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#i am never over this (she will echo the same gentleness with him later on after severing the connection when there are no more
gracesimp · 1 year
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imagine a fic of 14 seeing the reader (they traveled together when the doctor was 10 and one day the doctor just never came back for the reader) and then idk write whatever you feel like lol but ugh i AM SO EXCITED FOR TENNANT BEING BACK 😭
Same face, new man?
tenth doctor x fem!reader, fourteenth doctor x fem!reader.
SUMMARY: Y/n had been abandoned by the doctor. How will she react when he shows up again years later, looking and acting the same but so very different?
this was a little tricky because obviously we don't know much about 14, so I hope this was okay! :)
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Y/n had always known that the Doctor was head over heels for Rose. She was there, in the corner, watching as they'd exchange adoring glances or giggle between themselves at some inside joke they had decided Y/n wasn't worthy of understanding.
And Y/n just watched.
Her mind was in two. Half of it would scold her, screaming at her that she was worth better. That she shouldn't have to be content with being shoved away by the pair constantly.
The other half yelled louder. It would remind her that she would never get an opportunity like this ever again. Seeing so many sights, stars and planets. Creatures even her vivid imagination would fail to create.
And most importantly, it reminded her that she would never be loved. Not by him. Even if there was no blond Tyler on board, he still, and never would, choose her.
So she stayed.
She'd smile bright on the rare occasion the Doctor or Rose would acknowledge her, and she'd muffle her cries in her bedroom at night. And she would justify it to herself. Just a small price to pay for travelling the worlds. She should be grateful, right?
But then, disaster struck. Rose Tyler was trapped in a parallel world. The Doctor and Rose said their parting words, Rose declaring her love for him. Which he knew.
"Rose Tyler," he said, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. Y/n was there, like she always was, in the corner. The imagine of Rose began to fade away as the Doctor remained still. Frozen.
Reluctantly, Y/n took a step forward, just in time to see him mouth his unspoken words, tears dripping down his cheeks.
"Oh, Doctor." She whispered, unsure of how to approach. "I'm so sorry."
Instead of responding, he wiped away his tears and brushed past her, footsteps echoing down the long corridor, leaving Y/n stood alone in the dimmed console room.
//
As time passed, Y/n and the Doctor began getting close. She offered the Doctor comfort. A reminder. And he was all too happy to accept.
Though she knew, deep down in the back of her mind, he only looked at her because she was there. Because she acted similar and shared the same views as Rose.
But she never said anything, for at least now, he was looking at her.
//
Years flew by and the Doctor was no longer grieving. He was back to the man he was when Y/n had met him. Slowly, the Doctor found himself learning how to love again. This time, his affections were for Y/n.
After all, how could he not fall for her?
She was his shoulder to cry on. His best friend. His soulmate.
And now, she was his.
Y/n couldn't deny the insecurities working their way through her body when Rose suddenly reappeared.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Donna asked, tenuous smile playing on her lips as she drifted her gaze to Y/n nervously.
The doctor moved to look over his shoulder, Y/n following suit. His eyes filled with disbelief and a fragment of heartbreak while his lips parted in shock.He could feel his hearts begin to pound in his chest as he removed his hold from Y/n's hand, taking in the sight of a smiling Rose Tyler.
He took a couple of small steps, before breaking out into a sprint, rushing to Rose.
And Y/n watched.
She just watched as the two ran to each other, leaving her standing unsurely, fiddling with the engagement ring that donned her finger.
Donna sent her a sympathetic glance, reaching over and offering her a gentle shoulder squeeze when she sighed heavily.
Contrary to her instincts, Y/n never said a word about the Doctor and Rose's continous physical contact. After all,they had been ripped apart from each other for years. She should be more understanding. Besdies, she placed all of her trust into the Doctor. He would never intentially hurt her - he had reassured her of that on multiple separate occasions.
Y/n supposed that it was just bittersweet. Of course he needed to bond with his lost friend. Though the replacement of her hand for Rose's in his flooded her with pain and a smidge of resentment.
//
Eventually, after reuniting with tons of lost friends, the gang had defeated the daleks. Celebrations were shared in the tardis, everyone laughing and smiling in triumph.
The doctor had began dropping everyone off at their destinations, walking Martha, Jack and Mickey out the door.
Y/n looked up from working on the console, smiling at tentoo as they shared brief eye contact, only for her smile to fall when he looked back with solace.
Her brows furrowed as she turned her head to look at the Doctor-Donna, who had already been staring at her with the same expression.
Before she could question it, the Doctor popped his head around the door, beckoning his fiancé to join him. She complied, regaining her contagious smile as she hopped out of the tardis.
"What's up, buttercup?" She asked, noticing his eyes fixed on the ground. Her smile dropped. "Doctor?"
"I think it's best if you leave." He said abruptly.
Silence filled the space within them as she took time to process his words.
"What?" She whispered. "What have I done?"
"You haven't done anything, Y/n," He explained, shaking his head softly as he finally looked up. "I'm so sorry."
Y/n sighed, tears now swimming down her cheeks. "It's her, isn't it?" She asked though she already knew the answer.
The Doctor sniffled, his own sslty tears running steady. "Yeah."
Y/n rolled her head back, staring at the sky, then around where they had landed, only now noticing she was parked on her street. "I thought you loved me," She sobbed, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I do-" he interrupted.
"We were going to get married." The Doctor tried to place hand on her face to wipe away her tears but she smacked him away before he could, falling a few steps back. "You've made a fool of me. Did you ever even love me? Or was I just your rebound?" She gasped, unable to regulate her breathing as she began to hyperventilate. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for it."
"Y/n I'm sorry-"
"Just...leave me alone." She spat, ripping the engagement ring from her finger and throwing it onto the ground.
Now it was the Doctor's turn to watch as Y/n ran away, sorrow circulating in his eyes. He stayed put until she was out of sight, rubbing at his own eyes and taking a hesitant step into his ship.
//
It wasn't unusual for Y/n to hear the sound of the tardis materialising. Most of the time it was her consciousness taunting her. A way to force her to reminisce on everything she had been through.
But today, something felt off.
The whooshing followed her on her typical path to work. Then it stopped.
Then she travelled to the local cafe for a rushed lunch, hearing the haunting noise again as the bell above the door rang upon her exit. She looked around rapidly, seeing no traces of a blue box. She shook her head, pushing her anxiety down before returning to work.
Other than that, the day had ran as normal. She left work early, eager to get home. She entered the house, adjusting the heat before walking into the kitchen.
She placed her keys down on the side, sighing and rubbing her hand on her head. Something still felt wrong. But she told herself she was being silly.
So, she busied herself, deciding to clean her humble home. She was midway through scrubbing the bathtub when the doorbell rang. She huffed, brushing her hair from her eyes as she made her way to the door.
She swung it open, greeted by the man she hadn't allowed herself to think about for years.
"Hello,"
"Nope." She rejected, slamming the door shut.
What the hell was he doing here?
Her heart rate increased as she pressed her back against the wall.
"Y/n, please, I just want to talk." He tried. She scoffed, rolling her teary eyes as she locked the door. "Please?" He asked, vulnerability seeping through.
Y/n paused, hand hovering over the lock. "I really need you right now." He sniffed. He sounded as though he was crying. Reluctantly, she unlocked the door with a click, observing the man in front of her.
They stared at each other, the Doctor deciding to break the quietness first. "Hello, buttercup." He smiled sheepishly.
Instead of answering with words, she turned to slam the door, locking it, then gripping his forearm tightly, dragging him away.
"Very ominous." The Doctor commented as they sat on a bench, viewing the lapping waves of the sea. Growing tired of her reluctance to respond, he turned his head to study her. "Y/n?"
Not bothering to meet his eyes, she kept staring ahead. "You've aged." She murmered.
He chuckled lightly, attempting to win her over with charm. "You haven't." Y/n looked at him, unamused, causing him to falter slightly. "How long has it been?"
"What, since you abandoned me?" She questioned harshly. He gulped, bashfully bobbing his head. "Six years." She spat. "How long has it been for you?"
"A couple hundred. Thousand? I'm not sure. I kind of lost track." He admitted.
"Only took you that long to come back?" She mumbled sardonicly before his words sunk in."You've managed to keep that face all this time?"
"Actually, no. I had three other regenerations before this." He spoke softly, observing as she raised a brow in curiosity.
"But..you're...you?" Y/n contradicted, gesturing to his body. He sighed heavily, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm me. Something happened and I regenerated back into... well, me."
Y/n hummed softly, wanting to ask more, genuinely interested, but refusing to do so, not wanting him to know that she still cared.
Maybe she was acting petty or childish, but doesn't she attain that right after everything he did to her?
"How's life been?" He asked. "How's work, friends, family," he began to lower his voice down, contemplating on whether or not to ask. "Boyfriend?"
Immediately she shook her head. "Works alright. Friends are good. No boyfriend." She denied.
The Doctor began to fill with hope, sitting up straighter on the bench. "No boyfriend? Why?"
Y/n chuckled softly. Not because he made her laugh; because of how stupid the reasoning behind her failed love life was. "There was never anyone else." She answered, voice small.
And that was the truth. She had gone six years without sharing physical touch, without feeling loved. All due to her heart being stolen - and broken - by a man that left her.
She was too scared to love again. How was she supposed to place her trust into the hands of another after what had happened last time?
"Come with me." The Doctor suddenly turned to her, placing his hands over her cold ones. His instruction had an undertone of desperation, making Y/n look back at him softly.
Her eyes fell from his and to their hands. Her body felt like it was on fire. "No." She said, shaking her head.
"Y/n, please. I'm sorry. I never stopped thinking about you - I never stopped loving you." He clarified, searching her eyes for just a glint of the woman she was before he ruined her.
It was possibly a futile attempt on his behalf but he needed her to know how deeply he truly needed her.
"No, you cant do this!" Y/n suddenky exclaimed, removing his grip and standing up, pacing the grass. "You can't just turn up years after leaving me for another woman and expect me to run into your arms!" She scoffed. "I won't. I won't do it." She repeated.
The Doctor allowed her to rant at him, making no effort to protest even when his own eyes started to water.
"I deserve better than this. I deserve better than you." Y/n sobbed, pinching the bridge of her nose in anguish.
"One last adventure?" He pleaded. "Come on. Just me and you." He urged, seeing the wanting return to her eyes. "And if you don't want to do it again, I'll leave you alone. Forever. I give you my word."
Y/n sniffed, letting her arms awkwardly drop from being crossed on her chest. She hated that he had the ability to torment her with the gift of space and time travel. It seems like such an unfair advantage for someone to have.
"One last adventure?"
He stood up from the bench, wiggling his fingers for her to place her hand in his, cheeky smirk appearing on his red tinted lips.
"One last adventure."
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damn-stark · 1 year
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Part 3 The Princess
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Part 3 of The Lion and The Dragon
A/N- thank you guys for all your support on this series :) I love you all
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem-reader
Warning- Angst, language, forced marriage, slow burn, mentions of injuries.
Episode- takes place before 1x08
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“Ouch,” you wince and try to pull your hand back, but Nyra grabs onto your wrist harder and yanks you towards her.
“Stop, moving,” she grumbles as she squints her eyes on your gash. “Or else these stitches will come out all crooked.”
You clench your jaw and avert your gaze as she punctures the needle through your skin again.
“That’s what you get for not being careful,” she scolds you. “Next time—” A knock raps on the door and Nyra pauses and looks back at the door at the same time you do.
“Who is it?” She asks.
You scoff and shrug. “How am I supposed to know?” You whisper before you lift your head and shout. “Come in!”
The knob turns, and your heart feels as if it’s in your throat. When the door opens and you see Aemond, your heart drops to your stomach.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He never just drops by just because. Does he know?
No. Can't be.
“Husband,” you greet.
Aemond walks in and immediately looks at Nyra. “Leave us,” he instructs bluntly.
You stiffen in your seat and swallow thickly, while Nyra looks over at you and meets your gaze for reassurance.
This is the first time he’s ever just seeked for your company alone. It's terrifying, but you’re also curious as to what he wants. She can be filled in later.
“It’s okay,” you whisper.
Nyra grabs the small scissors and intends to cut the remaining thread, but Aemond then steps forward and interjects. “Leave it,” he demands.
Nyras breath gets stuck in her throat at the sound of his demanding tone but she doesn’t fret to listen. She then shares one last passing and concerned look with you before she gets up and walks out, leaving Aemond and you alone.
“What a surprise,” you say and try to hide your hand down on your lap, but Aemond then speaks up and makes you stop.
“You should see a maester, it could get infected. A cut from a blade cuts deep.”
You avert your gaze and swallow thickly as you shrug and act clueless. “Maester’s are nosy. I didn’t want to receive so many annoying questions, nor did I want to get pampered for a small cut.”
The sound of his footsteps echo closer, and when he stops walking you see his boots by the chair across from you. You don’t think he’ll sit, you hoped this was a short visit, but he does. He sits down.
“Is there something—” You stop as you feel the softness of his fingers on your hand. When you look over you see him pull your hand towards him in a much more gentle manner than Nyra did.
It’s weird that he grabs you in such a manner, but now that’s all you can think about. As you slowly look up, you see him observing your gash before he grabs the needle and begins to sow the needle through your skin, causing you to go speechless and gasp from surprise.
Why is he doing this? Why doesn’t he just leave it be?
“Tell me, I'm curious, where did you go today at the tourney?” He asks and snaps you from your stupor.
You blink and look away. “Lady business,” you lie.
Aemond scoffs softly. “I was hoping you would speak the truth.” He sighs, and you just spare him a glance and shrug again.
“I—”
“Do not move,” he orders, causing you to clench your jaw and sigh. “Today, at the tourney,” he says. “A certain No Name Knight got his palm cut by his opponent…”
You hum and look up to look at him.
“…on the same location you have your new gash.” He pauses what he’s doing and drifts his eye up to meet your gaze. “You left with no bandage around your hand,” he continues to say and makes your heart pound louder. “And returned with it on your hand.”
You hold his gaze and press your lips together as you shrug and decline his correct assumption. “I don’t know what you mean my husband. I was with my handmaiden doing lady business. She could attest to that.”
Aemond slightly lifts his head and challenges your gaze. And even if it felt as if you were going to falter and suddenly combust under his gaze, you hold your own and remain defiant.
After a few seconds he scoffs and smirks down at your palm as he continues to help. “Your technique is sloppy,” he interjects and makes you clench your jaw and get offended.
“I thought you did not like tourneys,” you counter in frustration.
Aemond huffs. “What else was I supposed to look at?” He rebuttals.
You shrug and counter. “A tolerable lady perhaps. There were a lot of them around. Prince Aegon surely seemed entertained by them.”
Aemond chuckles, causing your heart to stop and your eyes to immediately fly up to look at him again from shock.
“My brother,” he says as he finishes stitching your gash. “Is easily swayed when it comes to women, it’s a flaw that makes him unaware of what he already has. But I, I am not my brother. I am not fooled nor captivated by every woman that passes my way.”
You hum and leave it at that even if your mind begins to spin. You knew what he thought about you, there was nothing to add to the matter. Still, you can’t help but be hopeful.
Nevertheless, Aemond proceeds to tie the thread before cutting the long pieces off.
“How is it you know how to stitch?” You ask. “So neatly too.”
Aemond scoffs and puts the scissors down to sit back. “You forget I wield a sword,” he says.
“I just assumed the maesters would help, you are the Prince after all,” you retort in a less angered tone.
Aemond hums. “That means nothing. But the simple truth is, I hardly get hurt. You cannot say the same.” He smirks.
You scoff softly and shake your head. “I said it before,” you keep up your act but smirk at him now. “I do not know what you mean.”
Aemond meets your gaze and narrows his eye on you and doesn’t lose his smirk, he hums and intends to add something, but then a knock raps on your door again.
Aemond was here, Nyra wouldn’t return until a few more hours knowing her. This could only be one of two people, and the second is less likely to pay a visit.
“Come in,” you shout and shift up in your seat.
The door opens and as expected Ser Robert walks in.
“My lady,” he greets and then notices the silver haired man before you and bows even if Aemond doesn’t bother to look back. “My prince.”
Aemond stands from his seat and meets your gaze. “I’ll take my leave. I hope you are more open to the truth next time.”
You scoff softly and continue to act clueless even if you know that he knows of your secret. “Thank you,” you say instead and actually smile, genuinely smile at him.
Aemond gaze lingers on you before he hums and turns to stride out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him. You smile at the table top, forgetting you have a visitor until Ser Robert clears his throat.
“Are you alright?” The old Knight asks as he walks over to you.
You stand up from your seat to begin collecting the things off the table. “Quite,” you deadpan without meeting his gaze.
“I saw the tourney, you had quite the counterattack,” he mentions and stands by the table. “I can say you had a pretty good teacher. Albeit some moves are not the ones I taught you.”
You hum and return Nyra’s stuff to her basket.
Ser Robert gulps and shifts his feet. “You’re still upset,” he points out.
You clench your jaw and deflect. “If you are here to tell me to bid my father farewell, I already have. Unfortunately, there is not much to say to him.” You then walk towards your wine and serve yourself a cup to keep avoiding looking at the Knight.
“I’m here to tell you goodbye,” he says and you stiffen. “I’m leaving.”
Exactly, he’s leaving. He betray you. There isn’t anything that needs to be said.
“Then I bid you good fortune Ser,” you deadpan and slowly turn to face him with no flicker of sadness, just anger.
“Y/N,” he mutters softly.
You sigh and lift your head high. “The way there is a weary one, I hope all goes well,” you retort and turn to walk to your balcony.
The Knight lingers where he stands, he sighs deeply and waits a bit longer. He watches you sip your wine, he takes one last look at the daughter he never had and engraves it in his memory since he doesn’t know when you’d see each other again.
He waits a second longer,l and when he sees no attempt at movement from you, Ser Robert takes his leave.
Once you hear the door close, you unclench your jaw, drop your anger and look back with sadness and regret. Yet you don’t run out the door to chase after the old Knight, you stay where you are and just let those sad tears roll down your cheeks.
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*SOMETIME LATER*
“….I told her that much, but she didn’t listen...”
Home. It’s so far.
“…she wanted to hit me. I could see it on her stupid little face…”
It’s too late to ask for forgiveness. If only you could’ve held him one last time. Why did you have to be so harsh? He didn’t deserve it.
Now your only reminder of home is her, but she’s beginning to adapt to life at King's Landing rather quickly, it’s getting harder to find comfort from her. Everywhere you look there’s just strangers.
Aemond is distant still. Ever since that talk there was only one other time you saw him, but it was brief. You had attempted to find him once to have dinner, just to try and spark a connection but he wasn’t in his chambers. So maybe nothing will actually bring forth a lasting connection. You were foolish to think so before.
Aemond Targaryen the one eyed Prince. Reserved, menacing just like his dragon.
You were foolish to try to find a home in him.
“…are you listening?”
Once again why even try with him, he’s not—
“Y/N!” Your name is shouted and then you feel your shoulders shake, breaking you from your train of thought.
“What?” You snap at Nyra.
Nyra narrows her gaze slightly and tilts her head before she scoffs and lets you go. “You didn’t hear a word I said did you?”
You press your lips together and glance behind her at The Golden Knight for some help, but he just shakes his head.
“I was,” you lie and look back at Nyra. “I was paying attention, you were talking about Mary. The….” You pause and think, but nothing comes up. “The handmaiden?”
Nyra shoots you a pointed glare before she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Why bother?” She quips and continues walking.
You giggle and skip to catch up to her. “I’m sorry, okay, I was just lost in thought.”
Nyra huffs and snaps back. “You know what I won’t even ask what you were thinking about, it was probably boring anyway.” She stops at the path intersection and just slightly turns to side eye you. “I’ll see you later.” She begins to march away with her nose in the sky.
“You’ll fill me in later?!” You shout after her.
Nyra doesn’t turn back and deadpans. “No!”
You watch her until she turns and is hidden behind a brick wall. When you continue walking through the castle's gardens your only company left is the Golden Knight, but he remains so far behind that it seems like you're alone. You try to pause and wait for him to catch up, but when you come to a halt so does he.
Great.
Instead of waiting, you stop in your tracks and turn to fall at his side. He’s confused at first, but you simply smile and hook your arm around his to continue walking by his side.
“So it can stop seeming like you’re lurking,” you say smugly.
Ser Erwin scoffs softly and smiles faintly at you out of amusement. “My job is to lurk,” he tells you.
You scoff and smirk. “Is it?” You retort. “I thought your job was to keep me safe.”
Ser Erwin chuckles and nods. “That’s it. It falls under the same category. Lurker and protector.”
You laugh and smile at the sky. “Well,” you say and look at him. “Now, you have a new category under your job description, keep me company.”
The Golden Knight nods with a small smile on his face. “As you wish.” He falls silent for a few moments to look around at the rose bushes, and the distant blue water horizon that you couldn’t keep your eyes off—“If you don’t mind my intrusion, how are you liking Kings Landing, my Lady?”
Your smile slowly fades away and you feel a wave of sadness return. “It’s…different,” you mutter. “Louder. There’s more people, a lot more. It…” you pause and sigh.
“Smells like shit?” He quips, making your eyes snap to him and smile slowly.
“Yes,” you laugh in amusement. “Yes. It smells like shit.” You smile again. “That’s why my favorite place is here. The castle’s gardens. Besides,” you whisper and look back at the ocean in the distance. “It has a great view that reminds me of my view from my room at home.”
Ser Erwin comes to a stop by the edge of the short hedge that overlooks the blue glimmering ocean to let you admire it.
“I went once to Casterly Rock, it was beautiful,” he says and makes you slowly meet his gaze. “I managed to escape from my father and I found myself at a ledge. All I saw below was water crashing into rocks, I felt the wind trying to blow me back. I looked ahead and I saw miles of blue sky, and dark blue water. I closed my eyes, I let the wind blow my cloak and it felt like I was flying. Truly one of my best memories. I’ll never forget it. How it looked, how I felt.”
Your eyes soften and your smile brightens.
“You should see it when the set is setting,” you comment and try to hide how awestruck you feel. “The sunsets at Casterly Rock are the most beautiful in the world.”
Ser Erwin smiles softly and nods. “I’ll have to add it on my list.”
You nod in agreement and return your gaze to the view.
“Do you miss your home?” You ask.
Ser Erwin sighs. “Not anymore,” he admits. “I used to. Which is why I can tell you that it will get easier.”
You blink and look at him again. “Will it?” You ask with a hint of sadness.
Ser Erwin nods softly and then drops his head to open his satchel and carefully pull out a bouquet of different colored wildflowers. Ones not grown here, but at home.
“Here,” he says and turns to hand you the bouquet. “I hope this can lift your spirits. A piece of home.”
You beam at him and carefully take the wildflowers. “How long have you had them in there, Ser?” You tease him.
The Knight scoffs and shakes his head. “Not as long as you may think, I was going to give them to you later, but the time seems fitting now.”
You look down at the flowers and gush, feel your heart swell and your cheeks burn. “How did you get them?”
Ser Erwin sees your reaction and begins to get cocky. “A friend. He was visiting the Westerlands, so when I found out I was going to start guarding you, I asked him to bring some back with him.”
Your smile falters and you briefly look up at him in confusion. “Why?” You query curiously.
Ser Erwin shrugs. “You’re my Lady, I figured you’d feel out of place, so I thought I’d give you a piece of home.”
You hum and avert your gaze once more, catching him dig into his satchel one more time. This time he pulls out a wooden toy shaped like a Lion.
“Here’s this as well,” he says and pushes the little wooden lion towards you. “I thought you might like it.”
You giggle and meet his gaze as you take it from his hand, seeing him share a very sweet and charming smile. However, at that moment also missing someone else’s gaze, sure he was quite high up in the castle, standing on a balcony that you wouldn’t see unless you looked up, but Aemond saw you and him.
The meeting he was apart of was quite boring so his eye wondered. At first he didn’t think much of the couple he saw in the garden, but he caught a glimpse of your face and when he looked again he saw you smiling at your Knight. It wasn’t just any passing smile of gratitude for the flowers and object in your hand, it was too kind and sweet of a smile.
And him. The Golden Knight, he was too close, his smile was too genuine and his gaze too focused. You were too close for Aemond’s liking. He didn’t quite know that he didn't like it until he saw how you wouldn’t stop smiling at him. It irked him. Seeing your Knight and you close.
You were his and his alone, not the silly Knights in his ridiculously tacky armor. Aemond’s. His, not the Knights.
He couldn’t stop looking even if the Lords talked, he couldn’t pull his eye away until he saw his sister approach you. At least then he was somewhat assured that the Knight would keep his distance.
“Princess,” you curtsy.
Princess Helaena offers you a gentle smile. “Lady Lannister, it’s a pleasure seeing you out here,” she greets.
You smile at her as Ser Erwin steps away from you. “And it’s an honor seeing you here, I’ve began to think no one liked the garden.”
Helaena scoffs softly and shakes her head. “I quite like it here.”
“As do I, it has quickly become one of my favorite places,” you say in agreement.
Helaena’s eyes brighten and her smile widens. “It’s my favorite too. I’m glad we have one thing in common…” she pauses and glances at the gravel path. “Will you walk with me?”
You nod and step away from your spot to begin walking alongside her down the gravel path.
“May I ask,” she continues and takes a quick glance at your wooden lion. “Back in Casterly Rock, at your home, did you have a pet lion?”
You look over at her and giggle out of genuine amusement. “No,” you shake your head. “Honestly I wish I had, that would be very fun. I had a pet lizard once.”
Helaena looks at you and smiles. “Really?” She probes.
You nod. “Sweet little thing, green and quite big for a lizard, but maybe that’s because I’d spoil it rotten.” You grin and nod, while Helaena giggles and smiles at the sky.
“You,” you press curiously. “Did you ever keep any companions? Besides your dragon of course.”
Helaena shakes her head. “No, unfortunately not, all the companions I find, I set free. I think they prefer it that way.”
You hum and clasps your hands behind your back as you grow more curious. “What would those companions be may I ask?”
“Would you really want to know?” She asks in disbelief.
You look over at her nod. Helaena grins and runs to the rose bushels and crouches down to search the ground first. When you catch up to her she waves you down and points to the ground.
“Here,” she points. “Some usually like to crawl around here.”
You squint and try to search the dirt but you see nothing. She however, walks forward and puts her hands down to collect something off the ground. You’re about to lean forward to see what it is, but she then turns around quickly and shows you a brown long legged spider.
“Oh,” you gasp out in surprise.
“This one only has one pair of eyes,” she whispers and carefully moves her hands as the spider crawls around. “Unlike most spiders.”
You swallow thickly and laugh nervously. “Do they?”
She hums and nods. “Oftentimes they play dead to repulse their prey.”
“I did not know that,” you say and actually quite admire her for holding that insect. “My lizard,” you tell her as you continue to watch her. “Used to eat spiders he’d find on the windows.”
“Do you wish to hold it?” Helaena blurts and looks up at you.
“I, uh,” you breathe out and nod even if you didn’t mean to. “Sure.” You hand your things to Ser Erwin and then cup your hands and put them out so Helaena can let the spider crawl on you.
The moment you feel the tiny thin legs on you, you stiffen.
“It won’t bite,” she assures you and tilts her head to watch you struggle to keep the spider on your hands so it wouldn’t crawl up on your arms.
“It,” you giggle nervously. “It tickles.” You glance over at Ser Erwin and shoot him a quick nervous smile. He shows no emotion but you see him watching all stiffly, like if the spider were on him.
“I’m quite glad you’re here,” Helaena changes the topic as the spider's legs scurry all over your hands. “No one beside my mother finds interest in this stuff, even then she gets quite bored by it.”
You shrug and lower your hand to let the spider crawl back on the dirt. “I like learning new stuff,” you share in a more relieved tone now that the spider was off you. “As scary as they may be.”
Helaena shoots you a sweet smile and stands back up, letting you mirror her actions and continue to walk.
“I hope you come out here more often,” Helaena continues with a sigh. “People barely frequent the gardens.”
You look out at the ocean and smile softly. “I don’t know why they wouldn’t. I love it here. The view is impeccable.”
Helaena nods and once again abruptly changes the subject. “Look.”
You glance at her and follow her line of gaze up to a high window, and catch Prince Aemond on a balcony. Helaena smiles at her brother and waves.
It’s quite difficult to see him clearly from so low, but you can see his eyes shift from his sister and then to you. His eye lingers on you before he abruptly turns and walks away without as much of a smile or a wave to his sister. Or you.
Then again you didn’t expect much.
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They were such an amazing thing, dragons. Fierce, powerful and strong. Riding them must be a feeling out of this world, knowing you have the power to burn cities to the ground and enemies must feel empowering, like you’re a god.
It’s quite disappointing that you can’t ever bond with one. Perhaps if—no when you have children, they’ll get to have one, they’ll be able to feel all that for you, whilst you’re stuck on the ground only able to admire them from a distance.
Just like how you’re doing now by the shoreline. Nyra had her day full, and you told Ser Erwin he could take a break; he was reluctant but you made it an order so he obeyed. So you’re left all on your own to watch Prince Aegon ride his dragon Sunfyre.
Or so you thought.
“Enjoying the view?” You recognize Aemond’s charming voice.
“Quite,” you say without looking back to keep watching as the dragon dives down. “Dragons are very fascinating. It’s my first time actually seeing one.”
Aemond’s feet shift against the sand. “What do you mean?” He asks.
You sigh. “Well given that I am a Lannister, I don’t have the blood of a dragon. Nor do anyone else I know from the Westerlands, so—”
“I get it,” he cuts you off.
You scoff. “You asked,” you quip. “Anyway,” you roll out and slowly begin to look back at him, seeing him begin to crouch so he can pick up the wooden lion. “It’s quite a surprise to see you stranger.”
Aemond picks his eye off the wooden lion and meets your gaze. “I think being married contradicts that statement.”
You shrug and look back at the dragon. “Not if you don’t see or talk to one another.” You retort.
“I’m busy,” he deadpans.
You nod stiffly. “Yep.”
Aemond walks over to stand beside you and passes you the wooden lion. “Sentimental childhood toy?”
You gently take it from his hand and shake your head. “No,” you smile softly. “A gift.” You grab the flowers and place them on your lap. “To miss home a little less.” Your smile falters.
Aemond glances over and notices your frown but he simply hums.
“Tell me,” you clear your throat and place the wooden lion down. “You have a dragon. What does it feel like when you ride her, hm?” You shift around to look up at him. “I imagine it feels quite…empowering,” you sigh. “Being able to be so high in the sky, knowing that you have the biggest dragon in the world. Knowing that with one command all of your enemies, anyone can be burned alive...” You trail off and smile shyly at the sand. “Just what I think.”
Aemond pulls his eye off you and looks over at Sunfyre flying away. He sighs and stays quiet for a moment, making you think he wouldn’t give an answer, but he suddenly clasps his hands together and speaks.
“It feels liberating. And empowering, yes.”
You slowly beam at him and nod slowly before, meeting his gaze as he looks down at you.
“May you help me get up?” You ask and lift your hand. Aemond doesn’t hesitate or question your ask, he takes it and wraps your cold hand with his warmth as he pulls you up to your feet.
“Thank you,” you tell him softly and slide your hand away. “Now,” you continue with a smirk. “Have you given your dragon the command, dracarys is it?”
Aemond watches you walk over to his side where he can see you without turning, and slowly begins to smirk.
“And I don’t mean like make the dragon blow fire to the sky or something so insignificant,” you continue with curiosity. “But like on people?”
Aemond draws in a deep breath and shrugs. “Once,” he sighs. “Or twice.”
You begin to grin again. “Sweet.”
Aemond stays quiet and lets silence fall over the both of you. He doesn’t move to leave albeit, nor do you, you both just watch the ocean waves crash in the sand. At least until he suddenly grabs your bandaged hand.
“How is it?” He asks and meets your gaze, making you feel your stomach knot and your heart flutter.
“It’s,” you stammer. “It’s better. It’s quite easy hiding it and I should be able to take off the stitches soon. Or so Nyra says,” you giggle.
Aemond holds your gaze and just makes your feelings heighten. “Hm,” he hums. “It will leave a scar.”
You shrug and let him hold your hand longer. “Scars tell stories. There's nothing wrong with them.”
The corner of Aemond’s lips twitch to a smile before he smirks and continues to try and press. “What story would your scar tell?”
You shoot him a mischievous smirk and shrug sweetly. “Quite the story. I Lady Lannister got cut using my butter knife. Quite clumsy of me. Next time I’ll tell my servant Mary to use it for me.”
Aemond licks his lips and snickers. “Quite the story.”
You hum and pull your hand away to walk over and collect your stuff off the ground, feeling his stare the entire time until you turn to face him.
“Will you walk me back to my chambers?” You ask hopefully. “If you're not busy I mean.
“Are you sure?” He retorts. “You're not waiting on a Golden knight?” His smirk falls and he presses lips together now.
You slightly narrow your gaze and scoff. “No. He’s taken his leave for the day. And Nyra is busy, your sister left to check on her children, I’m not waiting on anyone. So will you please walk with me?
Aemond sighs quietly before he begins to walk alongside you.
At first, yes, it’s quite odd, your interactions are usually quite short, so this walk to your room was quite odd, but it was nice having him walk alongside you, having people see you both together. Having him near.
“May I ask?” He breaks the silence. “My brother, has he bothered you at all?”
Instantly you shake your head. “No, not at all, why?”
Aemond sighs. “He has the habit of bothering beautiful women.”
So you’ve been changed to beautiful, it’s quite the upgrade, really makes your heart flip, but does he really mean it?
“Well,” you sigh. “I may not fall under that category then, I have not been honored by the Prince's presence.”
“Nor will you,” he deadpans and makes you look over at him. “If he bothers you, find me. I’ll deal with him. Don’t try anything.”
You swallow thickly and nod softly.
“And if you want,” he continues. “Perhaps soon I can take you to meet Vhagar.” He glances at you and catches you begin to smile with glee.
“That,” you try to hide your contentment. “That would be nice. I would love that.”
You reach your room so you don’t catch his reaction, but you face him when you’re at the front of your door. “Thank you,” you say softly.
Aemond hums and then suddenly leans over and cups your jaw to press a kiss on your forehead.
You stiffen at the feeling, but find yourself smiling softly. He then slowly pulls away and lets his hand linger on your jaw as he meets your gaze, as he looks down at your lips, and once again locks eyes with you.
“I was,” you breathe out. “I was wanting to visit town tomorrow for some things and to browse….would you accompany me?”
Aemond’s hand stiffens before he pulls away and answers. “No.”
Your smile falls and he continues.
“There is nothing in town, it’s not like Casterly Rock. It’s dangerous here, have your handmaiden go alone.”
You blink and narrow your gaze. “So,” you feign a laugh. “You’re forbidding me to go?”
Aemond clasps his hands behind him and hums, causing you to clench your jaw and nod stiffly even if you don't agree.
“Alright,” you deadpan and open your door.
“Say you understand,” he presses in a more commanding tone.
You side eye him and just hum. He steps forward to make you say it, but he stops himself and just turns to leave, letting you walk in your room and shut the door behind you.
“Who does he think is?” You grumble to yourself. “Forbid me like some prisoner?” You scoff and roll your eyes.
Like hell are you going to let him stop you from doing something so mundane. You know how to fight if it comes down to it…which it won’t!
You can’t have Ser Erwin come, Aemond will probably command him to keep you inside, so you can’t rely on him, but again, nothing is going to happen.
You’ll go with Nyra and your daggers…Who does he think he is?!
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kookznoona · 1 year
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Biblichor; Little Library Love || Oneshot || Jeon Jungkook
Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader
Written By: @kookznoona @/bts_yniee on Instagram
Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing
Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content
Genre: Boyfriend! Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader
Description: Library Romance / Slice of Life AU / Library Sex
Word Count: 2.4 K
Summary: No other place could have been better than the place y'all first met; the library.
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The alluring dusk captivated my heart, I found myself grinning while my sight was fixed on to the sky, a shiny beam, more like a crystal radiation, was making some ravishing patterns on my wrist. I turn towards the direction of the beam. The sunlight reflecting back from the glass wall of the library I was standing in front of. I smiled and took my phone out from my clutch. It was our favorite spot. Unlike me, Jungkook was no book enthusiast. I pranced around the library sniffing old books, reading all that piqued my interest while Jungkook came in there to secretly admire me. It didn't take me long enough to notice that he never read a book, yet he never stopped asking me for recommendations. At a point I grew curious and asked him what he actually does here. He simply took a rose out of his jacket and said, "I was tryna gain the courage to ask you out" and the rest was history.
I met him every Friday at the Library, the librarian- Mrs. Williams, was pleased to see the both of us visit the library and help her out. After a not so long time, she offered a part time job to arrange the books in their shelves. Being the organized person that I am, it was cakewalk. Soon, I found a store room that was spacious and dusty but in some way, cozy and intimate, I began cleaning it out occasionally and it soon became a cozy corner for the both of us, we would sit together on the old leather couch, sneak in a VCR and Cup Noodles and watch some pirated cheesy rom-com downloaded off the net. The librarian knew, but she didn't bother to ask much about it. Work was done on time, it was done well and she was no killjoy.
I felt a gentle breeze a bit too harsh, hit my face, making me tug my jacket. Where is he?
"Kookie…Kookie…Kookie....", I was scrolling through my contact list, searching for his number
"There it is", I swiped right, making a phone call to him and started swinging my feet while sitting on a bench.
"전화하려는 번호는 현재 통화 중입니다. 나중에 다시 시도해 주세요.", the automated response says I furrowed my eyebrows until it repeated the same thing in English.
"The number you're trying to call is currently busy. Please try again later."
I started making my way towards the entrance. I silently walked through the hall-way, Mrs. Williams does not like any noise.
I open the door to the room and gaze at the bookshelves and the vintage paintings on the wall. Then, I pull out an old book and sniff in the ambrosial scent. It was always refreshing to be here. I go to my desk, place my bag down. My eyes fall on the corner of the table. The edges of my lips curve into a smile as I trail my fingertips over the carved letter J and a heart on the wooden surface, I look towards the other corner of the room and spot a flower in a vase. 'He never forgets to get it' I think to myself. Mrs. Williams always thought he brought flowers every Friday morning as a kind gesture, but I knew they were for me because they were my favorite kind. I felt my soul sinking into the romanticizing Pacific, remembering how we kissed for the first time here. I was sitting on this table as his huge arms engulfed me with care. The kiss was a tad bit sloppy but oh so filled with love.
I hear footsteps echoing at a slow pace, there she was, Mrs. Williams.
"It's good to see you again Y/N"
"Hello Mrs. Williams"
"I know I shouldn't be asking too many questions, but Where's John Kook?"
My lips curve into a smile, it's been about two years and Mrs. Williams still struggles to pronounce his name correctly, she's so adorable
"It's actually Jungkook"
She twists her eyebrows in confusion, "Sorry dear, him, where is he?"
"I'm not sure really, he's never this late"
"You tell me if he keeps you waiting for too long, I'll speak to him and make sure he won't keep you waiting again, he's a good guy, he'll surely understand"
"It's alright really Mrs. Williams I-"
"The both of you really make a good pair, reminds me of how I fell in love- ah! Those were the days"
Just as she says that, I feel a buzz in my pocket
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I turn off my screen with a smile plastered on my face as I take out my diary and start making some patterns. It's been 2 years of dating and I don't think the honeymoon phase will ever be over. Being with Jungkook has been much more than just love. It's the way my body feels home when he caresses me, it's the way the neurons shoot out at high frequencies when he tells me how much he adores me. It's about his golden voice telling me he'll be there for me no matter what and the never-fading beauty that his soul carries around me, a sensitive yet strong man with a comforting aura.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone cover my eyes. It's him. The breeze may have made those hands a little cold, but the temperature never depreciated the comfort of his palms. I instantly felt my cheeks reddening and throat gulping down the excitement to see him again, as I kept my hands on his, bringing them down as I slowly turned to look at him. His doe eyes look fondly at me as his lips curve into a smile. I feign a disappointed face,
"What took you so long?"
"Well, I had to bring something extra special for my girlfriend before I meet her, right?" He winks
"Tell me that's port wine"
"Yes baby, and here's the surprise" he says pulling the cake out of the bag
"Is that my Banana Cake?" I ask, and Excitedly snatch it
"Excuse me, it's for our anniversary"
"Excuse you, this is my cake"
"Y/N, I bought that for the both of us"
"But I will eat the first bite"
"Alright lemme feed you" he says
He takes a slice of the cake and brings it close to my lips and quickly pulls it away and brings it to his, but I think I'm faster, I crash my lips into the cake and accidentally into his lips. My eyes go wide and alert and pull away from him. He gently holds my jaw and pecks me again.
The sweet taste of the cake and wine rolls over my lips. "Why did you drink the wine before me?"
"Why don't you ask my tongue that? It's the one that told you right?" He crashes his lips into mine again, biting my lower lip making me moan into the kiss. I can barely keep up with his pace sometimes, whining for him to slow down. "You like how I kiss you hmm? Slow and Rough, you like Daddy's kisses don't you babygirl?"
I feel my cheeks Reddening, he pecks my cheeks and goes to the door as if nothing happened, "Come in now baby, it's cold in here, let's go to our corner"
He opens the door. The old couch, dvd player and TV welcomes us inside. "Doesn't this feel so home Y/N?" He asks while lighting the scented candle.
"It's always such a comforting place Jungkook, from all the things that have changed in these two years, this will never change, it's dark, cozy and has got a good vibe. Remember when we slept in here after that tiring trip and the librarian never woke us up until 11 AM the next day, and the day when we both argued so much and then we had to fix a shelf and you told me you weren't ever going to come back in here ever and we ended up fixing it together?" I ask
"Hahaha I remember that Y/N, although you've got a promotion and my job has grown quite massive too, I remember coming here when we were mere 9-5 workers and came here the moment the clock striked 6, munching on nachos and watching movies on an old VCR, those moments were the most precious, now look at us, we're so busy with everything, sometimes I feel a little too consumed by all of it"
"Baby, I might always tell you that I'm busy with work, but you're my top priority, your happiness is my happiness, get that?"
"I love you Y/N"
"I love you, and I will never not love you"
"Even when I eat cake before you?"
"You're expecting a bit too much now"
"Alright alright babe, I've got this idea, can I kiss you?"
"From when on earth did you start asking?"
"I never ask?"
"Nope"
"Wow."
"Yep"
"Alright babygirl, can I fuck you?"
"Wait-what no, I mean yes, yes but how"
"Is that a yes or no"
"Jeon you absolute brat, how on earth did you read my mind"
"Don't tell me you wanted to have sex in the library"
"Excuse me? You wanted it too"
"No I didn't" I blatantly lie, tongue in cheek
"Alright then what made you ask me that?"
Jungkook looks away and smirks
"Answer me"
"You aren't wearing underwear Y/N"
I hit his arm playfully, "How did you find out?"
"I might have seen your ass when you bent over to pick up them books and oh that vibrator looked so pretty stuffed in your cunt, can I see it?"
I bite my lip and Excitedly hop towards him.
"Look at my pretty bunny, so excited to cum already, such a horny Little girl, having a stuffed cunt without Daddy's permission"
My eyes go big and cheeks heat up at his words, heart pounding. Calling himself Daddy is so hot. I whimper at his words and he cocks his eyebrow and smirks.
"I- hmhm" I get interrupted by the harsh spank that lands on my ass
"Why don't you give me the remote, hmm? And let Daddy decide your pleasure" he says growling
I nervously hand him the remote, burying my face in his chest
"Why so shy now babygirl? You wanted me to see you bent over earlier? Didn't you?"
He was right and I knew better than to lie to a man with My Pleasure on the tip of His Fingers. Infront me was Jungkook, wearing a harmless light yellow shirt tucked into dangerously tight skinny jeans. His thighs sit thick and unbothered, flexing every once or twice while his cock stands proud and painful in his pants.
He turns up the level and I try not to let a moan fly from my lips.
"Ngh-mhhm"
"That feel good babygirl?"
I dumbly nod in response
Not satisfied with my answer, he spanks me
"Y-yes D-daddy"
"Alright baby, let's see how you can take this"
I feel the sudden increase of vibration between my legs, I struggle to not cum already
"D-daddy gon' cum, pleaseeeee"
"You're a big girl yeah? Take it like a big girl"
Tears start to form in my eyes
"Please, I've been good"
He turns down the level of vibration and my big release is replaced with a feeling of emptyness and frustration
"You're an Asshole! Why didn't you lemme cum?"
"Is that the way you talk to Daddy?" He sternly says
Not responding to him, I pull out the vibrator from my cunt and lick it clean, making sure I suck it at the tip, making him growl at the sight.
"A fucking tease" he scoffs
Before he can say anything else, I crash my lips into his and hurriedly try to take off his pants.
"Gimme your cock Daddy"
He gives me an angry look, bulging his tongue against his cheek.
"Beg, maybe I will"
I sit on his thigh and start to grind against him while rubbing his clothed cock with my fingers. The outline of his cock in his boxers made my mouth water with every passing second. I move up and grind my hips on his hard cock, his underwear acting as the only barrier between my folds and his cock. A whine leaves my lips, "D-daddy please fuck me, I'm sorry, I just wanna be filled with your cock, please D-daddy wanna cum, pleaseee, hmhmm" without any further ado, Jungkook flips me and delivers a hard spank, pushes my panties to the side and enters his cock into my tight cunt, making me mewl.
"What a fucking slut, can't go a minute without Daddy Fucking your pussy, don't think I've Forgiven you, I just can't stand seeing you beg like a fuckin whore" he says thrusting deep into my G-spot
"Yes Daddy, yes-ah" I moan feeling my orgasm getting dangerously close
He feels me clench around him, "Close already? Tsk. Such a horny girl cumming already with just some fucking with Daddy's cock, hahaha baby, realised that Daddy's cock is much better than that measly toy"
His dirty talk was shooting straight to my core
"Oh my Gosh, Please Lemme cum pleaseeeee Daddy"
"What if I don't let you?" He slows down, Jungkook's face is plastered with a sadistic smile, "It's not like my baby apologized, and Daddy is an asshole, right?"
Tears start to wet my cheeks, "Daddy please lemme cum, I'm so sorry, wanna cum so hard on your cock, wanna cum pleaseee"
He chuckles, "Can't think of anything except Daddy's cock, can you?"
I shake my head 'no'
"Look at you, a panting, whimpering mess for Daddy, wanna cum darling? Wanna cream Daddy's cock, wanna make a mess on the couch?"
Having no energy, I dumbly nod
"Cum for me babygirl"
I feel myself getting cross eyed as a huge waterfall of pleasure erupts from me as I release, tears wetting my cheeks with the intense .
"I'm cumming Darling" he whispers and grunts
After a minute of laying besides eachother, he kisses my forehead. "You're so beautiful Y/N, and I will never stop loving you"
"Neither will I, I love you more"
Just as we say sweet nothings to eachother, Jungkook's phone begins to ring.
"Hi Jimin, wassup?"
"I hope you do understand that this is a Library for Christ's Sake the rooms aren't sound proof, good thing I sent Mrs. Williams to the room upstairs"
"Thank you Jimin, why're you here though?"
"What do people do in a Library, Jungkook?"
"Fuck"
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Saw Ballad on the 17th. Detailed thoughts below the cut
So, I absolutely loved the movie, and I am very very excited to see all the amazing edits that people are going to make!
I love that we got to see a little bit of the Dark Days with the opening scene, the true fragility of the Capitol system that Snow hinted at in Catching Fire.
When they introduce Highbottom, I noticed they had a founder of Panem memorial in the background with the name "Trajan Heavensbee" on it. Knowing that a lot of the names are specific nods to Ancient figures, I had to google it, and lo and behold: the Roman empire reached its largest geographical extent under Emperor Trajan. Perhaps it was Trajan Heavensbee, as founder of Panem, who ultimately subjugated the districts to create Panem? I love this little detail.
I will never not be obsessed with the tragic relationship between Sejanus and Coryo, and I loved the depiction in the film. Coryo initially says they aren't friends, that he only tolerates him, but then when Snow is sitting alone at lunch, it's only Sejanus who sits with him. Coryo tells himself throughout the film that he doesn't care, only to break down when he realizes he's killed the only true friend he ever had. Sejanus deserved so much better, and the jabberjay's echoing his last words is an absolutely haunting scene.
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On that note, I am so sad they didn't include more of the Plinths in the film. Strabo and Coryo never talked, we never got to see the absolutely disgusting way he visits them at the end and becomes basically their heir/adoptive son because of how he was a "good friend" to Sejanus. I so wish they included this in the movie, but I assume that he was on his way to the Plinths in the last scene when he stares at the statue.
Of course, I loved Lucy Gray. She was a gentle and good soul, but she knew how to survive as well. She was able to perform for the cameras, but she was real with Coryo. I love how they gave her the accent this time!!! I loved her singing and staring in defiance of the cameras as the snakes crawl up her arm, and later in 12 she's wearing a snake bangle. Obviously, her and Coryo's relationship falls apart when she realizes he killed Sejanus (and therefore, could easily kill her) and she can't trust him, and she flees. I'm actually really glad they kept the mystery in, where we just don't know if she survived and fled north, or if he killed her.
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Tom did a great job with Coryo, and showing how he can be cold and calculating, but at the same time that he is a human being - he has emotions. Coryo chose to be evil. This is his villain origin story. Tom's acting when he cries over the photo of him and Sejanus, and when he's quietly contemplating whether to kill Lucy Gray in the forest were phenomenal. It is extremely difficult to translate Snow's inner thoughts to the screen, and I think Tom did a really good job with it.
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Viola Davis, of course, did an amazing job at showing the complete psychopathy of Dr. Gaul. I don't think I need to say much more on the topic really.
I love the Retro-futuristic design choices for the technology, the architecture, etc.
Wovey, Reaper and Coral broke my hearts in the game. Wovey just wanting to go home, Reaper showing the humanity of all the tributes with his gesture, Coral begging Lucy Gray ("I can't have killed them all for nothing").
On that note I really really like how in this film we got to see District 4 being part of the ruthless careers - the first films left out that District 4 are also careers, so it was nice to see the brutality (but also humanity as I mention above) that these tributes can have.
In Sejanus and Marcus we likewise got to see that District 2 is not full of Capitol pets willing to kill at a moment's notice. Both refused to be a piece in anyone's games.
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drottni · 1 year
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LBFAD The Extended Reunion Scene we didn't get:
(how I imagine it)
Dongfang Qincang pulls away from the kiss to look down at her, his Xiao Lanhua. 500 years they have waited for this and he can see the desperation in her eyes as she clutches at him a bit tighter. Holding her face in his hands he wipes away the streams of tears running down her face with his thumb. "Xiao Lanhua, don't cry. I am here." She nods her head vigorously but shuts her eyes tight, afraid to open them lest he be a dream. He pulls her into his chest and discreetly wipes the errant tear escaping his eyes. No more tears, he wants to say to her and pulls back slightly, but stops. Her body is shaking with muffled sobs as she buries her face in his chest and grips his robe so tightly he fears for her circulation. He pulls her closer once more, stroking her hair. After a while, he picks her up and carries her to the bench, settling her snuggly beside him. 
"Xiao Lanhua," he says gently. Finally she takes a deep breath and looks up at him. He once again wipes furiously at her tears, holding back his own with strain. "Damutou" she whispers, her voice raw and weak. He is nearly undone from the pain in her voice and takes a hold of her hands to steady his. She looks down at their entwined hands and he wonders if she's seeing the same image; the last time they said goodbye and he left her alone, with empty outstretched hands.
"Forgive me Xiao Lanhua" he says, still staring at their hands. When she doesn't reply he looks up, anxiously, to meet her eyes. Her eyes are so filled with tears he can see nothing else. "Damutou, don't look at me like that" she says as she rubs a gentle hand across his furrowed brows. "I have spent the past 500 years haunted by this look on your face. Of all those days when you had looked at me so anxiously and I--" she breaks off on a sob and looks away, her head bent. He grabs the hand still resting on his face and pulls it to his lips. "Xiao Lanhua, look at me". She shakes her head. "I--I hurt you so--so much Damutou" she cries out, gasping for air. His heart is aching so much he feels it like a physical pain. When she clutches at her own chest he  grips her shoulders and pulls her upright. This is too much. It is unbearable. Her pain, her agonized sobs, too reminiscent of the ones he heard over and over again for the past 500 years from the moment he had said goodbye. Those cries that had echoed in his ears for eternity. Damutou don't leave me. Come back don't leave me. They have to stop. Both of them can't bear more. Taking a shaky breath he takes her chin in his hands to raise her eyes to his. 
"Xiao Lanhua, you ordered me to come back and now I am here. Did you not prepare any welcome for me?" he says with a small hesitant smile. She stares into his eyes where he hopes she sees his silent plea. When she takes deep calming breaths and nods slowly, he grips her hands and pulls her up with him, tentatively allowing his smile to widen a bit. "Well then, where are my flower cakes? I hope you made them in all the flavors I like. I have been hungry for 500 years you know." Her hands in his tighten and her eyes get glassy again. He gives her hand a squeeze and pulls her gently to the main hall. "Come Xiao Lanhua, there are flower cakes to eat and sunsets to watch." He smiles even wider at her, hoping it is enough to wipe the sadness away. A sinkhole is opening inside of him, and all he can see are her anguished eyes. Those eyes that used to look up at him with so much sunshine that he thought he would never need to see another sunrise so long as he had her. How can he ever forgive himself for taking that light away? He pushes these thoughts aside and turns to her.
Later, as they watch the sunset and she is calmer he pulls her even closer to his side to give her a kiss on the head. "There isn't a single thing in this life or any other that you need to ask forgiveness for Xiao Lanhua." She stiffens then slowly straightens to look at him solemnly for a long time. For a few beats he is afraid he has made her cry again, but she blinks away her tears and puts a hand on his heart, piercing him with her intense gaze.
"And you as well, Damutou." He feels a stinging behind his eyes and something warm slip down his cheek. Before he realizes, she reaches out to gently wipe the tears. "No more tears" she says, looking up at him with wide determined eyes. He gives her a small nod, before pulling her into him. His hand stroking her hair, he closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply.
They make no promises this time, no pleas to never leave. There is no need. It is as sure as the ground beneath them, the sun setting behind them, and the hearts beating in synchrony between them. They are home.
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ASOS; Steel and Snow: 15 JON II (pages 202-219)
Jon counts the giants, enjoys the latest songfic interlude, then has to answer some hard questions as Mance's scouts discover the aftermath of the Epilogue at the Fist.
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"Big enough for you?" Snowflakes speckled Tormund's broad face, melting in his hair and beard.
gentle like a lover's kiss ahem. sorry, I just came from some pure, 300% crack fic in another fandom, my brain is... I might need a moment. Just got to remind myself Tormund is older, and Jon is younger, than their show counterparts.
... yep, that seems to have worked, I think the giggle-brain is off. We'll see if it stays that way.
In Old Nan's stories, giants were outsized men who lived in colossal castles, (...) These were something else, more bearlike than human, and as wooly as the mammoths they rode. Seated it was hard to say how big they turly were. Ten feet tall maybe, or twelve, Jon thought. Maybe fourteen, but no taller. Their sloping chests might have passed for those of men, but their arms hung down too far, and their lower torsos looked half again as wide as their upper. Their legs were shorter than their arms, but very thick, and they wore no boots at all; their feet were broad splayed things, hard and horny and black. Neckless, their huge heavy heads thrust forward from between their shoulder blades, and their faces were squashed and brutal. Rats' eyes no larger than beads were almost lost within folds of horny flesh, but they snuffled constantly, smelling as much as they saw. They're not wearing skins, Jon realized. That's hair. (...) And Joramun blew the Horn of Winter, and woke the giants from the earth. (...) The song never says if the horn can put them back to sleep.
Huh. GRRM gave us something so alien, something ancient and primal, and D&D gave us... well:
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A more handsome Qui-gon Jin in skins. (Went looking for Wun Wun reference pictures and made myself sad. It's okay, they only killed him off in the show because they didn't want to use their budget for the cg needed to paste him into the shots. he's fine. don't tell me if he's not. Let me have this.)
D&D suck at their job = 🍷 ... hmmm... Horn of Winter = 🥛
I am a man of the Night's Watch, he reminded himself. So why did he feel like some blushing maid. He spent most of his days in Ygritte's company, and most nights as well. ... Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling... well, that stirred some things as well. But he was a man of the Night's Watch, her had taken a vow.
So at the moment, it does seem like his lack of interest is more about the vow, than actual lack of interest, but, at the same time, it's never going to be that simple because Jon is undercover, and any relationship between them would be under false pretenses, with possible Stockholm flavouring on the side.
(Stockholm Syndrome isn't real, but you all know what I mean when I say it. Clarifying that: apparently Stockholm Syndrome was originally invented to discredit a woman (a bank teller) after a bank hold up, during which time the only person with any power over the event who wasn't (effectively) fully prepared for her to die in the event, was one of the bank robbers. The "negotiation expert" who had a psych background and had actually made everything worse every time he opened his mouth, invented what would later come to be called Stockholm Syndrome, because she (the bank teller) tried to tell the world he sucked at his job. As far as I know, it's not really a recognised thing in the psych field itself, you only really see it bandied about with cops and feds and the like. That said, humans really will attempt to pack bond with anything, even under duress, and even subconsciously. Alpha Male Swag Bros, miss me with your Lone Wolf Bullshit.)
Although, while we're on the subject:
Hey Robb! Look how easy it is to keep it in your pants for a vow.
I know, I know, he was emotionally compromised, I'm being mean to him. Too mean, especially given... future relationship evolution. That, may or may not, go on to seal his doom. and the doom of his entire faction.
Varamyr Sixskins, a small mouse of a man whose steed was a savage white snow bear that stood thirteen feet tall on its hind legs. And wherever the bear and Varamyr went three wolves and a shadowcat came following.
"Sixskins" because he can warg into the skins of five animals? So he has six skins including his human skin? Pokemon, gotta wear 'em all.
If that is the case, I've got to wonder if being the recipient of a warg changes the subtle nature and awareness of the animal for the five creatures to be ... well maybe not safe for public, but tamed enough I suppose.
... Jon's making a good point, Mance's warriors being spread out means they have no solid defense anywhere along the train, but, given that it's a refugee caravan in reality, it's actually pretty smart to spread the warriors out. It ensures that where ever a threat comes from, there will be someone close by to respond quickly, and given everything, the only things around that could cut through the host quickly and violently enough to make the warriors pointless no matter how closely group they are, would be maybe the Watch, but more likely: The Others and their Wights.
"Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth."
oh.
The video I grabbed Wun Wun screenshots from was set to this song. I'm not crying. you're crying. Okay, It's me. I'm crying.
Gosh, I was literally just listening to this song and I was thinking "fuck this slaps, came straight for my feels, this has to be a fan song right? specifically written for this? It's too perfect not to be."
and it was GRRM! He wrote it!
... and D&D fucking cut it from the show like it meant nothing. They cut so much of the music from the show, like the books have had at least two, three songfic chapters by now, plus there's been, what? a dozen references to music going on in the background of various scenes, music and song is so present in A Song of Ice and Fire, you'd think D&D would have kept more of it. Oh, but I guess singing is boring when you can shove in more blood spray and cool sword action.
D&D suck at their job = 🥛
There were tears on Ygritte's face when the song ended. "Why are you weeping?" Jon asked. "It was only a song. there are hundreds of giants, I've just seen them." "Oh, hundreds," she said furiously. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. you- JON!"
The only reason, that I am not currently taking another drink, and/or smashing D&D's kneecaps with a steel chair, is because while D&D turned this line into a meme about Jon's sex knowledge, they also turned it into an evolving meaning line. (Where in as the line is repeated, its nuance and meaning changes, or the characters'/readers' relation with it does.)
Because, D&D made this line so memeable, but it is so rage filled? Like, Ygritte is so (justifiably and rightfully) angry at Jon's ignorance here.
Jon says 'hundreds,' but we aren't given an exact number here. Fun Fact: a species with a population of 250 mature adults or less is considered Endangered and at risk of Extinction. Fun Fact: a species which has lost between 50 and 70% of its average population can also be considered endangered.
That's just talking about the giants that are here, now. I'm getting vibes that these are either not the giants from the songs, the giants know their days are numbered, or this song is old and the giants have come so close to extinction in the past that any of them being alive now is a miracle.
Jon doesn't know, I don't know, but Jon is making light of Ygritte's emotional response because he doesn't know, and Ygritte has every right to be upset by that.
But No, D&D saw a chance for a sex joke.
... oh shit, BIRB OF DEATH SCRITCHIES!!!
Actually, given how much of himself Bran's been loosing in the warg, I wonder if keeping your sense of self is something you can teach, so that even after death, the warg in the bird knows what he's doing, or if the death grudge is just so strongly imprinted on the warg, that even lost to the animal instincts and mind of the bird, the hatred for Jon lives on, even if the warg/bird no longer understands why he hates this human specifically.
"There were three hundred of us." "Us?" Mance said sharply. "Them. Three hundred of them." Whatever is asked, the Halfhand said. So why do I feel so craven?
Probably because you've just realised you are alone with no back up from the Watch, telling Mance is different when it's a ploy you can justify as orders, compared to now when the plan, such as it is, has been stripped away and all that's left is handing over information to save your own life because your people are already dead.
I do love that he spared a moment to wonder after Sam. besties!
(... It would be a little funny (to me) if he mentioned the worry about Sam out loud, and Ygritte and Tormund (and others) got the impression that Jon's just not into girls. Cock works fine, he's just not into girls. ... except with how this series treats non-straight sexualities, and the free folk's focus on siring strong children. meh, free folk are free-love/love-is-love positive AU)
... I can't decide how I feel about the book Ygritte/Jon ship.
On one hand, she is protecting him, lying to say he's more loyal to the free folk than he is, at her own risk. But then she turns around and uses that to make him feel indebted, even if that wasn't her intention, because, on the other hand, like Tormund was saying earlier in the chapter, by the ways of the free folk, Jon has 'stolen' Ygritte, by her own culture, they're effectively in a relationship already, Jon did the equivalent of courting.
I don't know, I think, book version, I'd feel more comfortable seeing more shifting in their power dynamics, a sense of equality and friendship grown free of deception, some time apart and a reunion in which they're actually meeting on equal footing before any kind of sexual shenanigans happened.
(I'm just one of those people who thinks fully informed consent is The sexiest thing in the universe. followed closely by competence.)
Show ship had more appearance of equal footing, and the actor chemistry carried a lot of the ship weight for me. There was more return flirting before they wound up in the cave, and afterwards, the regrets (felt like they) were about ending up on opposing sides, and then never getting a chance to reconcile before she was dying in his arms.
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hi!! congrats on 300!! can i request angst prompt: “I don't need help. I need an end to this pain." thank you<3
Thank you so much <3
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Words: 770 (at this point if it's below 1000 words i'm calling it a win)
Content warnings: *miscarriage/pregnancy loss* - this is the theme of the entire drabble, so please heed the warning if you need to
The house has never seemed so quiet, the clicking of the front door shut almost so loud it’s deafening, echoing throughout the silence of their home.
It had only been 10 hours since they were last here, Emily waking him in the middle of the night, one hand clutching her stomach and the other holding his arm in a death grip.
“Something’s wrong.”
He drove her to the hospital, asked Jessica to rush over to look after Jack, to take him to school in the morning.
Their worst fears were confirmed by a kind doctor in the ER, and Aaron watches his wife break in front of him, sobbing as the doctor explains the next steps. Their world changed again only a few days after it had been changed by two small lines on a stick.
Aaron can’t take his eyes off her, watching as she walks slowly towards the stairs, clearly in as much pain as she had been for hours. Her movements slow and sluggish, none of her usual grace to be found.
“Let me help you up the stairs.” He says, reaching for her, stepping back when she shrugs him off immediately. The silence she had lived in since she was discharged snapping, her voice coming out ragged.
“I don't need help. I need an end to this pain.” She blows out a breath, shakes her head as if it will stop the tears that have already fallen. “It hurts. I am in pain.”
Aaron has to clench his teeth to stop himself from falling apart right there, as if the tension in his jaw was the only thing keeping him upright. She’s not just talking about the physical pain she’s in, he knows that, but that was the part he could help with right now.
“You go upstairs,” he says gently, “I’ll go get some water for your meds. Maybe warm up your heating pad?”
“Sounds good.” Emily wipes her face with the heels of her hands, the tears immediately replaced with fresh ones. She turns and walks up the stairs in silence. The distance to their bedroom had never felt so long.
She settles into bed, time moving around her like it wasn’t real. Like she was in a glass box, everything around her was fuzzy, slightly off. Aaron enters the room a few minutes later, a glass of water in one hand, the prescription she had been given at the hospital in the other, her heating pad tucked under his arm.
“Here you go.” He says, passing them to her, clearing his throat as he watches her take the pills. “I can stay if you want,” he offers, as lost as she’d ever heard him, “or I can go. There’s always paperwork.”
She smiles, the first one since before this had all started. It shakes, is twinned with the tears that still shine in her eyes, but it’s there. And it makes the tiniest bit of hope plant seeds in his chest.
“Aaron,” she breathes out, “I always want you to stay.”
He doesn’t need telling twice, climbing in next to her and gently pulls her into his arms. She thinks it might be the most gentle he had ever been. She curls into him, burying her face into his neck as he places the heating pad on her stomach, the seemingly ever present pain not dissipating.
For a moment, a fleeting moment, she’s taken back to a cold room in Italy, when she was 15 and alone, the same pain leaving her breathless. Then she remembers where she is, and as quickly as that thought arrived she pushes it away. Let’s herself remember that she’s lying with the man she loves, her husband, in the bed they share in the house they own together. It didn’t make it hurt less, physically or otherwise, but it made it a tiny bit easier to take.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, the words catching in her chest.
“Oh sweetheart,” he replies, kissing the top of her head fiercely, pulling her impossibly closer, “you have nothing to apologise for.” He buries his hand into her hair. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”
She nods against him, because there is no other response she can come up with, and lets him hold her together, pull her back into one piece until she can do it herself. She feels something damp against the top of her head, only realising a few seconds later that he had his face buried in her hair, his tears falling onto her scalp.
“I really wanted the baby, Aaron.”
“I know, love. Me too.” -x-
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#shadowhuntersedit#morgencest#clary x jonathan#jonathan morgenstern#clary fray#shadowhunters#my edit#i told you i have pile of life related stress and tending to my children like that is the ultimate destresser so is SPAM FOR MYSELF#i am never over this (she will echo the same gentleness with him later on after severing the connection when there are no more#chances for them when the end has come to an end and she still came back to him to give him softness so that he could die in her arms)#in that iconique 3b trailer scene WITH CHEEK CARESS judge judy gif#please their expressions are everything like there is nothing else but them THESE TWO ARE PEAK ACTING IN GENERAL AND WITH EACH OTHER#ON THIS SHOW and this is GOSPEL the way she's gentle hahah WHEW (that promo: what it will do to him WILL IT HURT????#clary in her DON'T TOUCH MY JON ONLY I CAN TOUCH MY JON AND ONLY I CAN HURT HIM AND THEN PATCH HIM UP WITH SOFT#HANDS AND LOVING MOUTH mode is the best clary LALALA) and he's pliant and pouting and vulnerable AND HE SPEAKS A LOT#HIS TAUNTS HIS PROVOCATIONS HIS JABS but not here for these few seconds THEY ARE SO COMPLETELY EACH OTHER'S#in that bond that goes deeper than some edom magic#'like gravity from underneath we can't outrun our destiny it's in our flesh it's in our blood'#ALSO HURT AND COMFORT is so them (in that raised together shaped into weapons au but also HER TEACHING HIM LIFE TOGETHER and he#doesn't know anything beyond pain but she shows him she shows him SOOTHING AFTER PAIN) anyway GOODNIGHT
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MOON SONG- L.LAUFEYSON
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.9 k
Summary: sneaking out to meet your prince at all hours of the night just so happens to be your favourite past time, especially when it ends in gentle love making. 
Warnings: SMUT ( unprotected sex, reader riding the beautiful boy) , pet names, thigh riding, size kink ( belly bulge), squirting, praise kink, kissing, sum hickies, cock warming, andddd im pretty sure thats it!
Notes: this is fluffy smut! i love soft loki * heart eyes* he kinda turns bit into a sub at one point, he goes even SOFTER! but he is overall the dominate one in this relationship.
Note x2: thank you guys so so much for 500 followers. words cannot express how thankful i am, you guys mean the world to me. im so happy i can share my work in such a loving and supportive environment. sending you all hugs n kisses! let me know in my ask if you guys want somethin special ( like a fic request etc) for the milestone! love you all more than anything
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Don’t leave me waiting little dove. 
His husky voice fluttered through your head as you gently padded through the castle halls, the shimmering moonlight illuminating your path. The clock struck eleven as you turned the corner, the castle lay asleep. 
Except for one resident. The god of mischief never slept. 
Late in the night, he would call for you, each message the same.
 Don’t leave him waiting.  You never did. You never wanted to. 
What happened behind closed doors was something you longed for. It was different every time, some nights being rough and hard, others soft, gentle touches and praises. You had fallen head over heels for the man, and he adored you just the same. The thought of tonight brought a blush to your cheeks, and dull aching in your core as you passed closed doors.
 Finally. 
You had reached it. The double doors loomed above the others at the end of the hall, calling to you like a beacon. Picking up your pace, you gathered your pale white nightgown in your hands. A few strides later, you arrived at the doors, moonlight dancing across the large handles.
 Little dove… the gentle voice echoed in the back of your mind, taunting you as you opened the door and slipped inside as soft as a mouse. 
The sweet smell of vanilla and cashmere tingled your senses as you surveyed the throne room. Candles were lit everywhere, casting a warm glow across the walls, making shadows dance and flicker. Your gaze met the center of the room, and that’s when you saw him. Perched upon the golden throne, bathed in all its glory. It was times like these you truly remembered he was a god. His dark hair was tousled around his sharp cheekbones, emerald eyes gleaming in delight at the sight of you.
 “ Hello, little dove.”
 His voice was soft, gentle as a cat’s purr. It made you warm and fuzzy, knowing you were the only person in the world the prince would ever speak to in that manner. With a giggle, you ran to him, a smile breaking out across his face as you trotted up the stairs to greet him. “Hi baby.” you quipped, and he laughed with a roll of his eyes. Loki patted his polyester clad thigh, and you happily obeyed his silence command, straddling his thigh to face him. 
“How’s my pretty girl doing tonight hmm?” Oh. It was one of those nights. You smiled as his hand came up to cup your face, thumb stroking your tinted cheeks softly. A purr escaped you as his other hand came up to rest on your bare thigh, your nightgown slowly bunching up. 
“She’s doing alright I guess. She’s seeing this really cute guy she just can’t get enough of.” you sighed dramatically and he stifled back a laugh. “ May I ask who this guy is?” You grinned, batting your eyelashes at him. “ I don’t know Loki you wouldn’t like him. He’s mean and scary and super scared of spiders-”
 “Okay that’s enough out of you for tonight you minx” He growled, tickling your sides. You shrieked, gripping his shoulders as laughter shook through your body. “ I missed you.” he purred, hands resuming their position to capture your jaw softly. You slid your hands up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots gently as you pressed your lips to his. 
Loki’s soft pink lips tasted sweet, like fresh berries on a summer day. Coaxing his tongue in your mouth, your tongues lightly battled for dominance. “Missed you more.” you mumbled as the kiss broke, resting your forehead against his own. Running your hands down his chest, you sighed in content, feeling more and more wetness pool down onto his pants. Underwear wasn’t allowed near Loki. 
You learned that fairly quickly, much earlier on. 
You were getting desperate, with his presence so near. Loki knew this. He could see your cheeks getting more flushed by the second, your breathing becoming uneven. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he stroked your thigh gently, chuckling to himself at the way your body respond to his touches. Loki's hand snaked closer to your core, lifting up your nightgown slightly. 
“ Such a good girl for following the rules.” he cooed and you whimpered. Whimpered. At his words alone. 
His knee began to bounce slowly and your hands snaked up to grip his shoulders tightly. “ Greedy girl” he tsked, mouth curling into a coy smile as you began to roll your hips against him. The feelings against your clit had you moaning, the fabric and the movement of his knee sending jolts through your body. “Don’t tease…” you gasped, his hands holding your hips, guiding your movements. 
“ I am the god of mischief darling. Or have you forgotten?” he chuckled, leaning in closer to nibble at your neck The sleeve of your nightgown slid down slowly with each grind against his thigh, causing a growl to escape his throat. Loki peppered kisses down your collarbone, teasing you with little licks and bites. You felt the build up in your core about to shatter as he mumbled sweet nothings into your skin, kissing you after each one. 
Such a good girl for me little dove. I adore you. You taste so sweet little one, like honey. 
Each praise spurred you on, and you rolled your hips faster as he bounced his knee quicker. Your nails were clawing onto him, fists clenched tightly onto the fabric as your neck rolled back in pleasure. “ Please, please, please!” you cried out softly, and his hand slipped down to rub little circles on your bundle of nerves. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you shudder. “Ohh goddd Lokii!” you wailed, head turning to mush. 
“ Fall apart for me, my little dove. I promise I’ll catch you.”
 You shattered. Euphoria washed over you and your vision went white. The prince guided you through your high, growling as your cum dripped down and smeared all over his pants. “ You’ve made quite a mess honey love.” he whispered and you giggled softly. “ It adds character to them.” you smiled, palming his very evident erection. He hissed and you began to unbuckle his pants, the sound of metal clinking adding to your excitement. 
“ Cheeky little thing tonight aren’t you?’ 
“You love it.”
 You freed him from his constraints, his cock hitting his stomach lightly. You never got used to how big he was. He was enormous. That much was very prominent when he was filling you up to the brim…
 “ Where did you go little dove?” he murmured, sliding you over to hover over him. “ Was just admiring how pretty you are, lover boy.” You swore a faint blush tinted over his cheeks at that, a purr rumbling from his chest as he bit his lip. Your fingers traced his lips, and Loki opened his mouth just enough to let two of them inside, swirling his tongue around the digits and letting them go with a pop. “ Pretty pretty boy…” you giggled, trailing your finger down his chest until you firmly grabbed his shaft, lining yourself up to your entrance. “ Has anyone ever told you how ravishing you look?” he reassured, causing you to look up at him and meet his loving gaze, his pupils wide as saucers. 
“ I look more ravishing when I’m filled.” you whispered, sinking down on him slowly. The two of you moaned at the feeling, Loki's head thrown back in satisfaction of your tight walls hugging him. You took this as an opportunity to mark up his neck as he did to you, leaving kisses and little love marks as he slowly filled you up.
 Your walls clenched him tightly, a hiss leaving his throat. “You’re so tight, little love. Ruined any other pussy for me” he praised and you whimpered. He sat fully inside you now, and you had never felt so full. “ Oh look at you.” he cooed, peering down at your form on his lap. “ You’re so pretty stuffed full of cock baby. You feel me right there?” Loki's hand snaked down to press slightly on the bulge in your tummy, causing you to gasp and shutter.
 Head draped across his neck, he allowed you to get used to his size. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, whether it was a quick hard fuck or lovemaking, such as it was now- you never fully got used to his size. He praised you softly as he bottomed out, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. “C- can I move?” you whimpered and he groaned at the innocence in your voice. “Gods yes.”
 With that, you began to move your hips slowly, bouncing up and down on him, panting gently. “S’good..” you whined, his hands cupping your hips to help guide you. Loki's moans synced with yours, pleasure washing over the two of you. He was so deep inside you, your walls squeezing him with each thrust, you felt as if you had died and gone to heaven. Teeth and tongues clashed as you kissed him hungrily, muffling his husky moans.
 “I. Love. You.” you cried between clenched teeth with each bounce. “ Norms I love you more little dove. Taking me so well.” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening enough to bruise. 
“Please-” your voice broke off, your orgasm about to crash into you like a train wreck. “Shhh I know. Cum for me dove.” With a cry you came all over his cock, liquid gushing everywhere as your head lulled forward and met his neck.
 You bit down on his skin to muffle the screams that threatened to leave your throat, not wanting to wake the whole castle. That spurred the prince even more as he gripped your hips harder, snapping them up and down even quicker until he came with a grunt inside your quivering cunt. 
“ You know you could do that honey?” he asked, stroking your hair gently as the two of you came down from the highs. “No and I am so sorry Loki-” 
“Do not apologize. Hottest shit I’ve fuckin seen.” he growled and you giggled at his reaction. “ You think we should tell them soon?” you croaked, voice hoarse from crying his name. Loki's hand slid down to rest on your shaking thighs and began to remove himself from you softly. “No. Wanna stay like this.” you swatted at his firm chest and he chuckled, leaving you as you were. Cum trickled down your thighs, a mixture of his and yours. Loki's thumb rubbed circles in the mess, spearing it around your thigh, looking down to meet your gaze. 
“ Would you like to little dove?” That’s one of the many things you liked about Loki. He always asked what you wanted. He never pushed you, never made a decision that involved you without your opinion. “ I think I want to soon. I don’t think Frigga or Thor would mind. Hopefully, Odin won’t either. I feel like it’s something we should do.” He snorted and you smacked him lightly again. 
“ Who cares what Odin thinks. We don’t have to do anything you don’t feel one hundred percent comfortable with.” You smiled, snuggling deeper into his chest as he held you, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that lingered on the far wall at the moon above.
 “Okay.” you whispered, your eyes drooping slightly.
 “Okay.” he purred, and you felt the most content you had in a long, long time.
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Come Back Home (Bucky x reader)
Come back home
Bucky x reader
Word count: 3,061
Summary: You were getting worse and were afraid to hurt Bucky, but unable to hide it. Instead of talking it out, you ran away. Embarrassed and afraid, you avoid the calls and voicemails from the man you left. But one night, you can’t help but listen to them, and you need to hear his voice.
Warnings: depression, reader blames herself, Bucky blames himself, anxiety attack, lots of tears, lots of fluff and comfort
I actually got this idea from @thelifeof.jana on TikTok, she posts different scenarios with comfort characters and I wanted to make it into a fic. 
Tags: @buckfics @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @stucky-on-spiderman @thatfangirl42 @thundering-barnes   
A/N: It’s nearly finals week and it is CRUNCH TIME so I’ve been writing when I can, I apologize for the sporadic-ness of it. Thanks for sticking with me! 
A/N 2: I left a few things to interpretation, such as a nightmare. Insert what you want, I know everyone has different experiences and I wanted this to be as relatable to as many people as I could. I also left out when y/n gives an address because 1) I don’t know New York and 2) It’s likely somebody’s address in real life so...interpretation. 
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Your phone began ringing, piercing the otherwise silent house and startling you
Answer it.
You stared at the phone, taking a deep breath.
Ring 
You picked it up and turned it over, closing your eyes and letting a breath out.
Don’t answer it.
You looked at the screen again, seeing the name of your favorite person.
Bucky…
Ring 
Answer it
No. 
Please, I wanna hear his voice.
I can’t
Ring
Letting a breath out, you put the phone down and sat on the floor next to your bed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Then you were left in the silence once again.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, waiting a few more seconds for the next noise. Sure enough, your phone made a sound, notifying you of yet another voicemail.
Another addition to your library of ignored messages.
You picked up your phone, clicking to see the messages you never listened to.
25 unheard messages. All of them from Bucky. 
Your finger hovered over them for a moment, allowing yourself to ponder listening to them. But you sighed, closing your phone and placing it back on the nightstand. You couldn’t listen to them. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist calling him back. And you couldn’t take that risk. 
You’d spent this much time without him. Once you heard his voice you’d be spilling everything to him. Just like you used to. Which is why you left in the first place. 
Bucky was special to you. He always had been. Despite all the trauma he’d gone through, he was still kind and gentle. He had been the one to pull you out of the dark place you were in at the time. He was always there to talk to you, listen to you, or help you take care of yourself when you just couldn’t anymore. He’d sat through many of your panic attacks and calm you down if you had a nightmare, just as you would for him. He would drop anything for you, you always came first.
And that was the problem.
He did too much for you, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This man had already gone through so much pain and suffering and was finally getting better. He was going out more and the nightmares happened much less often. You were grateful for the love he gave you, and you loved him more than anything.
Which is why you couldn’t bring him down anymore. So, one day when he was out on a mission, you had packed up your few positions and left him a note.
Bucky,
I just wanted you to know that I love you so much, but I have to go now. I’m sorry. 
-Y/n
You had to keep it brief. If you said anything more you knew you’d say too much, and it would only make leaving harder. And if he knew you were leaving because you were hurting too much, he wouldn’t stop until he found you.
Not that he wasn’t looking for you know.
You had rented out a room in the cheapest hotel your could find in somewhere-New-York-City. It was small, it wasn’t the cleanest, but it was fine. You didn’t care, it was functional. Within hours of leaving, your phone started ringing. Not that you answered. You couldn’t, not when you would start crying once you heard his voice.
You got many texts and calls that night. 
What happened?
Where are you? Y/n are you okay??
Tell me where you are, we can talk this out, please.
You couldn’t bring yourself to read more than that. You silenced his messages and let the calls go to voicemail, never able to bring yourself to reject a call, instead letting it ring all the way until he got the same voicemail message every time.
Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!
The same fake cheery message every time, giving an empty promise.
What you didn’t know was that on the other end of the line, Bucky was shattering a bit more with each voicemail he left. 
Bucky’s POV:
He couldn’t understand what could have happened. Why you had left all of a sudden. He knew you had some bad days, and the first time he had read it he was terrified that you had done something. He usually was able to see when things were getting bad again but he couldn’t think of what he could have missed. When he saw that you had read his texts that night, seeing the word read appear after a few of them, he told himself that you were okay. 
Because he didn’t know what he was going to do if you weren’t.
What you didn’t know was that you had helped Bucky just as much if not more so than he had helped you. His nightmares happened less often because you were there with him every night. He was more outgoing because you had dragged him out to those first few bars and parties. He felt happier because he was helping you, and you made him feel safe and wanted.
And then you left.
He couldn’t sleep most nights, worried about you. Most of the nights he did sleep, he dreamt about you and everything that could have happened. He called you every day, multiple times, needing desperately to hear your voice. He withdrew again, only going on one mission when the team absolutely needed him. It was his only sense of purpose anymore, but it meant nothing compared to what you had meant to him
But you didn’t know that. Because you hadn’t opened any of his messages yet. 
It was late now, and Bucky was discouraged. It had been over a week since you had left, and his texts had gone unread ever since a the first night you left. It wasn’t a long time. But it was still too long. He decided to try your phone once more. 
Ring 
Ring 
Ring 
Ring 
Bucky closed his eyes, begging you would pick up, silently knowing you wouldn’t.
Ring 
Ring 
“Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!”
Sighing, he got ready to leave a voicemail. After the beep he said, broken.
“Please y/n. Come back home.”
Your POV:
You sighed as yet another round of rings echoed through your apartment, hearing the notification soon after, notifying you of yet another new voicemail. 
You looked at the time. 11:03 P.M.
You sighed, knowing you should get some sleep. But no matter how tired you were, you knew that once you closed your eyes, you would have nightmares again. And no one would be here this time. 
You couldn’t deny it, you weren’t doing well. Your appetite had diminished and you relied heavily on caffeine to supplement the sleep you refused to get. Not that it helped your appetite in any way.
You would go through the motions, make it to work (most days) and get through the day just to...get through the day. You weren’t living really. Just surviving. You knew it was getting bad again, some nights so dark you weren’t sure if you would see the light the next day. Yet you couldn’t let yourself call him. You didn’t want to hurt him.
But you didn’t know that you had already hurt him more by leaving than you ever could’ve by staying.
You sighed, knowing that eventually, you were going to need to sleep. Might as well try to. You didn’t know if for sure you would have a nightmare, so may as well try?
That turned out to be wishful thinking.
Major wishful thinking. 
You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat and looking around the room frantically. When you realized it was just a dream, you put your face in your hands and felt tears immediately prick your eyes.
When was this going to stop?
You felt your chest contract as you realized the truth. It wasn’t. Not like this at least.
Just over a week and you were already at your breaking point.
Call him
You looked at the time. 2:47 AM.
You couldn’t call him now.
Call him.
You opened your phone and found Bucky’s contact, finger hovering over the name once again. At the last second, you clicked your voicemail inbox instead, scrolling back down to the first one on the night you left.
“Y/n?”
Your breath hitched as you heard his voice, fresh tears pricking your eyes. Not just from his voice and how much you had missed it, but also the absolute panic in his voice.
“Where are you? Are you okay? Why- why did you leave? Please, answer the phone, I need to know you’re okay.”
You clicked on another one from a few hours later.
“Y/n, please, I saw you read the first few texts I sent. Please answer the phone. We can talk this out, whatever it is just - please call me.”
Tears were falling from your eyes, and you didn’t have it in your power or even the desire to stop them. You flicked to another one that was sent a few days later, this one was longer. 
“Please y/n,” it started, his voice soft and cracking with emotion. “Where are you? Just - just tell me where you are, please. I need you. These past few days it’s like I hear your voice and then there’s nothing. I miss you so much. I’m nothing without you please....please just come back home. I don’t care what you did or think you did or why you left. I love you. And I could never stop loving you. I can come get you, we can talk this out. Please. I can’t do this without you. I - I’m falling apart.”
You were now sobbing as you flicked over to your text messages and clicked on Bucky’s name, seeing texts upon texts from him.
One of the more recent one’s caught your attention.
“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
Never, never in your heart did you ever think Bucky would think that he had done something to drive you away. Your heart broke, realizing he could be blaming himself for your leaving. It was never his fault. It could never be his fault.
With shaking hands, you pressed the phone icon below his name, bringing the phone to your ear as you listened to it ring.
You tried to control your breathing through the tears, falling apart after a few seconds of thinking you had it together.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Please pick up, I need to hear your voice.
Ring 
I’m sorry this is all my fault.
Ring 
Please, I -
“Hello?”
Your breath hitched and your eyes flew open. Your words got caught in your mouth, having no idea what to say. Bucky, on the other side of the line, hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. He hadn’t fully fallen asleep yet, but the tiredness was evidence in his voice.
“Hello?” he said again
“I’m sorry,” you choked out.
Bucky’s eyes flew open and he pulled away his phone, seeing your name across the screen. All exhaustion was gone from his body, and he heard you trying to control your breathing on the other side of the line.
“Y/n?”
“I’m so sorry…” you said again, breaking out into sobs.
“Y/n, can you tell me what’s wrong? Where are you?” he said, panicked and getting out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shoes.
“I’m sorry, Bucky, I’m so sorry,” you said again, not being able to say much else. 
“Y/n, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay. But I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that for me?”
He waited for a moment while you tried to pull yourself together enough to repeat the address of the hotel.
As you did, Bucky was already out the door and in the car, starting it and putting you on speaker, driving as fast as he could to the hotel and ignoring all traffic signals. It was the middle of the night, and you were not okay.
“I’ll be there soon, angel, can you keep talking to me?
“I’m sorry Bucky…”
“It’s okay y/n. You’re okay. We’re okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
His words didn’t reach your ears, your breathing getting harder to control and your tears fell faster. You had fucked up, this was your fault. Why did you call him, now he knows where you are and you were going to burden him with all your shit again. 
He could hear your breathing become labored as he sped further towards your location. He tried talking to you more but he soon realized that he wouldn’t be of much use until he was in front of you. His heart was breaking and he was hoping nothing was seriously wrong. 
But you wouldn’t have called him like this if nothing was wrong.
Clenching his jaw, he scanned the street signs for yours, knowing the city well enough to know he was close. 
When he pulled up to the street, he couldn’t help but wince at how dingy this place was. It was run down and the smell was putrid. He was so sad that this was where you had run off to. He took his phone, saying how he was here but it fell upon deaf ears. You weren’t calm enough to hear his voice from the phone you had dropped when you had moved to cover your face instead.
Bucky took the stairs 3 at a time, getting to your room in record time. He pounded on the door, trying the knob even though he knew it would be locked. Calling out your name and getting no response, he decided to break the door in. It was barely hanging on its hinges anyway.
“Y/n? Y/n where are you?” he called out, met only with the sounds of your labored breathing. He followed it to your room, where you had curled yourself into a ball against the headboard, hands covering your face as you struggled to breathe. 
He walked over to your side, reaching out his hand but thinking better at the last moment. He needed to make sure you knew that he was there, he didn’t want to scare you.
“Y/n?” he starts softly. 
You lifted your head and looked around yourself wildly, startled when you saw the figure of a man standing in front of you, trying to push him away. He grabbed your arms and you tried to break free
How did he get in here? 
What does he want with me? 
Why- 
Your eyes settle on his. Light blue eyes, staring right back into yours. You knew them, you were safe with them. Your own eyes, red  and blotchy flash with realization and you let out a sob. 
“Bucky…”
He took you into his arms as sobs wracked your body, rubbing an arm up and down your back in efforts to calm your shaking form. He was repeating comforting words over and over again. You clung to his shirt as you kept apologizing over and over again, not knowing what else to say - or even how to say it. 
“I’m sorry”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Shh, y/n, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m here. I got you.”
You tried to focus on his heartbeat, steady and strong, as you tried to take deep breaths. Eventually your tears slowed down as you still clung to him, tears drying on your face as you were able to deepen your breathing to match his. His hand still rubbed up and down your back as the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes.
You took a shaky breath. “I - I’m so sorry Bucky.”
Bucky took a deep breath and held her a little more tightly. He could still feel her heart racing. What could she possibly have to be sorry for?
“What happened y/n?”
You felt tears prick your eyes again. Sadness, shame, embarrassment and made you feel sick to your stomach. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before you were able to speak. 
“I - I don’t know.”
“Please y/n. Tell me why you left.”
“I just… I was… “ you swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “It was getting bad again,” you said, voice barely audible. 
Bucky clenched his jaw, angry at himself that he didn’t see it. “Why didn’t you tell me? I told you you could talk to me about anything.”
You screwed your eyes shut. “That was the problem…”
Bucky pulled you back to look at you. “What?”
Your eyes darted everywhere but Bucky’s face. You didn’t want to see the pained expression you knew he’d have right now. You took a deep breath. 
“I just… you were doing so well. And I - I just felt so bad for bringing you down all the time. You would drop anything for me, and you were always there and you were always perfect but I wasn’t.” you finally looked at him. “And I left because I realized I was never going to be.” You shook your head slightly. “I didn’t want to put you through that when you were doing so well.”
You looked away, unable to look at Bucky’s sad eyes any longer. Bucky broke the silence after a few moments. “You were the only reason I was better.”
 Now it was your turn to look at him confused. “What?”
“You brought me out to places when all I wanted was to hide. The nightmares stopped because you were there to make me feel safe. Every time I helped you, I was helping me too,” he said, voice cracking. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me. You weren’t too much for me, you never could be.” 
When you still looked unsure, he moved his hand to cup your cheek. “It’s okay to let people help you, y/n.”
Tears pooled in your eyes once again. That had been what you had said to him when he began closing himself off, be it an intense nightmare or being triggered. Back when things were bad. Like they were for you now.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“It’s okay.” he whispered, hugging you again. “Let’s go home.”
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*James Conrad x reader*
Parts: Oneshot/Drabble
Words: 1.7k
Prompt: "Imagine being on Skull Island (or somewhere equally as fucky) and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only for several pairs of eyes to reflect back. His hand tightens around yours and every muscle in his lean body tenses. That deep voice gets low and quiet, warning you not to run. The second you try to bolt--because duh-- he tugs you against his firm chest and his lips are on your ear."
A.N.: This is a gift for @hopelessromanticspoonie who had this idea yesterday 💚✨ She (and her lovely anon) deserve some Conrad goodness! I hope you guys enjoy this quick little snippet 🖤 I am actually writing a longer Conrad series currently, but that will still take a while ☺️
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The low growling sounds outside your tent should have been warning enough, had they already sufficed to wake you up in the first place. If not that, then at least the distant screeching that carried through the cold night air at a bone-chilling frequency, haunting echoes in your mind filling the silence in between.
You should never have left your tent, should never have come on this bloody excursion to the middle of nowhere in the first place! But of course, you just had to be curious and go check on the noise by yourself instead of waiting for one of the men with the heavy guns to take care of it. Just had to prove to them that you weren't just the frail and frightened little thing they saw in you no matter what you did. You had to prove it to him. James Conrad, the man of both your daydreams and sleepless nights. Gods, you had been falling for him from the first day of this doomed mission. Him, with his incredible blue eyes and that unforgettable voice that could put the fear of God into every soul when he bellowed commands across any battlefield, and that yet would recite Shakespeare in the softest flowing melody like he was born to do nothing else. A voice dipped in liquid sin that should not be uttering compliments like languished breaths in the dark. Not without unravelling you softly in the sweetest torture known to man.
Well, you should have gotten a grip on yourself and your pathetic insecurities and just told him how badly you'd fallen for him days ago. Now, however, you were going to die lonely and frustrated, a mere hundred yards away from the well protected camp you'd been stupid enough to leave. Great job, idiot…
The same growling that had woken you up was all around you now, louder, so much louder than before and you couldn't believe that you had been so stupid to walk into this trap of… whatever was lurking in the darkness around you now. You didn't dare to move, didn't dare to make a sound… and simply clung onto the childish belief that if you couldn't see what was stalking you right now, it couldn't see you either. Not that you would've been able to see much anyway, with the stream of tears that was running down your cheeks now.
"Y/n! Are you out of your mind?! You shouldn't be out here alone in the middle of the night!" Conrad's scolding voice behind you, in that delicious British accent nevertheless, sent an immediate shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for more than one reason this time around. Gods, he was here… you only hoped that he had come as your salvation and not a second course to the hidden predators' nightly meal.
"James… They're everywhere, in the darkness… I'm so sorry." You whispered in a tear laced voice, too far frozen in your fear to turn around to him even when you felt his radiant presence coming up right next to you. So close that his warmth was almost seething on the chilled skin of your arm and shoulder. Gods… you had been so stupid indeed; you were absolutely bloody frightened and helpless out here, who had you been trying to fool!
When Conrad finally switched on his flashlight to shed some literal light onto the darkness ahead that you were still staring at relentlessly, you barely held back your startled scream by biting down hard on your bottom lip. There were eyes, so many eyes that reflected the light right back at you from the undergrowth in a glowing hollowness that spoke of nothing but hungry fixation and thus, impending death. Conrad next to you tensed in an instant, every muscle in his lean body coiling in a display of controlled strength, preparing to fight and defend himself. Or rather to defend both of you, for not even a broken second later his hand wrapped tightly around your lower arm as if purely on instinct, and your breath caught in your throat in return. A few deafening heartbeats long you both stayed frozen like that, until slowly, painfully, deliciously slowly, his hand slid down your arm to hold your hand instead, interlacing your fingers with his in the same unfaltering, strong hold.
"Don't move…" He drawled under his breath, commanding you with the deep tone of his voice alone to surrender his will no matter what he said. Thus you could only clasp his hand in a death grip in return, breath coming out in shallow pants as your heart thundered in your chest like the storm approaching in the distance.
And yet, when another loud growl announced that these beasts were drawing closer to you still, almost up your neck already with their teeth or claws sunk deeply into your tender flesh, the sound startled you so far beyond your reason that your flight instinct grew unbearable at last. Every fibre in your body burst in panic, and you bolted without thought, without reason, but you did not get far. Fast as lightning to match the thunder in your heart, Conrad's arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest, holding you tightly against his strong body while your excess adrenaline merely caused you to whimper into the soft fabric of his shirt.
"Shhh... I've got you." His voice was surprisingly soft now, reassuring and calming almost as if just to soothe your fears, while the gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver for entirely different reasons. A soaring heart and tingling exhilaration made for an odd mix combined with the prominent fear of death, but in the end it only heightened your every sense to the incredible. If you were to die now, you at least would do so wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved. La petite mort, only in the opposite direction of what you would have wanted for him and you.
"James…" You breathed into his chest, desperately trying to keep yourself from trembling too noticeably, which only made him tighten his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath.
"Shush now, darling, and listen to me…" He replied in an equally quiet tone, still staring into the hollow eyes of death with his head so closely next to yours. "I will throw the flashlight ahead into the forest as far as I can to cause a decent distraction, and then you and I will run back to camp without turning back. We should be safe behind the barriers we've set up. Do you understand?"
You nodded slowly with a shuddering breath, then turned your head ever so slightly to glance up at him with all those sharp lines of his stern features, while at the same time he dropped his arm from around you and instead took a tight hold of your hand again. Then in the matter of broken seconds, he threw the flashlight as far away from your path as he could, and finally dashed off back towards your camp while pulling you along by your hand. You were quick to comply, running as fast as you could while your lungs burned all the more, but both Conrad's death grip on your hand and the howling behind your back made for a magnificent motivation to keep running either way.
The hundred yards still were torture to your mind and body, but even without the light you could see the barriers drawing nearer and nearer. When you finally reached the gate of the improvised defenses, Conrad didn't waste any time to rush you through before it was barred off from the inside right behind you. The howling, however, remained right outside before the gates and still made your blood freeze over even now from the safety of your camp. Good gods… you really had cheated death. Again.
Panting, you finally dared to look up at Conrad once more. He was still clutching your hand as if he was afraid you would vanish if he let go, and when his burning gaze met yours in that undivided intensity, you couldn't keep your lips from trembling, nor your words from spilling over at last. "I'm so sorry, I… I really didn't mean to cause you so much trouble, I'm so sorry, I just… wanted to prove to you that I'm worth your-..."
You didn't get any further when his hand rose to cup your cheeks with a start, elegant fingers entangling in your hair as he pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours in every bit of passion and urgency you had been yearning for for so long. It took you but a broken second of surprise before you melted against him with a faint moan, returning everything he gave you and everything you had beyond. This was heaven… A heaven you were granted only after surviving in hell.
When you finally pulled back, both breathless far more thoroughly than just from your run, Conrad leaned his forehead against yours so very gently, and yet refused to release you from his incessant hold. "You are worth all there is and more, darling. I can bear absolutely anything for you, and with you, you must know that. All except for losing you."
"I'm so sorry." You breathed, eyes closed as you revelled in the roaring waves of unadulterated affection washing over both of you now. "You won't lose me, I… I won't let that happen. I've got you just the same."
Your words brought a smile to his face, you could feel it all around you, could feel it against your lips a second later. He wasn't a man of many words, you knew that, but the ones he spoke were always the most beautiful and honest to his soul. So you did know indeed, you both had each other and that was all you would need.
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The Clock — Sneak Peek
Hello,
This is now the intro to the Clock! lol I knew we'd come back round. Thank you for all the love and support. ❤️
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Fatigue is starting to feel like a friend.
A partner to keep pace with him as he moves from task to task, lingering no matter how hard he tries to wave it away.
It’s persistent. Hovering nearby, waiting for an opportunity to assert itself. So constant that some nights he almost hates to sleep at all, hates to give those captured few hours an opening to let him know how tired he really is. As if he needs reminding.
He feels like he’s surviving on coffee, remembering to start a new pot even when he forgets to eat. He’s not sure when he stopped tasting it, stopped caring if it was even hot as long as it was strong. 
Each cup acts like a log sheet of his time. One more hour. One more cup. One more hour. One more cup. On and on until the drip runs dry, until he’s so fidgety that he has no choice but to take a walk. True exhaustion and false exhilaration echoing with each step whether it’s on carpet or concrete. 
He really should sleep. But he can’t. Can’t seem to pull himself away from the work, too focused to even remove the badge digging into his side as he hunches over his coffee table and carefully arranged stacks of papers.
Never has been able to leave something unfinished. Never has been able to turn his back on something right in front of him.
Tick. Tick. Tick. 
Has the clock on the wall always been so loud? Has it always moved so fast? 
Maybe it’s broken.
Tick. Tick. Tick. 
Maybe he can fix it.
“Javi.”
His head jerks up at the sound of his mother’s voice, so surprised that he drops the file he’d been holding and squints up at that same loud clock just to ground himself. 
She shouldn’t be here. It’s too early. Too late. She shouldn’t be here. But she is.
She’s standing in the light from the front room lamp, a soft smile on her face, her curly hair rustling in the breeze from an open window, her left hand straying to the pocket of her burnt orange apron. The warm glow almost seems to fade in and out as he looks at her with sleep-strained eyes. He squints them shut as they start to water, blinking them open again as his chest starts to ache.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Javi,” she says again, crossing the threshold so she can stand beside him where he sits on the sofa and place a gentle, encouraging hand on his back. “Time to be done. You’re tired.”
“I am done.” He leans forward, his hands quick to close stuffed case files and sparse reports so she won’t see. “I’m through, mamá. I just need to take care of one last thing.”
She hums in acknowledgment, brings her hand up to tug at the ends of his hair where it curls over his collar. “I’ll wait then.”
He frowns, his elbows resting on his knees and his face pressing into his hands. He should tell her to go. But he’s just so tired. 
Tick. Tick.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, the light going dark, the quilt pulled over him to keep him warm. He doesn’t remember her going, though later he wonders how long she stayed.
Maybe he can fix it.
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a sweet bet (jaehyun)
anon: “Hey can I request innocent school boy Jaehyun with freaky bad girl y/n smut?:)” thx for requesting anon! both jae and y/n are the same age, although are around university ages. you can take it in a way that y/n takes up the dom (altho… she’s not so mean) role in this!
fem pronouns. thank u for the challenge! i don’t write fem doms that often so this was interesting to try out :)
content warnings: a bit of fem dom, sub!jaehyun, vaginal penetration, breeding (I'll never let this damn kink go), implications of pegging/strap-on, praise, like one mention of "brat"
NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI!
“aw, aren’t you such a darling?” you cooed, backing jaehyun up against the door of the classroom as his head covers most of the window on the door. you peak just over his locks to look at the dwindling number of students, most of them heading to class.
“(y/n)-ssi, i-i don’t think we should be doing this-“ jaehyun gasps when you invade his space, nose an inch from the other as his eyes struggle to focus on something.
“so now you’re backing down?” you tilt your head, challenging him. “not when your friends were betting on whether you could even get within a metre of me?”
“y’know… i don’t mind being used for bets or anything, but when someone accepts it like a champ, i expect them to carry it out like one.”
jaehyun sucks in a breath when your arm snakes around his waist, pulling his hips off the comfort of the door. you can tell he’s enjoying it even if his words say otherwise, hips pushing up to get any form of friction for his growing erection.
“proximity wasn’t your bet, right? you just wanted a piece of this pussy, huh?” jaehyun reacts strongly to your use of such a lewd word, swallowing on nothing and making the mistake of dropping his eyes to your lower half.
he timidly nods, breaths coming out short that all he can focus on is your body heat and the words of his friends resonating in his mind. he was happy to take a chance with the popular chick he shared the english literature major with, already envisioning good money that one of his richer friends promised.
why’d they pick you of all people? he wondered why he even said yes when you so clearly had no problem pinning him down. at least the other chick would take her time and beg to be fucked, presenting him with no problem since he’s had a bit of… knowledge from porn.
now, all jaehyun could compare himself to was prey caught in an unfortunate position by its predator. hell, forget about fucking anyone dumb, if anything, he was the one at your mercy.
“you want this, jeong jaehyun?” you ask nonchalantly, eyes already filled with lust at how easily he obeyed to your movements. a widen of his eyes, a bite of his underlip and a curt nod.
you smiled, “good.”
the next minutes were blurry, clouded by hot breaths and wandering hands. your lips moved against jaehyun’s like a sin, tongue slipping into the others’ mouth while he deepens the kiss as much as he can. you can feel his dick on your thighs; he’s rutting against it like a bitch, hesitant hands travelling over your body as it settles over your breasts.
“you’re a good boy, aren’t you? you don’t need to ask for permission.”
with your arms, you’re flipping the two of you over so you’re concealed from the prying eyes of curious students while jaehyun adapts to the new position. he wastes no time to draw your shirt up and bra down, latching his mouth onto your nipples and swirls them around his tongue.
you hum, palming his hardening cock that has his efforts interrupted by the needy moans he lets out. you struggle to hold your own too, his tongue sucking effortlessly while bucking into your hand. it makes you wet, soaking your underwear that you have such a cute boy at your disposal.
you waste no time to push him down to his knees once he’s done, his big doe eyes staring up at you as his hands linger at the waistband of your pants.
“go on,” you mumble breathlessly, sighing in relief when your underwear separates itself from your leaking cunt in a string of arousal, not missing the surprised noise that the other makes. it’s adorable, the way he experimentally places a finger against your slit, rubbing at it like it’s his first time. you shiver when he slips a finger in, holding onto his shoulders while you lean forward at the immense pleasure.
he could call it his first time, although i’ve definitely done it before, god! i’ve practiced making love to my pillow before finding out who was in it for the bet, he thinks. the ‘done it before’ in question only involved pillows and fleshlights, however, but god, nothing compares to the real thing. nothing compares when he can feel you react to his ministrations, thighs shaking at the way your pussy sucks in his slender finger.
“such a g..good boy- ah! can you go faster for me, jaehyun?” you cover your mouth as fast as you can to muffle your moans, grinding down on a single finger that has your face scrunched up in pleasure. he obeys immediately with a flush to his cheeks, pumping his digit at a speed even you couldn’t go at yourself. you let out a gasp when he inserts a second one without warning.
“shit- fuck!” you mewl when his fingers brush up against your clit, observing that his fingers disappearing and reappearing into you makes for an extremely appealing sight. it seems that jaehyun has the same thought, using his free hand to rub his cock that’s forming a tent in his pants. it’s painful, you can tell by the furrow of his brows, but it only fuels the knot in your stomach further.
it’s so appealing that you cum on the spot in a silent scream. your hips have a mind of their own, riding out the orgasm with quickness as your mouth spews profanities and murmurs of jaehyun’s name.
your head hits the wall in a loud thunk, breath heavy from the satisfying climax.
“you did so well, baby. need my help?”
the other’s frantic nods only makes your smile widen, gesturing for him to stand up before your hands reach forward to peel off his pants and soaked briefs. you turn him around, back against your chest when your hand reaches round to wrap around his shaft.
the immediate obscene sounds fill the room, cock hard and wet with pre-cum that jaehyun quivers at the cold air on his dick and your hasty hand that’s stroking him.
jaehyun is thrashing around in your arms, tears threatening to leak from his eyes when you swipe your thumb over his tip. his cries fill your ears like music and you can feel the crystal clear sensation of his hair digging into neck as well as the juices seeping from your pussy.
“(y/n)-ssi- hah… faster please! faster, faster!” he whimpers, head thrown back onto your shoulder. he’s moving against your hand, desperate to chase his high with mouth parted open and eyes closed, he’s there, he’s there, he feels it.
and then you stop. he whines, hips moving on their own accord to feel everything, anything.
“ah, ah, no- stop that.”
you’re turning jaehyun over again, revelling in his full length that you don’t notice his crimson cheeks and messy hair. his forehead is dotted with sweat and he manages out a cute little plea that has you humming.
“are you gonna fuck me good, now, baby?” you pout, drawing a finger down his neck, to his torso and finally resting on his cock.
the shaky breath that jaehyun releases makes you smirk, twitching from the minimal pressure you’ve used. he nods a second later, licking his lips at the dryness that’s taken over them.
“hah… t-that’s it, baby. oh my god, you’re so big…” you moan when he enters you slowly, relishing in the way your soaked cunt provides some lube as the other groans into your shoulder. your bodies are pressed up together with no space in between, the heat of your pussy already causing him to move his hips needily.
“fuck me with all you got, brat,” you spit out, prompting a particularly harsh thrust that has you jerking forward with eyes shut tight.
for someone so shy, jaehyun’s thrusts hit the spot just right, reaching so deep inside of you that you’re hunched over his person. the groans he’s making out only increases your arousal, and combined with the rush of getting caught, it was almost divine how good he’s fucking you.
it’s so divine that you forget that jaehyun was freezing up under your touch earlier, that you forget you’re supposed to be edging him with your words and hands.
“am i doing good, (y/n)-ssi?” the innocence laced within his voice ignites something inside of you, nodding incoherently that you have to give a few seconds before getting your words out.
“mhm- hm- you’re fucking me so good that i can’t even talk, baby. i think that’s- f..fuck- enough proof for you- ah!”
jaehyun basically preens at the praise, burying his face into your neck with the gentleness of a feather while his hips piston in and out of you contrastingly. the squelching noises fill the room like no other, echoing in the classroom that stretches at least two stories, and you’re so tempted to let your whimpers break free, wanting to hear it in the same space that jaehyun’s fucking you in.
“(y/n)-ssi! (y/n)-ssi, oh fuck, baby-“ the pet name slips from his mouth, his movements consisted more of chasing his orgasm rather than pleasing you, but you don’t mind with the way his breaths hit your neck and your sweat mingles with his. you’re grasping onto his shoulders you hard you’re convinced you’re going to dislocate them.
“more, more, more- i want more, (y/n)-ssi,” jaehyun choked out, fisting at your nipples in between his index and thumb. you tremble at the contact, but your hands don’t show it when you brush away the hair that’s stuck to his forehead. his eyes and nose are red, drool falling from the corners of his mouth.
“you’re doing so good, angel.” he moans with the compliment, tears now fully falling as his eyes screw shut at the way you’re clenching around his cock and the way that his balls slap against your cunt lewdly.
“‘m close, (y/n)! mmhhn-!” he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he’s cumming deep in you, filling you up with his seed. you don’t miss the way his cock throbs inside of you as his cum continues to leak from his cock. in a second, jaehyun fucks the cum back into you, knowing you haven’t came for the second time.
“make me cum like a good boy, jaehyun,” you pant out, playing with your clit as his thrusts become sloppy yet again. he’s cumming again?
you get your answer when you feel another rush of white hot cum stuffed deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim while you reach your own orgasm. your lips let out little pants, while your eyes are fixated on the way jaehyun’s pupils dilate. it’s not long before he pulls out, your juices mixing with his seed which spills out like a bottle without a lid.
it flows down your thighs uncomfortably, but you swipe it up with a finger lingering at the edge of his lips. the other takes your digit with compliance, making a mess and slurping and slobbering all over. it sparks endless ideas in your mind.
“mhm… maybe next time i’ll let you suck on my cock, huh? then i’d fuck you dumb like what you just did to me. whatd’ya say?” the sheepish smile jaehyun gives is all the confirmation you need, even more determined to ruin him silly when he takes two more fingers into his mouth.
he would just have to collect that bet money a hundred times over, because you’d definitely fuck him that many times.
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Stories of Paris
Part 4
Part One Part Three AO3
Masterlist
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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.
His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.
“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.
“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”
Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”
With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”
Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.
“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”
Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.
“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”
The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.
“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”
Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.
“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.
Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.
Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...
“Mari... his mother... the league...”
At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.
“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”
The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.
“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”
With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”
Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.
“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”
Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.
Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.
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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.
Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.
He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.
The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.
The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.
About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.
About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.
About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.
It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.
The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.
It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.
She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.
By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.
With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.
Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.
Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.
How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.
Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.
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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.
Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.
As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.
“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”
With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.
“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”
“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”
“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”
Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.
“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”
“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”
“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”
Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.
“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”
“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”
Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.
“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”
Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.
“We’ll discuss that concept later.”
Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.
Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.
With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.
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The Oracle
Chapter One
Word Count: 4.7k~
Rating: Teen
Pronouns for Reader: They/Them/Theirs
Warnings: Vivid details of violence, blood and death.
Parings: Prince Sidon/Reader, Link/Reader
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Even after the defeat of Calamity Ganon, the world remained paranoid. So many times had they defeated the evil, and so many times had it come back. The legends melted away after the fall of the champions one hundred years ago, and the citizens of Hyrule could no longer turn to them for guidance.
 So, they turned to you. 
From a very young age, you always knew something was different. You could never quite place or understand the feeling, but sometimes when making important decisions or choosing what to say, a gentle prodding made its way up your skull. ‘This one! This is right, this is the way.’ Echos of affirmation in an oddly familiar voice that no one else could hear. But, it always seemed to help those in need, so you were keen to listen. 
 One day, when you were no older than ten years old, your parents had a stranger come into the house. She wore all white, with a thin veil covering her eyes. She met your gaze, and you knew. 
 You were the same. On some level deep down you resonated with each other. You had something in common that was so engrossed in who you were that it sent shivers through your body. The voice reverberated louder, calling her to you and you to her. She stretched out her hand, palm up, and you put yours in hers. A bright light swallowed you, and everything became clear. You finally knew.
 You were an Oracle. 
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You sat in Hyrule castle, at the left hand of the Queen. Your robes were loose and light, that same white color as the woman who gave you your answer nearly a decade ago. You kept your head bowed as Queen Zelda addressed her court, Link at her right. They were currently discussing the reconstruction of Hyrule, what with a century of abandonment to many of its cities and people. Ever since this meeting had begun, there had been a buzzing in the back of your skull. It spread around your scalp and pulsed at your temples, but you fought back the urge to put your head into your hands. You were currently surrounded by the ambassadors of the different domains and remaining civilizations, you had to remain proper. Besides, it was most likely just a headache from staying awake long into the morning hours with Zelda, reading and studying about the years that had transpired while she was trapped with Ganon, and before you were born. 
 Zelda often keeps you and Link by her side. While you had known the Queen for a significantly less amount of time than the champion had, you had bonded over the shared burden of having a divine power bestowed upon you from a young age. In your time with Link, he had taught you simple defense maneuvers. As the Oracle, almost all of your concentration had to be in the present, focusing on harnessing any sign or signal you could grab onto to help decipher the coming days or even years. He fretted enough about Zelda not being able to fight on her own, but now that he had two incredibly important people to guard, he felt he was going to have a heart attack. You weren’t given a weapon- many were too heavy or didn’t sit right in your hands, with the added fact that you really weren’t supposed to wield anything that could hurt you in return (keeping your body whole was apparently a big part of the job). Link taught you pressure points and how a two-fingered jab to the right place could bring even Lizalfols to the ground. He promised he’d be at your back in an instance, but it made him and you more confident with some experience under your belt.
 The buzzing grew louder and stronger with every passing minute, and you shifted to tuck your feet in on the seat of your chair to ball yourself in tighter. The haze that normally accompanied oncoming migraines wasn’t present, so you shoved it aside and blamed it on exhaustion. You tried to listen past the incessant noise, and to Zelda’s words. 
 “Even with Ganon defeated, some of the Malice it left behind continues to scorch the land. It isn’t hard to combat, but we will need a large group to cover all of the domains.” Zelda spoke, fingers interlaced atop the table. “Link recommended a force of five for each pool, as some of them can build and expel monsters out of nowhere.” Link nodded at her side, arms folded across his chest. He brought his hands forward to speak, fingers fluttering. 
 “They aren’t difficult and won’t do much damage to your person- but they are quiet. It’s always helpful to have someone watching your back.” He signed, an interpreter relaying his words towards the other end of the table. The ambassadors nodded, and a Zora woman raised her hand to speak. 
 “We have stationed guards along different trade routes to ease the journey of the travelers coming to our domain, and there have been reports of Malice pools growing from the ground. I believed they were isolated to the Divine Beasts and to the different shrines and towers. Do you know why they are coming about?”
 You looked up to her, and a lump caught in your throat. The way herred scales glimmered in the remaining sunlight was painstakingly familiar, and the more you looked the more the lump grew. It had been the only time you’d raised your gaze the entire meeting, and she- as well as some other ambassadors- took notice. She met your gaze and offered a small smile. 
 And that’s what did it. 
 You let out a sharp gasp and clutched at the fabric in front of your chest, all the pain in your head suddenly shooting down to your heart. It felt like something was strangling the organ, a tight grip that squeezed and pulled and hurt. Your vision began to black out as you heard voices all around you. Someone put their hand on your shoulder and another barked at them to stop, leave them be! 
 The pain in your chest spread through your shoulders and back, down your spine and arms and back up to your skull. Your throat burned like you had been swallowing saltwater and nausea crept into your belly. You saw red, a bright crimson in your peripheral vision fading into blue, into brown. You heard the roar of a Divine Beast and felt it’s anguish. The ground shook with it’s fury and your vision cleared. You looked up and found yourself in the Zora domain, soaked through and surrounded by fleeting citizens. You stayed still, watching in awe as Vah Ruta rampaged through the domain, the marble and stone cracking beneath its feet. It stomped over the throne and it crumbled beneath its weight like a mushroom. The water at your bare feet turned red and sticky with blood, and Vah Ruta turned its massive head to you. 
 You met its eyes as its trunk lifted high into the air, a ball of energy building between its tusks. You were frozen in place, fear rooting you in your spot as you stared down a machine that easily aided in the defeat of Calamity Ganon. It whirred menacingly and fired at you. The screams and cries silenced, there was nothing left but the beam. Blue and white flooded your vision, then red again. So much red that it faded into black, only two glowing eyes remained. Ganon’s eyes. It gurgled in the silence and unhinged its mouth, pure Malice dripping onto the floor and onto you. You cried out as it burned your hands, and you watched in horror as it spread up your arms and chest. You were covered in Malice- no, the entire world was covered, infected, and dying slowly beneath the surface. And all it took was one pool near the far terminal in Vah Ruta. You blinked the pain away as you traveled with the Malice, one with it now. You saw it tearing apart wires and cogs beneath the surface, reworking the machine to how it saw fit. All it took was one beast, and the world would decay. 
 Something grabbed your wrist and pulled you from the Malice, and when you crumpled with exhaustion they caught you. They held you and rubbed your back as you sobbed into their shoulder. A hand pressed between your shoulder blades and warmth followed. 
 Look at your hands, they said into your ear. A girl’s voice, a slight lilt underneath her tone. It’s going to be okay, you can go home. 
 You brought your hands into your vision, and saw the Malice fading away along with a soft blue light. You peeled away from her shoulder and looked into the eyes of Mipha. Her expression was tense and filled with worry. 
 If Vah Ruta loses control, then the world will crumble. She spoke softly, taking your hands into hers. I am afraid I won’t be able to calm her, please- tears pricked at her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. 
 Find my brother.
You open your eyes to find yourself on the floor. The light burned your eyes, and the shape of Zelda above you was blurred and fuzzy. She called out your name in relief, helping you sit up. 
 “Are you alright- what happened? Do you need a medic!?” She fretted, and you shook your head. Your hands were also shaking, and you would guess your entire body was trembling by the way the ambassadors were looking at you. They stood at a distance, and you learned why as you looked up at Link. He was stood up with his back to you and Zelda, sword drawn and in a slight crouch. You guessed when you collapsed the ambassadors and guards rushed to your aid, only to be stopped when the Champion took your guard. You would have to thank him later, but there were more important matters.
 Ignoring Zelda’s questions and worries, you leaned up and grabbed Link’s hand. He spun around immediately, eyes wide. He knelt to your level, hand never leaving his sword. 
 “We- we need to-“ Your voice shook as you stuttered, and groaned in frustration as the words almost refused to come out of your mouth. Link’s eyes were patient, but you looked down to break his gaze. “Vah Ruta, the Domain- we need to go there, immediately.” You sucked in a breath as you tried not to hyperventilate, panic seeping into your skin as you remembered the blood-slick floors. “Vah Ruta is going to loose control and- and attack the Domain.” 
 Gasps of shock rang throughout the room, and tension quickly began to build. The ambassadors rushed to speak to each other.
 “Vah Ruta? But didn’t the Queen fix it after the Calamity!?”
“My home- my domain! What are we going to do?”
“How is this happening? Is it an omen?”
 A Rito ambassador knelt beside Link, who gave him a side eye and clutched the sword tighter. The bird took no notice, all of his attention on you.
 “Will the remaining Beasts also rampage? Do we need to be prepared as well?” He demanded, panic thick in his voice. Before you could answer, his panic was well shared.
 “The rest of the Divine Beasts?! Oh, Goddess!”
“If Vah Naboris rampages again, Gerudo Town will crumble!”
“Oracle, what did you hear- what did you see!?”
“Please, what is going to happen?”
“Are we doomed again? Is Ganon coming back-“
 “Enough!” Zelda cried, standing sharply as her voice cut through the room. They all turned to face her, wide eyed and scared. She took a breath and smoothed out her dress before addressing them again. 
 “The gift of Foresight is an exhausting one, please allow them to collect themselves before answering your onslaught of questions! Clearly it was a traumatic experience, as they were shaking and sobbing not minutes ago!” She declared, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. Shaking and sobbing? Oh, what a first impression on some of the most important people in the four domains. Zelda held out her hand to you, snapping you out of your embarrassment and helped you stand. Her hand then came to your shoulder and turned you away from them and across the room. She waved for Link to follow. She held both of your arms as she walked to face you directly, Link at her shoulder. 
 “Alright,” She said, sighing. “Honestly, they had no right swarming you like they did.”
 “It’s alright, your Highness. I’m sure I would do the same in their position, hearing something as startling as a Divine Beast losing control and running through a domain.” You folded your hands and held them near your stomach, trying to ground yourself. “I should go and explain my vision, they need to-“
 “No,” Link signed, his first two fingers and thumb pinching together. “They will only stress you out more, you’re already unwell.”
 “But they need to know! We need to travel to the Domain as soon as possible!” You furrowed your brow as you spoke. “It’s going to happen soon, and the Zora need to-“
 “That’s why I will tell them, and you go rest as much as you can.” Zelda said calmly, rubbing your arm in a soothing motion. “Tell me what you saw, and I’ll relay the information so you and Link can start getting ready. You’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
 “You won’t be coming?” Link asked, and Zelda shook her head. 
 “Hyrule still needs a leader. I can talk to you both through the Slate, and offer any assistance you may need.” 
 You bit at the corner of your lip. The air felt heavy and your chest was still tight from the lingering effects of your vision. Zelda was right though, as she always was. You needed to prepare. 
 “...alright,” You whispered, and they turned back to you. “If you’re sure.” 
 “Of course. Now sit down and give me just a moment.” Zelda led you back to where you were sitting before and you eased yourself onto the cushion. You tucked into yourself as the ambassadors looked at you, feeling like a luminous stone at midnight under their gaze. Zelda gathered their attention and began to explain what would happen, that they should return to their rooms until called down to hear the explanation, and Link stood in front of you. 
 “You have no reason to be nervous, it will just be me and Zelda.”
 “I’m not nervous.” You countered, looking up at him. “I’m just-“
 “You are, and it’s okay.” He interrupted, and your mouth clipped shut. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but I want you to know you’ll be safe. I’d never let anything near you that wasn’t welcome.”
 “I saw that earlier,” You chuckled, and a soft smile spread across Link’s face as well. “You had your sword out and everything, it’s like you were staring down a hoard of Bokoblins.” You playfully jabbed at his stomach, which he sidestepped with ease. 
 “It almost was, you should’ve seen the Gerudo. She almost grabbed you herself.” You giggled a little, covering your mouth. When your laughter subsided, you looked at him seriously. 
 “Thank you. For- for always protecting me. I’m sorry if I put any more stress on you, you deserve a break after fighting the calamity.” He waved you off, scoffing slightly. 
 “Believe me, this is a vacation. I can’t stand still for the life of me, much less take a vacation. Can you imagine me, relaxing? It doesn’t fit right.” He made a face of disgust and stuck his tongue out. You smiled fondly. 
 “You’re right, it doesn’t. But any moment you need to take a break or even just sleep in a little longer, do so. I don’t want you burning yourself out on my account.”
 “I think I took enough of a nap when I was in the Shrine of Resurrection, don't you think?”
 You shrugged, not knowing exactly what to say in response. Link was stubborn, and getting him to budge on anything was hard, but especially hard when it came to his health. You have had small blips of visions where Link was bleeding profusely or otherwise severely wounded but he kept going. You knew he would get nightmares of the calamity as you would get them too. Part of the glamorous life of an Oracle was near magical empathy, you could see and hear what someone was going through and live in that struggle. It wasn’t something you loved, in fact sometimes it felt like an invasion of privacy, but sometimes it led to you helping those you cared for. You had talked to Link about his dreams and he opened up to you a little. The burden was worth it in the end, but you wished you could do more. Link and you continued to chat softly, and soon enough Zelda came back. Her smile was strained, and you swallowed hard. 
 “So,” She began, clearing her throat. “They aren’t exactly thrilled with the fact that it won’t be coming from you directly, but they will live on” She looked back to where the door was swinging shut, the ambassadors now being escorted to their respective chambers. Hyrule Castle was one of the first things to be rebuilt, and more rooms and space was added for Hylian citizens to seek shelter in while the Kingdom was being rebuilt. It truly was a beautiful building, now that it was reformed to its proper glory. 
 “Are you ready? We can take this slow.” She asked, and you nodded. She brought out her Sheikah Slate and opened a feature that allowed her to take notes, and looked to you to begin. 
 “I- I was in the Zora domain. They were all fleeing rapidly, and shoving past me. Normally, when I have these visions, I can phase through what I need to in order to find what I need, but-“ Your hands shook again, and you squeezed them together. “I was really there, I felt them knock into me. It’s never been like that before.
 “Many were injured, some were dead, but no one was stopping. I looked up and Vah Ruta was in the domain, thrashing about and destroying many of the pillars and making its way to the throne room, where I was.”
 “It wasn’t in the dam anymore? How could that happen?” Link asked, bewildered. You shook your head. 
 “I don’t know. I only saw it coming towards me, and then it-“ You held onto your neck, pressing into your muscles to ease the tension. “It fired it’s laser- the one it shot at Ganon. I think I- I might’ve died, there.”
 Zelda clapped a hand over her mouth. The scalding hot feeling faded back into your chest where Vah Ruta had aimed, and you cleared your throat. 
 “Then, when the world went dark, I was a part of the malice. I saw it corrupting the inside of Vah Ruta before Mipha pulled me out and healed me. She said she could no longer rein in the Beast, I think she’s been struggling for a while. Then-“ You looked up at Link, who met your gaze with an intense expression. 
 “Then she told me to find her brother. I don’t know why, but when the Zora ambassador talked about Malice pools growing, that’s what shot me into the vision. I think- I think she’s right. I was a part of the Malice after Vah Ruta shot me, so that means-“
 “Others might be too.” Zelda finished. “Those who were slain might have gotten sucked into the Malice and developed with it, that’s why it’s getting stronger.” She faced away for a moment, lost in thought. “This is… worrying, to say the least.” You nodded, and rubbed your face. 
 “I’m so sorry, I wish I knew more.”
 “No, you’ve done so much.” Zelda reassured, taking your hands away from your face. “Without you, we wouldn’t know this was even happening. Now,” She pressed a kiss to your forehead and helped you stand. “Go and rest, I’ll talk with the captain of the guard and the ambassadors. Link,” She turned to him. “Don’t let anyone stop you on your way. Make sure they get to their room safe.” Link nodded in return and took your arm. Zelda waved, and turned to a guardsman not too far off. 
 Link walked with you, slower than his usual pace to match yours. He brought his arm away from yours for a moment to sign something to you. 
 “We can’t both use the travel gates at once, so we’ll be going on horseback. It won’t be an incredibly long journey, but I would bring clothes you would be comfortable riding in.” He explained.
 “Shouldn’t we leave now? We would get there by noon tomorrow if we went straight there.” You spoke softly, and Link thought for a moment. 
 “I’m not sure about that. We’ll have to go through a lot of diplomacy as soon as we arrive, you need to be well rested and recovered after what happened.” He said, a frown creasing in his face. “What if you have another vision at the Domain? You’d be exhausted.”
 “Link, please.” You took his hand, and moved your veil to look at him directly. Your hair fell from under your hood, and a slight flush moved it’s way up to Link’s ears. You never took off the veil and hood, it was a sign of protection from false guidance or spirits. He’s never seen your face without it. “I won’t be able to sleep even if we wait, let alone rest. I’ll go mad knowing we waited any longer than needed- people are going to die, Link.” You pleaded, and you felt his resolve begin to crumble. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
 “...fine. Fine, alright. But we’ll be taking one horse so you can sleep on the way, pack only what you truly need. We can get food there during the journey.” You smile up at him, full of gratitude. You lift your hood back up and your face and rush forward to hug him tightly. The feeling is foreign to both you and him, Link not being incredibly touchy and you really weren’t supposed to touch people at all- keeping yourself pure and without too deep attachments that could risk severing your connection to the goddess and spirits. 
 “Thank you.” You murmur into his chest, and let go afterwards. You adjust your robes, unable to meet his eye. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes, where should I meet you?”
 “I’ll come gather you. I don’t think you know where the stables are.” He said, a bit of snark on his face. He was right, you didn’t, but he didn’t have to be smart about it. You shove him off and race to your quarters as well as one can when wearing floor length robes that draped and flowed nearly everywhere. 
 As soon as you closed your door, you went to your wardrobe. You pulled a pair of trousers that weren’t so loose on you and set them on your mattress, as well as a warm tunic and a pair of gloves. You grabbed a pair of opal earrings Link had given to you a while back, he said they had some sort of magical property hidden within that made it easier to swim and climb in the rain. All of your clothes were some form of white or cream color to symbolize your purity and power, but in instances like this it made it more difficult to have proper outdoors attire. Well, you guess that many people when thinking of an Oracle don’t think of horseback riding and trudging through rough terrain. 
 You removed your hood and veil once more, stripping off your robe and shirt underneath before your boots and pants. You pulled on the outfit you laid out, replacing your silk gloves with the leather ones and putting the earrings through. Your hood and veil were returned and you got on your knees to reach under your bed. 
��You honestly had no reason to hide this anymore, you knew only Zelda, Link and the only maid you’ve spoken to were allowed in your room and they wouldn’t judge or criticize you for it, but old habits die hard. You pull the small wooden box into your lap and unlatch it, smiling fondly at what laid inside. 
 It was a simple necklace on a thin chain and didn’t have much design. You didn’t wear much jewelry, and if you did it wasn’t often, but you almost never wear this for a completely different reason. You’d probably keel over and die on the spot if you lost it, or it was broken. The pendant that lay on the chain was in the shape of a star, four points that thinned out as they went with a small quartz stone in the center. The back of the pendant had your name engraved, followed by “Forever in our sky”. It had been a gift from your mother before you left to begin your training and honing your ability. The teachers and guides had tried to take it from you, saying that you must leave everything behind to serve your greater purpose, but you hid it. You figured your family wouldn’t keep you from serving the goddess and you were right. You clipped it on and slid it beneath your tunic before standing and grabbing your satchel that you came here with. 
 In it you slid a pouch of rupees, two Hasty Elixirs (Link insisted on you taking them, in case you ever needed to run away from a battle.) and your spare set of prayer robes in case you would need them. You walked over to where your altar table was laid out and gathered the few gemstones that laid out in the corners, as well as the small crystal sphere you would roll between your palms to aid with smaller visions. You looked out over your room to confirm you weren’t missing anything, and slid your boots back onto your feet. You opened the door and was met with Link reaching to knock. You sniggered, and stepped aside. He sat on the bed and you shut the door. 
 “Got everything?” He asked, and you nodded. He had changed out of his Champion’s tunic and into a red and black one you haven't seen before. A full quiver of arrows and a black bow rested above the darkness-sealing sword. He had a satchel as well, presumably for more arrows or weapons. He always liked to be prepared. 
 “I left a note for Zelda for when she comes looking for us in the morning. Hopefully she won’t be too angry.”
 “She will live on.” You said, mimicking her words from earlier which got a smirk out of Link. He turned and pointed to a trapdoor on your ceiling that you hadn’t noticed until this moment. 
 “We’ll go through the attic and jump down onto the walkway beneath. There’s an old railroad system beneath the castle that will take us to the main gate and out.” He signed, hands moving almost quicker than you can read. “It won’t be easy.”
 “Then let’s get going.” Your voice was full of determination, and you moved a bedside table underneath the trapdoor. “You go up first and then help me, you’re taller.”
 “Man, I knew I liked you.”
You clung onto Link’s waist as he urged his horse on over the bridge and into the woods. You looked over the night sky and the dwindling candlelight through the castle windows. “I’m sorry, Zelda,” You whispered, “But I can’t wait any longer.” You put your head on Link’s shoulder and closed your eyes, hoping to catch some sleep before hell broke loose.
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Remember that Beast!Reader fic with the yandere prince? I loved that one! Can I please request ‘Tears’ from your prompt list for this please?
I was thinking that maybe a few years pass by while the reader is still stuck in beast form, but during that time the person appointed as an alternative caretaker for the reader (obviously the prince can’t be around ALL the time if he has to maintain his kingdom and keep up his image) slowly starts forming a friendly relationship and with even something as small as a forehead kiss to the beast, it is enough to break the curse. But the two don’t get enough time to celebrate before the prince barges in👀
I’m uncomfortable with nsfw and anything too sexual but I enjoy the creepiness and horror that follows a yandere character so I hope you can write it like that please😭🥺 Oh! And please let there be some hope that the reader will either be saved or she saves herself. Even better if the reader decides that she wants to save herself and the boy who broke her curse🤩
Thank you! So sorry if I’m requesting a lot😭🙏
Oh, my sweet little anons, when was the last time I gave you a happy end, huh? But thanks for requesting a continuation, I am glad you all enjoyed it so much ^-^ What a good idea you had there!
Tears - “Sweetie, don’t cry.. they didn’t love you as much as I did.. I’ll help you over the heart break.” 
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Panting, you urged your legs forward, always one step further than you made at a time. The chilly night air burnt in your lungs, and your bare feet were icy and wet from the forest ground, but neither you nor the person holding your hand so gently in his thought about stopping. Only wrapped in a big rag, you should have been cold, but when he squeezed your hand encouragingly, you believed you could manage it all.
It hadn’t been too long since you started your way on foot down the hill the old castle sat upon. Sooner or later, the prince would find out you escaped, and surely, they would also notice your Beloved having fled the scene. There had been no reason for him to stay. Losing you was enough to get sentenced to death, his lifeless body thrown into a bog rather than buried. So why wouldn’t he leave with you? There certainly was no reason for him to stay in the wretched service of the king. 
But sooner or later, they would come for you, that much was sure.
So, you two had to hurry, but even so, you couldn’t keep from smiling, especially when he looked back over his shoulder, his warm, green eyes shining without any regrets. You two had known each other far too little, but he never once hesitated to show you his affection for you, even when you still were the hideous atrocity that you had turned into to escape the prince for the first time.
Perhaps, everything that happened was fate. Even if it had been harsh and awful, it happened so that you two could meet and start a better life together somewhere new. Even if you wished now that you two could have met under different circumstances, now, you didn’t regret your life from before anymore. Now, you could simply look ahead to the future that waited for you.
Or so you thought; you should have known better.
The soaring of arrows pierced through the silence of the night. One hit the bark of the tree before you, fire spreading from its alcohol-soaked peak. Your eye widened, as did you’re companions, and you soon found yourself ducking as another one flew over your heads.
You couldn’t spare a second to look back over your shoulder as you two urged onwards, picking up the pace. Your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew that you had to go faster and faster, or else you or he would get hit. It were moments like these in which you wished you were still a beast. One which could run faster than any arrow. One that could fight and protect what was important to you. But that was no longer, true love’s kiss having sealed that specific fate already.
It was too late when you realized that the arrows so far had not been to stop you two from getting away. Instead, as they began to light up tree after tree, you realized they were there to banish the secrecy of the forest and make the dark disappear. At the same time, they made you two run into the directions your followers wanted you to go. If you looked back now, you knew who you’d see, no robbers smart enough to roam the forest around the prince’s castle, so there really was no reason for any other armed party to hunt you down.
And yet, you did, too afraid that if you didn’t, things would go way worse. 
The moment you looked over your shoulder, another arrow flew past you, grazing your cheek. You knew where it would hit way before your companion cried out in pain, his hand letting go of yours as a reflex. He sank to his knee for a moment, cursing under his breath as you hurried to his side, seeing the arrow lodged in his shoulder. “Oh god,” you stammered as you sank next to him, hands hovering over the wound. “W-We can fix it, I’m sure, we just have to--!”
“There’s no time!” he interrupted you firmly as if he hadn’t just been shot with an arrow. Without wasting even another second, he got up again, grabbed you by the wrist, and moved forward. You caught a glimpse at his face, determination brimming from his features, but pearls of sweat collected at his forehead. He was clearly in pain, showing it in the way he held his own shoulder with his free hand, but he hadn’t given up yet. He would move on until you two were safe, and though you sympathized with his pain, you were so thankful he didn’t give up yet.
You two ran as fast as you could, but soon you couldn’t ignore the sound of armor behind you anymore, hooves trotting closer while torches lit up the forest more and more. It was almost spooky that no words were muttered, and you expected someone to call orders every now and then, but you had seen the clothes of your followers briefly; you knew who they were. The prince’s guards, clad in the finest silver and trained to the point of being nothing more than human dogs. They ceased speaking if not absolutely necessary, their eyes were soulless, and their hearts without a hint of benevolence. Them being after you could only mean one thing.
The prince wanted you back.
Another arrow getting stuck in the tree you just passed. You knew everything they did wasn’t fun but coldly calculated tactics. They wouldn’t hurt you. They couldn’t. Your cheek bleeding would probably cause one of them to get degraded to a chair for three months at least, so they really couldn’t afford to hurt you more seriously. But they did know who they could hurt you with. Someone whose pain would hurt you more than your own.
The next arrow missed completely, lost in the leaves on the ground. You two were running out of all the adrenaline you had, slowly and surely having exhaustion catch up to you. No! Please no! You begged the entities above that this wouldn’t be the end! There was so much more to live for, so much to see and experience! You wanted to be with your former caretaker, the only one who ever took you and your feelings seriously enough. You two could build a house and keep far away from the hustle and bustle of the cities, farming and taking care of livestock until the end of time. So please! Don’t let this be the end of it!
However, against your expectations, the one to collapse first was him. This time, the arrows didn’t miss, one hitting him in the lower back, one scarily close to his spine. Teardrops pearled from your cheeks as you fell into to mud with him, your hands scrapping along the roots and stones of the ground as you crawled back to where he laid, softly whimpering. Reaching for an arrow, you wanted to pull it out in desperation, but he began to cry out in pain before you could even start pulling.
“LEAVE!” he screamed. “LEAVE AND RUN!”
You couldn’t hold back the sobs hearing these words. “Please...” his hand reached for yours as he tried his best to look up to you. “Go, find a safe place to hide! Leave for another country and never come back!”
“No...” you sobbed, bringing one hand covered in mud and blood to your face. “I don’t want to leave you...”
“They are after you, not me,” he tried to reassure you, but you knew better. The sounds of their heavy footsteps drew closer and closer, and finding him, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill this ‘traitor’. If you went, then he’d die. But if you stayed and got caught, he’d die as well. No choice you could make would end happily for the both of you. “Please, go. I want you to-- ARGH!” Interrupted by his own scream, you began to panic, calling his name and shaking his arm, only to look up as a shadow was cast over you.
“[Name],” the prince sighed, relief showing in his face. He had this small, exhausted smile on his lips, happiness in his features as he looked at you. However, the moment he looked down at your companion, his face began to contort into a hateful grimace, his leg lifting once more to give your Beloved’s back a not-so-gentle kick. “No! Stop!” you cried, latching onto his leg as the kicks came down, your partner’s screams echoing through the forest.
“Don’t worry, I will get rid of the scoundrel who kidnapped you. I will save you! Just like I always do!”
“No! You’re hurting him! Stop it! Please... Please stop!”
Never had you imagined that you’d ever find yourself so low again that you’d beg the prince for something. Before, it had been for your life, but now, it was for the life of the only person that really mattered to you. “Oh, Sweetheart,” the prince cooed, his fingers finding their way under your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. “Don’t cry... he didn’t love you as much as I do. I’ll help you over the heartbreak once we’re done here.”
The prince let go roughly as he pulled his sword from his sheath as you fell to the ground next to your partner. For a moment, time seemed to stop as you stood up in a matter of seconds. Panicked, you decided to throw yourself in front of the sword instead, but a hand grabbed yours before you could. Looking down at your Beloved, smiling warmly and encouraging as he muttered the final words you’d hear from him.
“Go.”
It was like he set you free, even if your definition of free originally included him. “Eh, Darling?!” you heard as you took off in a second spurt of adrenaline, the prince screaming your name after you. But your mind completely shut off the moment you passed the last lit-up arrow, sinking back into the darkness. Everything was blurry, your vision stained with your tears that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you rubbed your eyes with your dirty hands.
Your feet must have started bleeding as you kept running faster and faster, but you gave them no mind, not even feeling the pain. All you felt was the wound in your throbbing heart, something that the prince couldn’t heal no matter how much he believed he could. You wanted to understand your former caretaker’s action, telling you to go rather than defend him. If you had been in his place, surely, you had done the same. But it was as if you were the one who got betrayed by yourself by running away. By giving up on something hopeless, you felt like you were betraying everything you had ever stand for. How pathetic you were, running, trying to get the better future you had hoped to build with him.
Next thing you knew, you stumbled as the ground gave away to a slope before you, your body tumbling down the wet leaves and sturdy roots, your skim getting scratched by the branches of bushes all around you. It was pure luck that your fingers closed around one big tree root the moment they did; otherwise, you surely would have fallen from the cliff that opened up beneath you, instead of just hanging on to it now.
Only now your ears regained their function, the rushing of waves sounding far too deep and far too rough beneath you as to simply be a river. Had you run all the way to the shore? Was it the big sea beneath you? Either it had been closer than you thought, or you did develop some superhuman abilities after changing into a beast.
Groaning, you tried to pull yourself back over the edge, the slightly forward-leaning stone not being any help in rescuing yourself. Even more so, you had to realize the light of torches drawing closer and closer by the second, while you still struggled to escape the death by falling into the unruly water from a great height.
“[Name]!” you heard the screech of your name, genuine worry resounding from it. The prince’s face was the last thing you wanted to see, especially as he looked so damn horrified at the sight of you barely holding on to the cliff. “Don’t move! I’ll pull you up!” he called as he slit down the slope as best as he could without falling himself until he reached you. It was strange. You should have been happy that you wouldn’t be dying. That someone would save you from this horrific fate.
But all you felt was pure despair.
If he pulled you up, then that would be it. He’d take you back, lock you up again and do as he pleased with you. Who knew if you’d ever get a chance on escaping again, especially if he made an example out of your previous companion about what would happen if anyone ever helped you. You’d have nothing left but to live your life as a mere plaything, captured by the prince that was so beloved by everyone, and you didn’t want to think about all the things he’d do to you now that you were human again.
His hands reached out, and you noticed them faintly in your vision. Your decision fell only seconds before he could grab you by the arms. It was too dark to see, too dark to even speculate how deep it was, but you decided it was better than becoming an empty shell of a person if you stayed with the prince.
No matter what would await you in the depths down below, it couldn’t be worse than being a subject to his twisted, self-righteous love, you decide. Letting go was easier than you thought, making you realize your body must understand this situation very well even if it might cost it its life. The face of the prince as you slipped from his grasp was a priceless last sight to see before you closed your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
Until your back hit the water, engulfing you wholly like the hungry, desperate maw of an animal. Deeper and deeper until it was everywhere, and only then you opened your eyes again for one last glimpse of the blurred light above.
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