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aliceramblez · 4 months

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BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

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distorted59 · 9 months

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A Week In San Francisco

summary: Where she’s Kirk's younger sister and her parents are on vacation. So, she’s forced to live with her brother and his bandmates for a week.

pairing: Kill 'Em All!James x fem!reader

warnings: none, just kissing, y/n is around 19

word count: 1699

A/N: Actually one of my first requests! hope you enjoy! sorry if there are some mistakes! xo (this was beta read like once or twice idk)

part2

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Y/n sighs and drops her baggage to the floor and knocks on the door. She is sweating, but not just because of the heat. Nervousness kicking in as she knocks on the door again.

“Open up, asshole.” She murmurs.

It’s a warm summer night, August of 1983. Nice time for a holiday, right? Well, that’s exactly what her parents thought. Leaving her to live with her brother Kirk and his bandmates for a week. Their first album “Kill ‘Em All” had just come out and they already felt on top of the world.

She’d met them a couple times and even saw one of their shows. They’re fun guys to hang out with, for like a day… And she has to live with them for a week no less. Knowing how messy they can be, she's a bit on edge, certainly not 'cause she thinks they're cute…

“Hey, baby sis!” Kirk opens the door with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey.” She gives him a slight smirk. “Please let me in, I’m dying in this heat.”

"Yeah! Of course!” He lets out a short laugh and grabs her bags, letting her in. With a big, welcoming hug, he squeezes the air out of her lungs, as if the girl wasn't feeling hot enough. “So, how was the trip?” He puts the bags down and guides her to the kitchen.

“It was alright.” She shrugs. “The AC on the bus was terrible, but it was better than nothing.”

Kirk rummages around in the fridge and holds up an ice cold beer bottle. His eyes travel from his sister to the space behind her.

“You want a beer? Oh, hey James!” He grins.

Y/n turns around and smiles at the blonde boy, “Hey James, nice to see you again.”

James doesn’t know where to look and smiles back, blushing tremendously. “Hey! Uh, hey.” He clears his throat. “Good to see you again too, y/n. How uhh-“ he walks to the fridge and grabs a beer himself. “How have you been?” He almost gulps half the bottle down.

“Fine, you?”

“Go-“ James starts.

“Oh! He's great now since you’re here!” Kirk interrupts James. “He hasn’t shut up about you since we last saw you.”

“Dude!” James exclaims.

Y/n opens the beer and takes a sip, eying James down. He does the same and the silence almost turns awkward.

“Ahhh, there she is!” A loud voice beams out. “The cuter-looking Hammett!”

“Lars…” She smiles and puts her beer on the counter before being engulfed with a tight hug from the drummer.

“It’s so nice to finally have you here!” Lars boasts excitedly. “Come on, I’ll show you your room!”

“I can take her!” Kirk frowns and grabs her bags. “I got her bags, see? Besides, she’s my sister. I should give her the tour!” He pouts.

James snatches one of her bags out of Kirk’s hand. “Shut up, Hammett.” He walks down the hall, smirking at Kirk.

Y/n looks at her brother with a questioning look and Kirk just returns a defeated one. “Just…” he sighs. “Follow them.”

“It’s okay.” She giggles. “You’re still my favorite member, big brother.” She kisses his cheek and Kirk groans, over-exaggerating being grossed out.

“Eww! y/n!” He whines.

“Don’t be such a baby!” y/n taunts.

“You two coming?” Lars yells from around the corner of one of the rooms.

“Yeah!” They both answer in unison.

“Me and Lars share rooms and James shares with Cliff.” Kirk explains while they’re walking down the hall.

“Where’s Cliff anyway?” She asks.

They stop at a room where both Lars and James are waiting for them. She peaks her head inside the room and sees Cliff sitting on a mattress on the floor, plucking at his bass and a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

“Sup, y/n!” Cliff smiles. “Sorry for sitting on your bed here.” He crawls up and flashes her a boyish grin.

Cliff walks up to her and gives her a tight hug, she holds onto him tightly. He smells like smoke and beer, but so does the entire house. She’s not complaining, though.

“My bed? But this is your rehearsal room, right?” She looks around at the guys.

The room is covered in posters and pictures from magazines. From Motörhead, Black Sabbath and Misfits to Led Zeppelin, Diamond Head and Iron Maiden. Lars’s drum-set is in the corner and around the room are some amp’s.

Kirk and James’s guitars against the wall, some torn notes on the floor. Probably forgotten lyrics. She notices a notebook laying on one of the amps, but her attention is also taken away from it as the floor is littered with empty beer cans.

“Yeah, the only spare room we had.” Lars explains.

“We all agreed on giving you some privacy.” James smiles politely as a slight blush creeps on his face again.

“Sorry for not tidying up.” Cliff grabs some cans. “We try to stay civil here.”

“Says you!” James laughs.

“Yeah? Whadda ya gonna do?” Cliff taunts and throws an empty beer can towards James’s head.

James dodges it and laughs while flipping him off. Cliff wiggles his brows and flips him off as well. Y/n chuckles and grins at the scene in front of them. Yeah, she’ll survive them.

“Look, I know it’s not like home…” Kirk walks towards her. “But, this is all we had and we all sleep on mattresses too!”

“It’s fine, man!” She reassures them. “It’s generous enough for you guys to give me my own room!”

“Okay, good!” Kirk smiles and she sees all the boys sighing with relief, almost like a weight fell off their shoulders.

“What? You’d thought I’d get mad?” She smirks.

“Maybe, we could’ve handled you though.” James teases and gives her a playful nudge.

After spending some time around her, James is looking at her with an excited twinkle in his eyes, and his confidence is rising again. He hasn't stopped thinking about her since he last saw her and made a promise not to get nervous or shy. It's time to work on that part because he's already failed it.

“I bet you would.” She tilts her head and shoves him back, laughing while doing it.

“Listen, guys. I’m sorry if you still wanted to jam tonight.” She puts her bags next to the mattress. “But, I would really love to get some sleep. I’m beat.”

“Oh, that’s fine, y/n!” Kirk smiles. “We’ll be out of your hair, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, boys! Thanks again!”

While y/n gets ready for bed and is in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. James is pacing around in his room. He forgot his notepad in the rehearsal room, now temporarily y/n’s room.

“I can’t just walk in now.” He murmurs to himself. “She’ll think I’m a creep, prancing around her stuff or something like that.”

He grunts and starts pulling his hair slightly. “Fuck it.” He decides. “I’ll just wait and knock.”

James walks out of his room as he goes over what to say to her. He’s too deep in his own thoughts and looking at the floor when he bumps into someone.

“Oh, shit!” The voice says.

“Fuck! Sorry, y/n!” James apologizes.

They look into each other’s eyes until both of them start laughing awkwardly. James scratches the back of his neck and clears his throat.

“Uhm, my notepad is still in your room.” He explains. “I didn’t want to just walk in without you knowing.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” She assures. “Go ahead and grab it.”

“Great, thanks.” James nods and smiles back.

Both of them walk into her room and James starts looking for his notebook. “You see, I left it somewhere here.” He motions around with his hands.

“Was it the one with a blue cover?” She asks.

“Yeah? Did you see it?” His face whitens. “Did you read it?”

“I didn’t, don’t worry.” y/n grins. “I saw it when I walked in, it’s on the amp near the drums.”

James looks over at the amp and lets out a relieved sigh. “Awesome, thank you!” He smiles, shoving the notepad in his pocket.

He walks back to the door ready to walk out, but he turns to her before leaving. “We’re uh, going to the… the beach tomorrow.” He says. “Hope you brought a bikini.” He mentally face palms himself and his face reddens.

“Or… or a bathing suit! Just… as we're going to the beach. Just… forget I said that.”

She giggles and walks towards him, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Biting her bottom slightly and it doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

“Don’t worry, I brought it.” She assures.

“Good…. Good.” He mumbles as his eyes travel down her neck and to the hem of her shirt. “Nice shirt.” He compliments when his eyes linger over the print “Motörhead”.

“Thanks.” She smirks. “Goodnight, James.”

Y/n turns around, but before she can walk away, James grabs her wrist.

“Wait!”

“Yes?” She turns around, the slightest amount of hope in her eyes. Wondering what he still wants from her.

“Goodnight…” he looks down at her lips before looking back up into her eyes. Y/n does the same, biting her own bottom lip again.

“You wanna kiss me, don’t you?” He smirks.

“Maybe, do you want to kiss me too?” She smiles playfully.

“More than anything right now.” He whispers and leans in, kissing her. Carefully at first, but it turns into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands loosely on her hips as he pulls her body closer to his.

“Fuck…” he murmurs in between kisses. “Want you…”

She breaks the kiss and gives him one final peck before shoving him out of her room softly. He looks at her in defeat, his lips are pink and swollen and his blonde hair messy and in front of his needy eyes.

“We got the whole week, baby.” She winks at him and closes the door.

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moontidemints · 10 months

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goodbye smiles

(narotmf's bye bye/ thank you letter to hrl, from the pov of narotmf leo)

Nice Leo gives Leo a smile.

It was the sad kind of smile. A goodbye smile.

He sort of hates it.

Huh, Leo's never had a goodbye smile before. It's doing stuff to his chest and eyes even though it's just a smile.

Is this stuff supposed to be so intense? Leo's four year old brain did not know.

The turtle huffs at the alternate version of himself, "Why are you smiling like I'm gonna be gone forever? I am literally still going to be here to cheer you on!"

Nice Leo was thinking about this way too much that their brain was leaking these thoughts into Leo's brain. That inconsiderate meanie.

She was nice to have around. They were around his age afterall. And definetly shared alot of similarites with himself afterall.

Same dad stuff and all.

His counterpart took his hand and nuzzled her head into his shoulder.

"Are you scared?"

Leo swears he was not trying to sounds judgemental! But it just sorta… same out that way.

His counterpart was now squeezing the daylights out of his hand, which made Leo think he was getting squished by a estatua gigante.

His Papa gives Leo a concerned look. The other version of his Papa is now eyeing the situation carefully. Both seem rest to pounce in at any moment.

Bonedads. Always so protective.

Leo throws them a carefree 'dont-worry-bout-it' smile and focus's on Nice Leo.

(And their unnatural death grip on him)

"Hey. Look at me?" Alternate him furrows their glassy eyes but stil looks at him, "The people that beat me? No offence, but I think they are alot less cool than you. Okay? You are going to do great next round."

Nice Leo stared at Leo.

Leo puts a hand on the other shoulder and humms, "You know what? I want you to say it. Out loud."

Nice Leo stutters, "S-say what?"

"Say you're going to do great!"

"You're going to do great?…"

"No silly." Leo points to the other's plastron, "You are going to do great."

"I am going to do great?"

"LOUDER! I CANNOT HEAR YOU OVER ALL THE NOISE!"

"BUT YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS MAKING THE NOISE!?"

"LA LA LA! I AM NOT HEARING A PERSON WHO IS ALL BUENO AND GOING TO WIN!"

"IS THAT EVEN-"

Leo hushes his other self by putting a finger over the other's mouth, "Callate, I am trying to ignite a spark in you. NOW SAY IT!!

Was Leo 100% aware that the other competitors were looking at them?

Yes. What of it?

"I AM GOING TO DO GREAT!!"

"¡Si! Now was that so hard?…"

Nice Leo tries to hide in his hands, "I think that spark you were trying to ignite in me is now turning into flames under my cheeks."

"You don't get an oppurtunity like this everyday! Avenging people and all that jazz. You are going against the people who just beat me. Carpe diem that stuff!" Leo hugs his friend and says in a softer voice "Ganar para mi. Ok?"

Nice Leo started tearing up again and Leo felt himself actually letting his tears out too.

Darn it. Goodbyes smiles feel worse with tears.

"You know I am proud of you too Lunita?" His Pops asked softly, handing him an warm empanada that seemingly came out of nowhere.

Leo smiled, a little bit too smug for someone who just technically lost, "Yeah. I know."

Leo takes a bite of goodness on the bleachers.

Tío Piel sneers, "Ok but not that proud you little goblin."

Leo snorts as his Tio and Pops banter on the ethics of the next round if it was just a big massive sword fight and argue if that would even be allowed.

Leo forgets what this competition was about.

And Leo will definetly forget he has brothers.

I wrote this while on a plane ride. No beta and internet lmao.

Cool with being ya @shardkn1ght. I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines now! Agrressivley.

thanks for being my ally and GOOD LUCK WITH THE NEXT RIUND :DD

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floralifetime · 1 year

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Toruk Makto’s Sister

Warning: Very bad writing, maybe some gramatical error (English si not my first language, so be gentle), some bad words, one episode of bullism, mention of death, mention of mourning, mention of grieving.

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Chapter n.2 Welcome Jakey.

“I didn't choose you, but I still love you and I wouldn't change you for the world. Thanks for being here, big brother.”

“Y/N they have arrived, do you want to go and see if your brother is with them?” Norm Spellman, one of the scientists I befriended and who trained with my brother, looks at me with concern. He knows how much Tommy's death has hurt me and he thinks going alone to see Jakey isn't the best idea, but he can't accompany me, he has a backlog of work. I hold my breath, clenching my hands into fists so hard my knuckles turn white, staring straight ahead but not really seeing what's there. I haven't seen Jakey in person since I got back here for training, and I can't deny that I wish I could have seen him under far better circumstances than Tommy's death, but whatever, there's no other choice.

I'm still very happy to see Jakey again, but at the same time I can't help but wonder if I'll actually get to see him, he and Tommy are twins, what if I'm not as ready to see him as I thought I was? If I couldn't stand the sight of him why would he remind me too much of Tommy? If this reaction of mine hurt Jakey I could never forgive myself for it, and on the other hand his presence could serve as the last indicator that I have learned to live with the pain of his death, no matter how much they say, time doesn't heal anything, it teaches you to live with your pains, because some are so strong that they will never really go away, they will always stay with you, but the wound heals and this is what allows you to look forward. "Yes." I answer.

When I arrive I rush into the room, scanning the newcomer capsules with my eyes and there he is, he is waking up but I can't help but recognize him, my big brother is here, he has arrived. I made a strangled sound, bringing my hands to my mouth with a few tears squeezing out, blinked them away and started running towards his pod. "Jakey!" I squeal as I rush to him with a toothy grin, lightly slap my hands on the glass as my brother opens his eyes wide and smiles seeing me so excited, he tries to move but I wave him off as I address the nurse next door who enjoyed the mooted interaction, Tommy's death was scandalous, after all. "Excuse me, can I open the capsule and hug my brother again? Will it be okay if I do it now?" The girl nodded and I didn't get told twice, I opened the capsule quickly while he, as usual, instead of listening to me does the exact opposite, the familiarity of this attitude is reassuring. As soon as I manage to open it, I help him sit up then I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close to me as if I was afraid he would disappear, and indeed he was, I was afraid that if I let go he would disappear, like in a I dream, when I would have opened my eyes again. Jakey hugs me back, placing a hand on the back of my neck and starting to softly stroke my hair, I didn't even realize I started crying with joy until I hear Jakey's voice whisper “Shh, don't worry Sweetie. Your big brother is here, it's alright…” I sigh and smile at the same time, my brother's affection always warms my heart no matter what the occasion.

“Jakey, I'm sorry…Tommy, he's…” I hear him nod “I know, I know…” “Could you see him?” I retort and he replies: "Yes, you weren't authorized to travel... It's not a nice act on the part of your superiors." I nod and rest my forehead against his shoulder “I know, but they had good reasons not to give me permission. In order to travel you have to…Be fit, and I wasn't because…I was having some health problems.” “And what would they be? Why didn't you mention it in your last letter?” I was afraid this question would come from him, but honesty is always the best way in general, but above all it is recommended with stubborn people like Jakey. “Because…Because I didn't want to weigh you down. I didn't want you to worry, and they weren't disabling in everyday life, but they were enough to prevent me from making a further journey from here to Earth, my body couldn't handle it and it was a risk my superiors didn't want to take." Despite the happiness I felt for seeing him again, the discussion had led to silence on the part of both of us, the only noise we could hear between us was Jakey's hand constantly stroking my hair. Just when I was about to pull away slightly from him, fearing I'd pissed him off, his sweet voice reaches my ears again.

“I can understand both your attitude and that of your superiors, I would be lying if I said I wouldn't have done the same if I were you or them.” Jakey tapped his fingertip gently on my temple, mimicking the way we communicated as kids. I'm only a year younger than Jakey and Tommy and I've always been very affectionate, which means that I would have hugged my brothers and I would not have easily detached them, on the other hand it's not like they could just hold me, given the little age difference, this prompted us to "invent" our own "language" to communicate. It's not that it was who knows what, but it was one of the few things our parents let us do without punishing or scolding us, they have never been so good to us, just as the Earth itself is no longer good to its inhabitants, but this it's only our fault and we have only ourselves to blame for it, no one else. In any case, it is sweet that this way of doing has reached our adulthood intact without being lost. I pulled away slightly and his blue eyes mirrored in mine e/c, my brother smiles and strokes my tear-stained cheek, delicately as if he fears damaging me further. We look at each other for a couple of minutes and I realize he's very pale, I didn't remember him that haggard, and only then does the realization hit me, so eager to hug him again after all this time and after Tommy died, I didn't even make sure that he was fine. My eyes widen and, before I can calm down, I speak up “Jakey, I'm sorry I should have asked first, how are you? How are you feeling?” Jakey chuckles and twists a finger in a strand of my h/c and h/l hair. "I'm fine, Sis, don't worry." "If you lie it doesn't reassure me, you know?" I retort. His laughter echoes softly throughout the room, it's contagious to me, I can't hold back a smile that creeps rapidly across my face. “Still got some temper, huh?” I nod and he resumes "Anyway, I'm a little nauseous and my head is spinning...Is that normal?" I don't even need to turn to the nurse, I don't even know if she's still here actually, to nod. While preparations were being made on Earth to convince Jakey to come here, I wasted no time in inquiring about all the symptoms he might experience when he woke up and how to remedy them.

I rummaged in the shoulder bag I'd been carrying around, pulling out some light snacks that she could eat to curb the nausea, and handed them to her. “Eat, this will make your stomach turn.” I smile. “Have you really thought of everything, hmm?” she laughed as he grabbed the snacks and started eating them. "Of course, my brother deserves the best available." Jakey laughed again as he ate them and I gently pressed his head to my chest, kissing his hair softly. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, just long enough to finish the snack, then we waited another two/three minutes for him to go away from the dizziness, I helped him sit in his wheelchair and accompanied him to the shuttle that would take us back Back at the base where our Avatars are kept, my brother and I talked the whole way.

“Jakey, can I push you?” My brother looks at me and sighs, nodding. He has always been very independent, despite the injury, he never accepts help from anyone, except that he can't say no to me. I smiled and began to push him behind the line of soldiers who were exiting the plane and entering the base. “Well well, guys, look at how much fresh meat here! Ahh, look at this one... She's a nice morsel, I'm telling you!" One of those who was waiting for the newcomers could not help expressing his unsolicited and decidedly inappropriate opinion. I looked him up and down for a couple of minutes, he was stripping me with his eyes, I don't even wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend, his unhappy outing about him speaks for itself. “Very kind of you, I wish I could say the same about you but…I'd be lying, and I'm not a good liar. Sorry."

His cronies burst out laughing at their friend's expression as Jakey performs his usual protective act “Keep your eyes dirtier than the inside doorknob of public bathroom away from my bastard sister, or I'll teach you a lesson in chivalry!” I chuckled as I pushed Jakey towards the cafeteria, where the meeting that all newcomers have to attend takes place. Once inside I knelt beside him, to be level with him and rested my hands on the arm of the chair, looking into his eyes. “Here is the meeting you need to attend, okay? I have to go, the meeting is only for newcomers like you, when it's over I'll pick you up, so we can stay together a little longer, ok?” She nods, we hug quickly and I go out to join Trudy, I promised her that I would help her with the maintenance and care of her flying jewels.

“Hey, Trudy!” I greet her as I catch up with her, smiling spontaneously to herself for the first time in a while. “Hey…Wow, nice smile. Has your brother arrived?" I nod as I hug her, it doesn't matter if she's all dirty or sweaty, I've never been a picky eater when it comes to giving hugs to my friends. "You're better, I'm really happy about it." she whispers as I feel her hug back. “Yes, the pain will never really go away, he is always my brother and I will miss him until I reach him, but I am happy that I knew him, happy that he was my brother, happy that his love gave me memories that no one will be able to steal." Trudy chuckles softly, she's always said she likes my "wisdom." “Who knows where your wisdom comes from.” "Nowhere." I reply. “I always thought you were smart, I wasn't wrong. And now, let's get to work so you finish in time to show your brother the bodies you're going out with." I nod and get to work with her, talking about the mechanics and history of her planes, I also had to hear her complain that her colleagues had ruined her Samson.

Once finished, I joined Jakey in the cafeteria, he was leaving when someone, perhaps in the mood for a fight, purposely stood in front of my brother at the last moment, pretending they hadn't seen him move. “Oh, watch out!” "Be careful you fucking handicapped!" My eyes widened at the fellow's words, and just as Jakey was about to retort, I placed myself between them both. “Of course…Some people are mythological creatures, with a human body and a dick head. The Dickheads. Have you ever heard them?" I smile candidly at him while he, confused by my sudden appearance, stares at me in disbelief and shakes his head. “Oh, too bad, because I see one right here in front of me.” Jakey bursts out laughing as the individual recovers from the initial confusion and glowers at me. "Well, look here, he's being defended by a little girl!" “Wow…My compliments for the originality, you deserve a lot of applause…Yes, with your head in the middle.” I turn to my brother and give him a complicit wink, he continues to laugh. That character's gaze becomes even more idiotic than before and I didn't think it could get any worse. “You have a sharp tongue, I like it.” "Thank you, please place your opinion on one of the tables in the cafeteria." I retort and, since I wanted to end the discussion quickly, I resume the conversation before he has time to respond. “That's about if you like me, if you don't like me, well…Then go line up with the others so you all wait together for me to give a shit.” I joined Jakey in laughing as I winked at the man who grunted in frustration as he walked away, not having found fights as easy as he probably hoped. “You did good, little sister.” Jakey congratulates me, not that he said anything. "Thanks, I didn't want to argue for a long time, we don't have time to waste." I answer smiling. “Can I push you again, big brother?” I ask again, Jakey's laugh slowly fading and he raises an eyebrow. “You know I prefer to move by myself as much as possible.” “Yeah, I know…” I curled my lip slightly and made my classic beaten puppy expression and he moaned knowing he couldn't deny me anything. "Tommy never taught me to say no to you." he moaned again and I smiled "Even he couldn't do much in the sense of denial... Neither of you could say no to me." I giggle. "At least Tommy resisted more, I always gave in first." we both laugh until Norm's voice cuts us off.

“Y/N! So how did it go?” I turn in the direction of the voice to see a specimen of Norm Spellman walking briskly towards us. “Oh, hey Norm! I would say quite well, are we late, by any chance?” Norm joins us and denies it, then lets his gaze fall on my brother. “You must be Jake Sully, right? Hello, I'm Norm Spellman! I did Avatar training with your brother and just finished it.” Jake shakes his hand vigorously. "Hello, Norm. Yes, I'm Jake, I'm Y/N's older brother and Tommy's twin." he looks at me “Late for what, exactly?” “Oh, but to see your Avatar bodies. Follow me guys, I'll take you to the labs." Norm answers the question even though it was clearly aimed at me. Before Jakey could say anything, I started pushing his chair following Norm, his resigned sigh making me laugh. “Norm, so it's true? Shall we go out tomorrow on a mission?” enthusiasm shines through my voice, I've always longed to come here to Pandora, ever since I was little and, despite dreams and things changing from childhood to adulthood as it is normal, this dream on my part does not it never disappeared. “Of course, we will all go out together tomorrow night, today we will take the last test of the Avatars.” he replies. “Everyone who?” Jakey asks. “Oh, me, Norm, Grace and you.” I answer. Jakey turns to look at me amazed “Can I go out tomorrow already? Really?" I nod. "Sure, your Avatar body should be ready, or at least, last I checked it was ready." Norm speaks up again and doesn't seem to be letting her go anytime soon. “Ok, Jake welcome, this is the area used for the use of the laboratories, this part leads to the bio-lab. We'll be spending a lot of time up here, you'd better get used to it." Jakey looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrug smiling kindly, Norm is ecstatic, it's clear as day. "To the right is the connecting chamber, that's where we connect the various Avatars to our human bodies." my brother nods "Sorry, but can we now see our Avatars?" he asks, probably already suspicious that the bodies aren't actually ready and that Norm has the thankless job of distracting us to buy the others time. “Oh yes, sure! This way, come on!” replies the scientist and takes us to finally see the Avatars, or rather, the Avatar that Jakey will wear, the one that should have belonged to Tommy. He was wonderful, just perfect and enchanted everyone. So caught up in admiring the Avatar we didn't notice a man in a white coat joining us. "It's fantastic, isn't it?" he asks, catching both of us by surprise, making me yell in a decidedly unflattering way.

Max, that's the name of the new addition to the group, laughed. “Sorry, sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to scare you. You are admiring the Avatar, huh? What do you think, do you like it?” “Sure, it's just perfect. There's nothing more to say." I replied. "It's big. When did he grow up so much?” Jakey asked. “During your journey, the Avatars fully develop as their human counterpart reaches Pandora from Earth.” I explain and both Norm and Max nod "That means the propioceptive sims work perfectly, it's a relief to know for sure." sighs Norm. We said goodbye to Max who had some work to fix and we stayed a few more minutes admiring Jakey's body. "It's...Identical to him." sighs, I smile sadly placing a hand on his shoulder. “No, he is the same as you. It's yours now." Jakey smiles. "But where is my sister's?" he asks, after a moment's pause. "Yes, where is mine? Everything went fine?" I worry as Norm smiles and motions us to follow without saying anything. Jakey and I look at each other and then we follow him, Norm guides us to a side room, where Max is already checking some papers, and my Avatar is lying in a capsule.

“Leave my chair, go see your Avatar, I can move by myself, you know.” I turn to Jakey and see him nod, so I leave him alone and go to press my face against the glass that encloses my Avatar. It was...Absolutely breathtaking. Her hair are h/l and h/c, with a braid, her body resembles me only in some details, since her shape is much more similar to a feline, only bipedal, as the Na'vi are on the other hand. The skin is of a well distributed dark blue, the color becomes lighter on the face going from dark blue to light blue, obviously the skin is all covered with white dots that look like our freckles, to protect it from the heat of the sun, while the streaks act as a perfect outline on the body, resembling the streaks of a land tiger, just a little lighter. I thanked both of them for their work on my Avatar, just as Jakey also came out of the trance he had engulfed him when he started watching my Avatar. “What do you think, brother?” I asked him smiling, he reciprocated and replied “Definitely beautiful, as you are in reality. I like that they kept this detail quite a bit!” he laughed to see me blush redder than a tomato as Norm and Max joined him in laughing at me.

After a few more minutes of laughter Max, Norm and I take Jakey to practice video logs, even though I've never been out and tomorrow's is the first practice mission of my life, I got to do some practice with video logs, is a training topic, to be as ready as possible because it would be better to be prepared once in the field, because then there will be no time to learn. After that we took him to meet Grace, the legend. “Grace Augustine is a legend on Earth, she is the one who leads the Avatar program and she is also the one who wrote the book on the flora of Pandora.” after finishing his introduction Max looks around and smiles sarcastically "Well, because she prefers plants to people." he concludes and I reply immediately, as if they had flipped a switch. “If I found myself surrounded by idiots, I too would develop a disproportionate love for plants, huh, what are you saying?” Max smiles and raises his hands in surrender “Sorry, Y/N. I forgot that to you Grace is practically sacred and nobody can touch her." I roll my eyes as Max looks around again. “Oh, there she is! Let's reach out to her, let's take advantage of the fact that she has graced us with her presence. ” he smiles as we catch up with Grace. “Hey, Grace, I wanted to introduce you to Jake Sully, he's here replacing his brother Tommy, and Norm Spellman, he's just arrived and you haven't had a chance to meet him personally yet.” Grace, in the meantime, had smiled giving me a nod, continuing to smoke her cigarette quietly, as if what Max said about her didn't concern her in the slightest. “I've heard good things about you Norm, regarding Y/N she did the entire training under my personal guidance so I don't need to know anything.” I smile as I watch her flick some ash off her cigarette and put Norm's Na'vi to the test. "It's a bit formal, but it's not wrong. All right. As for you…” Her inquiring gaze wanders towards my brother and I am already starting to sweat. “Your sister told me about you, I have to make sure of what she said. How much lab experience do you have?” Jakey grins and I glare at him, "Watch what you say!" I hiss, warning him that if he says what I'm thinking he's going to get a slap on the back of the head. “I dissected a frog once.” and the slap on the back of the neck starts and it was definitely a must. "Ouch! You knew I was going to say that, sis!" he moans like a child. "Yes, unfortunately, and I also warned you, but you wanted to go your own way. Don't say you didn't deserve it." I finish before turning to Grace, "Sorry, I love him, but sometimes she's such a jerk." “Hey!” he replies offended. Grace raises her hand and smiles. "I know, you told me." she replies. "Anyway we have to do with what we have available, and that goes for the staff as well. Come back here at 8.00 tonight, try your Avatars for the first time and take a tour of the outer perimeter." “Grace, do you need help?” I ask her. "Yes, could you give me a hand to update some categories and some of my notes? I plan to get more information tomorrow evening... Ah, you were told that you will accompany me, right?" "Yes! And I can't wait!" I yell, hopping slightly and Grace smiles at me. "I figured, but now come on, the break is over." she resumes her serious gaze as she begins to walk into the labs, I turn to Jakey "I'll let you go, I see you have work to do." he smiles, glad to see me busy with people who like me and doing what I love. "Norm, can you please give him a short tour? He needs it." I ask and Norm nods, after which we say goodbye and I help Grace until 8.00 in the evening.

“How long have you been logged?” Grace's question is for Norm, as far as I'm concerned she already knows everything, even if you don't actually use your Avatar body, you still get plugged in to get your body used to the feel of the plugged in, sadly that's not something I it can be done out of the blue, unless you have a particularly strong physique and in fact I don't know how Jakey will react, all I know is that I studied on purpose to make sure everything goes well. I've already lost Tommy and I can't lose him too, I wouldn't forgive myself that. “More or less 520 hours.” he replies. “Perfect, not bad.” she congratulates then passes in front of my capsule, leans out and smiles at me, greeting me. I returns it and I relax, closing my eyes without thinking about anything. Suddenly a kaleidoscope of bright shapes and colors appears around me, soon replaced by a moment of total darkness that leaves room for a pure, blinding white light that seems to embrace me and welcome me home. I wake up once I hear the sound of monitors all around me. “Do you hear me, Y/N?” I open my eyes and I see the faces of the scientists pressed close to me, not too much to suffocate me but it cannot be said that they stay away. "Yes I hear you." I answer smiling and breathing deeply, despite being still in a laboratory you can already feel its purity that you will never find on Earth again. “How are you feeling? Some problems?" asks another scientist. “No, I'm fine. Thank you." I look around and see that, in the meantime, Jakey has also woken up, I smile at him as I watch him look around and observe his own body. “Y/N let's start testing your movements, can you touch my thumb with your fingers?” I perform both this and the other requests, my movements seem to be, for now, perfect, which is strange since it is the first time I take on the body of Avatar, so it shouldn't be so fluid, yet…They just come naturally to me, like i'm meant to hold this body, like i feel at home. “Jake, man, I need you to sit down! Do not get up!" And did it seem to you that my idiot brother didn't do what he does best, that is the moron, not even listening to the indications of the scientists by mistake? I turned to Jakey and saw Norm trying everything to get him down, failing miserably. "Don't worry, I can do it, I'm strong enough." she attempted to reassure the team following her link. Jakey gets up and leaves the room, I imitate him with the scientists who follow me. "Don't worry guys, I can do it, I recover my brother since I'm the only one able to do it." I reassure, despite the chances that Jakey will listen to me are slim, despite the good we love each other Jakey has to do his own thing and bump his nose against the consequences of his actions, otherwise he doesn't understand.This attitude drives practically anyone into a rage, I understand to be honest, it wears you out inside unless you have infinite patience. I follow it through a basketball court, had to dodge Avatars playing on it, and an obstacle course before I was able to retrieve him. “Jakey, I want a hug! Come here!" I call him, for once he listens to me and joins me, then giving me the most bone-breaking hug I could bear. "It was a stupid thing to do, you know." I scold him with concern welling up in my voice. "I could not help it." he defends himself. I hum as I rub my cheek against his. “Sorry, you might have felt bad since you have no training or experience and if something happened to you I…I couldn't…” “Shh…Hey, I'm here, it's ok.” he reassures me. “I love you, big brother” I smile. "Me too little sister." he responds by turning around and kissing my temple softly. "I'm sorry for making you worry." he apologizes as I rest my cheek on his shoulder. "It does not matter. I'm happy to see you standing and walking, how do you feel?” I ask him and he smiles. "It's great, fantastic! I mean, now I can move on my own without always having to carry the chair with me, I can go wherever I want without restrictions and you don't have to push or wait anymore. It's a blessing for me!" I laugh at his enthusiasm as I kiss his cheek.

Jakey is about to ask me something when Grace's voice interrupts us. “Hey! Marines! Y/N!” we turn to see the Avatar version of Grace join us. “Grace? It's you?" my brother asks as Grace stops near us. "Sure, who were you expecting, idiots?" she replies, I smile looking at her. “Grace, you are beautiful. Your Avatar is perfect!” I compliment, she looks at me and smiles at me. “Thanks, yours turned out well too.” It's her best, I already know that. Having said that I see her take two fruits. “Quick thinking!” she smiles throwing the first fruit towards Jakey who catches it on the fly, he is about to pass it to me when Grace throws another one towards me which I catch on the fly with very fluid movements, which amazed both of us. “Perfect, your motor system is good. Y/N, yours is particularly good, congratulations.” she congratulates and I nod smiling. "Already! It almost seems like you've always had this body. As if you were born Na'vi." Jakey compliments as I lower my gaze slightly, taking on a darker shade on my face, the equivalent of human blush. “Thanks to both of you, I don't know what it's from, they just come naturally to me.” I justify myself. “Very interesting…” Grace notes as I blush further and, since both Jakey and I are hungry, we eat the fruit Grace threw at us.

We spent all afternoon and late into the evening doing test after test, making sure all was well with both of our Avatar bodies. Although Jakey's initial stiffness coped great and soon felt more natural, but never as much as I did, the training has only increased my motor agility and my feeling at ease, which impressed Grace and my brother. However now it is night and we have to rest, because we are all tired, it has been a busy day. My brother and I are both sitting on a bed where our Avatars will be safe until we get them back to go on a mission tomorrow night. Jakey obviously plays dumb and plays with his queue, I've already told him twice not to. "Stop playing with it, you'll go blind if you go on like this." Grace scolds him and finally Jakey takes his eyes off the queue, much to my relief. "It's so weird..." I took his hand in mine. "I know, but you'll get used to it, we'll both do it together." I smiled "Because the Sully’s stick together." I concluded smiling and he did the same thing. “Come on, lie down and be quiet! Lights off! Relax your body and clear your mind, Jenny! Hurry up, come on!” Grace yells out various instructions as Jakey and I do what she tells us to do. We are in the same bed, actually at my request, I wanted to stay with my brother and he doesn't mind, I always slipped into their bed when I was afraid for some reason, so sleeping next to each other is nothing new for the two of us. “Good night Jakey, thanks for being here and thanks for letting me sleep next to you this time.” he hugs me and kisses my forehead, before falling asleep I hear his voice whispering “I love you too, little sister. I'm glad you're okay, don't be afraid, big brother is here and he will never leave you. Good night and sweet dreams."

Ok, so this is the second chapter, maybe even longer than the first😅...I'm still trying to work on my ability to summarize but it's not going so well😅...Anyway, thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first chapter, I didn't even think that anyone would read it, let alone appreciate it🤩😅.

@avatarbyamara This is the second chapter, if you want to stop being tagged let me know, I hope you like it.

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part 4 of Please for God's sake, rest

“What happened? I don't think I've ever seen John cry like that or even cry at all." Clay whispered, using his hair to pull the blanket over them. “I honestly don't know. I was walking by and I heard what sounded like crying so I came to check on him. He was crying but stopped when I walked in. He tried to play it off like he wasn't but I could tell he was. After a minute I got him to talk about it and he just started crying again. Poor JD feels like he shouldn't have to be taken care of since he's the oldest. I told him that's not true, it doesn't matter how old he is, he can be taken care of. I think the reason we never saw him cry is because he never let himself cry around us. He felt he had to be the strong big brother, so any tears he had, he'd hold them in. That's not healthy, I think once he started, it all came crashing down on him.” Floyd whispered while rubbing John Dory's back. Clay looked down at JD sadly, was that true? Clay hugged John from behind. Silence fell over them and soon they were asleep as well.

Bruce and Branch went to check on John Dory after not seeing Clay or Floyd for a while. They opened the door to see the three of them squished on to the bed. Branch let out a quiet giggle and went to get the camera to document the moment. Bruce stood there for a minute, listening and watching how his brothers were such themselves. Clay had reached over, grabbed a book and fell asleep with it on his face. John Dory was drooling onto Floyds shirt and snoring softly. Floyd was always the quiet sleeper, sometimes they thought he had died but the steady rise and fall of his chest told him otherwise. They all looked so content, almost made Bruce wish he could squeeze in there with them. Branch came back with the camera and was about to take a picture when Bruce stopped him. “Just wait a moment. You can't tell me they don't look comfortable." Bruce said, holding Branch’s arm. Branch looked at his brothers, they did comfortable. They looked like nothing had changed, like they hadn't missed twenty years of each other's lives. Branch smiles softly before snapping the picture. Shaking it while talking to Bruce cheekily “Poppy is gonna love this one." Bruce chuckled and ruffled Branch's hair, enjoying how he fell so easily into the little brother role. The role of taking embarrassing pictures and sharing private information. Bruce decided to let his brothers sleep, turning to offer Branch a lesson in cooking one of the dinners their grandma used to make. Branch wouldn't turn that down, he had missed her cooking and she sadly never wrote down any of her recipes. The two of them got cooking, chatting about this and that as they cooked. The smell of the food flooded the bunker, hitting Floyd's nose first. He sleepily sniffed the air, the smell giving him a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Floyd detangled himself from JD, making sure to cover them back up after he got up. Floyd made his way down into the bunker to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Floyd watched his brothers cook and talk, jokes being made as food was tasted. It was comforting, the warm fuzzy feeling spread through his body. A few minutes had passed for either of them noticed Floyd had walked in and sat at the table. When did you get here?" Branch asked after doing a double take. Bruce let out a ‘hmm?’ and looked over his shoulder. Floyd smiled softly, still a little sleepy. “A few minutes ago, whatever you guys are cooking smells good.” Floyd said before walking over to the kitchen to get a better look at the food. Bruce was showing Branch how to make their grandma's zucchini boats recipe, as kids they didn't care for it but now they'd enjoy it. They conversated as the food cooked, Floyd hopped up on the counter to get out of the way. “Counters are for glasses, not asses. Get your butt down." Bruce joked, pointing the end of a spatula at him. “Geez, ok, ok." Floyd said before getting down, hold his hands up in defense. Branch chuckled “Did you get that from Grandma too?" “Ha ha, very funny. Kind of, she used to say ‘counters are for cups not butts’. She never swore around us and tried to make sure we didn't swear either. God, the amount of times she yelled at John and Clay for swearing was a little ridiculous." Bruce responded as he stirred the vegetables in the pot. "And if it got really bad, she'd wash their mouths out with soap. Clay swallowed some once and was convinced he was gonna burp bubbles. Watching him try and make that happen was very entertaining.” Floyd said, laughing at the memory while leaning against the counter. The light hearted conversation continued and soon the food was done. Clay had woken up and came down as the table was set. “Well look who decided to join us? What, did John's snoring wake you up?" Bruce teased as Clay joined them at the table. “ No, the smell of good food did. Is this what I think it is?” Clay asked, seeing what had been cooking. Bruce let out a ‘mhm’ as he set up a plate to take up to John Dory. They began eating, eyes tearing up because Bruce had made it just like their grandma had.

Bruce came back down to see his little brothers eating with tears in their eyes. “What's wrong?" He asked, panicking a little, thinking he had messed it up somehow. " It tastes just how grandma used to make it.” Floyd said sadly, food still in his mouth. It tugged at Bruce's heart strings to see his brothers look so sad but so happy. He made himself a plate and dug in, they were right. It really did taste how grandma used to make it. They ate, really enjoying the food before sitting down to watch a movie, every so often one of them going to check on John Dory. The day ended with each of them content and happy, old memories and new ones ready to be made.

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raphieeee · 1 year

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It starts when Splinter calls Karai his daughter. The word rings out in his ears for the rest of the day and starts again the second he wakes up the next morning. “My daughter”. He doesn’t get why it bothers him so much at first, thinking it’s just jealously over having another sibling to fight attention for. It hits him when Casey and April are talking about a classmate and Casey refers to him as she and April corrects him to say he. He sits in silence for so long, just thinking about what that implies, that Leo notices and asks him what’s wrong. Raph, being as good of an actor as he is, just shouts some about wanting to be alone and running to the Dojo. He steals the computer and researches everything about genders and pronouns, eventually passing out with his head on the keyboard. It’s several weeks later, after contemplating for hours everyday and searching every site he could find, that he accepts what he’s been so confused about. As the family sets up for dinner, April and Casey included, Raphael stands awkwardly and coughs. Leo and Splinter look up first and are immediately at attention, worried at the almost scared look Raph holds. The others look up too and all of them are waiting for him to speak as he wrings his hands out in a nervous manner. Splinter stands and kneels in front of his child, the others coming to sit by the couch to see what’s wrong, “My son, what is the matter?” Raph flinches subtly, taking a deep breath and nodding as if deciding something. Voice shaky and quiet, something none of them have ever heard, Raph speaks, “I-I… I don’t… I don’t want to be a boy. I want to be… be like April, I- I wanna be a girl?” She says it like a question, asking for permission from her family. Shock passes all their faces as they process her words, Donnie, April and Casey understanding quickly, then Leo and Splinter and finally Mikey, who thought he meant she wanted to be human. Donnie and Casey give her almost proud smiles and nods, as if they’ve seen a big achievement happen in front of them. April looks like she might squeal, clearly excited. Mikey, who couldn’t care less what peoples genders are, tries to sneakily steal a slice off Leo’s plate. It’s Leo who walks up next to Splinter and puts a hand on her shoulder with a warm smile and says, “I kind of always wanted a sister.” Raph can’t stop from crying, especially as Sinter laughs a cheery sound and brings her into a hug, hand resting on her head as he squeezes. “Let me correct myself then, my daughter. There isn’t a thing wrong with you at all.” The insuring group hug has her sobbing with joy, something she would later deny ever happening. It’s take them a while, which she fully expected and understands, but eventually everyone gets used to calling her she. With discussions between her and her dad, she decides to keep Raph as her name but change her full name to Raphaela, not wanting a big change but wanting to distance herself from the more masculine original. It’s Leo’s idea to get her a longer mask and tie the end in a bow or cut multiple strands to braid it. Donnie confesses latter that he saw her searches on the laptop and deleted them so no one would see until she was ready, so he had already prepared some hormone injections if she wishes to trail them. Mikey is ready to beg and plead but doesn’t need to when he asks if he can paint her nails and use his old bracelet making kit to make (cool) jewellery for her. April and Casey buy her a giant dress that they cut to size so it will fit over her shell, which causes her brothers to demand they get clothes too. Splinter tries his best with his age and traditional lifestyle, which Raph knows and appreciates, loving it eveytime her father calls her daughter (she knows he calls her daughter more than he calls the others son just to reassure her). Raphaela was terrified to come out to her family, but as she sit on the couch sharpening her Sai’s with bright red nails and black eyeliner being done by her brother and Casey, she thinks the fear was worth it in the end.

#tmnt raphael #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #2012 raphael #rottmnt raphael #trans raph

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avalanchesumich · 6 months

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mastermind!au

october 13

cam hadn’t seen gabe much at all during the day, except for at lunch, where he ate with her and val. when they finished eating, she wished him good luck and she headed off to her class.

she texted him not too long ago, wishing him luck again. he never responded, so she was unsure if he had seen it, though she would understand if he didn’t, so she wasn’t worked up over it. now, she, val, and val’s twin brother, timothy were all making their way to their seats for the game, which was on the third row by the home bench.

“i’m so excited!” val grinned, squeezing cam’s arm in excitement. “i haven’t been to a hockey game in so long. aren’t you excited?”

“yes,” cam laughed, watching the players during their warm up, her eyes roaming the ice.

“he’s by the goal, cam,” timothy pointed out.

immediately, her eyes snapped to the goal, where he was in fact standing. he was talking with the bc goalie and one other guy, before he skated away, searching the stands. she could hear timothy start up a bet with val, but it was distant to her when gabe looked their way. she sent him a shy wave, a smile on her face as they locked eyes.

gabe’s reaction was anything but shy. he had the happiest smile on his face when he saw her, waving her way. this didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates, though he ignored the teasing chirps he got from some of the guys, just happy that his girl came for him.

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the final buzzer sounded, announcing the game was over. cam and her friends shot up, cheering with the rest of the fans around them.

“you ready?” val asked.

“you guys go,” cam shook her head. “i’m gonna stick around.”

“what gonna give him a big ole kiss for winning?” tim teased.

cam scrunched her nose. “don’t ever say that again,” she said, not confirming nor denying what he had said. “see you later?”

“yeah,” val nodded with a knowing smile on her face. “you’re still coming to the party right?”

“of course,” cam nodded. “someone’s gotta be your sober buddy.”

val snorted and nodded. “thanks, babe. see you later,” she said. “be safe.”

cam wasn’t waiting for too long when she saw him coming her way. gabe couldn’t help but smile when he caught sight of her.

cam rocked on her heels excitedly, wrapping him up in a hug once he approached. “you did it!” she exclaimed. “congratulations, perreault.”

“thanks,” gabe said softly, his arms going around her back, tightly reciprocating their first hug. “i’m glad you made it.”

“i promised you,” cam shook her head, pulling back from the hug. “you okay?”

“yeah,” gabe nodded, looking down at her. “yeah, i’m all good.”

truth be told, he was down that he didn’t tally any points, but her excitement for him just winning was enough to lift the weight off his chest.

“good,” cam smiled. “ready?”

“let’s go,” gabe nodded with a small smile. he offered his hand for her to take.

cam pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she interlocked their fingers, the two of them leaving the rink together.

#mastermind!au #gabe perreault x makar!sister #gabe perreault

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 6 months

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Fire and blood (THE FANFIC!) 18+ Dark!Aemond x oc/reader and dark!aegon x oc/reader

Chapter 23: Birth.

COOL HEADER CREDITS: @) firefly-in-darkness

🔷Summary:You are the Lady Brienne Beesbury, Aegon's tutor for his Valyrian lessons. You are elegant and the beloved daughter of Lyman Beesbury, his youngest precious daughter. Needless to say, your pupil Aegon takes a interest in you, and when Aemond also takes a interest in you, things go south rather quickly. They make a deal that you are quick to accept: You will be their plaything for their dark pleasures. You just had no idea.......How far the realm would burn, and how much you all would suffer because of these choices.

🔷Author's note: Please head the warnings.

Wordcount :5000

🔷Warnings: Childloss, birth, assassins, blood, gore, angst, depression, child-birth-depression, be careful what you wish for-ism and other shenanigans MURDER GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF MURDER AND CRAZY TARGARYENS AS WELL AS TREASON WAAH ALMOST FORGOT THIS ONE, THIS ONE CRUCIAL ONE: BOOK SPOILERS, POSSIBLE SHOW SPOILERS!!!!! MDNI18

Many thoughts go through your head, causing a headache when you see Aemond Targaryen has returned from his adventures in the Riverlands. You thought you would never see him again, after he was sent away and Aegon married you, sprunging him.

You are close to losing yourself once again to emotions, as you want to hug someone, anyone. You watch in silence when Aemond nods to his brother, giving a small bow out of respect. You watch teary eyed as it happens. You always wish they would get along, but not like this. Not when one is facing what could be his final battle.

Aemond’s light blue eyes switch from Aegon’s body to your own, taking in your big swollen belly while you see many emotions reflected back in his only good eye. Jealousy, heartbreak, and finally, a gentle and timid smile grows on his pink soft lips. ‘’You mustn't be here. You must be in your rooms, resting.’’ He tells you, commanding you, as if you are still a lady and he is the prince. But the moment he hears the words leave his lips, he grabs your hands gently, lowering his voice a bit.

‘’It’s what Aegon would have wanted. You must be kept safe, no matter the cost.’’ He starts to squeeze your hands, perhaps unintentionally.

You become slightly uncomfortable under his hard, intense gaze and give an obedient nod. But you won’t leave your Aegon. You made a vow to him, unknowingly, perhaps, but you vowed you would be one soul, one flesh, one heart. ‘’My place is beside Aegon. I’m only leaving if he is brought to his ancestors, resting in the crypt.’’ You picture a funeral parade for your loved one, being paraded around the town when civilians look on, their brave king covered in green and gold, before being put to rest with his ancestors, finally free of the burdens of this world, a world that never fully and truly suited him.

Aemond sighs, as you sit down on Aegon’s bed. You lean in and kiss Aegon’s forehead, which is still warm, giving you a slight comfort. He is still in there, your Aegon. You just hope you can survive long enough on your own until he comes back out. The prince speaks, before sitting down on the other end of the bed, joining you.‘’You always were a stubborn woman.’’

You laugh, despite your tears. But that laugh slowly dies as the cold truth settles and wraps around you as a blanket, nearly choking the joy and light out of you. ‘’It’s too much, Aemond. I can’t lose him. Not after everything we have been through. I have nightmares where my child is cut from my body.’’ You look at your belly, rubbing it. You have nightmares about Helaena too. She warns you to be careful. You won’t bring her up in front of Aemond, however.

The prince is insulted you even thought he would allow such a thing to happen. As if it is not possible that you all might lose this war, become captives and die. ‘’I would never let that happen, and you know it.’’

You have your doubts. There is only so much they can do. ‘’I’m the Queen of Seven fucking kingdoms, ruling over millions of people and yet I feel completely alone.’’ You confess, without any tears running down your cheeks. You have no one. Not really. Without Aegon, you are powerless and weak. These men claim that a woman is unfit to rule, why would they even listen to what you want?

Aemond’s fingers gently reach out to touch your hands that rest on your belly, holding your hand when leaning in closer. ‘’You’re not alone…’’ He turns his head, and is reminded of his brother. He drops your hands, and you feel even more alone than before. ‘’Your grace.’’ He adds with a dutiful faint smile that hurts your heart. You love him still, of course you do. But you can’t bear to love anyone until your Aegon wakes up, for you vowed you wouldn’t love another man, and you are not sure that you can love another man.

‘’He is so peaceful, almost as if he’s dreaming.’’ You whisper, gently touching Aegon’s hands and taking them into your own. Aemond is silently hurt written all over his face. Yet he nods, dutiful. ‘’I wonder what he dreams about.’’ You murmur, a bit delusional.

Aemond speaks, whispering as well, not ruining the moment. ‘’I know, your grace.’’ He tells you, clearing his voice. You turn your head and see that you are not the only one who feels terribly lost and alone anymore.

Just seeing him cry is enough to make your bleeding heart be cut again. ‘’You do?’’ You ask, in disbelief, your voice small, breakable.

Aemond nods. ‘’Hmhm. He dreams about the only thing that he ever wanted, the only thing that ever mattered. He dreams about something that every man should thank the gods for, that they have it.’’

He turns his head and finally looks you in the eye when speaking. ‘’He dreams about you, your grace.’’

The doors of your bedroom are opened from the otherside, and a red haired green wearing woman enters with quick, precise steps, her hands folded against her stomach and her glare judgemental when she takes you and Aemon in, sitting close to one another. She even clears her throat to annouche herself. ‘’Ahum.’’ Alicent Hightower is here.

Aemond rises from the bed, quickly going to his mother. ‘’Mother, you shouldn’t have come here.’’ He tells her in a warm, hushed voice. You let them be, touching Aegon’s warm cheeks and caressing his face. You think back of the many times he was sitting in front of you, with his nose in a book he didn’t want to read, before his bright eyes wandered to your face, listening as you would read to him.

You know Alicent well, by now. She already lost her only daughter, now she is about to lose her first born son. She pushes Aemond gently aside, and once again you hear her footsteps approach you. ‘’If the gods did not want me to see my son, they would have taken him away from me already.’’ Alicent then looks at her son, sleeping quietly, his face half blackened, his eyebrows gone and his arm that is now half metal. She does not speak a single word, but keeps staring at him, her mouth forming wordless prayers only the gods may hear. When she is finished, she lifts her head before addressing you and Aemond but barely looking at you. ‘’If you both can please join us, we have a emergency council meeting.’’

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The small council room is not unfamiliar to you. You have been here at various times. The first time will always be unforgettable. You had woken up after the dinner, in Aemond’s bed, and heard your father had died. You stumbled into the chamber, and found your father with his head smashed in, still sitting his seat, still wearing his pin. Today, you sit in that chair, and you firmly believe it will be your head that will be smashed in this time.

The way Alicent smiles says it all. She has a plan to make sure that the Hightowers once again prevail, and once again that means that justice, honesty and the good will have the bow for their plots and schemes. She sits in the chair of your husband, of your king. Just her, sitting in that chair is enough to cause you worry. Luckily Aemond is here as well, although you doubt it that he would pick your side over hers. Alicent speaks, looking around the room and addressing the council of Aegon II. ‘’We are here today with a sorrowful task. My son, your king, was injured in battle, possibly beyond recovery.’’ Her hazelnut brown eyes are piercing holes in yours as she speaks, clearly blaming you for the possible death of her son. ‘’We have come here today, to choose an heir.’’ You slowly raise your brows.

‘’It was my husband’s wish to see our son take the Iron throne.’’ You interrupt her sharply. ‘’To discuss anyone else would be the highest of treason. Maelor nor Jaehaera are well enough to rule the kingdoms, you know this as their grandmother.’’

‘’And yet your son is? You are still with child. We do not know for certain if the child born will be a male, your grace.’’ Maester Orwyle speaks, keeping his gaze lowered and his hands hidden in the pockets of his tunic.

The weasel that is Jasper begins interfering too, reminding you all of the ancient succession laws that have been at work longer than any of you. ‘’And aside from that, the rule of succession has been very clear. You are only a queen-consort. Should anything happen to Aegon, you have no heirs with him that can take the throne. So, the throne will pass to the eldest living descendant of the former king.’’ From the corner of your eye, you notice that Aemond almost perks up at this conclusion.

Alicent folds her hands, leaning on the table before turning to her son. You palen, following her gaze and turning your head to Aemond as well. ‘’Aemond, I know it is a lot to ask. But until your brother either recovers or dies, do you wish to take the crown and lead the kingdoms?’’ She asks him.

Aemond thinks for a moment, before giving a nod. You glare at him. This is all he ever wanted, to rule the kingdoms. He doesn't care that he has to do it over the back of his comatic brother, or you, the girl he once loved so dearly. ‘’Yes, mother. I shall carry my duty and birthright with honor and pride.’’ You slam your hands on the table.

The fragile sphere in the room changes every passing moment. Tyland Lannister comes with another proposal however. ‘’Our king is as good as dead. He has no heirs left. He started this war nearly 2 years ago now. We all lost so much. We suffered so much.’’

A hush falls over the small council as every one of you considers the words of Tyland. ‘’We must surrender now, bend the knee to Rhaenyra, perhaps she’ll be merciful.’’

Several people erupt into protest, all but yourself. Aemond is the first to talk, rising to stand when pointing in your direction with clear disgust written on his face. ‘’Surrender? Are you insane? Brienne is pregnant with Aegon’s child. Do you know what will happen to her?’’ Your child will die. Rhaenyra won’t allow another challenger to her throne to live. He will die, your son.

Alicent huffs. ‘’Nothing she did not deserve for endangering him in the first place.’’ Your blood becomes cold and Aemond has to hold you back from ripping the red curls from her skull.

Your protests are in vain. ‘’I won’t stand for this. This is treason!’’ You look around for the other members, Criston being your best shot. He owes you a favor. Multiple ones. He killed your father, he proposed the plan that led to Aegon’s demise, and he is hand now because of you. ‘’Ser Criston…’’

But one look at him and you know you won’t have his support. ‘’The prince will make a fine ruler, my Lady. You did well, as Queen. But without Aegon, you are only our consort.’’ You become teary-eyed. He took everything from you and you made him the second most powerful man in the realm, and how does he repay you for that?

Alicent smugly smiles, trying to hide it very well but her eyes shimmer with sadism. ‘’Perhaps the Queen can be removed from the small council and brought to her chambers? She should be resting this late into her pregnancy.’’ You huff, ignoring that statement.

She turns to her son for further support. ‘’Aemond, you are our King now. Decide what must be done with her.’’ What must be done with you? What will they even do, execute you?

You growl at Alicent. ‘’I carry your grandchild inside of me!’’

Alicent is unfazed or unbothered by your outcries only proving her points that you are not well because of your pregnancy. ‘’You tried to rob my other grandchildren of their birthright. You tried to outsmart me and you failed. Yield, Lady Brienne of house Beesbury.’’

Aemond Targaryen takes one look at you before nodding, turning his gaze anywhere but at you.

‘’Yes, I quite agree.’’

This is treason. ‘’Aemond,’’ you warn him with a stern glare. Aemond ignores you as the guards surround you. ‘’Aemond, I warn you.’’ You add. Aemond simply shrugs, ignoring you. As a naughty brat you are sent to your chambers. You spent the next few days alone in your rooms with maids to attend your every need. But you are not allowed to leave anymore. Not until your child is born. Finally on the 5th day, Aemond decides it's time for a visit.

He greets you with a respectful bow. You curtsy to him before walking over to him, and hitting him so hard across his face that you are convinced that for a moment, just a brief moment, the sight in his left eye came back. He hisses in pain and displeasure as you walk back to the chair you were sitting in, and sit yourself down. ‘’What do you want?’’ You demand.

He nervously folds his hands on his back. ‘’I’ve come to see you.’’ He speaks, as if he is your lover. You glare.

And then you ignore him. ‘’Oh. Am I allowed to give birth to my child or will you cut it out now that you are the king?’’ You remark.

He wrinkled his nose in pure disgust before faithfully kneeling by your side. ‘’I’m only the Prince regent. And that’s the stupidest sentence that ever left your lips.’’ He whispers. He gently lays a hand on your belly. ‘’No one, including myself, will take your child from you.’’

It breaks you, shatters you into dozens of little pieces. You break into sobs, clutching him tightly when begging to not be let go of. ‘’I’m so scared.’’

You whisper.

He tries to be as respectful as possible. ‘’I know. You are safe with me. The maester said it must be a few days before you give birth, so I’m off to attend some duties in the Riverlands. You’ll be left in their care.’’ How can you be safe with him if he’s flying to the fucking Riverlands?

You grab his hands. ‘’Please stay.’’

He coldly pushes your fingers away, almost as if your touch kills him. ‘’You know I can’t. But I will return to you.’’ He promises and for a moment you are frozen as his lips come closer and closer and finally leave a soft kiss on your hair. Aemond walks out of the room, and does not look back

The next morning, early, you awake from sharp pains in your stomach. You notice there is a puddle of water on your bed linen, together with blood. A sharp pain sends you into a cry, ending a long moan. Your baby is coming.

One of your ladies rushes in the moment she hears your cries, delighted. ‘’The Queen is giving birth! Fetch Maester Orwyle! She tells another lady, as you whirt and twist in agony and pain. The pain feels as if your child is ripping your insides to shreds. Two other ladies rush up to you, with linen and begin undressing you of your nightgown.

The wetnurses help you deliver your child, who comes into this world screaming, kicking and red faced. Your son comes into the cruel world, and you are so proud he is finally here, but mostly glad it is just over.

Your baby cries and is hushed to sleep. ‘’She is healthy, my Queen.’’ The wetnurse speaks as she dresses your child. You hear her words. That can’t be right.

‘’She?’’ You remark, beyond disappointed. The wetnurse holds your daughter, taking in your sullen expression. A she. A her. A daughter. It is a disappointment to you. An innocent baby has become a disappointment to you, because you have become a cold-blooded survivor. A girl like her will never sit the throne.

You laugh, a little deliriously as you are inspected by the worried Maester. ‘’Aegon was so excited for a son.’’ You mutter.

The wetnurse tries to hand you your baby but you refuse the child, especially when you see one set of clear blue eyes all too familiar to you looking back. Eyes that will never open. You refuse to hold your child. ‘’I don’t want to hold it.’’ You confess, stubbornly turning away from your only child.

‘’Put in the crib and be done with it.’’

Tears sting and threaten to fall. You are helped out of bed, before your linen is changed. You are given a new gown and change into it. You have failed Aegon. You will never have his son. He will never have his heir, and he will never rule this kingdom again. You are all sheep waiting to be slaughtered by Rhaenyra’s butchers. ‘’But my Queen, this is a cause of celebration…’’ The maester tries to cheer you up. You glare in his direction.

‘’There is nothing to celebrate. And I am not your queen. I’m no one’s. Not until our king wakes up.’’ After that you don’t speak a single word.

Slowly but surely, the wetnurses, the ladies that were ready to bestow you well wishes, everyone that came happily into your rooms, is turned to silence and leaves you alone. You close the curtains and lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling.

‘’Shut up.’’ You tell her. ‘’I don’t want anything to do with you.’’ You confess. The baby ignores you, crying loudly. You begin to cry as well. ‘’You were my last chance. You were my final hope to solve this madness.’’ You wordlessly mumble, rocking yourself as grief and despair take hold of you. You scream it out, kicking against the bed and hurting yourself in the process. ‘’Why gods?!’’ You take a swing at the vase at your bed stand where witherflowers are standing. Flowers Aegon gave you, the day your pregnancy was confirmed. The vase shatters as your soul, into dozens of tiny pieces.

The child keeps crying.

You let her cry.

Perhaps she won’t make it.

Finally, it becomes silent.

Peaceful almost.

A calm before the storm.

And yet you can’t sleep. Your mind wonders how your baby is doing. You stand up, your steps becoming quicker and quicker as you approach the sleeping baby. You pick her up, shake her until she opens her eyes. She looks at you, before breaking into a smile. You chuckle, despite your tears. You put her against your chest and start rocking the baby to sleep.

You saw her as a curse.

A plague.

But now you see her for who she is.

A blessing, a solution.

You kiss her head, where tiny silver hairs are growing. You walk to your favorite reading chair and sit down with her clutched to your chest, eagerly drinking by you. You smile at how easy it all goes. You’re a natural. Your mother wasn’t there for you when growing up. A fever took her. You hope that you will be there for your daughter. You want to be her friend, her mother, her guide and her counselor. You want your daughter to grow up and you want to cherish these moments. Your only regret is that Aegon is not here to see her.

You think long of a name for your princess, for your sweetest baby. You want to be her friend, yes. But she is a Targaryen. She has proved herself strong and clever already, but her name must be meaningful. It must hold importance to Aegon’s house, and sway Alicent. And just like that: You just know what to call her.

You kiss her head, putting her back in her crib as she gently sleeps. ‘’Sleep well, my Helaena.’’ You tell her, before putting the blanket around her body.

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The next time you awake, Helaena is crying loudly, alarming you. You sigh before grabbing your chamberobe and rushing over to her crib. But it's empty. You rush to the sitting room, perhaps she is there. When you open the door to the hall, you notice there are 6 beheaded men outside your room, clearly killed in combat.

You don’t think rational when you hear Helaena’s cry again, opening the door and rushing in. You see two men standing near the windows, one has Helaena in his big savage hands. The other holds an axe, big enough to cut a tree. You rush to them. ‘’Let her go! She is innocent. Queen Rhaenyra and me are friends.’’ You demand them, but at the same time you try to reason with them.

The tiny one scoffs. ‘’Queen Rhaenyra said that you became the enemy the moment you slept with Aegon.’’ You gawk at him, at a loss for words.

So you do the only thing you can think of. You plead. ‘’Please, she is my daughter. Perhaps my only child. She is the light of my life, do not snuff her out.’’ You beg. ‘’I didn’t kill Lucerys. I didn’t start this war! I’m a victim, just as Queen Rhaenyra. Take me hostage and I’ll prove it to you, but don’t kill her.’’ You beg.

The two hesitate, briefly. But that moment ends.

The one with the knife brings it to Helaena’s small chest, before stabbing it right through her flesh, causing blood to spray. You watch as your daughter is murdered.

Helaena lets out one final cry, before her cries die a miserable death just as she does. Your world crumbles to ashes right in front of you as you sink to your knees, and watch as the heart of your daughter is carved out of her chest. You begin to scream and sob at the same time, but you don’t bother to run anymore. They can have you, if they must.

One of the killers moves his bloodied knife to your neck. ‘’Don’t worry lassy. There is someone upstairs taking care of your sick king. You will be with your daughter and your king soon.’’ They sent an assassin after Aegon too. At least he will be free from this misery soon. At least you will be free of this misery soon.

Until the door is opened and several armed men of the King’s guard enter the room. You are tossed in their path as a blockade before the two leave, taking your daughter’s heart with them. Your daughter remains on the ground in a puddle of her own blood. Ser Criston is the first to notice you both. ‘’Gods, it’s the Queen!’ He rushes to your side, helping you stand and quickly checks if you are unhurt. ‘’My lady, your grace? Are you unharmed?’’ You laugh, before bursting into tears, pointing at Helaena.

‘’My heart is…it’s broken.’’ You mutter, as your hands start to shake violently. You have trouble seeing as dots and worms dance over your vision, blinding you almost. Ser Criston grabs you by your hips, lifting you over his shoulders and carries you out of the room.

‘’My child…’’ You protest but Cole does not care. He carries you to the throne room, where Aemond is waiting for you. The moment he sees you, covered in blood he mutters something to the gods, likely a thank you. He rushes to you, grabbing you by your hips before holding you so tightly that you cannot breath. But you doubt that has much to do with his hug.

‘’Ser Criston. Thank you. I assume the Prince is safe too?’’ He asks. Prince. He didn’t hear. He came so early from the Riverlands too, he must have heard it and came as fast as he could.

Ser Arryk returns, carrying the body of your daughter, her body in a fresh new gown, hiding the fact that she was murdered. Arryk puts the child before your feet, as Aemond’s confused smile becomes a horrible ugly scowl, as he takes deep breaths. ‘’Who was responsible for this?’’ He demands. Arryk shakes his head.

You can’t believe this stupidity.

‘’Who do you think? Who has it always been?’’ You grit out. ‘’Your sister. That whore at Dragonstone, that Maegor with Tits!’’ The surrounding nobles take notice of you saying this but you don’t care anymore. You know it is Rhaenyra, they confirmed it yourself.

You’ll never get to see Helaena grow up, or to teach her how to sing. She’ll never fly a dragon, hold her first ball or meet the love of her life. She was robbed of it all by Rhaenyra.

Another guard drags in the two assassins, now in chains and severely beaten. ‘’The assassins have been captured.’’ He tells Aemond. Another beheaded man is brought before the prince regent as well. ‘’This scum tried to kill the King. He didn't make it very far.’’ The guard dryly comments. You nod, studying the head of the man.

You see the man that killed your daughter. You take a dagger from Aemond’s belt, before rushing at him, and slashing the assassin’s left eye open. Blood comes pouring out when he screams, but you don’t stop just yet. You drive the dagger deeply into the socket, causing the eye to completely be ruined. Then, you twist it. You rip the shirt from his chest. You make an outline with the dagger where his heart should be. ‘’May the gods have mercy on your Queen. She came for my daughter’s heart, I will send her yours in return.’’ You vow. You drag the knife deep in his skin as if he is a tree and your knife is an axe. You drop your knife before taking his own, and you carve his heart out when he still lives, cutting loose the bloodied organ. When you are finished, your hands are drained in blood and the man has fallen to his knees, dead. You give the heart to one of your ladies maids. ‘’Give it to the Dragons. It is time they start learning to eat traitors.’’ Aemond watches, a fascinated smirk on his lips.

You do feel tired, and let him kill the other assassin with an unexpected but swift slash of his sword that ends in a simple beheading. You pick up your daughter’s still warm corpse and force her to sit on your lap, holding her tightly, feeling the hole where her heart used to be.

Aemond speaks to you when all the others have left, but four guards remain to protect you both. ‘’Your son uhm…’’ He stutters, a bit uncomfortable.

You break into a tearful smile. ‘’It was a girl, Aemond. She had the most beautiful smile I ever saw. Her eyes were like Aegons, bright and blue. They were ever so bright, even when they cut her heart out of her chest.’’ Aemond boils with rage next to you. ‘’I named her Helaena, after my best friend, your shared sister.’’ You tell him. He does not even listen. He walks to the doors and two guards follow him, before he disappears leaving you alone with your child.

You prepare Helaena later for her meeting with the Gods. You wrap and prepare her for her cremation, as is custom. You go to bed, sleeping in Aemond’s olds rooms, the rooms where all of this once started. The guards are in your room now, otherwise you won’t be able to find rest. And you still can’t find rest. Your soul is broken, your heart bleeds and your life looks bleak and meaningless.

You even think of ending it all.

You have suffered and endured enough.

You have been tortured enough.

But something tells you to remain. So you do.

Something inside of you is not done yet. Something wants to continue despite your suffering, despite your heartbreak and despite the fact that you know it can all end in war any moment now.

Months pass without much improvement of your mental health, beside that. You don’t feel happy, you feel fine, but also empty. You feel that Helaena left a void that nothing can fulfill. You are still awake when Aemond comes to you, in one morning. ‘’My queen.’’ He greets you, formally. You don’t look up to meet his eye. You don’t look up for anything anymore. ‘’My regency has ended.’’ That can only mean one thing. Aegon has been declared dead.

Aemond breaks into a broad smile and you feel hope for the first time in months. ‘’Your grace, it is a miracle. Bless the gods, for he woke up.’’

You are let into Aegon’s chambers, and you are confronted with your husband, sitting in his bed, alive. His eyes are open and you are confronted with the loss of your child. His lips break into a smile when he sees you approaching. ‘’There is my queen.’’ He tells you with a sweet smile. He looks at your stomach and bends his head slightly. You silently sit by his side, just taking him in.

Aemond and the other attendees leave, giving you both rest and privacy. You gently embrace your husband, burying yourself into his sweet safe embrace. He hugs you back, smiling. ‘’I am back. I won’t go easily.’’ He jests. You have the awful suspicious feeling that he doesn't know what has happened yet.

He sees your smile and caresses your face before kissing your stiff frozen lips and whispering in your ear. ‘’Now where is my heir? Where is my son?’’

a/n:

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hopelesstaemintic · 1 year

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The Promise of Spring (Ao3versary requests 3)

Better late than never! I actually finished this Friday but real life got in the way here it is lovely readers of tumblr. The schedule is out the window but I hope the fact that this fic is a whopping 6,800+ words more than makes up for it.

Thank you so much @calee231 for the prompt of Jeno, light angst and bento boxes. I hope this makes you as giddy as it made me when writing it. (I think my bias is showing).

Details, tags, preview and link to full fic are all below as usual.

Status

complete (17/03/23), 6,887 words, one chapter.

Summary

Jeno has invited you over to make food for the annual company cherry blossom viewing party. You reluctantly agree as you are busy trying to ignore some overly friendly feelings you have for him. A moment in the kitchen leads to some internal agonising that your friends do their best to help you resolve.

Relationships

Jeno/female reader

Tags

f/m, female reader, older woman/younger man, friends to lovers, smutty-fluff, cooking, picnics, sakura, oral sex, vaginal sex, snogging, making out, burnt eggs, Haechan is wrong, inexperienced Jeno, light angst.

Link to full work

Preview

"Simple, yes?"

Jeno nods like a puppy who knows he should respond but doesn't know why.

"You weren't listening were you? Look, when I said I'd come over and help you cook for the picnic I didn't mean I would just do everything for you."

"Sorry, Noona. I'm trying. Can you show me how to roll the kimbap again?" Jeno brushes his fringe out of his eyes and yawns so wide you wonder if he is going to dislocate his jaw.

"Late night?"

"Yeah, we didn't finish practice till 3:00"

You look over at the mishapen mound of rice and seaweed that is Jeno's first attempt and decide to take pity on him. "Fine, but pay attention. I still need to pop home to change and we haven't even got started on the geran mari."

Jeno just nods sleepily and turns to watch you as you place a fresh piece of seaweed on your rolling mat and start spreading on the cooked rice. You are about to start layering in the filling when he moves behind you and places his chin on your shoulder.

"yah… I'm not a pillow."

Your protest is half-hearted and Jeno ignores it. Instead of moving away he wraps his arms around your waist and leans his body into your back.

"I can see better like this, plus I'm cold."

"So I'm a heater now?"

Jeno just hums in agreement and squeezes you a little tighter. Despite his claims he feels warm against you. He smells good, like fresh laundry, making you think of bare skin and cotton sheets and half-asleep kisses and you wonder idly if he would still hug you like this if he knew you'd thought about touching him a thousand times. If he knew that the woman he treated like a big sister dreamt of tugging off his clothes. You take a deep breath and internally shake off thoughts of being under him so you can focus on the task in hand without giving yourself away. He'd asked you, his friend, to help him with this and you were going to help. That's what friends do. Friends.

For two people from fairly different worlds, born over ten years apart, you've become closer than anyone would predict. Things had been comfortable from the moment you'd been introduced, a year ago almost to the day. You'd been at a loose end when your school friend, Donghae, had invited you to the cherry blossom viewing with a few people from his work. As if hanging out with artists from one of the largest entertainment companies in South Korea was a completely normal thing. At first you were nervous about meeting celebrities, but when Jeno sat next to you, ate your food, and then immediately declared you had to come to every company picnic, the anxiety quickly wore off. Perhaps he'd been told to look out for you by Donghae, they'd long been closer than brothers, but regardless of the reason Jeno had made an effort to get to know you from the start. You met a lot of cool people that day, some you'd kept in touch with and some you hadn't, but Jeno had become a permanent fixture.

There are lots of simple reasons for this. Initially you'd liked his quiet sense of humour, his thoughtfulness, and his straightforward nature. He's easy to read and you hate having to guess if others are in a bad mood. The two of you have similar taste in movies and food. You both hate oysters and like to nerd out over cars. You both like cats. In the early days your shared friendship with Donghae meant you'd had an uncomplicated reason to keep hanging out, nobody questioning when the three of your would meet for dinner. After dinner number five Donghae had bailed last minute and you'd ended up watching a movie just the two of you at your place. Now it isn't weird that Jeno calls you up when he wants advice, or that you come over to the dorm occasionally to have a drink after work. The other boys are used to you. You are just Noona. Just a woman who happens to be Jeno's friend. That's all it it is.

So when Jeno had asked you to help him make a lunch box for this year's picnic your answer had been simple. Of course you would. You hadn't asked who it was for and your were ignoring the irritable little gremlin that surfaced in your stomach every time you contemplated possible answers. He can date who he likes. Friends can date other people. You are friends. Except when he crosses that line and holds you, when you can feel his long black hair tickling your cheek and his heartbeat through your back. In fact, when he does what he is doing in this exact moment you don't feel like friends. It feels like…

"Okay, ice-man. I think you are warm enough now." You squirm out of Jeno's grip before you can follow that last thought through to its conclusion, "You finish making the kimbap and I'll get started on the eggs."

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larabiatasstuff · 5 months

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Part three🖤

Sweet Tooth looked in his direction but I held him back before he could do something."Y/N what..." "It's okay Sweet Tooth, I... I have to close this chapter of my past myself,so we can focus on our future. Trust me." he nodded and I walked over to Nick who was bleeding badly from his nose and mouth, his face completely swollen . He gave me a crooked smile. "I... I knew you'd come back precious... I knew you wouldn't leave me behind." he looked pathetic. "You're wrong Nick, I'm not coming back to you... I just wanted you to look in my face for the last time before you're going to hell." he let out a deadened laugh. "You're not going to kill me Y/N you don't have it in you..." again a gush of blood came out of his mouth. I grabbed him by his hair and looked directly into his eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of Nick, you never knew the real me." with that I slammed his head down and his throat landed on the last few glass shards sticking up in the frame of the windshield. His eyes went wide before they were rolling back in his head. I turned away from him making my way back to Sweet Tooth." Are you okay? " he asked taking my hand. "I'm more than okay Sweet Tooth, let's just go please! " he gave my hand a squeeze and we started walking towards John, Quiet, Miranda, Stu and Tinker who were waiting for us at their cars when suddenly a huge explosion was heard behind us. I was about to look but Sweet Tooth put a hand on my cheek" Don't turn around Y/N we're not looking back. " I gave him a warm smile and nodded. You're right, we're not looking back." he put his arm around my shoulders pulling me close to his side. "." Damn girl you look like a cotton ball. " John said laughing with tears welling in his eyes." Yeah, you know I missed your stupid jokes Doe. You have no idea how much I missed all of you . I thought I would never see you again and I can't describe how grateful I am that you came back for me. " " Of course, you're the only one who understands the trouble that idiot gives me. Also you're a really good friend to me Y/N. " Quiet said hugging me tightly." Stone? " I asked hugging her back." That piece of shit is bleeding out somewhere. Nick? " " Gone... he's dead and gone. We're free now Quiet and I bet your brother is proud of you. " " Okay before I'm starting to cry too, I would say we're heading back to the base and celebrate that sweetie and the big guy are back together again. But first I wanna thank you Y/N. I know you did that mostly for him but you did that also to protect us. We can never make it up to you for that." " There' s no need for that I would do it again without hesitation. " " Alright let's head back to the base umm Stu you're coming with us, give our lovebirds a little privacy. " Quiet said before everyone got in their cars. It felt amazing to be back in the truck, right where I belonged." John's not right. " Sweet Tooth said starting the engine" What do you mean? " " You don't look like a cotton ball."." Oh what do I look like then? " " You look... different. Not like my Y/N. I mean you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen but I prefer you in your clothes." "Well I have to get new clothes but I can't wait to get out of this dress either. Sweet Tooth do you really think I'm beautiful? "." Of course , I have many things to say about you Y/N , many things that I held back when we were traveling together but when you were gone I realized how much I wanted you to know how I feel about you, how much I wanted to tell you that I wasn't complete without you , but it was too late.That will never happen again I promise. I will protect you, no one will ever take you away from me again. No one. " " We have all the time in the world now Sweet Tooth and I'm sorry that I lied to you. I said I wouldn't leave but... "" That doesn't matter anymore , Quiet explained why you did it. I was angry and disappointed but you did it to save me,so it wasn't really a lie. Let's forget about it Y/N, you're here by my side that's all that matters. " I smiled " Yes, that's all that matters. "

Part four🖤

#sweet tooth x reader #sweet tooth #twisted metal #samoa joe #slow burn

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cloudy-encanto · 2 years

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Encantober day 28 🦋✨ only 3 days left

Sending you so much love today 🌈💕

Prompt: Transformation

Excerpt:

Pepa sat in the long grass with Felix, back to his chest as Felix braided her long hair. They watched Alma showing their boys something in the tree, sun shining over them.

"They stay in these cocoons most of their life." Alma explained, holding Antonio close to the branch so he could see. Camilo stood beside Abuela, watching with bright eyes.

"They don't know if life is going to get any better than that." Alma told them. "If they're going to get any better. They just live each day in the dark, even when most of the time it doesn't feel like they're living at all." She sighed, glancing down at Camilo with a smile, rubbing his hair. "But then one day, they come out again, and see the world again. And when that happens, they transform into something new. A better version of themselves. And this time, they fly."

"Mama, if you are talking about yourself," Pepa called out, "I will come over there and squash that bug."

Felix hugged Pepa tight, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Pepa turned to him with a grin.

Alma frowned at Pepa. "I was talking about the family."

Pepa gave her an unapologetic shrug, attention on Felix now.

"So cheeky." Felix chuckled, kissing Pepa as she pushed him down onto the grass, playfully climbing on top.

"Hm. I have to be." Pepa explained, long fingers gently stroking Felix's chest. "Mama is like a big plant. You have to trim her down, otherwise she will become tough and unruly."

"You have always been good with the crops." He smiled, and Pepa rolled her eyes in agreement. Felix spoke quieter this time. "And how is that crop treating you? Are you okay?”

Pepa smiled, giving him a quick kiss as she leaned closer, her own voice quiet too.

"Ay, but Mama is no crop." Pepa muttered. "She is a strangler fig. Smothering tight, squeezing life from the other trees."

Felix searched her eyes in concern. He knew Pepa loved her Mama and they had both worked hard to repair their relationship over the years, but Felix worried for Pepa.

"So what will you do?" Felix asked quietly.

Pepa glanced over at Mama, then turned back to Felix with a smile. "I continue to grow." She gave him a cheeky grin. "To spite her."

Felix chuckled, fingers tracing along her back. "And what plant are you, amor? A sunflower?"

Pepa laughed. "I am Pepper."

Felix grinned at Pepa, loving the way the sun shone golden against her hair. He ran fingers through it and she smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

Alma glanced over, but seeing her daughter busy she quickly turned away again. Dios.

"That's a caterpillar, Tonito." Camilo encouraged his little brother. "Can you say it?"

"Capap." Antonio laughed, and so did Camilo, while Alma watched them with an adoring expression.

Antonio had changed their lives for the better, his sweet disposition making the sun shine for Pepa, and the candle burn brighter. Antonio had brought hope to their family.

"Put out your hands." Alma told Camilo, sun shining as she gently lifted a caterpillar from the branch to place in his palm. Camilo's eyes were bright as he watched.

"They're like me, Abuela." Camilo told her. "I can transform too."

"That's right, mi vida." Alma's eyes were warm with love. "You do. And you transform our lives for the better."

Camilo gently returned the caterpillar to the branch, then came over, hugging Abuela.

#encanto #encantober #alma madrigal #daily prompt #transformation #encanto fandom event #october 2022 #fanfic #pepa my beloved #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa x felix #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal

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[🧸] Fireworks and Anxiety (Childe / Kaveh)

In which the reader has anxiety over fireworks and any explosive sounds. Now that everyone is welcoming the new calendar year, people started to get festive and set off fireworks as part of the ceremony.

But of course, your beloved won’t let you suffer from your dilemma.

Starring : Childe, Kaveh (Separate); Teucer (Minor / Mention)

Tags / Warnings : 🧸 [Comfort] Mentions of guns and explosives; Implications of anxiety and/or trauma related to the sounds of fireworks (trauma could be from gunshots / explosives / accident related to fireworks / etc); A bit of a grotesque imagery; Actually… It’s like an auditory anxiety; The Genshin hubbies comfort me you through various means❤️; These are short scenarios only though 🥺; No beta readers so I'm sorry for grammatical / spelling mistakes; Stray cuss words; Getting sleepy...; As per usual… Petnames (if it bothers you); Mentions of Childe's real name (Childe = Ajax)

Links : Pinned Post, Fireworks and Anxiety(Albedo/Alhaitham), Moral Support (Albedo)

Target audience is gender neutral

To whoever is reading, I hope you are doing well and please enjoy.

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🐇 Childe

Staying in a house with kids for the holidays, you trained well to refrain yourself from blurting out any cuss words. After all, you didn't want your boyfriend's family to have a bad impression on you. The first few days were fine until the last day of the calendar year came and people started to set-off fireworks.

"Shit...!" from the sound of another firework, you squeaked as the image of a flying humanoid ruin machine firing missiles at you haunted your mind.

Just a few months ago, your innards and flesh nearly scattered everywhere from being hit by exploding projectiles of an unsuspecting machine. Had you known the supposed immobile flying automation was still active, you wouldn't have approached it out of curiosity. It was a good thing you were skilled enough to dodge the explosives that your boyfriend was able to find you alive before he shot down the pesky robot.

"That's a bad word!" Teucer scolded you while giggling at your naughty behavior.

"Teucer, you know big [brother / sister] doesn't like fireworks so they would sometimes accidentally say some bad words. You'll have to forgive them if they say some bad words," Ajax gently explained to Teucer in your defense.

"Ahahaha...sorry, Teucer. It won't happen again, I promise," trying to sound unbothered by the booming sounds of fireworks, your laugh came out dryly as you replied to your boyfriend's little brother. To this, Teucer pouted but gave an approving nod anyway.

Fear and stress were written in your face and from this, Teucer understood your predicament. Wanting to be helpful, he squeezed himself between you and your lover to give you a big warm embrace.

"Aw... Big [brother / sister], are you afraid of fireworks? Fireworks are loud but they're not scary. Big brother told me it's safe as long as you're far away from where people are setting them off! They are very colorful and pretty in the sky!" Teucer cheerfully explained in an attempt to give you an objective point of view.

"Yes, I'm sure. In Inazuma, we have a friend whose job is to make fireworks. She can make various designs and also pretty colors too," you replied, the tone of your voice soft from the panic still coursing through your veins.

The wholesome conversation with the young lad paired with his friendly hug helped ground you as it distracted you from the loud noises. Ajax smiled from seeing how you and Teucer acted kindly towards each other and from there, he knew you were calming down.

After a few hours, most of the people decided to hit the sack and that included Ajax's siblings. Even then there were one or two fireworks setting off every ten minutes and with Teucer soundly asleep in his bedroom, you were back to your skittish self.

"Hey... It's okay, sweetheart...," Ajax cooed as he snuggled with you on his king-size bed.

"Heh... Hehe... Darn it... I feel pathetic...," you sighed in defeat, laughing dryly as you lost control of your emotions and thoughts once again.

"No, you're not. Everybody is afraid of something. There's nothing to be ashamed of it," Ajax replied softly while caressing your hair.

"Yeah, but I wasn't like this, Ajax. I wasn't afraid of fireworks until that - that thing attacked...!" you whined as uncontrollable tears streamed down your face from the image of a ruin hunter preying on poor you.

"You're safe, my sweet. It's what matters," was all Ajax could answer.

You and your lover remained in a silent cuddle. No words were exchanged between you two yet your hearts shared the same rhythm as you found yourself at peace from his loving and secure arms.

"Hey... You said everybody's afraid of something but I don't think you're afraid of anything at all," you remarked, finding your boyfriend's courage to be admirable.

"I am afraid of something," Ajax replied with a chuckle.

"Really?" with big curious eyes, you asked.

"Yeah," Ajax answered as he brought his lips close to your ears. With every phrase, he peppered your face with kisses, "I'm scared... I'm scared of losing the ones I love and I'll do everything to protect my family."

In a tender touch, he tilted your head so your eyes met his blue ones.

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"That includes you, [Your name]. You're my future family."

With that, Ajax gave you a tender goodnight kiss on the lips.

🐇 Kaveh

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"You're shaking...," Kaveh remarked as he felt your body tremble from the fireworks that set off from afar.

"Am I...? It's... It's just cold...," you answered sheepishly, hoping your boyfriend would accept the silly excuse you just uttered.

The sky brightened once more with vibrant colors before another explosive sound echoed from the night sky. It would have been a romantic date for you and Kaveh if only you weren't afraid of the fireworks noises.

'No one's going to get hurt. No one's going to get hurt,' you kept telling yourself to hide your anxiety but by now, Kaveh already figured out what was going on with you.

"I'm sorry. I think we should return home now," concerned Kaveh suggested.

You could see your beloved getting anxious as well and you wish you could calm down at the snap of a finger so your boyfriend wouldn't fret over you. Sadly, you found yourself agitating over another set of fireworks that lit the dark sky.

"Is it the sound that's making you feel scared?" still concerned, Kaveh asked as he found you unable to respond to any of his previous statements from fear.

You bit your lips in distress. It wouldn't have mattered to you if you were the only one suffering from anxiety. But seeing your sweet Kaveh panic over your condition made you feel bad for being afraid of something aesthetically pleasing just because of a measly noise.

"Yeah... I don't like hearing fireworks...," you admitted meekly, feeling pathetic from having such a stupid fear. "Don't get me wrong! I - I love watching fireworks. It's just the noise that bothers me..."

From the way you spoke, Kaveh noticed the self-degrading thoughts flooding your mind and he opted to distract you from them.

"So, you think the fireworks are pretty?" Kaveh confirmed, hugging you in a warm embrace to help calm your nerves.

"Yeah, I do but - eep!"

Kaveh used your hands to cover your ears as he guided you back to the house. You couldn't help but feel disappointed in yourself for ruining a perfect date with your beloved Kaveh. If you didn't have that stupid fear of fireworks noises, you and Kaveh would be having a great time outside.

You sat on the sofa defeated. Despite Kaveh's kind words and insistence, you felt miserable for being such a killjoy. Staring blankly on the floor, you wondered if Kaveh would still want to date you after what happened tonight.

"Surprise~" Kaveh said as he placed something over your ears.

"Huh?" you squeaked, realizing how majority of the noises were muted out by the device. Your lips curl into a smile knowing the sounds of the fireworks won't bother you anymore.

"They're noise canceling earpieces similar to the ones Alhaitham uses. Oh wait, can you hear me?" Kaveh asked.

You couldn't clearly hear what Kaveh said but you could make them out from how his lips moved. In response, you shook your head a 'no' as you figured he was asking if you heard him.

"Really? That's good! That way, you would be able to enjoy the fireworks without worrying over the sound! Although I think it's not safe if you can't hear anything near your vicinity. You still need to be careful and alert always so muting everything isn't really a good idea," Kaveh blabbered.

You simply smiled at Kaveh, not hearing exactly what he was going on about but based on his expression, he seems to be warning you about the earpieces.

"Oops. I forgot you couldn't hear me. I love you," Kaveh said.

"I love you too," you replied.

"Huh?? Wait! I thought you couldn't hear me??" unbelieving, Kaveh asked curiously.

"I couldn't. But I felt you were telling me you loved me so I told you I loved you too," you answered the flabbergasted Kaveh with a chuckle.

"Ah. That makes sense," Kaveh replied before pecking your cheeks. "Now, why don't we enjoy the evening and watch the fireworks? We can grab some more grub while walking around the area. If you still feel like the noise is too much, we can just stay in bed and cuddle," Kaveh suggested.

"Anywhere is fine as long as I'm with you."

Kaveh smiled before wrapping you in a warm embrace followed by a loving kiss.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have a pineapple 🍍.

Are there still people setting off fireworks where I live? Yes. Yes, there are.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin childe #genshin kaveh #childe comfort #kaveh comfort #RinaPyon Uploads

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Main 3, Sheriff - Comforting their lil sister

CW: Descriptions of violence during Sheriff's section

Hank

This big brute gets rather gentle when his little sister is around. You can do no harm in his eyes, and he will fight for you, he’ll even fight his own team mates. No one, and he means fucking no one makes his sister cry and gets to walk away afterwards.

He isn’t very good at comfort or physical affection, but he will pick you up and hold you close if you’re crying, he can’t find the words to make things better but hopes the affection itself is enough to calm you down. With his muscles, you still weigh almost nothing to him so he does this with ease. It reminds him of when you were just a baby.

Giving Deimos and Sanford a certain look, the two make themselves scarce as he plops you on the couch, telling you “Stay put. I will be back.” As you sit curled up with your knees against your chest, a blanket is draped over you and Hank gives you your favourite stuffed animal. Again he leaves for a moment, coming back with a mug of hot chocolate to sooth the soul.

He’ll put on your favourite movie, sitting next to you and draping one of his arms around your tiny frame. His mind is rattling, he’s waiting for you to explain why you are upset, so he can split some skulls or otherwise destroy what’s making you this way. If you don’t speak up he’ll relent and just ask.

“Wanna… Talk about it?” If someone has done something to upset you, he’ll destroy them. If you’re just feeling bad, he’ll squeeze you in a tight hug and tell you its okay to be sad sometimes, and that he’ll always be here for you when you need a shoulder to cry on.

2BDamned later finds you leaning into Hank’s side, both of you fast asleep and he stifles a laugh. Yes he is snapping a picture of this, yes he is going to keep it in his scrapbook.

Sanford

You let out a cry as you jolt up in bed, another nightmare of terrible things, memories projecting themselves without restrictions during your most vulnerable state. Tears stream down your cheeks as you curl into the fetal position and try and gain some sense of reality again.

Eventually you roll out of bed and decided to seek comfort from your big brother, shuffling down the silent halls to his bedroom and knocking on the door lightly. He’s groggy when he answers, but his attitude snaps in an instant and he’s leaning down to you level, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away the tears.

Ford has always been less of a big brother and more of a father figure, always there to support you, helping you grow to into a successful person despite the hell-scape you currently live in. “Hey princess, it’s okay,” He still sounds tired as hell, stepping back to his full height he pushes his door open, hand resting on your back and guiding you into his room.

You sit on his bunk and rub your cheeks, still the tears fall and you sniffle. “You’re alright,” The bunk sinks as he sits next to you, warm arms tightly embracing your much smaller form. “I’ve got you. Let it out sweetheart.” He doesn’t let go until you stop yourself, then and only then pulling back and looking at your face, brushing the tears away again.

Explaining your nightmare to him, he nods all the while, interjecting that, “No, I am not going anywhere, and I’ll never let anyone hurt you. They’ll never get a damn chance.” He wraps you tightly in his blanket and kisses the top of your head. “You wanna sleep next to me tonight?” Admittedly its a little embarrassing, but you nod eagerly and lay down. He turns his bedside lamp off and lays next to you. “Wake me up if it happens again princess.”

Deimos

Despite having at least a good decade over your age, Deimos can be just as childlike, sometimes even more so. Any chance he gets, he’s trying to make you smile and laugh, he lives for it. And when you’re sad, it pains him, and he tries even harder to bring back that smile he loves.

One day you approach him while he’s enjoying a cigarette, exhaling he turns to greet you before realising you’re sniffling. “Whoa whoa whoa,” He tosses the cigarette down and pull you into a hug. “What’s wrong baby? C'mon, what’s with the waterworks?” He shushes you over and over, hoping his voice and embrace can quell your pain.

Calming down a little, you explain that you’re just very overwhelmed at the moment, it all hit you at once and you just crumbled. He feels terrible for not noticing sooner and he runs his fingers through your hair. “Hey it’s alright. We can’t always be on top form all the time. You wanna go for a drive with me? We can swing by Gil’s and the bakery, grab some comfort food and chill.”

The wind whips your face as you fly down the road, windows down, music cranked up high. Drives with big bro Dei are the best, he speeds quickly, but has dexterity to avoid the potholes lining the road now and then. It’s super rare when its just the two of you, you’re usually third wheeling him and Sanford, and sure Ford is a swell guy, but sometimes you just wanna chill with your sibling.

He’ll splash the cash now, buying you whatever you want from Gil’s and then the bakery, even if it’s a giant slice of cake that’s going to destroy his cigarette fund money, but he can deal with it. It’s always worth it, just to see you smile again.

Sheriff

Running a town makes him a busy man, he doesn’t have much time between his duties and sleeping. He doesn’t leave you unattended of course, that’d just be stupid on his part, but having a couple MERCs around isn’t really a good replacement for him.

Any time you ask him to spend some time with you, it’s always “Sorry darlin’, I’m busy, but later, okay?” or “Soon darlin’,” or “Tomorrow, for sure.” But it rarely comes. He’s got a lot on his shoulders, so many depending on him, but he doesn’t realise he’s neglecting the one who needs him the most.

And one fateful day, Hank and his buddies pounce on the town. You’re sitting in an office swivel chair, scribbling and writing whatever comes to mind, when shots ring out in the building. “Get under the desk, don’t move or speak until we come and get you.” One of your guards says, grabbing his gun and heading out with his partner. You obey without question, you know your brother is wanted for something, someone is always hunting for his head.

The gunfire gets closer, you squeeze your eyes shut as tears silently roll down your face. You don’t want to imagine whats going on out there and-The door burst open with force, your hands clamp over your mouth and your breath catches in your throat. “This ones empty,” Comes a husky voice, no doubt a hardened smoker. “He can’t have gone far. We’ll find the bastard.” Replies a snarly, harsh voice. Whoever the duo were, they seemed to be leaving.

You sit under the desk for Maker knows how long, thinking over and over how they would come back and find you, destroy you like everyone else in their path. Quick feet come stomping down the hall, multiple pairs, oh they’re back to finish the job-

“DARLIN’?!” It’s Sheriff and he’s hysterical, voice shaking and cracking. “I’m here.” You meekly call, crawling out from your hiding spot. “Oh Maker’s joy, you’re alive. I’m so sorry darlin’, I didn’t know those freakshows would be showin’ their faces around ‘ere or I’d have gotten you somewhere safe. Oh darlin’ I’m so sorry,” He clings to you tightly, tears streaming down his face.

“I thought I lost you darlin’, I thought I fuckin’ lost you.” Despite being a weak man, he finds the strength to lift you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Close yer eyes. Y'don’t need to see this.” You bury your face into his shoulder, cringing as you hear him stepping in blood and feel him shifting over bodies. He whispers softly to you. “Jus’ don’t look,”

He takes you home, amazingly untouched by your trespassers, and it’s on full lockdown. “Take care of the mess,” He orders Jebus, who simply nods and leaves with a couple MERCs. He takes you straight to your room, wrapping you up like a burrito with several blankets. “I ain’t gon’ give those assholes another chance to get near you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for y’ darlin’. You must be terrified.”

Pulling you close again, he lets out a shaky breath before he begins humming softly to you, like he used to to when you were just knee high. “Nothin’s gon’ harm you, not while I’m around. Demons are prowlin’ around nowadays, I’ll send 'em howlin’, I don’t care. I got ways. No one’s gonna hurt you, no one’s gonna dare.”

He ruffles your hair all the while, and vows to himself to not abandon your side for a good long while. It’s a hard balancing act, but the fear of losing you tears his mind to shreds. Sheriff is going to shower you in goods and treasures, and while he doesn’t want to, he’s going to teach you to fight and survive in the world, starting with getting you your own set of armour and gun.

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