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"Plan To Make A Gift of It To My Lover"

prompt: ten years ago, Lucerys claimed Aemond's eye, and now, a Lannister will claim her debt.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!wife!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 5.5k+

note: i use 'lover' because it sounds like the original line, 'mother'. also, what the fuck is this, Cherry?

warnings: very much not for minors! deranged characters? blood lust? depiction of grotesque, unhinged behavior. there's cursing, depiction of canon-typical violence and injury, show timeline and spoilers that lead into some VAGUE book references that might produce a slight AU timeline...? character death, obviously Team Green, so, there's some Team Black slander. half edited!

⚠️ season one, episode ten AND book spoilers

PLEASE BE AWARE I AM GOING TO MERGE THIS ONESHOT INTO A SMALL SERIES BUT WILL STILL LEAVE THIS UP

I AM CHANGING LANNISTER READER INTO A VELARYON READER

Rain water beaded against his leather trench overcoat, rolling off him like pellets to leave a scattered trail on the material. His boots splashed in the muddy terrain, dark castle looming tall in the stormy sky, and Mother Nature voiced her displeasure in the form of booming claps of thunder throughout the raging storm.

Long, straight hair turned unruly and crinkled in the torrential downpour; sticking to clothes and clinging to skin. His sword was latched to his weapons belt, bobbing on his hip with every stride he took to approach the Keep of The Stormlands, Storm's End.

"Identify yourself!" A guard shouted through the haze of rain.

You smirked, "Prince Aemond Targaryen, second son of King Viserys Targaryen, the Peaceful, and rider of Vhagar along with his wife, Lady Lannister."

The guards exchanged looks, then the other asked, "What business do you have here?"

"Official business that surely goes beyond your responsibility," you snapped. "We require an audience with your liege lord. Is Lord Borros in? Willing to receive? You'd do well to answer quickly, Vhagar isn't known for her patience - nor is my husband and I."

There was no dispute in leading you into the castle's throne room, members of court lingering in curiosity when they saw the One Eyed Dragon Prince and his Lady Lioness prowl through Storm's End. Lightning struck to flash through the cracks of the eery castle, creating an uneasy atmosphere and making Storm's End feel spookier then it probably was. Aemond smirked when you looked around the semi-empty throne room, the guards instructing you to stay put as their lord was fetched; you looking positively bored.

"You seem to have a natural liking towards our new status, do you not, my lioness?" He mused softly. "The way you commanded the guards to retrieve their Lord for us was very telling of your ease."

"Perhaps. Though I do not like the reason we are here, flexing our status in the first place," you told him with a sharp look. "Surely, there's other alliances to be made, Aemond. Why marry you off to some plain-faced Baratheon bitch?"

"Because war's come for us and we must all sacrifice for the cause," he sighed, staring at you without so much as twitching; letting you approach until standing chest-to-chest. "We require this pact, my love, because we must strengthen Aegon's claim. To use Daeron and I as marriage pawns feels logical given our proximity to the King."

You snarled, "You told me yourself that Aegon did not deserve to be King. Now, we must sacrifice our marriage vows for his claim?"

"I know it is not ideal," he relented, "but it's our current reality."

"Only for now, I sense the tides will turn several times before this is fucking over."

"Hmm."

When Lord Borros finally arrived, he appeared disgruntled by the abrupt arrival of you and your husband, Prince Aemond. He was grouchy, but still welcoming enough; slumped in his chair, eyeing you both, mentioning, "This must be of grave importance to arrive in such a manner, with no warning."

"It is," Aemond answered smoothly, "because war has come to shadow Westeros once more, my Lord."

"Is that so?"

"King Viserys is dead," he informed clearly, "and as such, the natural succession would've passed to the King's named heir, Princess Rhaenyra, but King VIserys had a change of heart. Instead of his daughter, the King wanted his first born son, Aegon II, to ascend the Iron Throne after him."

"And that's to do with me...?"

"The Princess will demand your loyalty, Lord Borros," you stepped in, "to uphold a stale oath your father made decades ago. Come the day, you will be forced to pick sides; yet we simply would like to offer you terms of consideration before hearing Rhaenyra's."

"If the Princess is willing to offer terms, that is," Aemond punctuated.

Borros sat still, then leaned in slightly, "And what are these terms you wish to offer, girl?"

"My Lady-wife has earned the title Princess, my Lord," Aemond corrected sharply, "and will be addressed as such."

Borros nodded stiffly, "Of course, my apologies."

"No matter," you assured. "Tell me, Lord Borros, do you not have unwed daughters?"

"I do, a gaggle of them."

You smirked, "My husband, though not King, is of ancient and rich Valyrian blood. He is happy to uphold customs of his ancestors by taking another wife - so, we offer a marriage pact in exchange for your swords and banners."

"And what of you?"

"What of me?"

"You would just let your husband wed another woman?"

"Who am I to question the will of the Gods?" You mused, figuring you wouldn't tell him how Aemond had already promised never to bed the Baratheon girl. "Should they smile upon this union, so would I. My father, may he rest in peace, before his passing ensured to instill in me a sense of duty and honor, Lord Borros, and with this civil war, we might all do our part to see the end of it."

He hummed, eyeing you both. "All right," Borros half-agreed, "but which of my daughters, hmm? I've four of them - uh," he snapped, "what is this? Someone fetch the girls! Let the Prince see - he may choose to wed whichever he deems acceptable."

"Do we have a deal, Lord Borros?" You asked.

He nodded, "Pending the Princess' terms - my father did swear fealty to Princess Rhaenyra, I would do well to honor that by at least hearing her."

"A noble answer," you accepted.

It wasn't a long wait for his four daughters to arrive, an even shorter wait for Aemond to make a decision. There was Cassandra, Maris, Ellyn, and Flora Baratheon - all ripe for the picking. "Well?" Aemond asked you.

You shrugged, "This is your choice, you're the one who has to bed her." His lips twitched in amusement, eyeing the women stood in a straight line. "Fuck's sake - why not kiss them all and chose that way? Leaves less room for surprise later. Plus what're the odds Rhaenyra's sent her envoy? We should solidify Baratheon's loyalty now."

Aemond chuckled, looking each woman over carefully as a guard entered the room. "My Lord," he called, earning the attention, "another dragon has been spotted and is approaching the Keep."

"What did I fucking say?" You smirked at Aemond.

"Receive whoever it is," Borros permitted. "And you? Have you come to a decision? My girl, Maris, there, would make a clever wife."

"I've one clever enough wife and would be overrun with another," Aemond answered wistfully. "The Lady Flora is acceptable."

"Very well," Borros nodded, "and the terms of dowry?"

You watched as Aemond pulled Flora from the line of sisters, standing to the side as he examined her. He told Lord Baratheon the number of Gold Dragons he thought his daughter was worth, the two haggling lightly over prices before Borros accepted that with the threat of war, his son might become preoccupied, so, the seat of Storm's End would be inherited by Aemond and Flora's children.

Thunder rumbled as a deal was struck.

Boots marched down the stone hall and all conversation ceased to await the newcomer with taunt curiosity. Aemond subtly turned to look at you, ignoring his pretty new intended, as a procession of guards marched into the gloomy room. You boldly stared at the arrival, feeling your heart stall in your chest when you saw it was him... That bastard... The Strong Bastard that mutilated both you and your husband a decade ago.

"Prince Lucerys Velaryon," it was announced, marching coming to an echoing halt. Aemond chose that moment to turn and present himself to the young prince who haunted your every living and dreaming nightmare. He looked startled to see you both there, the guard ending, "Son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Against the thundering storm, Lucerys spoke timidly - as if, any louder and his voice would squeak and crack. "Lord Borros... I brought you a message from my mother... The Queen."

"Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King," Borros shot at the young prince. "Which is it? King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it." He laughed at his own joke, but when none others joined, he asked Lucerys stoically, "What's your mother's message?"

The Strong Bastard just held up a scroll like the spoilt brat he was, a guard taking it from his fingers to walk it to the Stag Lord since the Prince deemed himself too important to hand deliver the message. Lord Borros sighed when he took up the scroll, looking expectingly to his court, then snapping, "Where's the bloody Maester?"

Lord Borros Baratheon could not read, you see.

So, you all waited as the Maester was retrieved; Lucerys sparing spooked looks at you and Aemond - the latter of whom just smirked in amusement. Luke couldn't truly see the disfigurement he caused, but your scars almost glittered in the flashes of lightning to assure him they were right where he left them. You turned to your husband, whispering in his ear, "Remember all those times when you promised me his eye as a gift? When shall we be presented an opportunity such as now?"

He shushed you with a restrained smirk, wanting so bad to entertain your banter - and daydream about doing to Luke what he did to you two. You told Aemond you didn't need Luke to bear a scar like your own, and that's when he promised to give you the Prince's eye.

The Maester arrived when Luke felt uneasy enough to palm a fist around the hilt of his sword, elderly man hobbling up to Lord Borros, taking the scroll, then reading it.

The Maester bent to summarize the letter to his Lord. You smirked at Aemond when Borros snapped, "'Remind' me of my father's oath? King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact! If I do as your mother bids," he leaned forward on his throne, looking to the side, asking, "which one of my daughters will you wed... Boy?"

"My Lord," Lucerys trembled, "I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed."

"I did not realize betrothal was weighed heavier than marriage," Borros sneered, indicating to you and Aemond, "which means you come with empty hands. Go home, pup, and tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."

There was a beat as his words sunk in.

"I shall take your answer to the Queen, my Lord," Lucerys informed, sparing everyone one last look before turning on his heel to vacate.

Yet he couldn't just walk away so easily.

"Wait," Aemond called out loud before you could, the Prince halting, "my Lord Strong." You grinned when Luke turned fully and then stepped forward to the edge of his guarded protection, a look of disbelief adorning his features. "Did you really think that you could just fly about the Realm," he continued, taking a few slow, stalking steps forward with you on his flank and Floris stepping further away, "trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"

"I will not fight you," Lucerys declared. "I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

You giggled to mock the boy's sword skill, wanting to hurt the boy's ego as much as possible. Your husband smirked at you before musing, "A fight would be little challenge." He paused to consider his options. "No," he told Lucerys, reaching for his eye patch and pulling the leather from his head. "I want you to put out your eye," He growled, staring at Luke, sapphire winking in the low torchlight; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you at his side. He explained, "As payment for mine. One will serve," and he flipped back his leather overcoat to reveal a dagger, yanking it free to toss across the distance at Lucerys. It clattered and skidded, the sound ominous between the claps and rolling booms of thunder. "I would not blind you," he told the boy. Then, as if concealing a smirk, he finished, "Plan To Make A Gift of It To My Lover."

The ground shook violently when Vhagar landed outside the Driftmark Dragon Pit. The air whooshed your hair back, little feet stumbling back a few paces into the rock wall, hair on the back of your neck standing on end when Aemond dismounted the beast. It wasn't as if you weren't proud or incredibly impressed by his ability to claim the oldest dragon in the known world, but you weren't a Targaryen and dragons made you uneasy.

You could understand animals had minds of their own, and while, yes, Targaryens were closer to Gods than Men because they fly on dragons, you knew they did not control the dragons. They merely domesticated the winged terrors, but you knew the animal could snap at any moment's notice. You didn't like being so close as to become an accidental casualty, so you waited in the mouth of the Pit to give plenty of room between you and Vhagar.

"Well? How was it?"

Aemond beamed at you, "Like nothing I've ever experienced before."

"She's much, much bigger up close," you eyed the dragon watching you both. She was too large in size for the Dragon Pit, but for you, it was a way back into the Driftmark Castle; so, Vhagar was left to her own devices as you and Aemond strode inside.

"You'll have to come flying with me."

"No, no, I like the ground very much. It's safer down here."

"You'll love flying, I can all but promise you."

"If the Gods wanted me in the air, they'd of made me a Targaryen," you teased, both entering the torch-lit passage. "Alas, I am not, so, I think it wise to keep my feet on the ground."

"I'll get you on dragonback with me one day," he smirked. "She's the oldest, you know, and the largest, too."

"I know," you beamed in amusement.

"And she's mine," he whispered, shaking his head and fighting off his grin. You looped your arm with his, giggling your praise over his display of bravery; entering the division foyer of the Pit only to spy Prince Daemon Targaryen's daughters, Baela and Rhaena, with Princess Rhaenyra's sons, Jacerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

"It's them!" One barked.

"It's us," Aemond sneered quickly, understanding confrontation when he felt it. You didn't like this... Something about this exchange felt very wrong; there was four of them, two of you, and you were not their blood relative - so, why be involved at all?

"Vhagar is my mother's dragon!" Rhaena seethed.

"Your mother's dead," Aemond reminded sharply.

You smirked, tacking on, "And Vhagar has a new rider now."

"She was mine to claim!"

"Then you should've claimed her!" You barked in annoyance. "You are not the only dragon-less Targaryen, but you're the one who expects to just be gifted one!"

Aemond sneered right after you, "Maybe your cousins can gift you a pig to ride. It would suit you."

This (rightfully) angered the girls. Rhaena charged and latched onto Aemond but was easily swatted to the ground. At that same moment, her twin, Baela, took the opportunity to jab her knuckle into your nose, sending you into the dirt. "Fuck's sake!" You snapped, Aemond clocking the injury and slamming his fist against Baela's cheek to send her into the dirt, too.

Aemond helped you to your feet as he snarled at the girls, "Come at us again and I'll feed you to my dragon!"

Jace charged, and from there, it was a blur of adrenaline. Before you understood, you were defending yourself from a hurricane of fists and feet; reaching up to grab hold of Rhaena's locs and yank as hard as you could. It gave you a small advantage to get up, see the three others beating on Aemond, and rushed for the fray.

The Prince saw you and pause his resistance to let you grab hold of Baela - also pulling her so hard, a loc or two might've been ripped from her scalp. Aemond kicked Jace, you sent the girls into the dirt, and Aemond managed to catch hold of Lucerys by the throat as he got to his feet. Aemond's hand found purchase on a large rock, standing above them all as you panted from his side; rock raised in threat.

"You will die screaming in flames, just as your father did!" Aemond declared, snarling, "Bastards."

Through his whimpering, Luke sobbed, "My father's still alive!"

For a moment, Aemond appeared disarmed, but then sneered, "He doesn't know, does he? Lord Strong?"

This upset Prince Jacerys enough that he brandished a concealed dagger from his sleeve; holding it at the ready, ignoring his cousin's pleas of his name. "Blade in play," you warned Aemond.

Luke was kicked away, Jace was dodged, disarmed, then shoved to the ground. You were all bruised, bloodied, beaten; thinking that despite twice the numbers, you and Aemond managed to hold your own pretty damn well. The Prince lifted the rock again, this time with his sights set on Jace, ignoring Luke scrambling in the dirt.

Pretty damn well until it was too late.

You screamed in absolute horror when a white hot pain flashed across your face when you meant to turn away from the fight. You went down, Aemond looked over in shock and confusion, and in that moment, Lucerys swung his brother's blade again. It cut through half of Aemond's face, the eye being severed in two; blood gushing between both your hands.

Of course, this was the time the White Cloaks arrived - but it was too late. The damage was done. You sobbed uselessly as the knights tried to help you off the ground, trembling violently as adrenaline wore off. You were instantly escorted to the castle's throne room where the Maester and other attendants met you.

Guards posted.

Blood soaked into cloth.

The Queen arrived with the Hand before anyone else - instantly demanding her son (and you) be attended to at once. She listened to the shaky account of events, but it was difficult to get an accurate picture as you and Aemond were both preoccupied with being medically attended to.

You held Aemond's hand as you were both cleaned up. There was nothing to save, Aemond's eye removed and your face being pinched and stitched. Nearly 200 years from now, one of your descendants will earn nearly the exact same scar during the Battle of the Blackwater; a mark that cut through the face from temple, over the nose, to opposite ear.

You listened to the spoiled brats spin their webs, opting to remain quiet in the presence of the King.

However, after Princess Rhaenyra finally showed up with Prince Daemon, after Lord Corlys Velaryon and Lady Rhaenys Targaryen arrived, attention shifted.

" - Didn't just mutilate our son, but the Lady Lannister as well!" Alicent raged.

King Viserys eyed you as if seeing you for the first time, slowly approaching. "My Lady," he spoke softly, "you have not yet said a word this evening."

"It is not my place, Your Grace."

"It is now," he permitted. "Speak, and tell me the truth of it. What happened tonight?"

You swallowed nervously, "The Prince Aemond claimed his dragon, Vhagar, Your Grace, and upon returning, the... Uh, well, the Princes Jacerys and Lucerys along with their cousins, Ladies Rhaena and Baela, were waiting for us."

"Waiting?" Viserys repeated.

"Yes, Your Grace, I believe they wanted to see who had claimed Vhagar," you offered.

"Who hit who first?"

With a sigh, you answered, "Lady Baela hit Prince Aemond first. A solid hook, for whatever it's worth."

Alicent now approached, squatting in front of you and asking, "How did you sustain such injury, Lady Lannister? Come... Speak the truth. Tell us the meaning of this."

"Prince Jacerys brought the blade, Your Grace," you mumbled, "but it was lost in the scuffle. It was Prince Lucerys who offered injury to both Prince Aemond and I."

You could've cried when Rhaenyra, as usual, managed to somehow spin your story into making her sons the victims. Despite being told the four ambushed you two, they weren't even reprimanded because their parents were all so angry that it truly distracted from the present situation at hand. In the end, Queen Alicent snapped and charged to attack, but the Princess Rhaenyra intercepted her before damage could be done.

The blade Alicent stole from her husband's belt was dropped - but not before the tip sliced into the flesh of the Princess' forearm. You were fuming, watching them all leave; you had been seriously maimed, and so far, you had been the one spoken to as if a criminal. Rhaenyra would need stitches, sure, and a broken nose was the worst of their injuries - but Aemond lost his eye, and you?

You felt as if you lost your life because who the hell would want you now? With this scar? This big, fat, noticeable scar that split your face? Sure, your Lannister name would get you places - but not everywhere. Considering your young age, this only left time for rumors to fester and for everyone to notice your injury; being no escape and no where to hide from ridicule.

For years, you would consider yourself damaged. For years, you would mourn yourself. For years, you would sharpen your mind, wit, and intelligence because if you couldn't bring standard "beauty" to the table, you wanted to be able to offer something redeeming.

For years, you would undergo emotional turmoil before your engagement to Aemond is announced; convincing yourself you did not deserve love because your anger made you likened to a shrew. You felt ugly on the outside, ugly on the inside; a product of your environment and experiences. When the promise of marrying your best mate was bestowed, the entire court was shocked by the 180 you both did; where once stony and stoic, both were now soft and kind - but only to one another.

To everyone else, you were both still stony and indifferent. But to each other? You and Aemond would move mountains.

Yet that night on Driftmark would haunt for you for the rest of your lives; no matter the promise of love, marriage, and a 'normal' life. Late nights would be held together, fantasizing about your revenge; considering the future in which you made Lucerys Strong pay for what he did to you.

"Plan To Make A Gift of It To My Lover."

"No," Lucerys barked, looking distraught by the sheer idea of what Aemond demanded. His answer made the amusement drain from Aemond's features, this was a man not often told no. His hand passed you his eye patch for safe keeping; the raging storm outside portraying the tension brewing in the throne room of Storm's End.

"Then you are craven as well as a traitor."

"Not here!" Borros understood fighting words when he heard them - not wanting the repercussions of a dead or injured Prince Lucerys, because, let's face it, Luke couldn't do damage to Aemond even if he tried.

Aemond literally sprang into action, releasing his grip on you, shouting as he strode forward. "Give me your eye," he stooped to snatch his dagger from the ground, "or I will take it, bastard!"

Lucerys brandished his sword for protection, but Borros launched out of his seat to intervene by shouting, "Not in my hall!" This made Aemond skid to a halt. "The boy came an an envoy. I'll not have bloodshed beneath my roof. Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon... Now."

You smirked when Aemond just watched the boy flee the hall, hand flipping his dagger expertly before sheathing it. You met his gaze, holding prolonged eye contact to publicly show you were not afraid of him, his looks, his lack of eye, or adoration for him.

"Well, Lord Borros," you mused, turning to the Stag Lord, "looks as if you've chosen in this war."

He huffed, "We can discuss specifics later."

Aemond nodded, "We'll be off."

"Do not - "

"You said no blood shed under your roof," you reminded, "not above."

"The Prince is young and small - "

"We gave him a fair head start." Borros looked ready to rebuttal, but you snapped, "We're at war, my Lord. Either you let the dragons fight in the skies or it'll be your men fighting in the trenches. The choice is yours."

"See that? His woman bites harder than he," Maria scoffed to her sisters, only juuuuust loud enough for her voice to carry across the room. Then she snarled at your husband, "Tell me, Prince Aemond, was it just your eye Prince Lucerys took, or one of your balls, too? You threw a dagger at him and stopped when Daddy said stop," her eyes rolled, "those are not qualities of a man."

You were ready to attack. In fact, you started striding up to Maris when Aemond intercepted you swiftly with a suffocatingly strong grip. "We've more important matters," he reminded you, turning, and promising to send word to Lord Borros before disappearing out of the side door.

"How dare she," you seethed on your way to Vhagar. "That buck-tooth looking rodent dares insult you? Her own Prince? In front of others - oh, the nerve of that family!"

"Bigger picture at work here, love," Aemond mused as he fixed his patch back on, never one to address the things that were bothering him - like when someone hurt his feelings or bullied him over his missing eye.

But you were always ready to bite those that offered insult. You were a Lion in a golden cage, after all.

You grumbled the entire time, reaching Vhagar, launching as discreetly as she possibly could to scan the skies. It wasn't easy to find the Prince because his dragon blended into the storm so perfectly, but once the tiny beast was located, you were locked on. You rode behind Aemond in his saddle, both being harnessed to prevent any unseating; the combined weight never phasing his ol' girl. Vhagar understood they were in some kind of chase, and when she gave a grumble that rumbled over the thunder you flew through, Aemond gave her a command in High Valyrian to quiet herself.

You could see glimpses of Luke turning to search areas you had just vacated; loving this game of cat and mouse. You hoped the anticipation and anxiety of being watched was upsetting the Prince - just so he had a little bit of emotional trauma from this, you know? Just so he had a little taste of the emotional turmoil you had to suffer the past decade.

"Ready?" Aemond asked you.

You squeezed his waist before boldly reaching down to palm his cock through his breeches, hissing in his ear, "Do it, you owe me a gift."

Aemond grinned and directed Vhagar to circle around and fly forward until almost colliding with Lucerys - should he not've steered Arrax lower at the last moment. The close call was enough to make you both laugh, the sound traveling over the noisy nature. Aemond turned Vhagar again, trying to snatch at Arrax with her talons while your husband hurled insults and taunting phrases as his nephew.

With a small groan, you reached for a separate piece of the saddle to hold onto while Aemond drove Vhagar into a nosedive after the smaller dragon. When they came up to a cavern of sea rocks, Aemond was forced to pull Vhagar back before she could crash - but Arrax had no issue navigating into and through the canyon. You were forced to fly above it, searching for your prey once more.

Lucerys seemed to evade you for a time.

"What happens when we find him?"

"I will have the bastard's eye," he reminded you.

"Yes, but what if he resists?"

"Of course he will."

"So you mean to kill him? Is that the plan, Aemond?"

He did not answer you, looking over Vhagar's sides for his prey. He shouted in High Valyrian, "You owe a debt! Boy!"

Suddenly, from your left, Arrax descended upon Vhagar with a vicious spewing of fire that licked your flesh hatefully. Aemond flinched back into your chest, trying to shield yourselves from the heat of the flames, but it was too late. You cried out, whimpering with discomfort when the flames died; marring and mangling your skin. Prince Lucerys was heard scolding his dragon, and for a moment, you felt as if you could see the future because there was no way Vhagar was going to let that kind of disrespect occur and do nothing about it.

The ol' girl gave a rumble before bellowing after Arrax. She turned herself to where the other dragon had disappeared and started to push off as her owner begged and pleaded with her not to. "Serve me, Vhagar, no!" He commanded, desperate to keep his beast under control, but being evident these two wild animals were in an altercation all their own and meant to follow their instinct.

"We want his head still, Vhagar!" You laughed loudly, Aemond growling with a smirk.

"Do not encourage her!"

"Do not try to domesticate a 180-year-old dragon!" You gave a small whoop of excitement. "She's a Dragon of War, Aemond! Violence is what she knows!"

He grunted as he struggled with the reins. However, Vhagar ignored him and made her own turn, pumping her wings twice and then breaking into the morning sun above the storm. For a fleeting moment, it was incredibly gorgeous to be so high in the sky...

And then it was over before anyone could stop it.

Vhagar opened her mouth and gave one chomp around the body of boy and dragon. There was a shrill cry of fear before Vhagar's moan of content, then eery silence settled as half-consumed bits fell to the ground beneath.

"Well," you cleared your throat, staring at the bloody bits falling, "if it wasn't enough that Aegon took her crown, surely, the two of us taking her son will be the push Rhaenyra needs to meet us in conflict."

"No," he cleared his throat, "you were not here - "

"I was, I would not allow you to bear this burden on your own. To take the blame," you met his eye. "I encouraged this just as much, and Rhaenyra will know it was us - she'd never believe I was not involved."

"Can you not be logical right now?" He trembled, leaning his forehead to yours.

"Okay..." You whispered, "Well, could we go see if there's anything left?"

"That's morbid, my love."

"What? You're the one who promised me his eye. I know you didn't mean for this, but the truth is," you smirked, "you did. You knew what pursuing him would result in - your dragon doesn't understand your need for revenge, she understands eat or be eaten."

Aemond sighed, "Too soon for that phrase."

"Noted. Now, c'mon," you encouraged, giving his waist a squeeze. "I know you're curious to see what's left, too."

And he was, so Aemond directed Vhagar back down. It was difficult to predict where the body parts could've ended up, but seemingly, luck was on your side and you descended to the shore. There was a small scattering of remains, bits being washed up or away with every new lap of sea water.

You dismounted and started searching through the remnants, storm still outlandishly raging around you. "Love?" Aemond spoke from behind you, making you jump slightly. He smirked, "Got something for you, my Lioness."

"You do not..." He held up the messily decapitated head of Lucerys "Velaryon", your laugh surprising and genuine. "Oh, we're sooo going to Seven Hells," you sighed, shrugging, "but you know, it doesn't really get worse than what we've already done, so," you motioned for him to set the head down.

"Here," he agreed, using his dagger to harvest Lucerys' eyeballs from the skull you helped hold. When he was done, you chucked the head away before Aemond's bloody hands set both eyes in your cupped, outstretched palms; watching you weigh them.

"You know, Lannisters always pay their debts," you mused, smirk pulling at your lips, "but we also are always repaid our debts. How strange, to hold his eyes and think they were once functioning... In his head, of use, probably full of tears when Vhagar chased him in the sky."

"Hm," Aemond considered, then pointed to your hand. "It's with his eyes, I promise you, my Lioness, the fall of our enemies." He proclaimed, then musing, "Should we give Maris Baratheon one to prove ourselves?"

You smirked, "She said you must've lost your balls, right?"

"Almost positive Vhagar ate Lucerys' so we cannot present her with them."

"Damnit," you pouted. "All right, fine, sure, we might show the Baratheon's we mean war... But I'd like to keep them both, please."

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Put them in a jar and keep until I'm no longer angry about what he did to us..."

"So, his eyes are going on our mantle?"

"You bet your sweet balls," you grinned, twirling Lucerys Velaryon's Strong's organs in your hand like a pair of game dice.

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vikkirosko · 9 months

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Headcanons/one-shot for Monty (Montgomery Gator) with a teenager (idk 14-15) that is actually purely in awe of him, like you see the teenager just kinda carrying around a plush toy of him and wearing the merchandise copy of his glasses. And idk maybe it's her birthday and Monty just happens to come by and then reader is just like ¡boom! immediate shot of dopamine as she excitedly goes up to him acting like an excited little kid in christmas eve. [Freddy's got a son, Monty deserves a kid asweell 😌]

🐊 Montgomery Gator x teen fem!Reader platonic headcanons Birthday ⛳️

Monty knew that he was less popular than Freddie and it annoyed him, but when he saw you, he felt a strong surprise. You were a teenager who wore exactly the same glasses as him. At first he thought you were a Bonnie's fan, because it was his glasses, but when he saw his plush toy sticking out of your backpack, he realized that you really were his fan

You often came to his performances but never approached him. Sometimes he saw you even after Pizzaplex closed. You were the daughter of one of the engineers who worked the night shift and you often came with him and while your parent was working you wandered around Pizzaplex. Monty often caught you looking at him, but he didn't feel annoyed because of it. On the contrary, he was glad that he had a fan and he would be glad if you came up to him to talk, but so far you haven't found the determination to do it

Even on your own birthday, you came to Pizzaplex with your parent. You were sitting in a small room and eating your holiday pizza, even though you weren't very happy. So it was exactly until Monty came into the room. He came there by accident, but when he saw the sincere delight in your eyes, he decided to stay and talk to you. You were genuinely happy when Monty asked you what you were celebrating and then congratulated you on your birthday

You were genuinely happy that Monty spent your birthday with you. He chatted and joked a lot, he was loud and cheerful, which caused you to have a sincere, happy smile. You spent time together until it was time for you to go home. At parting, you hugged Monty tightly, thanking him for a wonderful birthday

Since that day, you have become much bolder, not afraid to approach Monty to talk or just spend time with him. Seeing the joy in your eyes made Monty feel calmer. You cheered him up, just like he cheered you up

#Montgomery Gator #Montgomery Gator x Reader #Five Nights at Freddy's #Five Nights at Freddy's x Reader #Five Nights at Freddy's headcanons #FNAF #FNAF x Reader #FNAF headcanons

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distilledmelancholy · 10 months

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Nightlight

You, the reader, are afraid of the dark, and during a thunderstorm the power goes out!

1.9k words

Cw: I did not beta read this we die like MEN

Instead of the usual gentle pitter patter of a gentle rain shower, there are raging bullets pelting the window. Flashes of occasional blinding white light, and then thunderous booms echoing through the dark sky. Your house was dark, except for a few miscellaneous nightlights you have set on in the room. Storms didn’t scare you at all. In fact, the flashes of lightning were almost welcome, as it helped illuminate your room far better than any number of nightlights could. You appreciated anything that would help your room not be completely dark.

You begin to drift off, tucked into warm, thick blankets with the comforting sound of rain and thunder. Just as you are about to succumb to slumber, an ear shattering boom shakes your house, causing your light fixtures to physically shake from their place on the ceiling. In a second, the nightlights you had scattered in your room die out, plunging your room into complete darkness. You can’t stop yourself from letting out a scream, from both the surprisingly loud thunder, and from being forced into the dark. You whimper as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to pretend like the lights didn’t just go out.

Fall asleep. Fall asleep. Please, just fall asleep.

You lay there for a few moments, before opening your eyes again. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched as you strain your eyes to make out any shapes in the dark. Maybe a glass of water will help, you reason with yourself. You feel around on your bedside table and feel for the drawer. You slide it open and stick your hand in, searching for your flashlight. Once you locate it, you flip the switch and a beam of light shoots from its front. You shine your flashlight around your room, warily checking the corners and dark spots in the room. Satisfied, you get up from your bed, slip on your slippers and make your way out of your room, down the hallway, and to the kitchen.

The darkness looms around you as you warily make your way to the cupboard for a cup. You could almost swear you heard something as you whipped around, panicked. You scan the flashlight around the room, looking for the source of the noise. When you see nothing, you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You reach into your cupboard and pull out a cup and turn on the tap to fill the cup when lightning flashes and you swore you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You whip around once again, watching the darkness. Another flash and you see a tall, lanky, dark figure standing in the corner, watching you.

You instinctively let out a shriek, dropping the glass cup in your hand and stumbling back, falling onto the floor in fear as you try to back away from the creature. In your panic you didn’t notice the shards of glass impaling themselves into your skin as you slid yourself across the floor. You desperately reach up to the counter to pull yourself up and feel around for your flashlight, but to your horror you cannot find it. With your adrenaline in overdrive, you make a mad dash to what you think might be your front door, willing to do anything to get away from the creature that has made its way into your home. You end up running full force into the door, crushing your nose and stunning you for a moment, before you shakily feel for the doorknob, and fling the door open.

You are immediately greeted by the full force of a raging storm, the wind and rain now coming inside. Head reeling, now feeling a wetness run down from your nose, you set out into the storm, in just your pajamas and slippers. You can’t even feel the tears on your face due to the intense downpour as you flee across your yard, in a random direction.

It felt like the rain was drowning you. It was so hard to breathe from the sheer terror coursing through your veins mixed with the tsunami coming down on top of you, which chilled you to the bone. Slowing down to catch your breath for a moment, you slipped on a big pile of mud (which was basically the whole yard) and fell backwards, onto your butt. You let out a cry of pain as you catch yourself with your hands, now feeling the glass shards that are still embedded in your skin.

You can’t help but let out a pitiful wail as you try to push yourself up again, hoping that somehow, somebody will hear you and come to your rescue. And your prayers were answered.

“…Y/N!”

Huh? You could have sworn you heard something. You lift your head and look up, trying to make out anything in the storm.

“Y/N!” You heard it again, but clearer this time.

You look towards the voice and see none other than Wally Darling! He’s running towards you! He quickly makes his way to your side, and helps lift you off the ground, before throwing one of your arms around his shoulder and marching you towards his house. Your legs feel like jelly, and every step you take exhausts you. The adrenaline you felt before worn off, and now you regret even doing this to yourself in the first place. All because of some stupid shadow.

As soon as you get close to Home, it swings the front door wide open so Wally can help you through the door.

“…How… how did you find me?” You ask, shakily sitting down when Wally guided you to the couch.

“Oh, my goodness…” He said, cupping your face, “You’re bloody.” He stated with a look of great concern and even a little bit of fear.

He quickly makes his way out of the room, leaving you sitting on the couch, trying to take everything in. You had a splitting headache, and you felt incredibly weak, like you would just fall over any minute. Wally returns with a first aid kit, and a towel. You didn't realize you were trembling until he wrapped the towel around you.

"Y/N!" Wally waves his hand in front of your face.

You look at him and he repeats himself, "I asked what happened? Why were you outside in this storm? In your pajamas no less?"

You just looked away and shrugged your shoulders slightly, not having any energy. Wally lets out a sigh before opening his first aid kit and begins wiping the blood from your face, and where it dripped onto your neck. He sets the damp washcloth to the side, turning your face to the side with his hand to inspect for any other injury.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks gently, pushing your wet hair out of your face.

You hold out your hands and show him your palms. His pupils dilate and a horrified gasp escapes from his mouth. He makes quick work of extracting the glass, and then disinfecting the wounds and cleaning them of mud and grass. He then tightly wraps your hands with bandages and gathers all the dirty medical supplies and disposes of them.

He then makes his way out of the room again. A moment later he returns, with a fresh washcloth, and extra clothes. He sets them on the couch next to you.

“Here, you can clean yourself up in the bathroom and change.”

You gather everything in your hands and head to where Wally pointed and close the door and lock it when you make it to the bathroom. You peel off your soaking, mud-soaked clothes and begin to wipe yourself off with the damp washcloth. You then put on the spare pajamas that Wally had brought out to you, which were a little too big for you. You fold up your muddy clothes and leave them in a neat pile in the corner of the bathroom. You take a towel and begin drying off your hair.

Once it’s not dripping wet, you fold the towel and set it on your pile of dirty clothes. You then make your way out of the bathroom, and back to the living room, where Wally is waiting for you. You have calmed down enough now to notice that it seems his power has gone out too, as there are a few candles and lanterns set up to help illuminate the room.

“Will you tell me why you were outside, neighbor?” Wally asked, tilting his head.

“I…” you begin to speak, but the fear of what you thought you saw in your house comes back, “I-I thought… It was so dark…” you manage to choke out, tears filling your eyes.

Wally immediately notices your distress, and gently guides you back to the couch, and he sits down with you. As tears begin to fall down your face, he soothingly rubs a hand on your back, encouraging you to continue.

“The dark… it terrifies me. I had nightlights in my room, but the power went out. I couldn’t sleep so I went to get some water, but then I thought I saw something!” you cried, “standing in the corner, watching me… I dropped my cup and fell on it, and then I got so scared I ran outside!” you began to tremble recalling the events.

Wally scoots closer to you and rests his head on your shoulder, still rubbing your back. “Next time you get scared, come over to Home. We will keep you safe…”

You sniffled and wrapped your arms around Wally, bringing him into a tight embrace.

“You must be very tired, neighbor,” Wally said, not pulling away from the embrace, “you should go back to bed. You can sleep in my bed.”

At the mention of sleeping, you can’t help but let a big yawn escape you. You do feel tired, both physically and emotionally. You nod and Wally takes your hand, guiding you from the couch and up the stairs towards his bedroom. He brings in an electronic lantern and switches it on and sets it on the bedside table.

“Here, this can be your nightlight.” He said as he looked over to you, and patted the bed, “come on, bedtime!”

You made your way over to Wally’s bed and tucked yourself in under the covers.

Wally tilts his head at you, “Is there anything else you need?”

You hesitated for a moment, before moving over to the side of the bed and patting the empty space next to you. Wally immediately sits on the bed and looks at you.

“Will you… stay with me tonight?” you shyly ask.

Wally’s pupils dilate in surprise, and you thought you saw his face go a little pink.

“Of course, anything you need,” he said and slowly slid into bed next to you, being as close to his edge of the bed as possible.

“Thank you, Wally,” you turn on your side and look at him, “It’s nice to not be alone after a rough night.”

Wally turns on his side to face you. He’s quiet for a moment before speaking, “goodnight (Y/N),” he murmured.

“Goodnight Wally,” you smile and wrap an arm around his body and pull him closer.

This elicits a small squeak of surprise from him as you wrap yourself around him and cuddle into him. Wally stares at you with big eyes, and a pink face. You let out a long sigh as you listen to the therapeutic sound of rain hitting the window, and the occasional thunder booming. You close your eyes and allow sleep to take you.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #welcome home wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #wally my beloved #wally welcome home #wally darling welcome home #wally darling x you #wally x reader #welcome home fanfic #wh wally

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fantasylandbitch · 6 months

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Summary: With visiting hours over, Kirby stays behind to watch over you, keeping Sam and Tara updated as time goes on but while at the hospital a strange dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, something you can’t quite explain. The dream sticks with you and as the day turns into the night you start to become hyperaware of those around you.

Warning: Long Chapter, Metamorphosis, Child Death, Cussing, Protective Sam, Voices, Manipulation

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 (Chapter 9 Coming Soon)

-Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

The sound of bare feet can be heard in your room but at first, you think nothing of it, it is almost like white noise to your ears even though you can sleep better when you're in complete silence in a dark room.

-Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

But much to your disappointment the sound persists while you lay in bed so when you finally sit up, the moon illuminates the room and you realize you are in the hospital alone, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why you were there. “Hello?” you say aloud before you turn your head to the left to find a chair near your bed and Kirby’s badge slung across it “Kirby? Kirby you out there!?” You yell into the room before you, hoping that it might reach someone beyond the doorway but no one comes or responds back to you so you carefully get off the bed and you freely walk to the doorway of your assigned room.

-pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter-

You hear the same sound of bare feet hitting the floor as you enter the hallway but this time you don’t say anything and you don’t move. You try to listen to the sounds around you but it is eerily quiet and something about that is very unsettling to you while you take a quiet deep breath in before you start walking again. While you take careful steps forward you come to a stop when you hear a child giggling somewhere in front of you and then behind you “STOP! THIS ISN’T FUNNY.” You yell into the void as the child in the dark pulls at your clothes before running down the hallway in front of you when a voice echoes through the hallway.

“Is that any way to talk to a child?” Ghost Face’s disembodied voice echoed.

His voice makes you look around the dark hallway as your heart starts to race in your chest. Then you hear a scraping sound against the wall behind you causing you to turn your back on the hallway that the child ran down before walking backward, scanning for any threats as you go.

Ghost Face laughs “You are such an easy target, you know that?” he pauses “You protect your friends by warning them, will even get stabbed for them, and what do you get in return?” he questions.

“Credit for being the friend who's their ride or die” You talk into the void as you continue to walk backwards but as you do lightning strikes outside the series of windows around you. The lightning illuminates the hallway you are in and for a second you see Ghost Face’s shadow covering your own on the floor so you turn around quickly, tripping yourself in the process.

“Wrong” his voice booms. “They abandon you and leave you to die,” he says, bringing his knife up to stab you.

But he is instantly gone when the light emitting from the lightning disappears in the hallway making you breathe heavily as you hit the floor while your eyes dart around in the dark before getting up, you hear him laugh. “No they fucking didn’t! I’m still here!” you yell out “I’m still alive!”

“That’s what you think” his voice gets dark.“Maybe we should ask the kid” he spoke again but this time Ghost Face sounds like he’s far away.

“No! Leave that kid out of this!” You yell out as you hear heavy footsteps running down the hallway and a door opening at the other end of it so you sprint after him and when you open the door you find yourself in a room that looks vaguely similar to your apartment. Then you hear another door opening and then slam at the end of the room where your bedroom would be so you run over to it and when you go to open the door, it doesn’t budge. Then you hear the child screaming on the other side “I SAID LEAVE THAT KID ALONE!” you screamed at the door. Then you take a step back getting ready to kick the door down “One, two, three” you whisper to yourself using your foot to knock the door open before feeling a gust of wind hit you. After busting down the door you run out of the building to find Ghost Face with the child you yelled at earlier and yourself on the hospital roof top but you hear rushing water instead of faraway sounds of cars and sirens.

“Took you long enough,” Ghost Face says to you as he tilts his head pulling a knife from his pocket.“You would think she would have a sense of urgency” he spoke to the child he was holding with his other hand.

“I’m the one you want. Let the kid go” you say to Ghost Face, walking closer to him while you put your hands up like you were trying to calm the killer down before you look at the child. But as you continue to walk closer to them you start to feel pain in your back making you internally groan as you keep a brave face before your breath hitches and a bigger wave of pain runs through you as you come to a stop. You can slowly feel your energy start to seep out of you like water seeping out of the side of a mountain as your brows furrowed in confusion before looking down at the side of your stomach only for you to see blood pool onto your shirt. That was the moment your body started to give up while your body faced another wave of pain as you fell to your knees on the concrete rooftop “Let the child go!” you forced out, finding it hard to breathe.

Ghost Face started to laugh again as he forced the child to walk in front of him until they were right in front of you. “That’s not how this works Y/n” Ghost Face says to you, as he kicks the kid behind their knees forcing them to kneel before moving his knife against their throat.

“Don’t do this please” you say looking up at Ghost Face with tears in your eyes before focusing on the child in front of you as you examine them. Then the child moves their head up to look back at you and that is when you start to notice who the kid is in front of you.

“You can’t bargain with a serial killer!” he yells at you as he takes the knife away from the kid's throat getting his hand ready for what's next.

Your eyes widened “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! TAKE ME!” you pleaded as you desperately tried to get Ghost Face to stab you and not the little kid in front of you because you know who that kid is. You noticed their (eye color), the shape of their nose, the shape of their lips, (length of hair and hair color). You recognize who it is because the child in front of you is YOU.

“You fucked up our plan, Y/N!” Ghost Face yells at you as he walks back over to the little version of you, putting the knife to your throat “It’s only fair we fuck with you too” he says before dragging the knife across your throat.

A blood-curdling scream ripped from your throat in the hospital room, your nightmare that felt almost too real for you rendered you momentarily useless for you were unable to control your hands as you fought the air almost hitting your sister-in-law in the face. “Wake up Y/n! Y/n!” Kirby yells your name while you scream before touching your arm as you jolt awake under her touch. “You’re safe Y/n” she continued trying to comfort you while running her fingers through your hair as she got up from her chair before pulling away from you “I’m going to get you a nurse okay. I’ll be right back Y/n,” she says before walking into the hallway turning right so she can find someone to look you over now that you're awake.

While Kirby is getting a nurse for you, you're panting on the hospital bed unsure of what to say or do as your eyes dart around the room looking at your surroundings, you try to stop crying but you are unable to because the nightmare was still fresh in your head, you're too alert. You attempt to take a deep breath in but your breath hitches noticing a slight wave of pain run up your side so you carefully move your left hand to touch your side as you quickly look down at the bandage you slowly realize that the wounds from your dream are actually real. “Hey Kirby!?” you yell from the bed as you hear footsteps come down the hallway while your mind is bracing you for who it might be, only to sigh in relief.

“I have a nurse on their way for you, she shouldn’t be long now,” Kirby says to you as she walks over to the chair to push it forward so it’s next to your bed. Then she sits down and reaches for your hand to caress trying to further comfort you but instead, she lowers the bed rails to sit next to you on the bed. “What do you need Y/N?” she asks, examining your features while she tries to calm herself down from the scare you gave her a few seconds ago.

“How did I get here?” you ask trying to make sense of your situation.

At first, Kirby gives you a concerned look before answering you “Your friends called for an ambulance to come and aid you. You-” she says stopping her thought before looking at her phone wondering if she should text Sam and Tara to update them before continuing “You arrived at the hospital with Ethan a few hours ago.” Her answer causes you to nod in acknowledgment before you gently lay back down wiping your eyes while Kirby watches you as her federal instincts start to kick in, thinking to unfortunately integrate you. “Y/n….” she started before she got quiet like she was afraid to know the details of what happened to you earlier “Can you recall what happened to you?” Kirby finally asked you.

Her question makes you look up at her with furrowed brows. Then you look down at your hands trying to recall what happened but your brain instead pulls you back to your dream where you were on the hospital’s rooftop, you recall hearing rushing water and not cars. Your silence makes Kirby take a deep breath before adjusting herself on the bed causing you to answer her “I-I’m trying to remember what happened to me but I have nothing to offer you..” you start before looking up at her “The last thing I remember is having dinner with Sam in my apartment..” you paused as you recall Sam kissing your cheek “and someone knocking on the front door before she ended the night with kissing my cheek” you finished trying to hide a smile at the memory.

As Kirby listens to you all she can do is nod making mental notes of what the Core 4 and Ethan had told her thus far and how some of their stories line up with yours but what got her taking another deep breath in your presence was when you mentioned Sam kissing your cheek. Kirby had no idea that being a big sister related to you or not could make her heart ache a lot more than what Charlie and Jill did to her but it also made Kirby a bit mad at the new information about Sam giving you affection, a small detail that Sam left out of her story. “That’s okay Y/n. I don’t expect you to remember the details after a traumatic event-” she starts when a nurse comes in to check on you to make sure you're up to code in health.

“You seem to have made a speedy recovery which is great, you must have great genes. I would like to say that at the moment we don’t have a doctor staffed yet to further asses you but I’ll put in a request. I personally think you should be able to leave by later tonight,” the nurse says to you and Kirby before walking out of the room to put your information into the computer and get you a doctor to set you up to leave later that day.

“Well if I were you Y/n-” Kirby starts, reaching for your hand as you welcome her into your own as she gives your hand a squeeze “I would maybe try to get some sleep and while you're doing that I will update the Carpenters,” she says to you before going into her jacket pocket to retrieve her phone again but you interject.

“Wait,” you say to Kirby, squeezing her hand and pulling her a little closer to you just by an inch. “I-I don’t think that is a good idea,” you say next and Kirby gives you a questioning look before opening her mouth but you stop her “It’s not that I don’t trust Sam and Tara, in fact, I-I think I would trust them with my life but right now I don’t think it's a good idea to disclose anything not when I don’t know what happened to me.”

“What are you trying to say Y/n?” Kirby says locking eyes with you “Because it does sound like you really don’t trust Sam and Tara with or without your memory” she says with amusement to which you lightly kick her in the back with your leg “Okay that was rude.”

“I’m not sorry about that,” you say in response with a smile to which Kirby smiles back with a light laugh knowing you didn’t lose the funny side of your personality. As Observant as you are, you notice something flash across those green eyes of hers that Kirby thought she could hide from you. You can’t place what exact emotion lit up in front of you but you know it was based in sadness but you don’t know why “I think we should play it safe that’s all. After all, we don't know who’s wearing the mask."

Kirby nods in response to your request even though unknowingly to you she can sense that something about you has changed but she’s not sure if it was for the better or the absolute worst. “Okay, alright, fine mini Gale. Later I will have one of the girls pick you up” she says and you nod while smiling at the jab before giving her a questionable look.

“Where are you planning to go later?” you asked wanting to know where Kirby was going just in case something happened to her.

“Y/n you said you wanted us to play it safe so that is what we’ll do. Later I’m going to head over to your apartment to pick up some clothes for you but I’m also going to look over the evidence before Detective Bailey arrives at the scene. If I find anything I’ll text your phone…I’m pretty sure Tara has it now.” Kirby says thinking about who might have your phone to charge and protect your privacy.

“Sounds good just please be careful okay?” you respond to her plan.

Your concern makes Kirby smile and look at you with soft eyes before leaning forward to give your forehead a quick peck “I will, now get some sleep” she says as your eyelids begin to get heavy, and your worries disappear from talking to your sister-in-law.

Later that morning Kirby places a note on your movable table to let you know where she had gone before she followed through with her plan as she walked out of the hospital. Kirby entered her car turning the key as her car came on before checking the time which said 9:00 am as she put her seat belt on, sighing to herself before backing up in the parking lot and then driving over to your apartment. When she arrived at your apartment she parked her car and then proceeded to walk to the front entrance of the apartment building upon opening the door she could feel that it was sort of cold in the lobby as she put her black gloves on so she didn’t contaminate any of the evidence if she chose to inspect them. Kirby could almost feel death in the air as her nose picked up a metallic scent as she walked further into the lobby before stopping mid-way. She notices the dried blood on the ground before turning her head to the basement door, which makes her shiver thinking about what you had gone through the other day as your bloody handprint is on display before walking up the stairs to your apartment. When Kirby reached the top floor she stopped to take a breath as she turned her head to your apartment door wondering if the scene that Sam had described for her was actually true it honestly made her a little nervous to find out before remembering that you live across from your landlord so she turns around to knock on the door.

But before she could, Kirby heard a door slam below and someone trying to get her attention “Excuse me Detective?” someone called making Kirby look down the stairs to the second floor. “If you're looking for the landlord, I’m afraid you missed her, Diana left to go on vacation last night.”

“I see and what is your name?” Kirby asks, trying to get more information before walking down the stairs to the second level she reaches into her pockets to find her cards.

“I’m Kristen. I live in room 104 with my wife and kids,” she says before smiling at Kirby when she finds her cards.

“Thanks for letting me know Kristen. If your landlord happens to arrive home early. Could you ask her to call this number?” Kirby asks with a light smile.

Kristen nods as she takes her card “Yes of course. Oh um, I apologize for the incorrect title. I will make sure she gets the message Agent Reed” Kristen says as she is about to leave for work at the same time that Kirby is walking up the stairs “Agent Reed?”

Kirby stops midway on the stairs before turning around to face your neighbor.

Kristen then said “I hope the neighbor Y/n who lives upstairs is doing okay and I hope you get the bastard who hurt her” surprising Kirby before continuing down the stairs to work while Kirby walked up the stairs to your front door.

When Kirby finally got to your front door she had to take a deep breath before opening it and as she pushed the door open her eyes widened at the scene as she entered your apartment because she saw how much of your blood painted the floor, the counter, near your dining room, in your living room, and your bedroom door. Kirby had to take a moment to close her eyes to relax and stay focused before searching around your apartment for your duffle bag “Come on Kirby where would your sister-in-law keep her duffle bag?” she asked herself.

Then Kirby turned her head to your bedroom door when she couldn't find your duffle bag near your TV. Hence, she gets up and walks over to your bedroom door before turning the handle and taking another deep breath in as she scans your room she notices that the sun has cast a shadow under your bed so she walks over to your bed to drag your duffle bag out from under the bed. “She must have packed after Sam asked her so why would Ethan not mention the bag?” she questioned to no one in particular before getting up to walk out of your apartment closing your bedroom door before your front door as she walked back to her car.

When Kirby got near her car she opened her trunk. She moved some of her blankets aside so she could fit your duffle bag until she heard something heavy scrape against another object in your bag. At first, she wouldn’t go snooping in your bag just in case there was an object you didn’t want her to know about. Still, curiosity got the best of her and she opened the bag. While Kirby unzips your duffle bag she smirks thinking it's an object to help you relieve some stress that you might have but when she looks inside the bag her smirk is immediately replaced by horror before she shakes her head and zips it back up.

“Everything alright Agent Reed?” a man says aloud making Kirby slam her trunk to lock it before quickly turning around to face the person who said her name.

“Detective Bailey good morning. I’m glad your here I was just getting prepped to go inside” She lies successfully before she notices another cup of coffee in Detective Bailey’s hand.

“Oh yes, here you go,” Detective Bailey says before handing Kirby a cup of coffee “I’ve been eyeing that coffee shop since my daughter….had found it closer to home. I thought I would have us try it before the uh rest of the team gets here.” He says nodding his head with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee while Kirby joins him and takes a sip of her own.

“Oh, that definitely hits the spot,” Kirby says before humming at the slightly strong hazelnut coffee taste. “Thanks for the coffee, Bailey. I really needed the pick me up” Kirby says with a light smile before turning her head to see the police department arrive.

“Looks like the rest of the team is here,” Detective Bailey says as he turns around in his spot.

“Yes. They. Are” she says with a sigh of relief at the same time she’s taking in the fresh cold air through her lungs as she secretly looks over at Detective Bailey before taking another sip of her coffee. “Let’s get suited up Detective” Kirby says aloud with a smirk making Detective Bailey look over at her with a smirk of his own.

“Nothing more like the present Agent Reed. Let’s look sharp” he nods following her lead.

Later in the evening at Danny’s apartment, your friends are still lying about the apartment waiting for an update from Kirby. That means Chad and Ethan brought their blankets over to the living room as they lay on the floor watching one of your favorite movies with Mindy and Tara who are sitting on the couch while Sam is in the kitchen with Danny watching the same movie every now and again while also helping make dinner.

“Any updates on your friend?” Danny asks as he looks over at Sam noticing that she wasn’t cutting the potatoes. “Sam,” he said her name a bit louder near her making her turn her head to look at him.

“Uh no not yet,” Sam says shaking her head tiredly at his question as she continues to cut the potatoes in front of her as she thinks about you silently. She tries to remain hopeful about your recovery as she looks over at her little sister “Hey Tara?”

“Yeah?” Tara responds to her sister, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

“Has Kirby updated you about Y/n at all?” Sam asks, trying to sound calm and not worried even though Tara can tell that she is before she pulls her eyes away from the TV to look at her older sister.

Then Tara gets up from the couch to join her sister in the kitchen with Danny “Nope” she says sitting on a kitchen stool in front of the island. “That doesn’t mean she’s not okay though. If we know Y/n like we should then maybe she told Kirby not to say anything.”

“Tara, ¿por qué haría eso?” Sam asks engaging her little sister in a private conversation.

(Tara, why would she do that?)

Tara gives Sam a questioning look before responding to her “¿Alguna vez pensaste que tal vez ella no confiaba en nadie del grupo?” She says before taking a deep breath as Danny looks between the two sisters.

(Have you ever thought that maybe she didn't trust anyone in the group?)

Sam gives Tara a pointed look making her little sister gesture with her eyes to behind her and Sam immediately looks at Ethan and not the entire group before looking over at Danny briefly when Kirby shoots them a text.

Tara and Sam look at each other before reaching for their phones to look at the message they’ve been waiting for, Tara responds with a smile “Es hora de recoger a nuestra chica.”

(Time to pick up our girl)

Sam gives her sister a light smile “Mindy can you help Danny cut the vegetables for me please?” she asks Mindy.

Mindy nodded at the request as she got up smiling a little at Tara and Sam’s pep in their step “Get going you two” she gestured with her hands as the Carpenters left to go to the hospital.

“Where are they going?” Chad asks his sister as she walks around the island to help skin some carrots while Danny is cutting up meat into little pieces.

Mindy gives her brother a serious look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She says cutting the carrots roughly “You’ll find out when they get back” Mindy ends the conversation making Chad nod before standing up with his blanket to sit on the couch while Ethan looks at them like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Mindy?” Danny calls her name as she looks over at her neighbor “Do you happen to know what the girls were saying in Spanish?” he asks with innocent eyes.

Danny’s question and face made her laugh as she pushed him away “I have no clue. Boy next door and even if I did I wouldn’t say shit” she says as she went back to skinning and cutting more carrots for dinner.

When the Carpenter sisters arrived at the hospital they initially thought they had to sign paperwork to let you out but much to their surprise they didn’t have to as they got to the counter. “We’re here to pick up Y/n,” Sam says to the customer service agent making the woman nod before responding.

“She should be down in a bit, just take a seat in the waiting area for her, okay?” She asks Sam and the girls nod before heading over to the waiting area to take a seat as they wait for you.

As Tara plays a game on her phone she can feel the vibrations of her sister’s leg bouncing next to her making her sigh as she puts down her phone “¿Estás bien Sam?” she asks her sister, turning her head to look at her.

(Are you okay Sam?)

Sam nods as she looks down at her hands before hiding them and responding to her little sister “Solo estoy nerviosa de verla eso es todo.”

(I'm just nervous to see her that's all)

Tara nods in response to her older sister’s answer before watching her stand up as she looks ahead and Tara soon follows, turning her head, she sees you. When she saw you walking into the lobby Tara couldn’t hold in her excitement as you got closer to the waiting area, Tara grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her to you “Y/N!” she yelled before letting go of her sister’s hand to go hug you.

When you caught sight of Tara running at you out of excitement you knew to brace for impact because as Tara got closer she had her arms open wide for you, which you happily embraced her for. But to your surprise, she embraces you softly and as you look down with a smile you notice that she is crying and your eyes start to tear up as you hug her back “Tara I’m so sorry for being a bad friend” You cry into her hair.

“You weren’t! I was! I’m sorry Y/n!” she yelled into you as her crying slowly started to stop. “When we were on our way back to your apartment I was going to give you your favorite snack and drink to apologize for the way I was acting but I was too late,” Tara says nodding before wiping her eyes.

You tap and rub Tara’s back as you look down at her “I’m still here” you say to her before you look up to see Sam but you only catch a glimpse of her from the back as she walks out of the hospital. “Tara, is your sister okay?” You asked looking down at her as Tara turned around to see that her sister wasn’t in the building.

“I know she was nervous to see you but I didn’t think she would let it get to her” she responds to you before taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go back home, come on,” Tara says as she slowly drags you with her out of the hospital and to the car.

On the drive back to Danny’s house you are seated behind Sam on the passenger side of the car and while you relax in the back you can feel your eyelids getting heavy from the movement of the car but also from using your energy to walk around.

While you're half asleep Tara says something to her sister in Spanish “¿Por qué regresaste al auto sin decirle nada a Y/n?” she asked while behind the wheel, looking over at Sam, and Sam responded back.

(Why did you walk back to the car without saying anything thing to Y/n?)

“No estaba lista para verla, Tara,” Sam says to her little sister before she yells “Tara stop the car!” the car comes to a complete stop almost crashing into a car in front of them, and the sudden halt forces you to wake up in a fright.

(I wasn't ready to see her, Tara)

“Everyone okay?” you ask in your half-sleep drunken stupor before you rub and slap your face so you can be more awake but the girls don’t respond to you. “GUYS are two okay?” you ask a bit annoyed this time causing Sam and Tara to jump in their seats.

“Yes we are” they both answered shaking their head at the same time before looking at each other.

You take a deep breath before talking again “Good, just be careful on the road Tara. New York City drivers can be wild sometimes, you have to keep your eyes peeled.” You say to Tara before adding “You too Sam don’t get distracted” catching the Carpenter sisters shaking their heads as they hide their smiles from you not realizing how happy they both are that you're back in their presence again.

Soon after you and the Carpenter sisters arrive at their apartment building in Bowery. Tara parks the car across the street and the girls get ready to get out of your car while you try to figure out how you should get out of the passenger side by yourself when Sam opens your door making you look up at her. You both end up staring at each other for a few minutes before Sam extends her hand out for you to grab helping you out of the car. After you close your car door behind you a passerby you didn’t see walking your way scares you into falling back into your car as you lost your footing on the sidewalk. But you didn’t feel the impact because Sam catches you by wrapping you up in her arms one hand holding your lower back and the other carefully holding your upper back without reinjuring you in the process. But just as you are about to move away from Sam, she tightens her arms around you not wanting to let you go just yet. It occurs to you at that moment that Sam might have been feeling responsible for whatever happened to you the other day and is asking for your forgiveness in the form of a hug so you let her have this. You melt into her embrace in a silent forgiveness causing her to groan into your shoulder as she buries her face into it at the same time your hands press into her ribs as you feel every muscle in her body twitch and relax under your touch, your hands eventually reaching up her back pulling her flushed against your body.

Tara smiles from the sidewalk across the street as she pulls her phone out to take a picture of the two of you for two reasons. One she can cherish this memory of the two of you hugging and Two to use it as blackmail to get something she wants from her sister later down the road before she decides to enter the building to walk over to Danny’s apartment.

For the few minutes that you and Sam are together hugging each other in silence near your car you start to feel your shirt become wet and Sam shaking as she starts to cry into your shoulder a sight you didn’t expect to experience again. Her cries keep you quiet as you take in a deep breath while listening to some of what your feelings are telling you, your emotions are telling you to cry because seeing Sam in pain hurts you so deeply. But you hold them back even though you can feel your own tears coming to the surface, you know it wasn’t the right time and that Sam needed you right now so you lean your head against hers feeling her soft skin against your own as you tuck her hair behind her ear. Because you know that sometimes skin contact is what soothes her even when it’s just your hands entangling into one another secretly like underneath the blankets during a movie night or your legs touching each other as you two sit across each other at a table and to this day it makes you wonder why she would feel so safe with you. It should be obvious to you but it’s not.

“Shh” you cooed softly next to Sam’s ear while rubbing her back and kissing her cheek "Shh" you cooed again. Sam finds your thoughtful gestures at making her calm down so endearing that it almost makes her feel a little weak in the knees as she holds you this close to her body. She finds it difficult to imagine what her world would look like if Ghost Face had succeeded in taking you away from her and the very thought has her putting her chin on your shoulder as the cold breeze dances across her tear-stained cheeks. She’s lost in thought for a moment as she continues to hold you while she looks across the street at her apartment building remembering how her family and you were attacked at her apartment. She remembers how you were willing to stay behind so that her family was safe in Danny’s apartment when the day before you covered Tara’s back while they were running out of the bodega to safety without you. Sam could feel something starting to click in her head when her train of thought was cut off by something wet hitting the side of her face so she blinked before pulling back to look up at the sky.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying” Sam heard you say as you tried to hide your face from her feeling embarrassed as she looked down at you with soft eyes. “Maybe we should head inside” you spoke up “I’m sure Danny and your family are starting to get worried,” you said last before you started to feel one of Sam’s hands caress your face guiding you to look up at her while her other hand remains on your lower back. Sam stares into your eyes with a soft longing look as she rubs the side of your face with her thumb. Her eyes move between your eyes and your lips while you can’t help but watch her contemplate if she should kiss you softly or consume you whole. The very thought of her kissing you has you nervous because you’ve never kissed anyone before but the way Sam looks at your lips. You're thinking ‘I want this’ as Sam leans her head down to kiss you while you close your eyes. When Sam’s lips finally meet yours she moves her lips against yours in a way that allows you to practice kissing her before you start to get the hang of her movements as she feels your hands slowly move from her body to her face and into her hair. Your actions cause Sam to gently push you into your car eliciting a light moan from you and that sweet sound from your throat lets Sam know that you’ve been meaning to kiss her for a while like she’s been meaning to kiss you. Sam proceeds to lick the bottom of your lip as gently as possible because she doesn’t want to pressure you into anything before she feels your tongue lick the bottom of hers as you both smile into each other getting into a gentle but heated kiss.

“Hey, Ethan! Dinner’s ready!” Mindy yells pulling Ethan’s eyes away from his phone.

“Okay, I’ll be right there!” Ethan yells back as he receives a text message from someone and it reads.

Ethan hums at this because he’s itching to cut something open as he hears the front door open as you and Sam walk into the apartment.

“Sam it’s about time you-” Chad spoke up before becoming quiet making Mindy, Danny, and Tara look up from their food. Tara smiles while eating her bowl of stew that Danny made as Ethan gets up from the ground.

Danny is the first person to get up from his spot at the island to come and greet you “Hey you” he says before gently hugging you while Sam instinctively gets closer to you as she watches Mindy and Chad come over to hug you.

“I’m glad you're back Y/n,” Chad says as he hugs you and you give him a gentle hug back.

“I’m glad to be back, Chad,” you say softly before messing with his hair as he takes a step back so you can hug Mindy but you notice she’s a bit teary-eyed.

When Mindy hugs you she hugs you a little tight making you groan so she loosens her hug “Sorry Y/n I didn’t mean to” she says as she looks over at Sam seeing her lightly smile while you hide apart of your face in her shoulder as you look over at Ethan.

“You're fine Mindy,” you say to her reassuring her that she did nothing wrong before you furrow your brows a little as you stare at Ethan. A sudden voice passes through your head ‘Your friends are lost…..which means I can easily kill them with their guard down’ the voice says but it’s faint and you can’t quite place whose voice it belongs to. The voice makes you a little on edge as your body stiffens a little as you let go of Mindy and Sam can see this as Ethan walks over to the kitchen “Hi Ethan” you wave at him but it feels weird.

“Welcome back Y/n,” Ethan says nervously with a smile around you as he grabs himself a bowl to put food into before going into the living room while Sam takes off her bomber jacket to put on the coat rack on the wall.

“Make sure you two grab some food there’s plenty there,” Danny says before going back to eating his food and talking to Chad in between.

You and Sam nod with a hum before you walk over to the kitchen as you sniff the air as a smile graces your face smelling the ingredients from the stew instead of the cleaning products from the hospital as you walk into the kitchen. While you are in the kitchen you look around the kitchen counter for a bowl when you look up to find two bowls in the cabinet above you so you go to open the cabinet.

Ethan discreetly watches you from the coffee table in the living room before realizing that he didn’t have a fork with him so he decided to get up from his spot at the coffee table to get one. While he walks over to the kitchen he thinks of ways to fuck with your head feeling a little bolder with each step he takes than usual even with Sam around making him put on a gentle smile even though on the inside he’s grinning wildly.

But Sam kept vigilant, she takes every mental note of Ethan’s behavior while you're around so she walks over to you while Ethan makes his way to the kitchen after she locks the front door. “Let me get the bowls for you Y/n,” she says putting her left hand on your hip while reaching up to get the bowls with her other hand.

“Y-Yeah sure,” you say shyly to Sam with a smile even though you both made out at your car before staring at her toned arm while also taking note of where her other hand is placed as you smile at her. “Thanks, Sam,” you say softly to her as Sam smiles to herself before looking down at your eyes and nodding at you.

“Not a problem,” Sam says to you as she backs away so you can get some food first before she hears Ethan clear his throat as she looks over at him with a serious look. “Need something Ethan?” she says leaning back on the island while you scoop some stew from the pot as she crosses her arms.

“Y-Yeah I just forgot to get a fork,” He says with a nervous smile looking at Sam before looking over at you briefly “I can’t eat without one,” he says shrugging his shoulders making Sam nod before he walks over to where you are by the counter while your friends at the island watch you three like they’re watching a soap opera.

At the last second, you catch a glimpse of Ethan as you turn to walk to your left of the island when Ethan stops you by putting his hand on the handle of the drawer, almost making you spill the stew on yourself as he pulls on the handle near you pulling it open as he looks over at you, trapping you between himself and the counter.

“You should have stayed at the hospital,” Ethan says under his breath but loud enough so that you can only hear him while watching you with wild eyes before he looks down to retrieve a fork and backs away from you but not before lightly pressing the back of the fork against your wounded side while he has you distracted.

“What?” you say to Ethan before your breath hitches lightly as Sam pushes past him so she can purposely pick up her bowl while at the same time trapping you between herself and the counter, her body creating a temporary barrier for you.

“Did you get what you needed?” Sam asks in a serious tone as she feels your body relax against hers as Ethan nods with a light smile closing the drawer. Then she watched him walk around the island and to the living room where he was sitting last before turning to look back at you “Are you okay?” she gently whispered into your ear.

“Yeah I’m fine” you whispered back with a nod before walking past Sam and over to the island to sit next to Tara before realizing you forgot to get a fork yourself “Sh-”. Just when you were going to get up Sam sits down next to you before placing a fork in your stew while Tara pours you a cup of water and places it some inches away from your bowl and you just look at them both with a questioning look.

“Okay Sam, I see you,” Mindy says aloud catching Sam’s attention as you briefly look up at Mindy and then at Sam before going back to eating your bowl of stew on the island.

Sam takes a deep breath before looking over at Mindy “See what?” she asks before eating as Sam begins to tap her leg against the seat while Tara looks at Mindy with a smile.

“You know what? Nothing” Mindy says smiling to herself knowingly thinking about how Sam was protecting you in the kitchen just now before looking over at you. “How are you doing Y/n since you were released from being detained at the hospital?” Mindy asked jokingly causing you to almost snort with food in your mouth.

You cough a little “Good it’s been really good so far…I don’t have to worry about missing you guys anymore” you say smiling because even though you're alive and well there is this deep sense of sadness that passes through you it’s like something is missing but you don’t know what it is.

Sam subtly looks over at you wondering what you might be feeling then looks at her bowl and then at yours seeing how they’re both empty before watching Chad get up to get more stew while she bumps her elbow against yours to get your attention.

“What’s up Sam?” you ask turning your head to look at her, giving Sam a gentle smile as you bump the side of your shoulder into hers in response.

“Do you want me to get you more food?” Sam asks, scanning your face and then your lips before watching you shake your head.

“I think I’m uh done for the night,” you say, looking down at her lips before looking away “I can clean my own bowl.” You say next bringing your bowl closer to your body when Tara got up from her seat and snatched your bowl up “Hey I said I was going to clean my own bowl!”

Tara heard you say “Didn’t ask Y/n” she yells back before putting your bowl in the sink with hers making you look at Sam who looked at you awkwardly before sighing and getting up to wash the dishes with her sister.

While Sam and Tara are occupied at the counter Danny retrieves Mindy and Chad’s bowls bringing them over to the counter to place them in the sink before walking up to the island “So Y/n…what happened yesterday?” he asks you causing Sam to stop washing the dishes for a moment as she turned her head slightly.

“Uh umm I-I don’t. I don’t remember what happened yesterday except for having dinner with Sam and someone knocking on my apartment door” you say nervously catching Sam looking over her shoulder at you before going back to cleaning the dishes when Chad started getting slightly pushy.

“So you wouldn’t know what happened to Ethan then?” Chad questions making Mindy look over at him with a questioning look while Ethan is in the living room smiling to himself now realizing that he has Chad wrapped around his finger and that he would go out of his way to defend him and his false confession.

“I uh no I wouldn’t but could you fill me in?” you question as you reach for your cup of water that Tara poured for you earlier while you racked your brain for answers.

“Ethan told us that you guys went down to the basement to turn on the breaker in your apartment building before you dipped on him to supposedly go back to the entrance only to hit him over the head with a bat,” Chad says a little seriously making Mindy defend you.

“Excuse me Chad then explain how Y/n would have those wounds?” Mindy asks him as the Carpenter sisters get done with what they were doing to fully listen in on Chad and Mindy’s conversation with you before Danny adds his two cents.

“I’ve uh never seen the Stab films but uh based off of the other movies that I’ve watched. What if that’s what this Ghost Fucker wants you guys to do? You know be at each other's throats?” Danny voiced considering how you’re unable to remember most of your night yesterday and he’s sure it’s frustrating for you not to be able to recall anything as he watched you get up.

“I’ll be right back,” you say aloud before looking over at Danny “Could you show me where the bathroom is?” you asked and Danny nodded walking around the island to help you while Sam could tell that you needed some space.

“Here we are,” Danny says, guiding you to the bathroom as he gives you a little tour of his apartment on the way over.

“Thanks, Danny,” you say giving him a tired smile and he gently patted your shoulder as a ‘you’re welcome’ before he walked away so that you could head into the bathroom by yourself. When you enter the bathroom you immediately close the door locking it behind you while leaning on it. While you lean against the door you contemplate what actually happened the night before “What happened to you yesterday?” you ask yourself quietly closing your eyes when you hear a voice pass through your head 'You protect your friends by warning them, will even get stabbed for them and what do you get in return?’ you hear before shaking your head to use the toilet.

“You know Y/n has been in the bathroom for a while,” Ethan says as he looks over at Chad and the rest of his friends before getting up to clean his bowl.

“You think she might be stalling?” Chad says to the group as he tries to figure out which side of the room he’s on yours or Ethan's.

“You think she might be stalling?” Mindy mocks her brother out of love for you considering that you helped save her and her girlfriend’s life. “What would she be stalling for you dingbat? ” she says next before looking over at Sam with a tight-lipped smile “Want me to go check on her?” she asks.

Sam’s brows go up at her as she cleans a fancy glass with a clean rag before placing it on the drying rack “No you don’t have to Mindy I got it.” she says drying her hands quickly before she gets caught in the crossfire between Mindy and her brother “You guys just set up for bed while I go check on Y/n” making everyone nod. While Sam is walking down the hallway to the bathroom to check on you she hears the facet running from the sink so she waits outside the bathroom for you because she also wanted to know where you wanted to sleep tonight.

While washing your hands your mind brings you back to the dream you had earlier that morning you try to figure out why the hospital hallway was so dark. You felt that there was possibly more to that nightmare before you thought more about what Chad said to you ‘You guys went down to the basement to turn on the breaker in your apartment building before you dipped on him.’ Your gut told you that a scenario like that wasn’t possible for you because as much as you wanted to leave a friend behind, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself while you look in the mirror. Then you bent down to splash some water and massage your face as you closed your eyes turning off the facet and when you went to open your eyes it was to the sound of the shower curtains moving out of the way as you looked up at the mirror and the sight made your eyes widen and a chill run down your spine.

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it's never over - l.hughes

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2:22 seconds remained on the clock, the third period is headed to the end. heart is racing, nerves and stakes are too high. every michigan fan is on the edge of their seat; they know that their team can do this, y/n knows that luke can do it. holding onto her hand tightly, ellen watches with y/n as luke skates down the ice trying everything he can to block shots.

"cmon, I know you got it in you. michigan magic." y/n whispers, ellen's hand grips tighter when she sees the shot go in, the shot that luke barely missed. now it's 4-2, and only about 1:45 left. a commercial break pauses the game but doesn't break the tension on the ice.

"ellen---" y/n says in almost a whisper as they see luke skate back to the bench, trashcan in hand, head covered. "it's okay, he is doing it because he is nervous, probably didn't drink enough water -- that boy." ellen reassures y/n as she watches her boyfriend struggle through this third period.

"yeah, it is just hard watching it. nothing that I can do but sit here and ---" y/n's voice wavers and ellen brings her closer.

"it's okay honey, you're here and this is what matters. family matters, every hockey player wants their family in the stands to make them proud. luke needs you, he needs us here for him. you sitting here is doing more than enough for him. look." ellen calmed y/n as she got her attention back to the ice.

her boyfriend skates to the faceoff, looking up in the crowd for a split moment to try and find her. she waves, and he nods -- a short and sweet moment, just enough to know that she is there for him and that he knows she is right there when she needs him.

the music signals that the break is ending and the puck is to be in play, and all the emotions are back again.

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luke knows how this goes, as he has been here before in this exact game spot, the year before. he knows the heartbreak, the struggle, the grief he is going to endure in the next few minutes when he hears that buzzer.

but two things were different this year; it was the end but it was truly the beginning --- because it is never over. y/n's sweet voice plays in his head as he gets ready to face off, he thinks of her singing this song in his car, praising (screaming obnoxiously to the classic rock) of her favorite jeff buckley song --- lover, you should've come over. he imagines her voice saying "it's never over" in his head, as he has done the whole game to keep him going.

in reality, after that buzzer hits -- his time at umich is over; but his hockey career is truly beginning. so yes, the grief and sadness he is probably going to endure after this whistle blows will be one of the hardest things of his life --- but it is different; he has his y/n to lean on.

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the whistle blows and the remaining seconds of the period play out; ports is out of the goal, and michigan does everything they can to stop quinnipiac from scoring an empty netter. a player steals the puck back which causes luke to go after him, eddy gets in net ready to play makeshift goalie. y/n's breath hitches as she knows that the quinnipiac player will score as luke hooks him and eddy has an opening.

boom.

5-2 quinnipiac, nail in the metaphorical hockey coffin. a sigh comes from jim as he sees luke talking with the ref, defeated. luke got a penalty for hooking, meaning quinnipiac was on a powerplay for the rest of the game. he looked defeated while entering the penalty box, which caused jim, ellen & y/n to look at each other, knowing how their boy was going to really feel.

"I made a bet with jack that he wouldn't break his stick this year -- let's hope I win." y/n kindheartedly joked as jim laughed. "that penalty might have set him off so I wouldn't be surprised if jack won the bet, y/n."

"I have faith that he won't beat himself up too badly this year, he has a pretty amazing girl to lean on and now a new career start. y/n?" ellen questions at the end, causing y/n to get confused. "yes?"

"you're ready for jersey right?" ellen asked as y/n looks at her like she has grown 3 heads.

"ellen, I am not going with him --- no way." she says questionably. her and luke talked about it but it was never a plan.

"y/n, you two have known each other for years, I know that you guys finally started dating last year -- but I know luke wants you in jersey." ellen tells her as jim agrees.

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the buzzer goes off which causes the conversation to be dropped as everyone rises out of their seats. half of the arena is full of cheerful quinnipiac and minnesota fans -- while the others are in denial about their seasons ending.

making their way to the locker room, y/n gets a glimpse of dylan, mackie and luke on the ice. defeat, just a look of sadness and shock on their faces. dylan looks and sees y/n in the tunnel, and just shakes his head. y/n reciprocates it but in a more "you did your best" type of head nod.

y/n and some of the families watched from the tunnel as the boys shook hands with each other. the boys led themselves back to the locker room, feeling the pain of the national title slip from their fingers once again. one of the last players off of michigan's side of the ice was indeed, a deflated luke hughes.

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walking with his head down, helmet in hand --- luke couldn't even see who was waiting for him as he headed to the locker room. he just went to her, he could smell her perfume from a mile away. she opened her arms to her as he buried his neck into her shoulder. he didn't care who saw, he never did. he just cried, letting out the defeat into y/n's shoulder.

"it's never over baby, you still got a whole career left. I am so proud of you." y/n whispered into his neck as he nodded. his arms held her tighter as the shock factor went away. he was done with college hockey.

college hockey brought him some of his best friends/teammates and gave him the courage to finally ask y/n out on a date. without college hockey, he wouldn't be who he was today, and that's why his emotions are even higher than he would have thought.

after a few minutes, he pulled away and got a good look at his girl. his beautiful girlfriend was wearing his favorite maize jersey, looking like a total angel in this moment. she looked like she cried a few minutes ago, giving her the extra glowy effect. he was too lucky to have the best family, girlfriend, and career he could have.

grabbing her hands, he put them on his shoulders. "y/n, will you come with me? to new jersey?" he asked her softly as he watched as her eyes pooled with tears. she turns to look behind her, to find his parents looking at her, ellen nods and then she turns to him.

"always, wherever you go --- I want to come with you. I love you." she says, kissing him softly.

"good, I was hoping you didn't say no." luke says as they walk over to his parents, hand in hand.

he wasn't okay, but he knew that the grief was temporary.

michigan would always be there for him. it is home, well, a home. home was really where y/n was. all he wanted was to be with her and play hockey, but those michigan memories will be with him; those were the forever type of memories. as the university of michigan, yost arena, hockey house, and all of those friends, teammates, and memories were going to last forever. he also couldn't forget about those michigan summers, those summers on the lake with his friends and family are going to be something he can't wait for in the off-season.

forever type of memories.

they would never go away; even if it was over.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #umich imagines #frozen four #1-800-iluvhockey fic #1-800-iluvhockey

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nimata-beroya · 2 months

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Delay The Inevitable (TBB One-Shot)

Inspired by @nahoney22's and @moonstrider9904's comments (as well as my own) to this post from @sharazadee. A companion scene/ Crosshair POV of the last scene of episode 3x04.

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The moment the Imperial freighter jumps out of Hyperspace, Crosshair feels anxiety creeping up on him, making his heart race. His gaze lands on the Marauder, settled on Ryloth's moon, and his throat goes dry. Despite his doubts, he must admit Omega was right about Hunter and Wrecker showing up.

Another point for the kid.

He underestimated her intelligence and resourcefulness, but she has proven him wrong. Crosshair now sees why Hunter and the others took up with her so fast. No matter how hard he tried to resist, she’s grown on him. During those five months they were imprisoned on Tantiss together, her relentless optimism became a constant annoyance. He didn’t want her to talk to him. He wanted her to leave him alone, but she never did. She kept coming back at every chance she got.

She refused to give up, mounting a relentless siege on his impregnable defenses until they eventually crumbled. He has reached a point where he is going against all his instincts and following her since they escaped. Protecting her. The sole impulse that kept him going during the last rotation. She’s proven that he’s not as heartless as he wants others to believe.

Omega leaves the pilot's seat as the ship lands, not waiting for the engines to fully stop. Crosshair’s cautionary words die on his lips as she darts out of the cockpit, disappearing into the lift before he can react. With a tired sigh, he looks out the viewport and watches as she stands still in the pool of light, her silhouette bathed in a warm glow. From the Marauder's open hatch on the opposite side, a hulking figure comes into view.

“Now, there’s a sight!”

The sound of Wrecker's booming voice reaches Crosshair's ears, filled with clear relief, while Omega's excited cries for him ring out with pure joy. A lump clenches his stomach, a sickening mix of envy and dread, as he watches them running towards each other. Wrecker embraces Omega, a gesture that Crosshair secretly yearns for, knowing it's something he'll never experience again.

Then Hunter emerges from the Marauder, and Omega runs to hug him. Crosshair turns his head away, his jaw clenched as he battles a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Crosshair slumps against the seat and, with a furrowed brow, he rakes a hand across his bald head, deciding his next move.

Now that the kid is safe, he should make a swift getaway to evade the Empire. He should take the ship, but hesitates. He knows that his previous squad will not give him a warm reception. After everything he did, why would they? Is he considering returning to them when they turned their backs on him? How could they run away together when there’s no trust among them?

But he has nowhere safe to go. With the Empire hot on his heels, going alone is a dead sentence for him.

A sudden whine and a wet bump startles him out of his churning thoughts. Batcher, the hound, presses her cold nose against his hand.

"Go with Omega," he says, his voice dripping with disdain as he points towards the exit.

Like her owner, the animal cannot grasp his not-so-subtle cues that her presence is unwelcomed. With a pleading whimper, she nips at the sleeve of his shirt, tugging on it with careful determination.

“No, stop! What are you doing?”

As Batcher whined once more, she yanked on his sleeve, the fabric tearing and nearly causing him to fall off the chair, leaving no doubt about her intentions. With a sigh of resignation, Crosshair relents and gives in.

“Ugh, fine! I’m going, but you stay here.”

Crosshair narrows his eyes in irritation at her smug expression, cheerful bounce, and wide smile with her tongue sticking out. As he steps out of the lift, his irritation fades away and is replaced by a weighty sense of dread.

This won’t end well, but he’s not a coward. He can’t delay the inevitable. With each step down the ship's stairs, Crosshair felt the heaviness on his shoulders of uncertainty, fear, and regret. He braces himself for the reactions of Hunter and Wrecker when they lay eyes on him. The intense heat of their anger and distrust travels like a scorching wave between the two islands of light, striking him with deadly precision.

Crosshair inhales deeply, preparing himself for the impending judgement. There’s nothing else he can do.

#tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb fanfiction #delay the inevitable #missing scene #tbb 3x04 a different approach

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int-writersmind · 5 months

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Steady?

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It's been a few months of you and Peter's situationship, a run in with Spider-Man has you reconsidering your feelings for him.

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff (w/ some notes of Spice/Smut nothing crazy tho)

Final Part of Potential Customer (could be read as a standalone)

The warm shine of sun was a great reprieve from the cold, brisk, late fall air. You hurry down the sidewalk, dodging and weaving through the crowd of people that blocked your path to work, you were rushing back from a doctor’s appointment in a different borough. You pull at your long red scarf, as you wait with a growing group of people for the sign to turn from a red hand to a white stick man.

Suddenly, Boom!

An explosion from one block over causes everyone in the vicinity to scream, scramble, and panic in many different directions. You had been in the city for a few years now and understood where you lived and the type of spanx-wearing, super-powered beings that were your neighbors. But for whatever reason, the only interaction you ever had with them came in the form of watching recaps on the news or clips on social media after the fact.

Now, you were in the middle of something major, and if you didn’t react–

“Guys I know the weather’s brutal, but I don’t think TNT makes great firewood!”

As you move behind the corner of a building, you look up and notice a red and blue figure swinging above you. That outfit and that voice only belong to the city’s resistant arachnid base hero– Spider-Man.

You know you should get to safety, hell you really should be getting the hell out of here. But still, like many other New Yorkers in awe of the city they live in, you found yourself watching as Spider-Man tussles it out with some newbie criminals.

Spider-Man flips and jumps out of gunfire, webbing up nearby garbage cans and tossing them back in response. All with quip-y dialogue to boot. Actually, now that you think about it, his jokes reminded you of Peter’s, that customer-turned-occasional-hook-up you were seeing recently. That Peter you were desperate to make more than just a hookup–

“Make any sudden movements and I’ll blow ya brain out that pretty head of yours!”, you felt a hand cover your mouth, the coldness of the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple. “I won’t hurt ya, just need ya so I can get out of here.” said the petty Criminal, with the gun to your head and the other hand guiding your shoulder forward. The panic was settling in, but you didn’t want to make any sudden decisions that would put you in any more harm. The Criminal was panic-y himself, whipping you left and right as he headed away from the scene of the crime, his head on a swivel.

“...And this little piggy thought the Big Ole Spider didn’t see him run away.” With one sudden turn, the Criminal stopped in front of a light post where Spider-Man crouched on top of the blub. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you on your way in a jiffy.”

“Don’t you move Spider-Man! I’ll do it!” said the Criminal.

“Whelp, haven’t heard that a hundred times.”

The Criminal turns the gun outwards, but before he can shoot, a web shoots out, Spider-Man ripping it out from his hands. In one swift motion, Spider-Man leaps from the lamppost behind the Criminal. The Criminal in turn throws you off of him, causing you to fall to the ground. Spider-Man double kicks the Criminal, one in the back, one to the head, knocking him out.

“Are you ok?” Spider-Man goes to offer you a hand but stops mid-way, his head snapping towards the Criminal. In two motions Spider-Man shoots a web toward the Criminal, pulling out a bomb from his chest, and another web shooting towards you pulling you close to him. “Hang on tight.”

Spider-Man swings the bomb so that it explodes in the air, while he swings away, you in one arm, your own arms locked around his neck.

He swings you far from the explosion, your stomach lurching as if you were on a thrill ride with too many drops, the cold wind whipping past your head. You tried your best to hold in your screams, the guy saved you, the least you can do is not blow out his ear drums. But the longer the swinging continued the more you thought he was extending this trip for his own pleasure.

After a few more swings, Spider-Man lands the two of you on a residential building's rooftop garden. He gently places you down on the ground, it takes you a minute to compose yourself.

“Thank you Spider-Man, I definitely won’t forget this day.” You say, in between gasps.

“Now you’ve joined the exclusive club of those who swung with Spidey!”

You place your hands on your hips, “Don’t know if that’s something I’m glad I achieved. Seems like you took the scenic route to get to safety.”

“Maybe I was trying to show you a good time. Can’t get those views from anywhere else.”

You felt your cheeks redding a little, “Careful Spider-Man, sounds to me like you’re flirting.”

With a quick little backflip, Spider-Man lands on the edge of the rooftop, perching like he was on the lamppost. You, now glad to be on solid ground, move closer to him, arms crossed against your chest. “Maybe I’m just a flirtatious guy?”

“I don’t know how my boyfriend will feel when he hears about this.”

Obviously, you couldn’t see, but you can almost feel the dumbfounded look on Spider-Man’s face ,like he was surprised at your response. “Boyfriend?”

“Well, I guess he’s not actually my boyfriend,” You start to pace back and forth, “But this guy I’ve been seeing…well, I don’t know…there’s just something about him. We spend a lot of time together, doing…certain activities…but after, when it’s all said and done, we just have these moments where we’re just really clicking together. Conversations about everything and nothing at the same time, sharing jokes with one another.

“God, I just love it when he laughs, and when he smiles you can see that he has a slight chip in one of his teeth, on the left side, I think it’s adorable.” Almost as if he wasn’t thinking, Spider-Man’s hand goes to his jaw, stroking the left side of his face, strange if you think about it.

“Sorry, I know you have tons of stuff that you would rather do than listen to some random person's relationship drama. Weirdly, you’re like really easy to talk to.” You say, rubbing your hands together before sticking them into your coat’s pockets.

“They don’t call me Friendly-Neighborhood Spider-Man for no reason.” You chuckle at his response, “Anyway, I hope you tell this boyfriend-non-boyfriend of yours how you really feel about him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“Will do, and hey, stay safe Spider-Man.”

With a two-finger salute, Spider-Man backward dives off the side of the roof, you rush forward just in time to see him shoot a web and swing back to the former scene of the crime.

You back away from the side of the roof, suddenly aware of where you were, or in fact–

“Wait? How the hell do I get down from here?”

You burst through the front door, a few minutes late since thankfully Spider-Man left you closer to your work rather than further away, lucky huh? What was not so lucky was the five minutes it took to get off the roof.

You murmur apologies to your fellow co-worker as you take your position at the front counter, relieving them to go in the back and sort some new shipments. You barely unzip your jacket before the front door even dings, causing you to go into straight customer service mode. Well, until you notice who the “customer” actually is.

“Oh, hi Peter.” You sigh, reaching up to take off your hat, shoving it into your jacket’s pocket, shimming out said jacket, and throwing it to the side, still leaving your scarf on. “Um, didn’t expect to see you? Need something?”

“Uh, yes, no, kinda?” He chuckles dryly, rubbing the back of his neck as he approaches the front counter. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I swing bye, ha-ha…”

“Always glad to see you,” You lean over the counter, resting both elbows on the top so that you’re closer to Peter. “Hey, you free tonight for some certain activities.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, giggling to break the tension, Peter laughs back in response.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Peter’s eyes dart from each of your eyes, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “Um, actually can we do more than just certain activities? Like dinner or something?”

You feel your face begin to heat up again, rising from the pit of your stomach, up the back of your neck, showing on your cheeks for Peter to see. “Sounds…cute, good actually, real good. But nothing fancy, I have this recipe that this elderly regular gave me a few days ago that I want to try. Says it’s popular with a lot of young men.”

“Sounds good to me.” Peter’s eyes are still locked on yours, his gaze piercing through your soul, but in a good way. Actually, it was kind of turning you on, almost more than other things he’s done to you in the privacy of each other’s beds.

“Peter, were you really in the neighborhood, or were you coming to see me?”

“Can’t both of those statements be true?”

“Oh, so you saw Spider-Man? He stopped this heist or robbery, whatever, around the block from here actually.”

Peter breaks eye contact, locating one of your hands and taking it in his. “Ugh, I must have just missed him. You’re not hurt or anything?”

“Oh no, Spider-Man made sure I was safe and sound, personally.”

The two of you laugh.

“Hey, stop flirting with the customers and do some actual work!” Your co-worker says, peeking their head from the back of the shop.

“I guess I better get out of here, don’t want to get you in any more trouble.” Peter says, looking down at your hands still intertwined, not yet ready to let go.

You bring up your interlocking hands to your mouth, placing a kiss on Peter’s. “Bye, Peter.”

You let go of him, slightly pushing yourself off the counter when suddenly Peter pulls you back close by the ends of your scarf, placing a kiss on your lips. His cold nose brushed against yours. When he moves back, lips barely away from yours, you can’t help but sigh in response. Like a character in some kind of romance novel. “Too much?” he asks.

You just smile and shake your head no, “Your nose is cold, here take my scarf.”

You lift your scarf off your head and place it over Peter’s, throwing one end over one of his shoulders. “See you tonight.”

“Yeah,” Peter walks backward, winking as he walks out the door, “Later!”

Ding-Dong!

Of course, the doorbell rings right at the moment when you are getting ready to make your sauce for the pasta dish. You debated whether or not to let the doorbell ring some more, finally pulling yourself away from the stove.

When you open the door, you’re met with Peter standing there with a modest, but gorgeous bouquet of flowers (one flower hanging by a thread), and your scarf hanging from his neck.

“My goodness, Peter you shouldn’t have,” Your hands hover close to the bouquet, eyes darting from the flowers to Peter’s eyes. “Ah, you really shouldn’t. I hate flowers.”

Peter’s face falls, shock, panic, and fear, (maybe everything all wrapped up at once) play across his face. “Oh-Uh, I just thought–”

“Oh, hon,” You pull him close by the ends of your scarf, mimicking what he did earlier. “I’m just fucking with you.” You kiss him gently, deepening it as Peter kisses you back. Is this what this thing between the two of you was becoming? Visiting each other at work, having dinner together, causal kisses, flowers? Peter must want this relationship to be more than just a casual hook-up too.

You both break the kiss off, still remaining close, looking at one another deeply. You blink rapidly to pull yourself back into reality. “Come in, dinner’s almost ready.”

Empty plates and cups half filled with budget wine lay to the side on your table in your living room. The two of you were too wrapped up in conversation on the couch to even reach for your drink.

“Yeah, I guess I was just really lucky, being in the right place at the right time to get that picture. Front page and everything.” Peter resting his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the top of the couch.

“Luck and craziness” You sat, legs tucked underneath you, body turned towards Peter, hands wringing in your lap. “You know, these conversations are actually still interesting even with all our clothes on.”

“Yeah,” he reaches for your hand again, holding it in your lap, “But maybe I’m still imagining you naked, in my bed.” He moves in closer, “Sweaty, hair stuck to your face…”

“Wow, someone’s bold this evening.”

“I don’t know, I just feel…I don’t know…”

You go to push back a little tuft of brown hair behind his ear. “I get it, babe.”

Peter groans in response, leaning forward, pecking at your lips. “I know you like using pet names as jokes, but I just…love it when you say them.”

“Ok, Love,” you say as Peter keeps moving forward until you move your legs from underneath you. Peter kisses you into the couch, holding your face with one of his hands. “Darling?”

“Yes?” Peter says, in between kisses on your lips, face, and neck.

“Can I ask you something?”

Peter stops immediately, looking at you directly, “Yeah?”

“Can we…can we be more than just…god, can we be more than just certain activities? I know you said you didn’t…don’t have the time for a serious relationship and all, and I know I said it was ok and all…

“Yes, yes, of course,” Peter says.

“Yes?”

“I-I know what I said, and maybe this-this might be difficult to juggle but,” Peter caresses your face with his thumb, “I wanted this to be more for awhile but didn’t know how to bring it up. Maybe the flowers were a bit on the nose.”

You run your hands across his face, just like you did so many times before, Peter nuzzles his face against your hand. “Ok so let’s make this official. Peter Parker, will you go steady with me?”

Peter chuckles, “Of course, I’ll go steady with you.” He kisses you deeply again, caressing your head as he does so.

You're so caught up in the moment, in the kiss, that nothing else matters in that moment. The more he kissed you, the more your body craved every inch of his, and you felt just the tiniest of guilt for it.

“I know I agree to a nice simple dinner, but can we…”

“Oh god yes,” Peter smiles before lowering himself down your body, “But let’s start a little differently, can I?”

“Oh yes please…”

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Oh wow, first series done! I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have another Peter Parker x Reader (since I'm still on the Parker train *choo choo*) in the tank, which I'll post Wednesday and have plans for a holiday theme PP x reader series, than maybe I'll take a break from writing Peter Parker??? Idk don't want to burn out on him but we'll see.

Anyway comment if you like, so I'm not just talking into the void, but no pressure! Thanks again and see you next time!

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or0ch1maru · 10 months

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🏮Fourth of July with the Akatsuki🎎🎉

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Hi loves! Back from my not planned hiatus. My job and small business took up most of my time but now I’m back! Bringing some fun little POV’s and smut. Lots of it!! 😇

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🎐Kakuzu:

-sobbing silently in a corner as to how much money everyone is spending.

-puts on a happy face as he joins his comrades with firework shopping, cringing away when the cashier rings everything up.

-would be slightly depressed but once all the bangs, pows, and booms begin, he cheers up. His green eyes reflecting all the colors dancing across the sky.

-is normally found leaning up against something, watching and observing. It isn’t until Hidan and Konan drag him to join in the festivities.

🎐Hidan:

-DRUNK. Downing as much honey wine and sake his body can handle. Which is a lot may I add.

-tends to be singing random songs throughout the night. Sometimes he hits the right key, but most of the time he sounds like a drunk sailor. Words slurring, thinking he sounds good.

-first one to fall asleep. Hidan forces himself to stay awake as long as possible to continue his drunken antics, and of course, to watch the pretty fireworks.

-may set off one or two, but you’d most likely find him playing with sparklers.

🎐Deidara:

-constantly running away from Tobi who’s trying to send a firework off in HIS direction.

-finds himself up high in trees just to avoid his masked comrades ‘abuse’ as deidara likes to call it.

-will soar up high on his bird, sending his clay bombs down to the earth, causing large explosions. Has a ‘go big or go home’ mentality.

-aims his bombs towards Tobi, and claims it was just an accident when he gets hit. Finds it funny when all he sees is Tobi’s mask flying away through the smoke.

🎐Sasori:

-for about two months before the holiday came around, you’d find him working in his room, creating his own fireworks. Some smaller, while some have larger explosions.

-tends to stick with shades of red and oranges. Makes sure each one has a picture when it goes off. Ex: akatsuki symbol, Tobi’s mask, pains eyes, Konan’s hair clip, Deidara’s bird, money stacks, jashin symbol, and Zetsu’s leafs.

-is the one to take a ton of pictures. His camera sits around his neck as he snaps shots of his comrades and of the art display in the sky.

🎐Tobi:

-runs around all over the place, lighting sparklers, and bottle rockets. Dodges everyone as they try to confiscate the lighter from him, forgetting he can use his fireball jutsu if he wanted too.

-pretends to be scared when the larger ones go off but starts jumping around afterwards. Saying how pretty it was.

-for the few moments he’s actually calm enough to pay attention, he’ll sit crisscross on the ground staring up at the sky.

-whoever ends up sitting beside him, will end up turning into Tobi’s head rest. After all the activity, Tobi will fall asleep resting against someone.

🎐Zetsu:

-it took him quite some time getting used to all the noises and different smells that are apart of the holiday. Didn’t like it at first, but now truly enjoys the day.

-you’ll most likely find him near Tobi, talking and joking around. Maybe planning a new way of pranking deidara.

-scared of fire and anything that could burn him. Goes to Konan for help when it comes to lighting something. Turns pink in the face when his sparkler starts to go off. Happy that he’s ‘doing it.’

🎐Itachi:

-just like Kakuzu, he’ll be found resting against a nearby tree, watching as his comrades run around and light off explosives.

-will be hanging around Kisame, who would rather be with his partner than joining in with everybody else. Itachi tries reassuring Kisame that he’s fine by himself and that he should join in.

-ends up with multiple smokers that change color. Tried hiding his coughs through laughs and random comments.

-by the end of the night he’s on cleaning duty with the few that are still awake. Has to help everybody drag in the snoozers.

🎐Kisame:

-when he’s not glued to Itachi’s side, he’ll be handling the food. Grilling, and snack preparing. Took over drink duties since Hidan ended up drinking almost everything.

-makes killer hamburgers. Has to make countless packs after packs since everyone comes back for seconds.

-proudly wears the ‘kiss the chef’ apron Itachi got him as a joke. Refuses to take it off, even when the excitement and night is done.

-when it’s time for his photo to be taken, he holds the spatula in one hand and a lit sparkler in the other, grinning widely, showing off all his sharp teeth.

🎐Konan:

-just like Sasori, she learned a new jutsu, Just for the occasion. her paper bombs would have colorful explosions and different shapes.

-would be found sitting on a blanket, sending her butterfly origami papers into the sky.

-Konan would zone out on and off during the night as she takes in the loving and fun filled atmosphere around her. would be found later on that night asleep on Pain’s lap.

🎐Pain:

-would be running around after the trouble makers; Hidan and Tobi. Trying to get them to settle down. The two give him a run for his money.

-becomes the ‘father’ figure of the group and makes sure everyone is okay and well fed.

-will be the main one setting off fireworks and bottle rockets. His thumb will be calloused and sore by the end of the night.

-is in charge of music but will let others play a song or two. Tries to keep any sad or depressing music from hitting the radio as it’s supposed to be a fun experience.

🏮overall, the akatsuki would have so much fun that’d they’d be tuckered out by midnight. Wouldn’t make it to their bedrooms and would agree on having a slumber party in the living area.

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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Nine Finds Sonic Boom

Nine discovers a web of multiverses beyond the shatter space. What if that lead him to Sonic Boom?

Nine has been in search of a new home. Somewhere safer, somewhere more kind to him. He is content with settling for a universe in the shatter space, but when he discovers a beyond, he can’t help himself! Nine chooses a portal and goes through it, being warped to a sandy beach. He gets out of his shuttle and sticks his feet in the sand for the very first time.

Nine kicks up some sand, mystified by it. Then he turns around and sees the ocean and the bright blue sky. Sonic wasn’t kidding! There is a blue sky somewhere! Nine zones out staring into the ocean.. this is truly incredible! He never knew there could be so much water in one place. He notices the buildings behind him and hopes whoever is there doesn’t mind him chilling out here for a bit.

Nine sits in the sand, picking some up and dropping it. He decides to start piling some up cause why not?

“Tails??”

Nine turns around and to his shock, he sees Sonic! But taller, looking a bit tired, and has a bandana. Sonic approaches Nine looking just as shocked as he feels “how did you get here so fast? I JUST left you at meh burger. Did you find some way to beat my speed and not tell me?? Low blow, dude.” Sonic crosses his arms, then notices somethings off about Tails. He starts looking him up and down. Nine backs up “I’m… why do you keep calling me TAILS? You got a problem?” Nine raises his 7 other tails to threaten Sonic, who’s eyes widen and he backs away.

“Oh! Ah.. sorry? You just look a lot like someone I know. A LOT.” Sonic scratches behind his head a little embarrassed. Nine lowers his defences “I could say the same about you.. except the guy you remind me of would have already ran a hundred circles around me, and this.. weird. Place. He can’t sit still to save his life.”

“He sounds pretty cool! What’s his name?”

“Sonic.”

Pause. What? Sonic looks puzzled “but.. that’s. My name..?” Now they’re both confused. Out of all the places Nine has visited, he’s never seen another Sonic.

“Why is the multiverse lacking in Sonics..?” Nine mumbles to himself, trying to think.

Suddenly they hear someone approaching. “Sonic, did you find the-“ it’s Tails himself. The two foxes stare at each other for a moment before Tails rushes over “wow!! You’re me!! This is so neat!” Tails is immediately observing Nine, circling around him. Nine shrinks back “I guess I am.. you? Sorry. Just. Give me a moment to think here.” Tails stops. Then looks at the shuttle. Then back at Nine. Then back at the shuttle. He has so many questions.

Sonic leads Nine over to a beach chair “here, sit down. Collect your bearings.” Sonic sits on another chair, and Tails sits right next to him.

Nine looks back at the ocean “I’ve never seen.. anything like this before.. a large capacity of water and a blue sky. I.. I thought Sonic was pulling my leg.” He says sadly. Sonic pauses to think about what to say. Tails goes right into “what.. universe did you come from?” Tails can’t imagine a world without blue skies.

Nine looks back at Tails “back home, the sky is some shade of red. Polluted with factories and smog.. it’s been like that for as long as I can remember.. The Chaos Council took anything colourful that was said to have existed.” “The Chaos Council?” Sonic asks”

“The Chaos Council. They’re a group of 5 dictators that rule over the world with an iron fist.” Nine says. The other two are bewildered “where have I been this entire time?” Sonic asks, a bit disappointed with his other self. Nine shrugs “I don’t know. I met him when he somehow found my lab. He started calling me Tails and talking about blue skies, palm trees, Mr. Doctor Eggman, him and I being friends and beating up Mr. Doctor Eggman.. and even about saving me from bullies. The only part that I remember.. is being bullied. But he wasn’t there. I went through so many beatings just for having an extra tail..”

Tails notes all this down in his head. Sonic lowers his head “thats.. wow. You’ve been through it, kid.”

Tails asks “is your Sonic from another universe?” Nine nods “from all the evidence I’ve collected thus far, yes. And he somehow can’t get back. He looked very stressed out when he met me and the rebellion soldiers and we didn’t even know him. Yet.. he’s still facing everyone with so much optimism it makes me want to slap him sometimes.” Tails laughs and Sonic looks shook.

“AHEM.” The group turn to look at the entrance path to the beach from the village. There stands an unamused Amy, an annoyed Sticks, and Knuckles who’s just happy to be involved. Amy walks right over to Sonic and Tails and glares at them “you left to find my tip wallet, and you never came back! I told you exactly where it was, how hard is it to-“ she spots Nine who’s staring at her in.. so much confusion. Nine’s tails raise in defence. Amy gasps “oh hello! Tails I thought you weren’t gonna mess with the multiverse again.” “I’m not!” Tails stands up “Amy, Sticks, Knuckles, this is other me from some dystopian universe.”

Sticks gives Nine an ‘I’m watching you.’ Look. Knuckles goes and crouches next to Nine “hello other Tails! Aww, you’re so cu-“ Knuckles reaches to pat Nine on the head, but is interrupted by one of Nines mechanical tails slapping his hand away. Knuckles holds his wrist in pain. Nine growls “do that again, and you lose your hand.”

Stick pulls Knuckles back “see! This is what technology does to people! It turns them into crazy whack-a-doos! This is the future people! Wake up!” she yells. Nine looks at Tails who gives him a sympathetic look.

Amy leaves to go make Nine some tea. The others (excluding Sonic) help Nine build enough confidence to approach the ocean. Sticks runs into the ocean. Knuckles smiles gently at Nine. Nine has never seen Knuckles smile ever. Tails says “try touching it!” Tails crouches down and sticks his hand in the water. Sticks pops up from under the water with some seaweed on her head “its not gonna hurt ya. As long as you know how to swim, and don’t drink it.” Nine cautiously dips his hand into the water. It’s cold! He takes off his shoes and socks to wade into the water like everyone else. His tails are water-proof so they don’t have to worry about that.

A splash fight begins! It continues until Amy comes back with the tea. Everyone rushes out to enjoy it. Nine learns that he really likes peppermint tea! Amy gives him some tea bags to take with him on his travels.

Nine tells his story. The others are incredibly saddened to hear that Nine is from a careless dangerous world lead by such terrible people. Sticks also goes on a rant about the dangers of technology.

As Nine is explaining the Chaos Council members, Knuckles interrupts him “they sound a lot like if Eggman just separated into 5 different people.” Sonic groans “one is enough! Who decided that 5 Eggheads would be a good idea?” Nine shrugs “one of them is a literal baby.” “Hah, what??” Sonic snickers “yep. A small very angry tyrannical baby.” Sonic bursts out laughing “I think that council literally is Eggman in 5 people!”

Sticks asks something that’s been bothering her “if you’re not called Tails, what IS your name?”

“Nine.” Nine says

Sonic says without thinking “why, cause you’re like, nine?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Nine is lunging at Sonic. Knuckles has to hold him back. Sonic has to say sorry a bunch of times while the others scold him for inappropriate timing.

Nine cools down and raises his tails “no. It’s because I have nine tails.” There’s mutters of “oh yea I get it” across the group.

Suddenly, laughing in the distance. Eggman pulls up in his eggmobile alongside some badniks. Nine is glad that the shard is hidden inside his shuttle.

The others get into battle positions.

“What is it, Egghead??” Sonic demands, upset that he would interrupt a visit like this.

Eggman laughs “oh I just feel like I haven’t been thrashing you enough lately! It’s been too long, Sonic!”

“ITS BEEN A DAY!”

“Potato potahto. Robots A-.. wait is that another Tails?”

Eggman takes a second to stare at Nine who looks like he’s ready to take his head off. Amy nudges Nine to get his attention “Eggman is hardly a threat. Just kick enough robot butt and he’ll retreat.” Amy is incredibly lucky that Nine listened, because the moment there’s robots around, he’s tearing them to pieces. When he sees Tails just hitting the robots with kicks or a wrench, he decides that this just won’t do.

Time to pull a Sonic!

Nine gets to Tails in the air “hey, you know how to spin dash??”

“No, that’s Sonics thing!”

“Steal his thing!”

Nine scruffs Tails “SPIN!” and chucks him into battle. Tails is now ping ponging robots around in a spin dash. Sonic has a look of pride yet a ‘HEY HE STOLE MY THING!’ Look.

The battle is over in record time before Eggman retreats, grumbling about a stupid fox with his stupid spider legs.

Nine decides it’s his time to go. He does let Tails investigate the shuttle juuust a little bit. Not a lot. Ok maybe he just let him look at it. But still.

Maybe Nine will come back one day. Who knows!

This isn’t home. This is other hims home. Where he’s happy and gets to live in peace.

Nine thinks about how close Tails and Sonic were.. his Sonic is probably missing his friends like crazy.

Is it cruel though to still want to stay with him? The only friend he’s ever had?

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snootlestheangel · 6 months

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NikGraves? They’re slowly becoming one of my favorite ships

This is gonna be a lot like the last one just without Price so it'll be interesting to see how that changes the dynamics

Feel free to submit ships or other questions about the ship like "Who takes the hottest shower?"

Who was the one to propose? Graves. He knows when he likes something and isn't going to shy away from keeping it

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Still Nik. I can see Graves being stressed at first but then he mentions it to a few of the Shadows closest to him and boom! He's got like a professional wedding planning team.

Who decorated the house? Graves. Nik wanted to but Graves has so much gifted to him from his Shadows they had no choice. Of course, the only stuff that goes up is stuff Graves likes. He's got class, after all.

Who is more organized? Once again going off the idea that Graves is really good at keeping up appearances of being organized, but it's Nik that's keeping track of stuff. They make an incredibly well-functioning duo which scares people. Truly a power couple

Who suggested kids first? Still Nik as a genuine topic. Graves gives in pretty easily, especially when they find the cutest little girl and take her in. Now, all I'm picturing is Graves waltzing into Shadow Base with their little girl just proudly showing her off. Idk why this is a thought I had with this, but Graves calls Nik his "big bear" cause like, duh? And it kinda sticks until they adopt their daughter and then suddenly he's "Papa Bear" and she's little "Pooh Bear". So of course Graves got her a little bear onesie complete with ears on the hood. And she's running around on the base, and the Shadows are all 'screaming' "There's a bear loose!" and it takes a bold Moose to rein the terrible monster in *I am not sorry, Mike :D* Another super cute idea relating to NikGraves and their toddler: Graves, holding her up like Simba in that one scene: BEHOLD, A CHILD! *cheers and screaming from the Shadows. There are some of them crying* *Graves could not be happier*

Who's the cuddler? Nik is still the cuddlier one. Graves gets dogpiled a lot during the day, but poor Nik has no one to cuddle "except for you, lyubov ;)"

Big spoon/little spoon? They interchange a lot, but Graves does his best to be a big spoon, even if he secretly melts when Nik just wraps around him from behind.

Favorite non-sexual activity? Horse back riding. I dunno I just see them doing that for some reason. They continue going to the same place after adopting 'Pooh Bear' because there's a special program for young families (ie families with small children) and she's just giggling madly while riding the cutest pony. (This idea has possessed me. This is your fault, @mike-like-t-scream all yours! We're just trading brainworms at this point, aren't we? First it was you with Moose, then me with the fucking YouTuber AU, and then you with Graves, and now me with NikGraves and their toddler daughter)

Who cooks? Graves. He knows how to feed his man. Mostly cause his Southern ass would drop dead if the love of his life hadn't eaten properly all day

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik on the rare occasion, but if there was a party with the Shadows, it's Graves or one time it was both.

Who kills the spiders? Nik, but he's under watch. I genuinely feel like Graves is the type of mf-er to have been like "Oh, yeah, guys I got this" during his recruit days, only for him to have been bitten and break out into a horrendous allergic reaction. Nik and Graves both don't to risk him having another allergic reaction like that

Who falls asleep first? Even though Nik is a pretty chilled out, sleepy looking kind of guy, he's genuinely so bad about sleeping. Look at that man and tells me he gets the recommended amount of sleep at night, I fucking dare you. SO therefore, Graves always passes out the second he hits the mattress. He's either 100 or 0, no in between.

A head-canon? Graves actually has a few siblings, and he's still relatively close to his family. Close as in he enjoys visiting on the holidays and for special occasions but other than that, they don't really talk much. Not for bad reasons, just more like he and his siblings all grew up and have lives of their own now. His family members were not fans of Nik, at first. Especially Graves's parents. Hell, this guy's probably a good ten years older than Graves if I had to guess, and which means Graves's parents are about the same age distance apart, assuming they were in their twenty's when they had Phil. It took a while for them to all warm up to Nik, which he probably expected, but they were never outright mean to either Nik or Phil. His mom definitely voiced her concerns, and his dad definitely threatened Nik (to which Nik treated it with such seriousness and he like shook Graves Sr.'s hand with a grim "With my life, I will protect him" to which Graves Sr. is like "oh yeah, this dude's chill!"). ALSO Graves is definitely a middle child. He gives off such strong feral middle child vibes to me, I just... He's the middle child, I promise.

Do they have any rituals? Graves's rituals for safety, fun, and winning during the Shadow Olympics and Nik's stretches for safe flying.

Who has the most patience? Nik, obviously. This actually concerns his parents-in-law cause let's be honest, the Graves family is probably a bit messy and they all have pretty short tempers with each other. Meanwhile Nik's just chilling, he's vibing with the old family dog while his husband and brother-in-law are wrestling over the last burger, as if they both aren't in their forties.

Gif that sums up the relationship:

*is still sick* Hehe cats

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kabie-whump · 21 days

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CYOA Whump Part 15

First | Previous

You chose: Raiding a merchant ship that's too fast for other ships to catch.

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"Ventis, watch out!"

Everything is still fuzzy from spending so long with your consciousness embedded in the wind currents. You can see and hear all the chaos around you, but it's like you're moving and thinking in slow motion.

Onthyes grabs you and yanks you to the side as an arrow wizzes past your face. You blink slowly at him. With a frusterated sigh, Onthyes effortlessly scoops you into his arms.

"Hey," you mumble sleepily. Your attempt to shove at his chest ends up as nothing but a weak thump against firm muscle shielded by sun-warmed fabric. "Put me down."

He ignores you, running towards the door that heads below deck. You almost make it unharmed.

There's a clear cry of pain from the other ship. Onthyes stops, turning to see Hildris, his halfling friend, being cornered by some soldiers. She's backed against the railing and clutching a bleeding wound in her side.

You can feel how badly Onthyes wants to run to her aid. He hesitates by the door, feet frozen in place. You say nothing.

Then another wizz of an arrow, and pain explodes in your shoulder. You cry out, suddenly back to full awareness.

"No," Onthyes hisses as he carries you inside. He sets you down in a dimly lit passegeway, staring wide eyed at the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Shit. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to control your gasps for air. "It hurts," you growl.

"I know. I'm sorry."

He pulls a knife from his belt, carefully cutting away the fabric of your sleeve to get a better look at the wound.

"I have some healing experience. I'll take care of you, okay? Just try to breathe."

You nod, focusing most of your energy into not bursting into tears. The pain comes in viscous waves, throbbing through your whole body.

The only sounds are yours and Onthyes's heavy breathing, accompanied by the occasional yells or cannon booms from outside, as Onthyes examines your shoulder.

"I have to take it out," he says softly, apologetically.

You can't help but let out a whimper. "It can't just stay there?"

"I'm afraid not."

Your head thumps back against the wooden wall. "Fuuuck. Fine. Do it fast."

With a short nod Onthyes positions himself so he's pinning you to the wall with one knee. He gets your muzzle out of his pocket and offers it with a raised eyebrow.

You glare at him, but you understand what he means. You'll need to bite down on something, and the rubber piece on the inside that fits between your teeth when you're wearing it would do the job nicely. Sighing, you let him muzzle you.

"I'll take it off when I'm done," he promises. "Now try not to move. I'm going to be as gentle as I can but you have to stay still for me."

You nod, looking anywhere but at him as he cleans his knife.

Your vision goes white when he starts working the arrow out of your shoulder. Your screams are muffled by the muzzle. You can't help but squirm and flinch away, your legs kicking out ueslessly, and Onthyes's knee pins your chest down hard. Your bruised ribs ache.

His blade digs deep into your skin, working around the arrowhead so he can pull it out without causing any more damage. He whispers apologies the whole time but you can bearly hear him over the roaring in your ears.

Finally he drops the knife and grabs hold of the arrow, bracing one hand on your shoulder. He pulls hard, and you black out.

When you come to he's kneeling in front of you, his eyes full of worry as he removes the muzzle. There's fabric wadded up and tied to the hole in your shoulder.

"There you are," he says. "That's better, isn't it?"

It still hurts, but at least there isn't anything sticking out of you anymore. "Yes. Thank you."

He settles between you and the door, his back against the wall. You can tell he's anxious, listening to every yell from outside closely. "Now we wait, I guess. It's weird, I'm not used to sitting around while my friends fight."

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kit-kat-katie · 1 year

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There Are No Victors, Only Survivors

A/N: First fic ever on here... I'm a little nervous, but excited to start a new chapter in my life! Let me know what you think of this! [ I also read the books 7 years ago and I'm almost done binge-watching the movies so don't burn me alive if I get the lore wrong :) ]

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader (platonic or romantic)

Summary: After winning the games, you go on camera to discuss your win with Caesar. Footage of the games causes you to recall a painful memory, one you'd rather leave in that arena.

TW: Trauma from the games, large crowds, murder

The crowd screams your name as you enter the stage. Your ears still ring from the sound of canons, your mind is numb from the numerous deaths you witnessed and caused, and your lips are dry even though you had plenty to eat and drink before this.

Caesar kindly waves you over, and you stick a warm smile on your face as you head towards him.

"Our victor, everyone!"

The crowd goes wild, and you bow to absorb as much attention and positivity as you need. You're a possession of the Capital now, and any out-of-line move could end with 24 dead tributes instead of 23.

It's just an interview, just like before the games. Stay calm... you can do this.

"Now, there are many pressing questions that the people of Panam want to know... including myself," Caesar nudges your side, and you laugh as if it's the funniest joke you've ever heard, "but there is one question that is on all of our minds: who did you hear after the jabberjays were released?"

You pause, and the smile slips from your face for a moment before you notice a camera. You quickly recover with a small head shake.

"My mom and my dad, of course." You gracefully answer.

"Really? No special someone? You seemed too torn up after that bird followed you around for three whole days." He exaggerates, and the crowd has a mixed reaction to his question.

"I-" You pause as you hear footage play from the screen behind you.

The crushing of leaves and the pounding of your heart are the only rhythms that your ears hear. Your feet carry you along, but your mind is in a much different place.

The game makers, after deciding that their handmade hell wasn't enough torture, decided to send each contestant a jabberjay just to see what would happen.

The screams of your mother and father were the first, and you immediately jumped up from your hiding spot to find them. When you realized that the sound was coming from a bird, you tried to bury your head in the sand and continue along as if nothing was happening.

The cries of loved ones turned into the cries of your friends. The ones that you had trained with in District 4 before you had been reaped. Those kids, especially the younger ones, gave you the motivation to keep fighting.

You didn't sleep the first night, and the second night was interrupted by nightmares and cannons booming every other hour. You figured that the other tributes had gone mad and had taken their anger out of each other.

...Good thing you kept away from the pack and tried to survive on your own.

The third day, however, was your breaking point. The screams of your friends had died out, and you thought that damn bird had finally left you alone. You were a defenseless fool in that moment, especially when the scream perfectly matched Finnick's voice.

He was your mentor, your friend, and had been your rock when you were scared of being another victim of the games. Hearing his screams, his cries for help... it broke you behind anything that had happened to you so far.

You didn't hesitate to pick up a rock and strike the bird right between its eyes, killing it on the spot.

After that, you came crashing to the ground with tears in your eyes. You didn't eat or drink anything that day as your thoughts were consumed with worries of his safety.

When you looked up to the sky to see the tributes that were honored at night, you realized that there was only one left: a career from District 2.

You didn't have to do much, as she stumbled upon your camp later that night. You managed to gather yourself enough to grab a knife, but she didn't attack you.

The desperation, the fear, the anger inside of her eyes... but everything else about her was deflated and depressed. You were sure that you looked the same, if not worse.

She closes her eyes for a moment, and you say a small prayer before throwing the knife into her chest.

The last cannon went off, and your ears were buzzing as you were announced as the newest victor. Nothing seemed real anymore, for all you knew, everyone you had already cared about was dead and the jabberjays were just used to mock you.

After being airedlifted out of the arena, you were taken to the Capital, where Mags and Finnick were waiting for you. You nearly fell over when you took a step towards them.

"Easy there, honey. Don't want you hurting yourself before your big interview." Finnick catches your arm, and you softly thank him before taking Mags' hand.

"The jabberjays, they sounded like my parents and my friends and..." You pause as a few tears slip past your eyes, "and you two."

He pulls you into a warm hug as you bawl your eyes out, not only for the three lives you had to take inside of that arena but for the part of you that died in there as well.

"So, who is that someone that had you all choked up, huh?"

You blink for a beat as you pull yourself back into reality.

"My best friend - they're my everything, they've been my rock for so many years, and I'm so happy that I get to see them again."

The crowd eats up your answer like it's a five-course buffet as Caesar smiles at you.

"Well, I'm glad that they are part of the reason that we have such an amazing victor!" He takes your hand and raises it high, and the crowd in the Capitol grows louder.

Your body was there, and your innocence was destroyed in the arena, but your thoughts and feelings were settled on one special person.

Finnick.

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majycka · 7 months

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Hello op! I am one of those people who actually like Utahime as characters, my initial reason was her character design and name (I still think she has the best design among the female cast in jjk, maki and yuki aside). Her CT made me love her more, cause that differentiates her from other jujutsu sorcerers, where selfishness and greed is required to become ones absolute best self, Utahime’s CT does the opposite though, she as a human and also by the virtue of her CT can never really be selfish in a way. She literally powers up others (and herself), and her major strength lies in connections (again completely different from what is expected of sorcerers). If we break down her CT, she is the strongest version of herself (since her CT also powers herself) when she is with others helping them to be even stronger, almost exactly opposite of what gojo, the pinnacle of what jujutsu society represents.

I am also someone whose perception of her don't align with that of her majority fandom, I think you are one of those people, too. I would love to know your thoughts on how you personally perceive her and why your point of view is different. Cause there are times I wanna discuss something about her with my irl mutual, but then again, it never goes well. They are too deep in fanon stuff. I am someone who generally likes to keep my headcanon toned down and mostly stick to canon. I really wanted a pov of someone who actually likes her but also respects canon quite equally.

I honestly would have loved to see her more. This is not even something i am saying a fan, but even as a minor character, what she represents is just so different from everything we have been told (even her students defy that).

I hope I didn't bother you a lot with my ramblings 🙏

Nah you're all good anon! I love it when I get to ramble with other ppl about my faves and I wholeheartedly agree with your sentiments of Utahime! I'll proceed to just dump all my thoughts about her as well and discuss what fandom thinks of her from what I've seen.

One thing that I've picked up from fanon of view of Utahime (in some of the fics I've read) is she's SOLELY this strict teacher all about respecting tradition/authority when it's not and it reduces her to that "respect your seniors!" dialogue. In fact, I can even argue that Gojo represents more of JJK traditional view in valuing individual strength even how much he says he's being progressive. His view of dividing people between strength vs weak screams kinda the same as those traditional clans valuing cursed techniques above anything else. Meanwhile, Utahime's value of teamwork challenges this traditional view of individual strength when like Gojo said, the pinnacle of jujutsu, all sorcerers die alone even how much allies you have 'cause the jjk world is an individual sport.

But let's break down this a bit and see what Gojo mean by jjk being an individual sport. We have seen so far that people who usually ascend the ranks are pretty selfish. Mei Mei who cites herself having a pretty weak technique, optimized her CT by using her brother. Kusakabe who doesn't have a proper CT was able to be a grade one rank because he, at the beginning of the Shibuya arc, wants to save his own skin and would rather stay behind in fighting (but dude later on helped in pulling out the kyoto kids from the Kenjaku attack, still dude can be selfish). The big clan families will kill each other over cursed techniques. Gojo himself advised Megumi to be more selfish and greedy in power when they were training together. Of course, there are outliers such as a strong sorcerers like Nanami, who cares for children, but boom ended up getting killed right at the very end while Mei Mei was able to go to her Malaysia trip. It paints this image that selfishness is a needed trait to survive the jujutsu world and rise to power.

However by Utahime promoting teamwork shown through her kids, teamwork can give up the idea of selfishness because we learn when to trust others and work together for a common goal. It can save people especially in a world where being "weak" is a disadvantage. An excellent example of teamwork from Kyoto Tech is shown through that one scene in jjk 0 how each kid has a role in their group attacks which optimizes their cursed technique no matter how VARIED their ranks/skills are. Momo usually surveys the area, communicates to others, and is like the oversees everything in a big picture. Kamo acts as the leader, looks out for everyone and keeps them in task. Mai is the long range shooter and can back people up. Mechamaru constantly backs others up like Miwa. Meanwhile, of course, there's our fun outlier, Todo.

But the funny thing is despite Todo usually going off his own, breaking the "yay teamwork!" streak of Kyoto tech, his character brings up another essential point about teamwork: connecting with others. If it weren't for Todo showing up in helping Yuuji against Mahito, then Yuuji wouldn't be able to defeat him right after seeing Nobara blown up. Todo works best/fights best with his besto friendo. Todo is the same dude who said being sorcerers means always honoring their allies/friends because they keep us going. It's still very much in line in the spirit of Kyoto kids' teamwork and also their connection with others. Muta and Miwa. Mai and Maki. Momo and her bond with Mai and Miwa. Kamo and his mom. There's also their teacher Utahime who is close friends with Shoko, and she probably influenced these kids to get along with each other and foster that teamwork skills (you know like the MANY MAANNNYYY times Uta keeps on saying that the kyoto-tokyo kids should get along during the goodwill event). I'm not saying Tokyo kids can't get along, but it's not as the same degree as Kyoto's. I think what Kyoto's dynamic different is how they can be vulnerable with others and open about their problems/feelings which helps in these kids growing closer. For example, Momo is well aware of Mai's situation and will defend her. Miwa, who's well aware that growing closer will only end up hurting them because of the inevitable death in jjk, still chose to connect with her peers, and that lead to Muta even falling in love with her. For Tokyo, let's take an example of how the first years reacted to Yuuji's "death." Both Megumi and Nobara definitely tried hard to keep that stoic front. Nobara said how she can't cry on some guy she just knew for a few months when in fact Nobara is clearly affected. In the earlier arcs, Megumi and Yuuji were keeping secrets from each other about the whole "eating the Sukuna finger actually made things worse by awakening other fingers and kills more people everyday." The second years became close because of Yuta's nature who constantly reach out to everyone and not under Gojo's influence.

Moreover, I don't think I've seen this much group cohesion like Kyoto’s compared to Tokyo because it stuck to me how in Shibuya arc, the Tokyo kids are just constantly going off their own to prove their strength like Maki and Nobara which yes is a bit understandable cuz these kids are strong, but would it be so much stronger if they work together? But Gojo, their teacher, has established that he does not really advocate teamwork (even if he did for other’s help like Nanami and Utahime, he still ended up doing things alone). If Gojo's students are all strong individually because he's very particular in choosing his kids(aka choosing them for their potential/strength), then Utahime's student's are weak individually HOWEVER more stronger as a group. No wonder she is adored by everyone. No wonder that when Miwa was at her lowest during Muta's death, Kyoto tech was there for her.

However, there are times too when Utahime is carried away by the system and her students fell victims to it too(like the time she didn't know her student were targeting Yuuji, how Mai and Muta died in cruel way) because as the opposite of Gojo, she isn't traditionally strong who has the power to defy authority. She's more subtle about it because she works around the system (shown in investigating that haunted mansion from gojo's past arc and working to find the mole within the ranks and students) and doesn't easily power through them like how Gojo destroyed the mansion and can do whatever he wants cuz of his "strongest" title. That's why Gojo asked her help because she could investigate within the system and he couldn't do something like that when he's all about being loud and throwing around his weight. There are pros/con to her subtle nature, but since the JJK world favors the strong, then she gets stuff unchecked. So, NO, I don't think she's all that "strictly respect traditions/authority" type of person. She just knows how to play politics especially in a world where they will hammer down who is weak against the system, and yet, despite that, she's able to influence her kids to do something that sorcerers struggle with.

This is why her CT is beautiful too because literally and thematically anyone who gets into her "zone" will be strengthened by her. I've seen complaints about Utahime's CT in being merely a support/buffer type. Some people had been expecting that it could be something powerful and not just buffing people up. I’m guessing that its the girlboss belief that fans can latch onto. I mean most of the jjk girls are tough as nails that the fans like which yes is understandable! But I’ve seen this happen way too many time in shonen spaces where at times the considered “weak” or "support-type" fem characters are easily non favorable for fans. I think such thing doesn’t help people actually analyze the text and for me, if such character is written well then I’m 100% in (like c’mon, Miwa’s a “weak” character and yet she’s compelling not just her fun personality, but how she struggles with grief and a world where she gets her ass kicked for being weak). As for Utahime’s case, I love it! Because the whole point of the cursed techniques is it reflects a lot like of its user’s psyche and the series establishes that Utahime values teamwork and her connections with others which is anomaly in the jjk world, and it makes her CT badass in that way. That’s why it’s no wonder she’s a natural in supporting others! It 👏makes 👏sense👏!

My next fanon and canon comparison is more within the gjhm fandom which will be a bit controversial. Like I'm a gjhm shipper myself but there are times I have some issues in how they deal with Utahime. I think at times Utahime's spunk gets taken away just so she could coddle Gojo and easily ship them together fast. Like yall Utahime actually has some genuine reasons why she hates him not just 'cause of his annoying ass but cuz of his "weak" mockery to her. And I find it very much so amazing that Utahime's doesn't take his shit and will retaliate. I think it's Utahime wanting Gojo to be accountable on shit he does (like dang man this dude been getting away from shit) 'cause Gojo does perceive people in the traditional fashion of strong vs weak lenses. I keep on saying strong vs weak lenses because how Gojo nitpicks people he wants to "save" and that's usually people with "potential." Is it altogether bad wanting kids/students that have the drive to be stronger? Well, not exactly, no but when he started spouting how he wants to raise a generation way better than the higher ups, then why doesn't he include ALL of generation whether the kids start of strong or weak. Why didn't he pull out both Maki AND Mai from their Zenin situation? Don't give me the bullshit of "I can't save everyone who doesn't want to be saved" because especially if this is kids put in a dangerous environment, then it would be the job of adults to be responsible for them.

This is where the comparison of Utahime can show up again. Even how much different her kids are, personality and sorcery skill wise (llike Mai, Momo's fiery personalities way different from Miwa's, Kyoto being quite annoyed by Kamo's leader attitude), they obviously still make their group attacks work whether one is disadvantage in some skill or not. Utahime again and again is shown to care for her students whether not they're strong or weak. She prioritize their safety when that attack from goodwill arc showed up, and she went to the frontlines during the Kyoto-Kenjaku attack back in Shibuya.

I think, just personally, the fanon of Utahime coddling Gojo is ain't it for me when in many ways, Utahime can point out the flaws of Gojo's teaching that he needs. I'm not saying Utahime doesn't have her flaws either because she's weak to a whole system against her and there are times she couldn't be there for her students.

But yeah, that's about it for my Utahime thoughts and fanon discussion. Anon, if you have any fanon interpretation that you've encounter or more Utahime thoughts and wanna share then please feel free to drop an ask! ;)

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