People are saying that the Tianquan sent invitations to Mondstadt and Inazuma, not long after capturing that thief that picked your pocket!" The woman giggles at the memory.

"Ah, that I did hear about. It's good that the Qixing dealt with that, such people have no place in Liyue, but that doesn't matter now." The man takes a slow breath as the pair of Knights disappear from his sight, "I do wonder what these invitations are for however."

Hu Tao leans back a relaxed sigh seeping from her, "perhaps the Qixing will make a proper announcement soon?"

Zhongli leans back, mirroring the woman's relaxed state as best he can manage, "Perhaps."

<~~~~>

Looking up to the Jade Chamber in itself is an entrancing experience. Surrounded by the group of Milileth that had met the two Knights at the gate. Eula hums as she climbs off of her horse, pulling the offering sword into her hands as she waits for Jean.

The grandmaster throws her leg over the horse's side, catching on a saddlebag, but freezing when the thick leather bag yelps.

Both Knights stare at the bag in confusion, Jean slowly climbing the rest of the way off the horse before reaching for the bag's clasp. Flipping the top up to be met with a pair of amber eyes surrounded by soft blonde hair.

"Klee! What are you doing in there?!" Jean shouts, pausing to take a slow breath before quietly glaring at the girl.

The small girl rubs at her head, whimpering from the pain of getting kicked, "Mr Kaeya said you were going to see the Creator! Klee wants to meet them too!"

Rubbing at her forehead Eula pulls the girl's attention, "you weren't invited with us, Klee, it's very rude to just arrive like this."

"Klee promises not to cause trouble!" The girl clamps her hands in front of her, almost in a praying position.

"That's not the point, Klee!" Jean starts, a new voice cutting her off as they clear their throat beside the two Knights.

Ganyu smiles awkwardly where she stands a short distance from the two Knights, a h/c haired girl hiding behind the adepti's legs.

"Ah miss Ganyu, sorry about the delay, we just arrived, but it seems we have an uninvited tag-along." Jean recovers her serious disposition as she takes in the shorter woman.

The adepti giggles into her hand for a moment, "it's fine, but you should hurry, Lady Ningguang is waiting for you."

Eula nods, but Jean throws a glance to the small head poking out of a saddlebag before looking Ganyu in the eyes again. "I… I can't yet, I need to do something about Klee."

Ganyu follows her gaze to the small girl, before giving her a wave, "well, miss Y/n and I were just about to go on a walk, perhaps your little friend would like to join us?"

The Lawrence gently pulls Klee from the bag and sets her on the ground while Jean stumbles for an answer, "well, I… I don't want you to run into any trouble with her is all, but…"

Ganyu just waves her off, "it's no trouble at all!" She turns her gaze to Klee, kneeling down to be closer to eye level with the girl in red, "how about it miss? Want to go on a walk with us while these two go to their meeting?"

Klee looks at the woman in front of her, eyes moving to the girl standing beside her, then up to Jean who looks still unsure of the idea, then back to Ganyu again. "Um… sure!" She smiles brightly as she runs to the horse's saddlebag, hopping to climb in before popping back out again with a backpack almost as large as her entire body.

Jean moves faster than wind for just a moment, snatching the backpack before Klee can even start to put her arms through its straps. "Nope, Dodoco will be safe staying here. Remember the rules, Klee."

The blonde girl shuffles her feet for a moment before nodding, and stepping closer to the other child as Ganyu stands up straight.

"You two should really hurry though. Captain Beidou has already set off, but the Tianquan's patience won't last forever."

The two Knights walk to the platform that will take them up to the floating castle, Ganyu herding the pair of small girls away. For just a moment, as the platform begins to rise, Jean's eyes lock onto e/c orbs, a warm flash of familiarity storms through her heart.

And as fast as it came, it was gone, gone with the child that disappeared into the crowd.

Eula gently shakes Jean's shoulder to pull the woman from her sudden stupor, "um Acting Grandmaster Master… are you alright?"

Turning to face the other woman, Jean blinks slowly for a moment, "um… yes… yes I'm fine." Not offering further elaboration to what was surely just her imagination.

<~~~~>

She couldn't help but think that perhaps this wasn't a good idea. Y/n had gotten restless with spending much of the day in Ningguang's office, so Ganyu thought a nice relaxing walk would do the girl some good. And how could just one more child added to that walk make so much of a difference?

"See that stall over there? That one's my favorite place to steal from!" Y/n happily pointed to the streets below, Klee following her finger to see what the other girl was talking about.

"Wow, really? Why's that?" Klee smiled brightly, matching her companions' excited energy perfectly.

The pair of hair buns Y/n so quickly became fond of bobbed with the force of her nodding, "the old man sells really yummy fruits! And he gets really distracted super easy!"

Ganyu couldn't say it didn't make her happy that Y/n had warmed up to Klee so quickly, and how the pair seemed to make fast friends in so little time. But she couldn't ignore the way more and more people began to stare due to the girl's choice of conversation.

Klee jumps in excitement at Y/n words, "can you show me how to steal the fruit?"

Oh no. Ganyu quickly interrupts what was sure to be Y/n saying yes, " no! No, come girls, I can just buy some fruit for the two of you. There is no need to steal anything at all!"

The pair let out disappointed groans at the adepti's words, but don't argue as she guides them down to the lower street. The trio approached the fruit stall in question, as Ganyu misses the girl's quiet giggles.

Ganyu simply bought three sunsettias, she's sure of it. Yet somehow as she sat on a bench with the two girls, they somehow had an imported lavender melon and small basket of berries as well.

Both girls humming happily as they chat away, leaving Ganyu to continue to question how she managed to miss catching the pair while she had been standing right next to them.

"You were right! These are really yummy!" Klee practically sings, juice sticking to her face as she munches at the fruit.

Coated in an equally messy state, Y/n only laughed for a moment before taking a sharp gasp. The fruit she had held dropping to the ground as she curls in on herself.

Ganyu and Klee both jump at the sudden shift, Klee setting her own snack aside to gently place her hand on Y/n shoulder. "H-hey, are you ok? Does your tummy hurt?"

Y/n only answers with a small whimper. Ganyu moves from where she had been seated to kneel in front of the girl, lowering her head to try and see Y/n's face.

Hazey gold look back at her, gold tears dripping slowly as Ganyu could only see pain and fear written across Y/n's expression.

Ganyu stands quickly, gathering Y/n in her arms before turning her attention to a very concerned Klee. "We should get her back to the Jade Chamber! Can you watch over her when we get there?"

Klee's worried expression immediately shifts to one of determination, the blonde girl giving an awkward salute before walking with the same determination alongside Ganyu, her arms occupied by choosing to keep the lavender melon in favor of the other fruits.

<~~~~>

The Jade Chamber lay quiet when Ganyu made for Ningguang's office. Y/n tucked into bed and Klee continuing to act the stalwart guard over her new friend.

It's a contemplative silence, the kind that hangs over your head when you remember memories that were embarrassing enough to be better off forgotten.

The pair of Knights sat in this silence, Jean staring down at the floor with her hands neatly folded against her chin, eyes wide as she considered the news she had become aware of. Eula however leans back in her seat, hands covering her face in an almost horrified stature.

"The Divine Creator is a child."

"And you arrested her."

"She has no control over her divinity at all."

"And you want to keep her being found as secret as possible…"

The two Knights share a glance, eyes conveying quietly as best they can before Eula lets out an annoyed huff.

"Well there's already a problem with your plan of keeping it secret." The captain states, trying to regain her composure.

"Is that so? Care to tell me why?" Ningguang prods, eyes flicking to where Ganyu had silently poked her head through the door.

Jean sighs as she sits up straight as well, "Mondstadt already expects that the Creator would be here in Liyue. You see, one of Mondstadt's vessels, a young woman named Mona, practices the magic of astrology." Jean explains, fixing where hair had escaped the tie that held it in place behind her head.

"The same day your invitations arrived, Mona came to us with a vision that this meeting would be about the location of the Creator," Eula continues Jean's explanation, "rumor spread and the whole city has been beyond overjoyed."

Sighing at this development, Ningguang lets a groan slip as she takes a slow inhale from her pipe. Staring blank at her desk as she pieces together some plan of what to do next. "So half of Liyue and all of Mondstadt are already aware that Y/n is here…"

"Y/n?" The Knights question.

"It's the Creator's name, I told you, we are trying to let her live as normally as we can, using her name is the least of it all."

"Wait, isn't that the girl who was going on a walk with miss Ganyu and-" Eula muses, before being cut off by the blonde knight suddenly jolting from her seat.

"Klee! Oh no no no." Jean nervously mumbles as she spins to face the door, only to stop dead at the sight of Ganyu. Her mind, already grasping at worst case scenarios, "where are the girls? Did Klee make trouble? Are they both ok?"

The shortest woman in the room jumps at suddenly being stared down at by the Favored. Raising both hands in a sort of surrender, "no! Both of them are fine… but… nevermind." Ganyu looks sadly at Ningguang "tomorrow we need to discuss what happened this morning again." Focus returning to Jean, "But for now, Y/n is already in bed, and Klee probably won't want to leave her side until you take your leave for the night."

With that the pair of Knights visibly relax, little left to discuss with the now darkened sky, they collect their youngest companion and follow a guide to where they will be staying until the Inazuman Favored arrive.

<~~~~>

The autumn rainfall was gentle. Drops of water showered around a girl as she skips around in puddles. Humming happily as she squeezes the fabric of her new scarf between her fingers.

"Y/n, breakfast is going to be ready soon! Come back inside so you can dry off first!" A woman's voice calls, gentle and loving as it echoes in the girl's ears for only a moment.

Drowning out all, thunder claps, deafening in intensity, and followed quickly by yet more of the noise. The roar of thunder and rain shifts, the fury echoing from the cloud morphing into chants. Praying voices echoing from the skies in a cacophony of noise.

In shock the girl clasps her hands over her ears, frightened eyes raising to the somehow still darkening clouds. Just in time to see a flash, a ripple across the fluffy writhing surface. Gold screeching across the sky, flashing for short moments, less than a fraction of a second each, never in the same direction twice. As if searching.

And the girl couldn't so much as scream when the gold flash once more, the blinding intensity scorching her eyes with the dazzling color.

"Y/n? Y/N!" The woman's voice cries out in desperation. Echoing in the girls ears louder then the thunder could have a thousand times over.

<~~~~>

A scream is what woke Ningguang. In the dead of the night, the Jade Chamber is usually silent, not a sound save for the quiet howl of the wind around it, or the hushed chatter of patrolling guards. Any disturbance to that quiet was more than just rare, it had become practically an impossibility.

A second more wrenching scream pulled Ningguang from her bed, running to follow the sound. Nearing the source as a third scream tore out from Y/n's room. Now close enough to hear the sobbing that fills the air behind it.

Ningguang didn't mean to practically tear the door from its hinges when she came through, but the noise of the door slamming open suddenly, caused Y/n to jump, look at her, and come scrambling towards her, crawling out from beneath the heavy blankets that cover her. Gold streaming down her cheeks, and staining the silken pillow her head had been burrowed into moments ago.

The pair met in the middle, the moment Ningguang had come close enough to Y/n's bed, the girl had buried her face into the woman and let out another blood curdling scream, tears staining Ningguang nightgown. The woman instantly wrapped her arms tightly around the little girl as she began to hush her, humming a quiet tune that Ganyu had said helped to calm Y/n down before. The girl's sobbing did not slow down, only muffled as she clung onto Ningguang.

"It hurts! Miss! Please! Make it stop hurting!" Y/n cried, hazey gold eyes looking up, the area around them smeared in tears.

Ningguang loosened her hold, sliding down to kneel beside Y/n's bed, moving her hands to instead cup the girl's face, wiping at the still plentiful tears. "What hurts, Y/n? How does it hurt?"

The girl could hardly answer as sobs poured from her "m-my back! It hurts!" The girl's small hands move to cling onto Ningguang's wrists, eye's like a wounded animal, begging for any kind of relief from her pain.

Ningguang fought to keep her own fear and worry off her face as she slowly pulled her hands away from the girl's face. "Will you let me see what's wrong?" Ningguang could almost feel proud of how even and confident she could keep her voice, given the situation, but any pride that could be taken by it died quickly from the pained expression Y/n looked back at her with.

The girl gave a small nod before turning and planting herself face down into the bed, revealing two pairs of small wet stains in the back of her sleep shirt, one pair close to her shoulder blades, the other lower down her back.

Ningguang swallowed her worry for just a moment, gently peeling the girl's sleep shirt up to the stains. And not quite stopping a small surprised gasp from slipping out at the sight. Small pools and trickles of near colorless iridescent blood seep from…

From…

Are those… feathers?

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It's just ironic that the Irish tooted their horn about how much more "principled" they are in the i/p conflict since October fucking 8. And then, BEFORE BEING CONFIRMED about a single Algerian attacker, it sends them into an Islamophobic witch hunts and riots. The irony isn't lost. The various regions in Ireland refusing to do anything regarding rising anti-Semitism, and those in authority citing it as just anti-Zionism, to BDS being welcomed with open arms, to various Irish organizations saying disgusting anti-Semitic comments THE DAY AFTER calling Israelis who were raped and murdered "colonial settlers" who are "getting pushback from 75 years of colonism" are just dowsing in hypocrisy and deafness on ME conflicts. Islamophobia was just the next step. I hate the high stool in which so many countries are commenting from, forever proving that it's more about bringing a group of people down by being loud, than uplifting and empowering the disenfranchised. Bigotry goes unchecked and excused for so long because they believe to be the "right side of things" which grows into this ugly thing.

Reminds me of leftists continuously putting any criticism of bigotry in their side as false and stating the only bigoted people being fascists/alt-right, which feeds this self-grandiose image of their own bigotry being morally justified. This in turn makes the far-right look "sensible" because they are the only ones being called out in the media and their outrageous bigotry squandered (though not really). This makes people move right because any criticism on the left is not able to be brought up, thus far-right become self-grandiose, because at least they allow free speech, and thus bigotry goes unchecked because at least it's better than the other side rinse and repeat, with both sides becoming more extreme. It's all so tiresome.

i actually want to focus more on the last paragraph because even though they certainly don’t allow free speech in reality, it’s something I’ve seen been brought up a few times by (sincerely deranged) people like menalez: saying the left has essentially abandoned them. This is why even by prior standards, I/p has become such a polarised issue. Everything about it has become insanely campist to the point that left/right is no longer an accurate sociopolitical descriptor about it at all, and very few have shown themselves to be consistently sane about this in a way that does not invoke the horseshoe, but resentment against a "side" so to speak makes people do a 180 in an attempt to find support from elsewhere. I’ve seen this sadly with a lot of Jews too but it’s a human thing that’s become accelerated between oct 7 of last year and Russia supporting Syria from 2011.

sadly for Ireland’s case, though not unique to them, a lot of this campism manifests on a national level and turns everything into a team sport in politics. Whether someone is a normie civilian or a high ranking diplomat, Irish xenophobia against (mostly black and brown Muslim) migrants is not seen as contradictory to supporting Palestine against Israel because they’re flawed people like everyone else and people have weird contradictory views all the time. I personally think it makes shows of solidarity look cheap because of that prior consistency few show—in any country, really, but I’m trying to be as neutral as possible when I say that Ireland cannot make out "solidarity with the underdog" out to be some sort of innate Irish trait when it’s really not, no matter how some try to cite English control and oppression of the Irish as something that made them magically more sympathetic.

want to know what Spanish colonisation of Mexico "taught" us? Catholicism and a culture of complaining lmao

#inb4 someone wants to call me a hibernophobe #but Conor mcgregor exists and he’s not my country’s problem #asks #waffle knight

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finally posting this,, i did my best to proofread and stuff but i have been exhausted for three days so im sorry if anything seems rushed or weird,,, some things were intentional though. i hope you guys like it for now, and ill be working on more whenever i can :))

edit: added a cut/"keep reading" line

vanilla, please ... wyatt lykensen x reader

word count: 1225, warnings: none :)

"Good morning! What can I get for you?" the cashier asks with a smile.

"Could I get vanilla?" you answer.

"Of course! What size?"

"Small, please."

"Small vanilla, coming up!"

You pay and step to the side, towards the pick up counter, so the next person in line can place their order.

A man makes himself known with a polite "Excuse me?"

You turn around to see who it was, "Huh, yeah?" He didn't seem familiar.

"Sorry, I've just never had 'froyo' before. What would you recommend?" You notice his faint lisp as he speaks. He's dressed in the Seabrook Public Works uniform with the addition of a SPW hardhat and noticeably thick glasses.

"Oh, well, I don't know -- I, personally, always get vanilla. But I don't know what you'd like," you answer, chuckling.

He smiles and nods before walking off to place his order. You watch curiously, "Vanilla, please." He turns to you again with a grin, sort of proud of himself. You smile back, he was almost cute.

"Alright then," the cashier pokes her screen. "And what size?" she asks him, looking up from the screen. The boy looks confused, and looks back at you for an answer.

"Oh," you catch on, "uh, small?" you blurt out, looking back and forth between them. You justify your answer to yourself, Small is good, maybe he won't like it and this way he won't waste much, right? Sure. Although, truth be told, you just said what came to mind first.

He smiles and looks back at the cashier with another nod. "Another small vanilla, coming up!"

"Thank you," he hands her his money before he steps towards you again.

"Yeah, no problem," you respond. "If you don't mind me asking, how haven't you had froyo before?" Everyone in Seabrook has to have at least tried froyo -- even Zombies. Although, zombies only got to try things like froyo after they were allowed to work and attend school in Seabrook. It's just one of those "Classic Seabrook" things. Like cheer, or those weird looks people give zombies no matter how long it's been since they've been integrated.

"Oh," he pauses for a second. "I'm just… new to town. My family and I moved here just a week or so ago," he explains. You look at him, still a little confused. "From out of state," he adds on. You nod slowly.

"Cool," you respond politely, with an uncertain nod. You don't exactly buy his story, but there's nothing really outwardly dangerous about him, so you decide to ignore it.

"Two small vanillas!" a worker calls out beside you. They push it towards you on the counter, give you a small smile, and return to their work. You and the boy each pick up a cup and sit at a table across from one another.

You continue the conversation, "Again, if you don't mind me asking," you laugh, "How old are you? You seem pretty young to be working at the plant." He looks confused.

"'The plant'?" he questioned.

"Yeah, you know," you gesture to his hat and uniform, "the Seabrook Power plant. At least, that's what I'm assuming the hardhat's for."

"Oh! Oh -- yeah, it's an internship!" he answers proudly.

"Oh, cool! I didn't know they offered internships there," you say, tilting your head. "Wait, so, how old are you?"

"Sixteen!" said proudly, again.

"No way! Me, too! So does that mean we're going to Seabrook high together this year?" Meeting a new student before the school year even starts is exciting for you. Especially when your social circle has been consistent with the same people for a year.

"Uh," he hesitates, but you just nod and smile in anticipation, "yeah! Unless we, uh, move again sometime soon, definitely!" It came out a little awkward, but you brushed it off as normal "meeting a new person" jitters.

"Cool!" you hadn't realized you were leaning in until you slump back in your seat. "I could even show you around the school if you want! I mean, it's only my second year here, but I've seen every nook 'n' cranny from the basement to the roof!" you boast.

"Only your second year?" he repeats with a tilt of his head.

"Yeah, Zombies weren't allowed to attend Seabrook High 'til last year. We weren't allowed to do a lot of things 'til last year, really," you trail off.

Sensing the sudden tension, he speaks up again. "I'd love a tour from you," he says simply, with a kind smile. This one is different to the playful grins he'd given you before, it was more sincere and caring.

You can only hear your heartbeat, it's louder than usual and your chest thumps with each pulse. His eyes, enlarged by his glasses, study yours calmly.

A moment of shared silence passes, until you break it with a whisper, "Awesome." The two of you share another grin.

Your eyes flicker down to the untouched froyo in front of you. The boy, who's been focused on your eyes, does the same.

Embarrassed, you cringe, "Sorry, my rambling distracted us from the froyo."

"No, no, it's okay! Froyo can wait," he counters.

"Well," you glance at your cup again, "it sort of can't. It'll melt."

He looks confused as he takes a better look at his cup. "Oh." You cover your mouth and snort, trying to hold in your laugh. He sits still, only shifting his eyes to meet yours. You can't help it then, and you both laugh until your lungs hurt.

"Well," you catch your breath, "try some before it's gone!"

He picks up the pink plastic spoon and looks to you as if to say "like this?" You smile and nod in encouragement, and he scoops some of the half-melted yogurt up, and plunges it into his mouth. You inspect his facial expressions, trying to guess his opinion on it.

"Mm," he mumbles, "not bad." He smiles goofily at you, before he immediately wolfs down the rest.

"Oh," you laugh, "well, I'm glad you liked it!"

"'Liked it?' That was great! I haven't had something this good in -- in I don't know how long!"

"Really? What do you normally eat where you're from?"

"Uh," he chuckles awkwardly, "nothing compared to this! Right?" he forced another laugh and changed the subject, "I'm glad I asked for your recommendation, though. Talking to you's been really fun," he beams.

"Yeah, you, too," you smile. He really was fun to talk with. He interests you.

He's got his oddities, for sure, but they seem so harmless and, honestly, they only make me that much more curious to get to know him. I'm looking forward to seeing him more often.

"This really has been great, and I'd love to do this again, but I have to go. I'm sorry," he explains, pushing his chair backwards as he stands.

"Oh," I want to see him again, "then, uh," do something about it "well," just say it "How about tomorrow?" He looks at you expectantly. "We can just talk over froyo again, just like today! Same time and everything -- and we could get more since you liked it and it'd be fun. Unless you don't want to, which is also fine!" shut up, you're rambling.

He just smiles simply, and you could swear you saw a twinkle in his eye.

"I'll be here."

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years

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WELL HELLO, SWEETHEART

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy!Henderson!reader

Summary: what if Eddie took a liking in a different Henderson even before Dustin came?

Warnings: none

Eddie watched as the elder Henderson walked past their table, Books tightly in her grasp as she hurried to her own table and friends. He had being eyeing her for years now, but she payed no attention, not once had she ever talked or wasted her time with the freak of Hawkins High.

But Dustin adored Eddie, he would come out of his way to help the older boy and give him ideas for campaigns and songs even if he knew Eddie made them great anyway.

Eddie locked his eyes on her back as she sat down, making everyone on her table look up and smile at her, she didn’t have much friends. Only 3, one of them being Robin Buckley but that didn’t matter, it's not like he was Mr popular at school, but it still put a smile on his face to see her have close friends that she could trust, even if he wasn't one of them.

"Hey, Henderson?" Eddie asked his younger friend. Making the boy look up immediately.

"Yes, Eddie"

"Do you tell your sister about me? Or us ever?" Eddie asked him

"Well um. Not much but I've told her you're the DM of the club and some other stuff I guess" the curly headed boy shrugged

"So nothing about me?" Eddie glared. Not in a mean way but to look more serious than usual.

"Well yeah, I figured she would already know you since you're in the same year and all" Dustin said.

"You would think. But, no" Eddie laughed sarcastically while standing up and walking slowly over to the boy.

"After everything I've done for you guys, the endless campaigns, the taking you under my wing, would you find it in your hearts to...repay my somehow?" Eddie somewhat suggested.

"I mean yeah, sure. What is it?" The Wheeler boy smiled politely

"Put a good word in from me to her, would you?" Eddie replied, picking the boys up by the shoulders

"To who? Y/n?" Dustin stuttered at Eddie's sudden movements.

"Yeah. And while you're at it, go find Lucas, we cant let him be taken to the dark side. Yeah? Ok, go" Eddie demanded, pushing the boys away from him.

"Hey Y/n" your younger brother, Dustin greets as you dig through your locker, trying to find your sketch book. You look back and see him and Mike looking a bit distressed as they smile at you awkwardly

"Hi? What do you want?" you smile tightly, exaggerating the 'hi'

"Did you know Eddie gets great grades. He's super smart" Mike moves his hands as he speaks.

"Then how come he's repeated senior year twice" you say, puzzled and confused

"He repeated?" The raven head laughs, acting clueless to his friends failure in education

"Ok seriously, what do you guys what, I don’t have time for this" you shut your locker as you found your sketch book and turn to face them fully.

"Nothing. We just wanted to tell you how great he is. He's amazing, i- we think you'd love him" Dustin nods vigorously

"Sure, Dusty. I'm happy that you found a great friend but he cant be that amazing" you roll your eyes.

Truth is, you found yourself looking at The Munson Boy a lot, whether it was in the hall, Across the cafeteria or in class. You couldn't help it. You found yourself thinking about him before going to bed and it weirded you out to say the least. The first and last time you talked to him is when he bumped into you in the hallway while you we're a sophomore and he was a junior. You wouldn't actually classify it as talking cause all you said to each other was muffled 'sorry's' but you still counted it, yet you don't get why you care if it was talking or not. You knew a lot more than your brother and friends thought you knew about Eddie.

it wasn't your fault you asked the teacher to make you switch seats to sit next to him, was it? It wasn’t your fault you look at his doodles he draws on his desks. It wasn’t you fault for looking for him at pep rallies, you knew he wouldn't be there, but it was worth trying. It wasn’t your fault you couldn't keep your eyes off him when near him. It wasn’t your fault.

"Come on. I bet you have a lot in common!" Dustin pleads for God knows what.

"No. We really don't" you lied

As much as you would like to admit. You liked all the metal bands he did: Metallica, Dio, Wasp, Mötley Crüe.

You liked playing DnD. You played a lot in middle school. Got to level 29 but suddenly stopped playing as the satanic panic flew over. You didn’t want to be known as a freak. You were actually the boys Dungeon master for some time, so you had a lot of experience with the game.

“you don’t even know him yet, you don’t know that” Dustin complains like a child

“why do you care so much if I like him or not, Dusty. I don’t like him so just leave it alone” you say defensively and walk away from the boys.

from a distance you could hear Dustin scowl at Mike for making the mistake of telling you Eddie had good grades and acting like an idiot when you said he had repeated twice.

You enter your class for the last period and sit down at your desk at the very back where the seat next to you, where Eddie was supposed to be, stayed unoccupied. You sigh and lay your head down on the desk, already bored out of your mind and just tired.

Everyone piles in the classroom and takes their seats with their friends and you stare at the door, not exactly sure what your waiting for, because he barely comes to class anyway but you still wait, just in case.

But he doesn't. Twelve minutes into the lesson and his seat still stays empty.

You start to fall asleep in your chair as a sudden open of the door interrupts the lesson.

"Well, nice of you to join us, Mister Munson" Miss O'donnell says annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah" Eddie mutters under his breath as he passes you to get to his seat.

You look down and your desk with your sketch book open on the only empty page left. The pen in your hand connects with your page and starts doodling random things here and there and soon enough you have a full page of hearts, stars, flowers and bees. A weird combination of drawings on one page but that didn't bother the person watching you.

Eddie found it cute how your tongue peaked out when you were so concentrated on your doodles and when he realised you sighed in a wasted last page of what used to be real sketches of people, animals and things, to now be your subconscious hearts and stars.

He watched you as you shut your book and look up at the boring lecture and finally pay attention.

He didnt want to stop looking at you and after the freshmen told him they had not only failed but made themselves look like idiots, he gave that idea up and wanted to give a good impression himself, if they couldn't do, he should do it.

Eddie stretches his arm out to lay in front of you. Making his sleeve go up more to leave you with a perfect size canvas of his arm to draw on. You look down at his gesture and then back at him, to be met with the side of his face as he looks at the front of the room. Trying to hide how nervous he would be.

"Go ahead, draw" he whispers, still looking ahead but moving his hand toward you more.

You smile sheepishly at him and pick your pen up again and draw on him, trying to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to hurt him in the slightest.

You have no idea what it was supposed to be while drawing it but when you look up to see if he's ok you see him already looking down at you, giving you a slight smile, you look back down at his arm in embarrassment and continue drawing lines and curves, shading some in and leaving some blank, to give some depth just to make it look half way decent.

The end of the day bell rings and you get up, packing your things and rushed out of there, not waiting for him to say it's bad or he doesn't like it.

You open your locker and put your stuff in for tomorrow, you drop your pen on the floor and bend down to get it and when you get back up your met with him in front of you.

"Well hello, Sweetheart" he beams at you

"Oh- Hi" you look away and place your pen away, Shutting the door of your locker.

"The drawing looks really cool. You're really good" he compliments

"Oh uh, thanks" you begin to walk away, not slow but enough so he can walk with you. You look down at his on show arm to see the dragon on his arm.

"So um. Dustin told me you play. You should join us sometime, it would be fun" he suggested

"I haven't actually played in a while" you laugh awkwardly

"That's fine. No one would mind, he just told me you were really good so I wanted to put you to the test" he shrugs

"I'll think about it" you say quietly

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I mean I get it, you wouldn't want to get called a freak like me and all, I just thought it would be fun to have you there" he shook his head in embarrassment and looks down his feet

"No it's not that, I just- I dont think you're a freak" you mess up your train of thought and stutter

"You don't?" He looks up, a bit shocked

"No, I don't really get why they even call you that to be honest" you murmur but he still manages to hear you. Making him smile in content

"Well thank you, that um, that means a lot coming from you" he smirks, opening the door to his van.

"You have a way to get home?" He asks hopefully

"Yep" I nod

"Ok. I'll see you later then" he starts the engine and winds the window down.

"I'll play" I tell him making him look at me while slowly back out of his spot

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" I smile

"Well our new campaign starts tomorrow so, you could come then if you want" he suggests

"Yeah sure" I agree

"Great. I'll see you then" he says and heads off

As I walk back over to my car I see Dustin already waiting for me on the passenger side

"I knew you liked him" he smirks

"Who said I liked him?" I unlocked the car and waited for him to get in before starting it.

"Come on. The way you were looking at him! You totally like him" he crosses his arms

"Do not!" I yell loudly before driving out of the car park

"Yes you do" he smiles

"Fine! I do, ok, there" I sigh in frustration

"He likes you too" he giggles like a kid

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This is so bad omg😀🤣.

Hope you enjoyedddddd

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poisonpercy · 6 months

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Hiiii I love your blog, it's super cute. I'm asking you to please please please do this and raise awareness; Israel is committing genocide rn. I've always loved your blog and understand with the Disney plus pjo show coming out, you'd be excited, and I was too as a pjo fan. But Disney has shown clear support for the apartheid state of Israel by "donating" 2 million dollars to Israel (while also not paying its actors).

Boycotting Disney is the right thing to do.

If you don't agree with me you can say that, just please don't ignore me. This is a matter of humanity. Please encourage your followers to do the same.

Sending love and prayers

Ok, first of all thanks for enjoying this blog!

Moving on now, let’s break some things down. I’m gonna be completely honest and say I don’t care for people going to other’s platforms and asking them to speak on issues (whether it be political, worldly, social, etc.). You can’t expect everyone to (1) know everything that’s going on, and (2) not everyone should speak out on matters especially when they don’t fully understand them.

That being said, I do fully support Palestine and believe they deserve freedom. What Israel is doing to Palestinians is wrong. War doesn’t solve issues, it just causes more.

Another thing, yes, if people want to boycott companies for their support of Israel, Disney would be one of them. I personally won’t be using Disney+ to watch the pjo show because I don’t have the streaming service and refuse to pay for it. I don’t have any streaming services and probably never will. They’re too expensive, and I don’t watch many shows or movies. If I do, I borrow a copy from my local library, watch it on cable television, or you know…the other way you watch movies and shows you don’t have access to.

Regarding boycotting, the BDS has a list of brands they ask for people to boycott. The BDS (Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions) is a Palestinian-led movement for freedom, justice, and equality. They’ve been around since 2005. Here’s the link to their list of companies to boycott if anyone is interested.

That’s all I’m gonna say on the matter on this blog. Please respect that.

#skys post #anon

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ye-olde-sodor · 6 months

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Hurt (A DC au fic) (Tw warning)

Hey all! Ths fic is a bit darker than what I usually post, so please read with caution! It isn't over the top dark and it has a happy ending so I included the ttte tags. Tw warning for depression and death mention! Angst but with a happy ending!

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Gordon sighed as he backed into the old shed at Vicarstown. He bid his crew farewell, and he let his weight sink into the old rails below. The shed was old and dilapidated, completely void of any comfort, but he didn't feel like running all the way back to Tidmouth. It was a miracle that he was even moving at all.

It had been years since Scott had sailed to America. After a change in politics left his tour unfunded and bankrupt, everyone had feared for the worst. Sure enough, to his utter horror, one of Scotts trailing wheels was delivered to Doncaster from America, and the nation fell into mourning.

The United States had repeatedly denied sending the wheel and scrapping Scott, but all of the evidence was pointing to the painfully obvious. Out of everything, it was the blatant denial of any wrongdoing that truly got under his metal plating. He fumed just by the thought of it.

Worst yet, the family had begun to finally tear away from it's surviving members. For whatever reason, Scott had made the young, inexperienced Mallard the family matriarch over him or even Spencer...and gave the majority of the money to him.

Did he feel betrayed? Of course he did, anyone in his wheels would feel hurt and bitter by that. Did he feel jealous? Name me a time where Gordon wasn't jealous. But above all else...he was in agony.

The sounds of his screams upon hearing the news still haunt the inhabitants of Sodor...several months after the wheel was first brough to Doncaster. Outrage and a need for vengeance fueled him in a mighty burst of pure fire. In a matter of moments, he became a raging inferno accompanied by the shrilled shrieks of the phoenix, only for the cold and bitter misery to arrive and smother that once mighty flame just as quickly.

That same fury nearly took hold of him again when Mallard swiftly left the funeral service to attend to Scott's will. How dare he abandon his only family to "deal with the necessities"?! Would it have killed him to pay his respects to the engine he claimed to view as a mentor? His predecessor, a father dare one say?! Like with the last burst of fury, however, it was quickly drenched in a water known as despair. As Gordon thundered down the line back home, he felt nothing but the numbness of depression.

Now here he was, sitting in a cold abandoned shed near Kildane, barely living but so far from death. His eyes felt sunken, and his smokebox door felt heavy. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that his own face would come clean off its hinges, landing onto the ground with a sickening thud and disintegrate into dust.

His entire frame felt weak and brittle, but it still stood firm and strong under his weight. He had lost all of his energy and his sense of importance and high regard. He stopped taking the express since the day the wheel arrived and has been pulling filthy goods trains ever since.

His once proud and royal blue paint had become covered in soot, grime, and various other stains. His eyes were red from countless tears and sleepless nights, hindering his performance even more. Dark circles under his eyes accompanied the redness, further showing his deterioration and lack of self care.

To list every agony that Gordon is suffering through would take years. Gordon had become a fallen star, a star of which that was rapidly falling apart as we speak.

As he sulked in the crumbling shed, the low bellowing of a diesel had become audible. It's proud motor seemed to echo across invisible valleys as it approached. He shifted his eyes to look in the direction of the noise to see who would dare approach such a dilapidated structure. To his surprise, he recognized the large Warship.

"10? What are you doing here?" Gordon spoke weakly.

"I was just gonna ask you the same thing." he replied in an equally stunned voice. "This is usually my shed."

Gordon's weight shifted under the rails again. "Oh. I'm sorry...I can leave if-"

"No no, it's fine." 10 interrupted. "I'm just surprised is all. You can stay here, I'll just park beside you."

He did as he promised, and carefully backed into the shed, sitting on top of the rails to Gordon's left. Gordon heard a door open and quickly closed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy the mechanical arm of 10's driver speed away after bidding his engine farewell. Apparently he knew that the two were about to have an intimate conversation.

"How are you holding up?" The large engine asked cautiously.

At first, Gordon was hesitant to answer. Truth be told he wasn't well at all...but at the same time he didn't want to hinder anyone else and have them worry more about him more then their work. Fortunately, 10 already knew the answer, and spoke Gordon's mind on his behalf.

"About as well as you can?" he spoke gently, as not to come off as condescending.

"You and I both now how much it hurts," Gordon began. "To lose a sibling...but to lose someone who was guaranteed survival."

Gordon trailed off, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. For the first time in years, he felt weak. His eyes began to soften as he let himself show such a powerful emotion in front of what is supposed to be his replacement, his rival even. He had already let his emotions erupt before, so it would've been hypocritical to hide them anymore.

"There is no greater pain then that." he finished through tears.

10 remained silent, and respectfully allowed the other engine to sob. His tears streamed down his face and began to pool onto his buffers and the ground below. The rails slightly sunk into the now wet soil, a result of the ground underneath it being disturbed.

10 had never seen such a thing before. An engine sobbing in front of another was unheard of on the Mainland, so to see such raw emotion from someone so uptight...why he couldn't explain the feeling even if he could.

"And the worst part of it?" Gordon went on shakily. "It isn't even over yet."

"What do you mean?"

Gordon thought for a moment and decided that he could no longer bare the weight of his dilemma any longer. As soon as he composed himself as best as he could, he looked at the warship.

"Promise me you won't speak of this. To anyone. What I'm about to tell you must stay between us."

"I promise." he spoke carefully, surprised at how trusting the engine was being to him. Then again, anyone in Gordon's position would've been grasping for any sort of comfort. Even if his better judgement wouldn't allow it.

"It's Scott's will," Gordon explained weakly. "Ryan is convinced someone tampered with it in Mallard's favor. Everyone on Spencer's side of the family is convinced that there isn't any evidence for such a claim. Now Ryan and his siblings are up in arms against his."

10 was suddenly intrigued by what he was being told. He'd heard of stories about forgeries, especially during his time as a bounty hunter. He suddenly found a source of hope, that his past might finally prove useful.

"Why would he think that?" he asked respectfully.

"Mallard got a majority of Scott's finances and properties. The rest of it went to Spencer and his half of the family, myself and Ryan."

"That does sound weird...What's Mallard doing now?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to him since the funeral." he said. "Or anyone for that matter...you're the only person I've talked to about this."

Diesel 10 was stunned. Astonished even, more so then he was before. It was already bizarre enough to have someone like Gordon vent to him of all engines, but to have him be the only person to vent about his feelings to? Why, he didn't know what to feel! Honored? Prideful? Destressed? Concerned?

Gordon's eyes had finally dried, with the last tear falling into the puddle below him. He looked at the diesel with red, burned eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm completely lost."

"Y'know you really shouldn't be taking all of this on your own," 10 spoke abruptly. "Why don't you talk to the other steamies? Or even Hatt? Can't you get advice from him?"

Gordon nearly had a stroke at the suggestion. "You can't just...ask your controller for legal advice! It's improper!"

"Y'know what else is improper? Not talking to the people who can help you." He said sternly but gently. "Believe me, you don't ever want to make that mistake. It's how you end up making mistakes that you can't fix."

Gordon suddenly understood what the Warship was referring to. He had known about the Warship's past, as did most of the island, but he was the only one who truly understood his upbringing. To be robbed of your original purpose only to be thrown into a new one, and to have it end up for the better or for the worst of you. It doesn't take a genius to know who ended up where.

Gordon respected him, in a turn of events. Was 10 at one point resentful of Gordon's own privileges? He would've been a fool to deny that. Did he eventually overcome this prejudice and turned into one of the islands most reliable engines? Yes, but it's hard to believe that an airport of all things could've been the catalyst for such a change in demeanor.

Either way, Gordon couldn't help but see himself in the Warships position. Gordon was sent to Sodor after being an excellent engine at Doncaster...and he felt betrayed by the decision. He liked where he was, his family was there, why did they take it away from him? Was he not good enough? Over time, he grew to love his new home and job, but it took many years for him to heal from the sudden changes and hurt feelings.

10, meanwhile, had the misfortune of being sent for scrap with the rest of his siblings, only to be salvaged by some lunatic who gutted his cab and installed a massive hydraulic claw into it. He spent years hunting down the engines that had fled their railways...but would return with a broken husk of an engine trailing behind him.

Almost all runaway engines are stored in sheds until their crews can find a proper sanctuary, but without proper maintenance and a lack of movement after so much time...The warship became less of a bounty hunter and more of a corpse collector.

The more he thought about it, the more Gordon realized just how much they understand each other. The two were so similar yet so very different. It practically scared Gordon.

Looking at the mighty Warship now, it's virtually impossible to tell that he went through so much. He cares for those around him, and he's been a gentle giant for years now. He's went through years of pain and torment and yet here is smiling and working hard as if it had never happened!

As Gordon thought more and more about 10, and how he managed to pull through in the end gave him a newfound sense of hope. While not nearly enough to overpower his grief yet, it gave him a head start.

"I...I'll see if I can get the chance to talk to him." Gordon spoke, having found his strength. "He is a rather busy man after all."

"If he really cares about you steamers like his kids," 10 replied, "Then I bet he'll make time."

Gordon was taken aback by the phrase. "You don't really believe in that little rumor, do you?"

It was a lighthearted joke on the island's part, but 10 believed it to be fact. After all, this was the Hatt family we're talking about. The very same family that would gladly break the law just to keep a steam engine from being scrapped.

10 chuckled lightly, "That was a rumor?"

"Depends on who you ask." he replied cheekily. While his mood was lifted, he knew it would be a long time before he truly felt better. This wasn't, however, meant to discourage the smaller steps…as he could already see a flicker of hope at the end if a ling tunnel.

"Hey, there we go!" 10 smiled. If he had arms, he would've placed one of them around his friend for comfort and encouragement. Alas, he was stuck with only his words. In any other case, he would've used his claw, but that would've damaged the already weakened shed.

Suddenly, the Warship had an idea.

"Say, I think we can squeeze the two of us in my shed back at home base."

Gordon cocked an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Oh? what about-"

"It's only a short drive, maybe 15 minutes tops. If we leave now we can-"

"10, what about our drivers?" Gordon interrupted with a slight laugh.

The Warship blushed as the realization had dawned on him. While it was quite the blunder, if he acts quickly, he can fix it.

"I mean we could always leave a note!"

…or not.

Gordon let out a long needed laugh, and it wasn’t long before the warship joined in as well!

The two allies would’ve laughed the night away if weariness didn’t overcome them. As the two settled their weight ontop of the old rails, Gordon felt a small warmth build in his firebox, and he allowed a smile to form as he drifted effortlessly to sleep.

#ttte au #ttte #ttte dc au #ttte gordon #ttte shipping #ig #ttte diesel 10 #this has been in my drafts for months lmao #it’s finally finished lmao

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