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undercoverpena · 8 months

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xi. hold her, and tell her everything's gonna be fine

javier peña x f!reader | chapter eleven of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: sad!reader, talks of jobloss, comforting!javi, two idiots pining for one another. fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. falling in love. idiots in love ✨ wordcount: 3.3k. an: i know, when will jo stop changing the banner, but I love this so much and feel it encompasses everything for these two.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

I have one last thing to research and then I’m all yours.

have you eaten

There is a piece of fruit in my hand, as I research.

you said you were gonna order

In my defence, I’m not super hungry.

if I was there id hide your notebook and make you eat tamales my mama taught me to make

Make me, ay?

oh baby normally i would be so down to talk dirty with you and make you blush but only when youve eaten

I really want this job, baby.

i know but i really want you to not be ill

Because you really really really like me?

i heard that in your voice and yes because I really like you

In the last few days, the two of you have managed to complete three crosswords. Something he’s impressed with and you’re disappointed in.

“So, another one—I’m still unsure what this even means.”

Laughing, he hears you crunch another piece of fruit—thankful to hear you eating. “What’s the clue, baby?”

He’ll never tire of it, hearing you call him that. A sweet sound, all wrapped in kindness—floating down the phone line all the way to his ear.

“‘Not a company man’, six letters,” he says, fingers rolling the bridge of his nose.

“Hermit,” you say, calm, casual. “Or, you know, me if I don’t get the job.”

“Baby,” he warns, pen scratching the paper as you try to laugh.

Then you asked to change the conversation. Something he was more than happy to oblige, capping the pen, shoving the book away, leaning on the counter as you tell him about a new recipe you like. Talking fast, busy—almost far too energetic, but he knows why.

It’s all because of today.

The interview—the things he’s heard you jump through hoops for—arriving sooner than he could have relaxed you for.

You’d practised elements of your presentation and called him more than you usually would. Something he liked, enjoyed. The feeling of being needed. That his opinion mattered. It all weaving within him, stitching the parts of him that had weakened since the goodbye, since the drive home—alone and without you.

After a quick text in the morning, Javi had known not to expect to hear from you for a while. Likely not even immediately post your interview, probably needing a coffee—a breather.

If he lived there, where you were, you’d likely need him. Meet him outside, coffee in hand to give to you, a comforting hug, your breath on his neck as you let the tension out.

But he wasn’t there.

And he had thought he might have heard from you an hour later.

let me know how it’s gone baby

Javi tries not to be needy.

A battle he finds easy to lose when it comes to you. Digging his phone out the back pocket of his jeans periodically, ignoring the animals nuzzling their noses at him for food as he checks his battery, texts, calls…

Then the hour bled into two. Your interview was two-hundred and thirty-nine minutes ago, to be precise.

By now, he’s expected to have heard something, anything.

you still want me to call tonight

He tries not to worry. Even as his tasks dwindled, the sun beating down, his stomach growling and sweat building in parts of him that he should shower off.

But a part of him thinks if he goes inside, it’ll layer on top of him: the loneliness. The thing he feels, but pretends isn’t there.

Because normally, he’d have heard from you at lunch—if not more frequently throughout your day. The silence expected, very out of character. Which turns some cogs in him that twist and tighten, forcing his throat to burn and his stomach to flutter with a nervousness he can’t explain, except that:

Javi wants you.

Not just in the sense that he wants to run his fingers up and down your side, to crush his lips over yours, to bury himself inside of you as he feels himself falling, freely, and happily. But more that he wants to wake next to you, see you smile and laugh amongst the field, show you the water’s edge—feel some contentment there rather than boiling anger at the boats.

You could wear your jacket as the weather cools, and spread your warmth from the photo strip to the rest of the ranch.

youre doing that thing where you make me worry, baby

Eventually, after much internal fighting, he heads in and showers.

Hands washing the day as he hopes the water will take away his worries too. Pressing his palm flat to the tiles, he allows the water to beat down on him—eyes occasionally glancing to the phone on the windowsill, willing it to light up.

He suspects it’s why he stays in a bit longer.

Allows the soap suds to have long since vanished down the plug hole, letting the water begin to go cold as he uses all of the water up.

It’s only when he’s dried off, thrown some comfier clothes on—sunk into his usual chair, does he rotate the phone in his hand. His fingers slid along the underside of his chin, eyes fixated on a photo of him and his parents—their faces beaming, smiling, his hands in theirs.

even got me using punctuation and everything

Please, he whispers.

To no one. Not his Pop in the next room, some show bleeding into the air. Just to himself, as he works the spot on his forehead.

You don’t text him back, but you do call bang on time.

He’s spent the last half an hour pretending he wasn’t loitering, while his pop pretended he wasn’t coming in to make drinks to check on him. Giving him that look, the one Javi had seen so often when he’d first come back from Cali.

All concern, all deep lines embedded with worries as he ticks, tick, ticked.

This was different. Something in his gut telling him that you weren’t okay, a need inside of him to get to you—pack a bag, head to the airport and hope there was a flight or something.

He only hadn’t because a part of him, small—but loud—hummed that it could be him. He could be the reason, the cause. It all too good to be true. His fingers pressing keys to read back his texts, see if he can find the cause—the moment it all began to spoil and undo.

The last hour of investigation led him to nothing. Irritation threading into his muscles until he heard the phone ring—loud, punching holes with its noise into his unravelling.

Smirking, he wipes his hands on his jeans, cocking his head around the doorway—checking for the flickering television and no lurking pop, before he unhooks the ringing phone from its place.

“Took you long enough, was about to ring you and ruin—”

“J—Javi?”

Sniffle. A sob. The beginnings of you splitting in two.

That’s what he hears—clear as anything. It cuts straight through his attempt at teasing and slices through him as though the sound was laced with the edge of a knife.

It’s instant, barely explainable, the way his stomach falls to his feet. His smile vanishes, stolen and robbed, as another sob expands in the space of your two’s silence, making his throat dry, and the phone crunches a little under his grip.

“Baby. Talk to me, what’s happened?”

You swallow, all thick, as though it's a struggle. “I… I—I didn’t g-get the job-b.”

Slowly, his eyes close. Hearing you cry again, louder, less restrained and more freely, them rolling and rolling from you like a wave. The depth of it travels freely down the phone, in the same way, he usually craves when it’s your voice, noise, or presence.

“I’m… cariño, I’m so—”

“—I’m s-sorry, Javi. I’m so sorry…”

Frowning, he slides the fingers down his nose as you continue to apologise—them merging with your hiccups and tears.

“Cariño, wait. Stop.”

And you do. Your sniffles all of a sudden ceasing, more restrained—practically swallowing another one back. Trying to keep it on your tongue, rather than let it escape.

“Why are you apologising to me?”

You’re quiet for a moment, a second. Then you seem to let out a strange noise, before clearing your throat. “The job… I… we’d have been seeing each other more, and I’ve ruined it—I ruined-d it all.”

Frowning, he opens his mouth. Confusion there, all evident and brimming. Because he hasn’t got a fucking clue what you’re talking about. His brain runs, dashing through the notes it’s been making, the snippets here and there you’d spill about your day and your work.

“It was-s in Houston. I’d have been able t-to move. We’d have been c-closer.”

And then it lands.

The realisation. What it would have meant.

It appears in front of him before it slams straight into him. Forced his head to drop, sight lowering to a mark on the wall as his chest tightens. His eyes fixated, unable to tear his eye from the stain on the off-yellow wall—one likely made from him sitting on a stool or chair, maybe even his knee when he’s stretched, when minutes have quickly tumbled into an hour.

Even if he’s reeling, your ramblings have continued. They’re all in various pitches, spluttered and painted in painful cries and strangled sniffs.

“—I—I didn’t want to tell you at first, in case we didn’t, you know, get on.” You continue, some words slamming into the next as you try to level out your cries. “Then I didn’t want to tell you in case you got excited, and I fucked it up—and I did, didn’t I? I fucked it up. And now we won’t live closer, and—“

“Baby—“

But you’re tumbling, rolling right off the emotional cliff you’d been on the edge of. Thick, horrid sobs that shake his foundation and dart cracks through all of him continue to travel from you.

And it hurts. Makes him feel both horrid and weak—helpless. Unsure what he can say, do.

So he offers, “They’ll be other jobs.”

And as soon as it unfurls from his tongue, he wants to drag it back. Swallow each syllable, and letter, and never let you hear them again.

Because he’s sure you cry harder, louder. Even if it appears like you pull the phone away so he can’t hear how deep they go.

And you keep trying to spill out his name, a sentence here and there, trying to form as he pushes the phone against his ear, palm flattening against the wall—balling his fingers up—

“There won’t be…”

Sighing, he lets you take a breath. “Baby, of course, there will be. You’re good, I can tell, alright? And you’re brilliant and just cause those fuckin’ idiots can’t see—“

“I quit, Javi.”

The words he’d been about to say, fizz out on his tongue, die, fade. And it seems to only make you cry harder. His mind trying to catch up, to follow on with what is happening as you explain, in broken sobs, how your entire life seems to crumble apart all around you.

“I… I couldn’t take it. The reason, the explanation. How they gave it to the new guy, the one who doesn’t even know how Houston operates—and I just saw red, Javi. And I quit. Me? I… I just packed my desk up, left….”

He bites the inside of his cheek, listening as you take a breath—it sounds so much like defeat has replaced your sorrow.

“Then I just wandered. A box under my arm… and… I wanted to reply, but I didn’t know where to start. Like, ‘I miss you so much, but by the way, I didn’t get that promotion, and I snapped because they treat me like shit, so I quit. That my best friend is so excited because they’re paying for her to move this month for her new job, and my lease on my apartment is coming up’ and…”

“And what?”

It’s your turn to sigh, it more shaky and still embezzled with sniffles—fluttering down to his ear. “And…” you pause, his pulse suddenly quickening, waiting, mouth opening and then closing. “And, the person who would make me feel better isn’t even in the same State as me—because, I know this sounds crazy, but as soon as I heard why I didn’t get that job, all I wanted… well, all I wanted was you.”

Me?

His lips curl, sliding up into his cheek. His eyes look up, dancing around the marks on the wall as he straightens his spine, and swallows back whatever lump had been forming.

“I just…” you continue, “wanted to be back in that hotel room. Curled up in your arms.”

“You….” Clearing his throat, he tries again. “You know how we could solve that? You could come here—clear your head… just for a minute. Get all the hugs you want.”

You let out a noise, low, shifting it from it to a breath in record time. “Well, I wouldn’t be much fun. I’d just spend it in your bed.”

“That doesn’t sound all that bad, baby.”

“Sleeping and crying, do it for you, charmer?”

He grins, before rolling his lips. “Not if it’s not from how good I make you feel, no. But. I just—want you to have options.”

You go silent, far too quiet for his liking, until he hears the sound of movement, shuffling. His ears honing in, trying to work out what it is you’re doing, could be doing.

“What am I actually gonna do, Javi?”

Fuck. It suddenly dawning on him how unequipped he is for this. For comfort—for being there for another person. He barely looked after himself before, never mind since he came home. He hasn’t got a fucking clue what to say to even begin to make someone feel better, never mind someone who means as much to him as you.

“I… I quit my job. Without even finding another one—that’s… that’s crazy, insane—I don’t do these things and-and—“

Rolling his head on his neck, he ran a hand over his face. Trying to buy a second or two, digging deep for an answer—something comforting that would help.

“You, baby, are gonna get some sleep, and tomorrow we’re gonna sort it.”

He hears you swallow. Loud, followed shortly after by a sigh.

“We?”

You say it quietly, full of disbelief.

Because only you still wouldn’t realise how deep he is in with you. If he could, if he could risk hijacking the moment to explain, he’d tell you how worried he’s been, how he’s been obsessively checking and clicking, to the point he’s pretty sure he’s taken some life of his phone battery for it.

Swallowing, he bites his lip, nodding to himself. “It’s you and me, ain’t it, cariño? You’re not… you don’t have to figure this out alone, is all I mean.”

It’s soft—the way you reply, okay. Delicate. He’s hopeful it’s accompanied by a smile, one with a nose scrunch.

“Javi?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Can you… can you stay on the phone with me?”

Pulling a stool over, he sits himself down on it. The ache in his chest widened, a lump in his throat forming. “Sure, baby. You want me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Not sure…”

“What would you do if I was there?”

He swears he hears you smirk.

“I would cook you almond saffron chicken.”

Shifting on the stool, he adjusts the phone in his hand. “Yeah? How come?”

“It’s the first dish Aish taught me to make, and I think you’d like it. And, I’m quite hungry, I… I didn’t really feel up to food before. But maybe, y’know, if I came to see you, had the chance to cook, maybe over a long weekend?”

Smirking, he lets out a content breath. “I like the sound of it already…”

“Because of me cooking in your kitchen?”

Laughing, he rolls his lips. “No, because it would mean you were here, cariño.

Morning baby, hope the cows aren’t trying to eat your shirt.

morning hermosa why are you up so early

Well, I thought of having a lie in but decided to grab a coffee, print off some CVs and not look as desperate as I feel.

if it makes you feel better im pretty sure my pop would hire you in a heartbeat

Bet I’d look real good in dungarees.

fuck baby

Could even wear your shirt, tie it so it’s a crop.

youre killing me

I’ll leave you with that, I have a list of places to beg to give me a chance.

wouldnt need to beg me

Stop, baby. Save it for later.

He’d barely dried himself off before your text came through.

Javi had found that the one upside to you being unemployed was the amount of time you had to reply or call—something he wasn’t complaining about in the slightest.

In a way (a small, acceptable way), it felt like a taste of what it would be like if the two of you lived closer. If there weren’t towns, cities and states between the two of you. If you lived close by, or better yet, on the ranch with him.

Across the last few days, while you’d seemed upbeat through text—just as you were when the two of you were in Houston—he quickly realised how much of a mask that was when he had you on the phone.

If not for the fact that when you ended the call, you seemed more yourself than when it started, Javi would have already begged someone from a ranch or two over to help, and book a flight out to surprise you.

“Hello, charmer.”

Grinning, he runs his hand over his chin. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Well, I have good news.”

“What’s that then?”

“Remember when I said I had to meet with someone in Houston, from imports? Well, apparently, they’ve been trying to get hold of me at work—one of the few nice people there let me know, even passed my details on.”

It begins—right in his stomach. A nervousness, a bubble—it rising and rising, sliding into his heart as it makes it beat just that much quicker.

“He wants to meet with me… apparently, I impressed him?”

“That’s—fuck, that’s amazing, baby.”

Javi can almost hear your grin as you laugh—can even picture you hiding your face in your hand at his happiness.

“Yeah,” you say, more in a sigh than anything else. “It’s obviously just an interview—maybe even a chat, but it’s something.”

Tracing the back of the phone with his finger, he runs his fingers up his neck, up his chin—

Pulse thumping in his neck. “I could… Could always drive up, see you after?”

“Oh… um?”

Oh? He thinks. The noise suddenly on repeat. It’s all he can hear—that little surprised noise rips from your throat and punctures his ear. His own fingers scratching at his cheek.

And then you clear your throat, and he grits his jaw. “Well, if you wanted, once I’ve had my meeting with him, I was going to ask if I could come to Laredo, see the ranch… and you?”

Just as quickly as it came, the earlier shame from your ‘oh’ vanishes. It bursts, erupts into a thousand pieces of nothing as the edges of his lips begin to curl up.

“For a second, didn’t think you wanted to see me.”

You don’t laugh, don’t ridicule his confession, and if you were here, he’d imagine you’d have tilted your head in that way you do.

“Javi, of course, I want to see you. I…” you take a long pause as though battling with yourself. “Baby, I’ve been trying to find my way back to you since the moment I left you. There’s nothing I want more than to see you. I promise.”

His shoulders descend from his ears, a smile spreading across his face so large—he’s not sure anything could take it. Something inside of him shifted, sliding back together.

“So, do you mind if I come to see you on your ranch? Bother your animals, let me admire your fence work?”

If he hadn’t been sure before, he’s sure now he would have kissed you. Grip you by your cheeks and crash his mouth to yours, stealing that question mark from the air and using his lips to remind you that with him, you never need it.

But, since he can’t, he finds words. One’s that are more eloquent than ‘fuck, yes’, but are close in family to it.

Because, of course, he wants to see you. He never wanted to let you go in the first place.

an: we have next weeks and then an epilogue, and LNT 'main story' will be done. honestly, thank you for all the love as we've gone on this journey. i never expected this for one second, and i'm so emotional right now at how well loved/supported this story has been. i'm gonna miss it, so much.

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sailor-aviator · 3 months

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Fool's Fare: Chapter Five

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Trigger Warning: Language, Big brother Bradley, Secrets, Feelings of betrayal, Abandonment issues from the reader, Reader says something she'll regret later, Allusions to prostitution and violent men, Magic, Curses, Supernatural is real, Reader cries, Feelings of helplessness, Pirate!Jake. I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 4k

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“What do you mean you still haven’t eaten?”

Bradley winced at your tone, running a hand through his brown locks as he eyed you wearily. You had meant to drag him to the physician at the last port you had docked at, but the excitement from the day prior had wiped the issue completely from your brain. Who knew falling overboard could do that to a person?

Now here you were a week later, and it had finally dawned on you that you hadn’t seen your brother eat much more than an apple here and there. You had kept quiet the past two days, silently observing him, and here you sat in the galley, Bradley to your right with Mickey and Nat sat across from you. The rest of the crew milled about, and it wouldn’t be long before Bob and Reuben joined your little group for breakfast.

“It’s not that serious, Guppy,” he murmured, casting a weary look at the two sitting across from you. “I feel fine.”

“Bradley, you aren’t eating,” you scowled, turning your own gaze to your new friends. “Tell him he needs to go see a physician.”

The two shared a look before Mickey shook his head, putting his hands up in surrender while Nat sighed.

“Yeah, I’m definitely not getting in the middle of a sibling squabble,” she drawled, taking a bite of her apple. You rolled your eyes, turning back to look at the brunette beside you.

“As soon as we dock, I’m going to go find a physician,” you told him, pressing your lips into a firm line as you stared him down. Your father had always said that you get your temper and attitude from your mother.

“It’s like a miniature you running around everywhere, Pen!” He’d laugh, throwing his head back as you gave him the best scowl your six year old self could come up with. Your mother would roll her eyes, biting back a smile as she watched you glare at the older man.

“She’s going to strike fear into the heart of everyone who crosses her, mark my words!” He grinned, reaching out to gather you in his arms.

“Don’t give me that look,” you scowled as Bradley gave you a dubious look. “I mean it! We’re finding a physician the next time we dock.”

“Alright, fine,” he grumbled, moving to stand, holding up his hand when you made to say something else. “By all means, go find a physician, Guppy. In the meantime, I’m going to go get some work done on deck before we dock.”

“Javy said we should make landfall within the hour,” Nat provided, watching as the brunette rounded the table towards the stairs. You watched after him, chewing on your bottom lip in worry. Were you really in the wrong for worrying after him so? Surely not. Bradley had always been stubborn, ever since the two of you were children. If anything, he wasn’t worrying nearly enough about his current condition.

“He’s going to be okay, you know,” Nat said, reaching out to hold your hand in hers. She offered you a gentle smile as she squeezed it lightly. “Maybe you should give him some time?”

“I’ve given him plenty of time,” you mumbled, glaring half-heartedly at the stairs where Bradley had just disappeared. “He needs to see a physician if he’s not eating. It could be illness.”

“He seems fine to me,” Mickey offered with a shrug. “A physician would be a waste of time, anyway.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, brow furrowing at his words. Nat shot him a pointed look, and Mickey straightened up as if just realizing what it was that he said.

“Oh, I just mean,” he trailed off, looking at Nat for help. All she offered was an unimpressed glare as he fumbled for how to continue.

“I just mean,” he stammered, “that physicians never really know what they’re doing, right? I mean, they’ll prescribe plants and leeches and-”

“Mickey?” Nat interrupted, raising an eyebrow and resting her chin on her fist.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh thank God,” Mickey mumbled, looking away and catching sight of Bob and Reuben making their way towards your table. Bob sat down next to you, bumping your shoulder with his in greeting as Mickey and Nat made room for Reuben on the other side.

“What are we talking about?” Bob asked, taking a bite of his oats.

“I’m going to go and find a physician for Bradley once we dock,” you told him. He paused, stiffening next to you for a moment before continuing with his food.

“What?” You asked, a tinge of annoyance evident in your town. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just chewing before swallowing.

“Is a physician really what he needs?” He asked carefully, glancing up at your friends on the other side of the table. You rolled your eyes fixing the bespectacled man with an annoyed look.

“Is there some sailor superstition about physicians being bad luck that I don’t know about?” You questioned, glancing around the table. Everyone refused to meet your eyes, and you felt another twinge of aggravation in your chest.

“No,” Bob replied, shaking his head, spoon clacking against the side of his bowl as he moved the oats around. “It’s just that they’re costly, you know? I’d hate for you to waste all that money only for there to be nothing wrong with him.”

“He’s not eating,” you replied dryly. “I think that’s plenty of cause to go and see a physician. I’ll deal with the cost when we get there.”

Shouting could be heard from on deck, and all of you glanced up at the sudden outcry.

“Sounds like we’ve reached land,” Reuben commented, focusing back on his plate.

“Perfect timing,” you chirped, already moving to stand. You cast a final smile to your friends, giving a small wave as you made your way towards the stairs. “I’ll see you all up there!”

It was still a few hours before anyone was allowed to leave the ship, Jake and Javy making sure that everyone had been inspected for signs of illness per the harbormaster’s orders. You kept silent about Bradley’s lack of appetite, certain that if it were contagious, then the others would be showing signs as well. Once the ship had been cleared and deemed healthy, you all set about preparing the ship to settle.

It was the late afternoon by the time you finished your tasks, and you set about trying to pin down Bradley.

“Have you seen him?” You asked Nat as you hung in the doorway to your shared cabin, having ran from the galley to the private quarters. She glanced up at you in the mirror, a quizzical look on her face as you fought to catch your breath.

“Who?”

“Bradley, of course,” you chuckled, straightening up and stepping further into the room. “Who else would I be talking about?”

She hummed noncommittally, turning her focus back towards her bun.

“I haven’t seen him,” she responded finally. “But I haven’t seen the others either. Perhaps they’ve already gone ahead and gone out?”

Your lips pulled into a frown as you realized that, save for Bob just moments before, you hadn’t seen Mickey or Reuben either.

“He wouldn’t,” you growled, earning another look from the woman in front of you. Your jaw dropped in indignation. “That rat!”

“He’s your brother,” she shrugged, once again turning back to the mirror. You let out another growl, turning to stomp your way back onto the deck. The oaf you called a brother would have to come back to the ship at some point, and it was then that you would corner him.

Meanwhile, your boots stomped across the deck and towards the gangway, mind bound and determined to find a physician at this small port. The docks were already crowded in the late afternoon, and you found yourself having to push through throngs of people just to get into the streets themselves. You weren’t sure where you should be looking, but you were sure that a port town of this size had to have some kind of physician. All around you, merchants of all kind hollered to the passing travelers, some selling food, others selling trinkets.

“Fine wares for your misses, sir!”

“Fish for sale!”

“How’s about a shilling for an hour of your pleasure, mister?”

You shied away from the last one, not wishing to be caught up in that business. People did what they needed to survive, but you were weary of the men who tended to hang around those parts.

“Interested in apples, miss?”

You turned to find an older woman staring directly at you, knobbed fingers outstretched to offer you a bright, red apple. She was missing a few teeth, that you could see as she smiled up at you, her silver hair falling out of her bun in wisps.

“They’re just a three for a shilling,” she continued, waving it up at you. “Tha’s quite the bargain.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, thank you. Would you happen to know where I can find a physician?”

“A physician?” She parroted, her arm dropping back to her side as she studied you. “Doesn’t look like anythin’s wrong with you.”

“It’s not for me,” you corrected her. “It’s for my brother. I think he might be sick since he hasn’t been eating.”

“Not eatin’, you say?” She hummed thoughtfully. “Was a boy back when I was a girl meself who stopped eatin’ one day, there was. Was fit as a fiddle and then just dropped dead one day, the poor lad.”

“Yes, well,” you swallowed thickly, feeling ice run up your spine at her words, “I’d like to keep that from happening to my brother, if you don’t mind. So, do you know of any physicians here in town?”

“Oh, aye, aye,” she nodded, her wayward strands of hair flying all over the place. “Physician’s just a few streets over, love. A fine man he is, too. Helped me sister when she was puking buckets a few years back. Set her right as rain he did.”

“You said he’s a few streets down?” You prodded.

“Aye, just three streets down and to the right from here. There’s a big ole sign out front, you can’t miss it,” she said, waving in the general direction of where you needed to head. You followed the gesture, looking back and nodding.

“Thank you,” you smiled, turning and making your way through the crowd once more. It took you all of fifteen minutes to find the building the old woman was talking about, a bright blue sign with the word “physician” painted in white letters hanging above the streets as you approached. Worming your way through, you finally managed to trudge your way through the door, slamming it closed behind you with a wince at the loud sound in the unusually quiet room.

It was your standard physician’s office, the wood floors creaking as you wandered further into the dimly lit room. The walls behind the counter were filled to the brim with different herbs and potions meant for treating different ailments. It wasn’t long before an older man walked out from the backroom, peering at you curiously from over the rim of his glasses.

“Might I help you with something, young lady?” he inquired, rubbing his hands clean with a cloth towel.

“Yes, actually,” you smiled, crossing the rest of the distance to stand just in front of him, only the counter separating the two of you. “I came because of my brother. He hasn’t been eating the last few weeks, and it has me worried.”

“Hasn’t been eating, hm?” He hummed, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Does he have any other symptoms?”

“Now that you mention it, no,” you frowned, suddenly finding it odd that the only thing physically wrong with Bradley was his apparent lack of an appetite. “He sleeps just fine, and he looks healthy as he usually does.”

“No fever?” He continued.

“No, nothing like that,” you assured him.

“Vomiting?”

You shook your head, earning another hum from the older man.

“And, uh,” he smiled, a gesture you were sure was meant to be comforting, “what is it your brother does for a living?”

“He’s a sailor.”

“A sailor,” he nodded, cocking his head to the side. “And why isn’t he here with you now?”

“He thinks he doesn’t need a physician,” you scowled, crossing your arms. “He was supposed to come with me, but snuck off before I could grab him.”

The physician chuckled at that, tossing the cloth onto the counter as he leaned against it.

“Well, unfortunately, there’s not much I can do about his situation without seeing him in person, miss. How long is he in town for?”

“We’re here for at least another day,” you told him, earning another nod.

“Bring him by tomorrow,” he instructed. “I’ll take a look at him before you two leave town.”

“Thank you,” you sighed, relief washing over you in waves. “I really appreciate this, you have no idea.”

“I’ll keep the shop open until sundown. After that, I make no promises.”

“We’ll be here!” You assured him, turning to leave, weary of the setting sun shining through the window. You waved at him from over your shoulder, offering one last smile as you exited the shop.

“Bradley,” you huffed, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the taller brunette. The two of you were currently in another argument about going to the physician, your window before the shop closed rapidly waning as the sun sank lower and lower towards the horizon. You had tried to stay awake the night before, waiting for Bradley on deck before falling asleep on one of the dozen barrels scattered about. You had inexplicably woken up in your bed that morning, still dressed in the clothes from the day before. When you had entered the galley, he was still absent, the rest of your little friend group remaining tight lipped about where he might be. The rest of your day was spent meal prepping and taking inventory with Bob until finally, the man had run out of chores for you two to do. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was keeping you busy on purpose.

You had sat perched in the same spot as the night before, eyes trained on the gangway until a familiar head of brown hair peeked over the deck. He spotted you right away, freezing in his tracks before making a beeline for the stairs leading below deck. You were hot on his heels, your temper surfacing as you finally cornered him.

“Guppy,” he replied cooly, refusing to meet your eye as he scanned the galley for help.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you accused him, earning a scoff.

“Have not.”

“Have to.”

“Have not.”

“You have to, and don’t even try to deny it again,” you snapped, poking him in the chest. “We have precious little time to get to the physician before he closes up shop for the day. He was kind enough to keep it open as long as he is, now let’s go.”

“I’m not going,” he muttered. You froze, balking at his tone.

“What?”

“I’m not going, Guppy,” he repeated, still not meeting your gaze, golden eyes locked on something just past your shoulder. You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head in exasperation.

“Bradley-”

“I’m not going, and that’s final,” he growled. “Drop it.”

You stared at him for a long moment, your anger and sadness welling up all at once inside of you.

“You really want to leave me alone, don’t you?” You whispered. Bradley’s eyes snapped to you, still firm, but now with an edge of uncertainty to them. “First it was Papa, then Mama. I only had you, and now you’re determined to leave me too. You’d rather see me alone than go see the stupid physician, is that it?”

His face dropped into a look of horror, regret swirling in his eyes as he reached for you. “Guppy-”

You took a step back, feeling the hot, angry tears sting at your eyes. You fixed him with your meanest glare, cursing yourself when you felt your bottom lip begin to tremble.

“If you want to die so bad,” you sniffled, “then by all means, go ahead. Just leave me out of it.”

And with that, you turned on your heals and practically sprinted towards the stairs, the eyes of the rest of the crew fixed on you the entire way. You were vaguely aware of Bob’s concerned face peering at you from the kitchen, Mickey and Reuben seated not too far away. You passed Nat, ignoring her outstretched hands as you thundered past her and Javy up the stairs. The wind sent a chill down your heated face, only made worse when the tears finally began to fall. The sun was just above the horizon now, the sky painted in an array of pinks and oranges as it beckoned the night.

“Rough time?”

You jumped, spinning around to find Jake leaning against the railing on the far side of the ship. His golden blonde hair shimmered in the evening light. The sun kissed the horizon just passed his shoulder, creating a halo that glowed around him. If you didn’t already know him, you’d think he was an angel. He stares at you as if he could see into the very depths of your soul, his olive green eyes never wavering.

“What do you care?” You snapped, furiously rubbing at your eyes to rid them of any tears. Jake watched you intently, as if knowing that you would continue. “Bradley’s not eating.”

“Of course he’s not,” Jake replied, no hint of malice or sarcasm in his voice. Just a simple statement, but it made you tense up nonetheless.

“He hasn’t eaten in weeks,” you clarified, unsure if maybe he misunderstood you. He nodded, face unchanging.

“I know.”

“You know?” You asked incredulously. “You know, and you’ve done nothing about it?”

“There’s nothing to be done about it,” he shrugged, and you felt your whole body stiffen in anger.

“He needs a physician,” you snapped, fists clenched so hard at your sides, you thought you might draw blood with how your nails dug into your palms.

“A physician can’t cure what’s wrong with him, darlin’,” he drawled, as if explaining something so obvious. Your jaw ticked in annoyance.

“And what, pray tell, is wrong with my brother, captain?” You spat, the title earning a twitch from the blond’s lips.

“Do you believe in Davy Jones, Guppy?” he asked. That was unexpected. The change in conversation had your head jerking back, confusion stifling the anger momentarily.

“I believe he’s a scary story that parents tell their children to scare them into being good,” you responded, thinking back to the stories your own father would tell you. “He’s not real.”

Jake gave a humorless chuckle, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. He ran a hand through his golden locks, looking out over the side of the ship and to the sea. The sound of the gulls and the creak of the ship as it rocked in the waves were the only things to be heard before he spoke. “I can assure you, he’s real.”

“Stop teasing,” you snapped, crossing your arms and fixing him with a glare. He gave you a wry smile, a look of sadness barely discernable in his eyes as they swept over you.

“If only it were that,” he started. “I didn’t believe in curses until six years ago, if you can believe that.”

“And what happened six years ago to make you a believer?” you asked, rolling your eyes. You were in no mood to be mocked or played with, and this man was wasting your time with his nonsense. You glanced over his shoulder. If you could wrap this conversation up, perhaps you could somehow convince Bradley to go with you to get the care he needed.

Jake paused. “Six years ago, I met a woman. She was beautiful, sweet, caring. The kinds of things most men want in a woman.”

“And you don’t?” you questioned.

“Those are nice things to have,” he hummed thoughtfully, then he gave you a small smirk. “But I’ve always wanted a little more.”

You ignored the shiver that smirk sent through you. “So, I’m guessing you took this woman to bed?”

“I did,” Jake admitted, pursing his lips. “And then I left her. Only, I didn’t know that there was another man in love with her at the time.”

“And he beat you senseless?” You guessed, letting out a snort of derision.

“Haven’t you been paying attention, darlin’?” He chuckled. “That man was none other than Davy Jones himself. Risen from the deep to exact vengeance on little, old me.”

“Right,” you scoffed. Surely he couldn’t be expecting you to believe him? He was speaking of fairytales. “And what, pray tell, does this curse involve exactly?”

“I, and everyone in my crew, are destined to exist on this earth in limbo. Not alive, but not dead either. A half-life. We eat, but we are never full. Our food tasting like ash.” He stood up, walking slowly towards you as he continued talking. “We drink, but our thirst is never quenched. The finest wines leave our throat dry like the desert.”

He cupped your cheek, stroking it before resting his thumb on your bottom lip, and you willed yourself to stay focused on the conversation at hand, despite the warmth the seemingly innocent action sparked in you. “We can feel, but no touch leaves us satisfied. I and every other member of this crew have taken many women to bed, only to crave more and more as this insatiable need for contact drives us mad. I’ve not known relief from another person’s touch in over six years.”

“Must be lonely,” you said softly. A look of unadulterated despair ran across Jake’s face, and it was then that you knew in your heart that he was telling the truth. It was the look of a man with ghosts that followed him, taunting him into submission, and you sucked in a harsh breath as he stared at you. His eyes shone with unshed tears, his breaths coming in ragged for a moment before he was able to compose himself.

“It’s agony,” he admitted quietly, dropping his hand back to his side, almost reluctantly.

“Did Davy Jones give you a way to lift the curse?” you asked, a sense of urgency in your tone. If there was a way you could help Bradley and your new friends, you had to try.

Jake didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he sighed, “I have to find what he considers to be the greatest treasure of all.”

“And what is that?”

“He didn’t say,” Jake muttered, head hanging low.

Your brow furrowed. “But, how are you supposed to find it if you don’t even know what it is you’re looking for?”

“Isn’t that the point?” he snorted, a humorless smile etched onto his face as he looked back at you. A sense of dread filled you, and you did your best to push it to the side. Giving up was not an option, it never had been for you.

“Well, you have all the time in the world to find what it is you’re looking for,” you offered, giving him a soft smile. He shook his head, the wry smile finding a home on his face once more.

“Old Jonesy only gave me seven years to find it before the curse becomes permanent.”

“Seven years?” you exclaimed, ice drenching your bones. “But you said this happened six years ago!”

“I did,” he said softly, watching you put the pieces together.

“But, that means…” you trailed off, horror overtaking your senses. Jake nodded.

“I have less than one year left to find the treasure.”

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Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aegon always had a few things made him genuinely happy, this pretty servant girl was one of them. However, the Gods seem to be eager to make his life miserable, for one day he sees all his future plans ruined by the intervention of others.

Tags/TW: angst, cursing, fluff, soft/brief smut, different social status trope, cheating, mentions of violence, murder, and kidnapping, death threats, betrayal(?

Author's Note: This is a request from my old account, I struggle to write this bc I didn't know how to start it but I finally figured it out. It took me a while but finally I did and here it is!

Word Count: 8.8k

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When Aegon met that sweet girl, it was merely accidental. He was in a place where he was not supposed to be and she was spending her night doing tasks she was not supposed to do. It was as if all the stars were perfectly aligned for the both of them to meet. Aegon would later call it destiny.

She was no more than a servant, no more than a lowborn girl who was lucky enough to work in the castle. She had no money, no titles, not even a house nor a family as her mother had passed from a fever a few years ago. She had never seen the world beyond the Red Keep, for she was born and raised there by her mother. There was nothing in her that could, perhaps, call the prince attention in the way that it did.

They were both sixteen when they first met.

It was in the kitchens, quite late at night and passed the owl hour. The servant girl was polishing the plates and the silverware as she suddenly heard a loud noise. Of course she got really scared, especially when so many risks were going around King’s Landing, but her curiosity always took the best of her. With a kitchen knife in her hand, she started to get closer and closer towards the door. Small and stealthy steps until her shaky hand reached the cold door handle.

She did not get the opportunity to open the door as someone else, from the other side, did it first. The knife fell from her hand as she took several steps back, and only then she was able to see who it was.

Prince Aegon walked inside the kitchen without even noticing the presence of the scared maid. The girl watched him from a corner as he wobbled around the room until finding a piece of bread, which he quickly ate, forgetting all his manners and etiquette classes. She was confused, visibly shocked by his presence in the room. She was thinking about what was best, letting him know she was there too or just waiting for him to realize on his own.

He left no time for her to think further as he found her shape in the darkness and stood there, with a half eaten bread in his bruised hand and his lilac eyes fixed on her.

“Who are you?” He dragged his words. She quickly realized he was drunk. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I…”

“Who are you?” He repeated, without even letting her finish.

“I’m y/n.” She swiftly said, picking the knife from the floor and leaving it aside to clean it later. “I’m one of the servants of the kitchen, my Prince…” She explained, doing a small bow.

“Why have I never seen you before?” He asked.

The girl only managed to shrug, not sure what she should answer. Aegon just stood there, staring at her shape, at the way her dirty gown would contour her breasts. Lustful eyes were soon seen in the Prince’s face.

“How old are you?” He asked again.

“Umh… ten-and-six.” She replied, a bit uncomfortable with his stare.

“Same as I.” He let her know for some reason.

He stumbled towards her direction, the piece of bread soon fell onto the floor as he kept getting closer and closer to her. The girl widened her eyes with confusion and disbelief as he did so. She was shaking and nervous, her heart beating fast and unsteady. Her blood was running cold. He was a few inches away now, and the girl was able to sense his scent. He smelled like wine and sweat. It was not pleasing at all, but she did not blame him. He seemed to have had a terrible night.

Aegon stretched his arm to reach for her, or at least that is what she thought in the first place. His hand went straight to the height of her waist as she could see the drunkenness in his eyes. She clenched her jaw once he was close enough to hear her fastened breathing. And just when she thought he would grab her waist, his hand followed its way until it reached a bottle of fine Dornish wine.

She blinked a few times, relieved and confused. A rose blush went to her cheeks when she realized all the inner panic she went through for nothing. She was embarrassed by how her mind had worked in order to make her think that the Prince would be interested enough to get to touch her. It was ridiculous, it made her feel like a fool.

Aegon did not even bother to grab a cup and pour some wine in it, he drank straight from the bottle.

“I can tell you are nervous from my presence.” Aegon spoke with a smug grin on his pale face. “Do not worry about it. You are…” He looked at her from head to toe, as if he was analyzing her body to come up with the perfect word to describe her, “... pretty, but you are not my type.”

The girl frowned, a bit offended perhaps.

“I would definitely fuck you if your tits were bigger.” He muttered.

She blushed with his comment and she instinctively hid her body from his stare, turning his back at him to keep polishing the silverware.

Aegon chuckled, and he left.

The girl thought that was the last time he would come to the kitchens, but she was wrong. He would visit the kitchen late at night every day since then, stealing some bread and some wine as if he was a beggar and not the heir of the Iron Throne. The girl would just bow at him, seeing that he would usually arrive drunk or dizzy with cuts in his face.

She never really paid attention to any of that, the people who worked with her advised her to mind her own business in order to live in peace. Never repeat what you have heard, never ask too many questions and, most importantly, never get involved with them. She obeyed those rules, obviously, trying to stay out of trouble. But when one night Aegon arrived panting and with a deep cut in his forehead, she had to do something about it.

He looked worse than prior nights. His face was paler and sweaty, his eyes covered with dark circles and his lips dried and chapped. Besides the deep cut in his forehead, there were scratches on his face and bruises in his hand. The girl was genuinely worried for his state, especially when she found traces of dried tears in his cheeks.

“My prince…” She said in a gasp. Aegon was barely able to walk, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he collapsed on the floor. She immediately ran towards him, kneeling by his side, “My prince, are you okay? Shall I call a Maester?”

Aegon did not reply, he just whimpered some unintelligible words.

“Just wait here, my prince, I will call the Maester.”

The girl stood up, but before she could step away from him, he grabbed her hand and made her stop. She looked down at him and she was able to perceive the begging in his eyes, she slightly frowned.

“No Maesters…” He said, his voice sounding raspy and low, “Please.”

She only nodded softly, but she still escaped from his weak grip in order to find some clean cloth and cover it with warm water. She kneeled once again when she had a small bowl and the cloth on her hand. She leaned to clean his wounds but before she touched him, she stopped herself.

“May I?” She softly asked. Aegon looked at her, a bit unsure, but he ended up nodding anyway.

He hissed when the cloth was rubbed against his open wounds, they still hurted a lot, but he tried to make it seem as if they did not. The girl was gentle and careful, making sure to remove the dirt and dry blood out of his face. He clenched his jaw, and he was visibly tense. He was not used to receiving such a delicate treatment, and he certainly did not know how to react to it. Aegon would try to look away from her face, a bit embarrassed and shy. He felt as if he was a small boy once again, and he felt an odd sensation of safety in that moment; which was the weirdest thing. He had never interacted with this girl enough to find comfort in her touch, and yet he did.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, “This is not your job.”

She shrugged, still concentrating on cleaning his face. Aegon would notice how she would frown and pressed her lips when she was focused… he thought it was kind of cute.

“But it’s the right thing.” She replied. “I cannot leave you like this, your wounds might get infected.”

“So you’re doing this because you are nice.” He concluded, sighing. He was not going to lie, he was expecting her to ask something in exchange for her kindness.

“Is something wrong with that?”

Aegon shrugged, “I was expecting you to tell me how much gold you wanted, actually.”

The girl laughed before she realized he was actually being serious. He genuinely thought she was doing this to gain something from him, especially when all his gentle interactions with other people had always come with a price… or with conditions.

“I- I would never ask you for gold, my prince.” She said softly, stopping for a moment to see his eyes. “Why would I do that when your family already gave me a place to live?”

Aegon clicked his tongue and shook his head, “it’s just what I thought,” he replied, a bit embarrassed.

The girl smiled softly at him, gently removing what was left of blood in his face. Once it was all done she stood up and helped the prince to stand too. He grabbed her hand, and sat on a chair. His head hurted, and his stomach was growling for food. The girl was quick to realize it as she made him a sandwich and gave him juice instead of wine. Aegon complained at first, but he soon was silenced by himself.

She was being nice, he thought, the least he could do was be grateful to her.

He devoured the sandwich. He had not had food since lunch and his stomach only had wine and cider in it. The girl would look at him with curious eyes, she felt tempted to ask him what had happened, but then she remembered the rules; do not ask too many questions. Do. not. get. involved.

However, Aegon could see the curiosity all over her face. She was not very good at hiding it, not at all.

“They kicked me out of a tavern.” He explained, his mouth filled with the sandwich, “I forgot to take my gold coins with me, and when the owner found out I couldn’t pay him, he beat me up.” He pointed at his face, “I don’t even know how I got here. I thought I was going to be found laying in Flea Bottom.” There was a pause, and he scoffed, “The bastard hit me so fucking hard, he sober me up.”

She saw him smile slightly. It was a sour smile but still. His chubby cheeks made his pale face more tender, and kind… and handsome. The girl quickly tried to erase those intrusive thoughts out of her mind. He was a prince, the heir. She should not be thinking about him in that way. She tried to convince herself that it was a stupid thing, perhaps a silly little crush. She told herself to stop being a fool, and she forbade her mind to think about the prince in that way. It was not proper nor correct.

Sadly, it was impossible to control her thoughts.

The next few days were different, especially because Aegon would speak to her now. He did not ignore her presence any longer, and he would chat with her about small insignificant things. The girl did not mind about this at all, he would never share something private or delicate with her, he would just speak about trivial stuff or silly things such as how good the dornish wine was, or that he would someday fly to Lys to see what the brothels can offer him. Nothing too personal.

She would listen to his rants, smiling, nodding and humming in agreement, never actually speaking too much. She was not going to lie and say that the prince did not intimidate her, he was handsome, and had quite the reputation although he never tried to overstep her limits. Still, there was something in him that made her feel some kind of nervousness in her system whenever he was around.

The girl knew there was a big chance that Aegon did not remember all those nights, because she thought he was drunk in most of them. But he was not.

At first, of course, he was. He would go to the kitchen to eat and try to sober himself up before going to bed so the hangover would not be too harsh. But once he started to talk to her, to speak and spend time in the kitchens with her presence, he stopped getting excessively drunk. He wanted to remember their talks for some reason, even when she barely said a word.

He always wondered why, and one day, after he stopped eating some lemon pastries that she had saved for him, he asked her.

“You are not quite the talker, are you?” He teases, a slight smirk on his face, “Sometimes I feel as if I’m boring you with my words or something.”

She widened her eyes, shaking her head almost immediately. “Oh, no. No, of course not, my prince.”

Aegon scoffed, “I already told you, y/n. Stop calling me prince… I’m Aegon for you.”

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She blushed a little before looking at her old shoes and pressing her lips, “it doesn’t feel proper to call you that… I’m just a servant.”

Then he said something that would be tattooed on her mind until the end of her life.

“You’re not just a servant.” He spoke quickly, “You’re my friend.”

The girl looked so impressed that the words seemed to be unable to find their way out of her mouth. Her eyes reflected the shock his words brought to her mind, she stood still while her heart was beating fast and a weird sensation was installed in her gut. She tried her best to make her chest move calmly and steady. She did not know what was happening with her body and why his words made such an impact on her.

Aegon chuckled, he clearly had noticed her body tensed, “What?” He said, teasingly, with that smug grin that made him look so deadly handsome, “If you don’t want to be my friend, you can just tell me.”

The girl shook her head, “N-no…” Her voice came out thin and shaky. She cursed herself for it, “it’s not that… it took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Why?” He quickly asked, genuinely curious.

“Well… uh,” she started dubiously, “I never thought you would consider me a friend, actually.”

He frowned, “Why the fuck would I not?” he said, as if he was offended by her presumption. “You feed me, you listen to me without complaining, you make me laugh sometimes when you decide to open your mouth, you take care of my wounds…” He stopped himself, thinking about the long list of things she had done for him. “Of course you’re my friend, y/n. I would actually say that you are my only friend in this whole shithole.”

She could not help but blush. Her eyes glistening and her mind going fuzzy with intrusive thoughts.

“You are my friend.” He continued for the last time.

And he smiled. A genuine smile that made her heart burst with an unbeknownst feeling.

The years passed, and they were no longer children. Aegon married Helaena, and was now the father of two twins, with another babe on the way. The girl was in the wedding, not as a guest but as the responsible to serve the desserts on the enormous feast that was held in the honor of the new couple. She remembers that night, which was the first night Aegon was not able to visit her in the kitchen because he was bedding his new wife. She cried herself to sleep without even knowing why.

Her eyes were puffy, red and sore the next morning. She excused herself saying it was allergies to the pollen; it was mid-spring.

The years had only made their relationship become closer. Now they were both twenty and she knew she had fallen in love with him… she would just deny it to herself in order to cope with her feelings. To bear the weight of guilt she felt because she did everything she was not supposed to do in the first place. But how could she have avoided it in the first place? Aegon needed someone, and she was there… at the right place, at the right time. She did not choose this, why would she? She knew the consequences of her feelings, she knew that they would never be reciprocated by him.

Now, not only was he a prince, but he was a married man and a father.

She knew the truth; he had told her way before the wedding on one of those nights when they met in secret. He was doing it out of duty, he had no desire or carnal love for his sister at all, and those words made her feel better.

Their friendship remained a secret as a request from her. She was scared that they would kick her out of the castle if they found out about it, and she did not have any other place to go. Her whole life she has been living in the Red Keep, she did not have anything else.

“No one would kick you out if I said otherwise.” Aegon had said to her, “I swear it!”

The girl shook her head, “I don’t want to take risks, Aegon… please, just do this for me.”

And he did. He was unable to say no to her.

Now they would spend long nights together. Talking and laughing in silence as the rest of the castle sleeps. They took advantage of those nights since it was the only time they could actually spend together, by themselves. Even when there was time when she was present during small feasts, sharing small stares and smiles with Aegon, that was not enough for either of them. They would always go and gather in their safe place.

No one suspected them, until one night.

Aegon went to the kitchens as usual after waiting for the hour of the owl in his room with a small cup of wine. He left his chambers by the secret passage as he usually did and went to the kitchens where he knew she was waiting for him.

There she was. So busy kneading some dough to even notice his presence in the room. Aegon smiled as he saw her, wanting to scare her or prank her… but then he stopped himself to look at her.

And then he saw her. He truly saw her.

Her panting as she struggled to knead the dough –he inferred she has been doing it for a while now–, her face covered with small stains of flour as her hair was inside a kind of hair net. Aegon felt something odd growing inside of him, something that made him feel comfortable but nervous at the same time. It was a weird feeling, something that was quite unknown for him, but that for some reason it felt right.

Her brow was furrowed, she was concentrating on what she was doing and she looked adorable. Anyone who would see her would think she was angry or mad, but Aegon knew her already. She was probably thinking about something else while doing her job, her body was here but her mind was somewhere else.

And he was right. She was actually thinking about him, she barely realized he was standing in the same room as her, for her mind was far away from that place. All the movement her body was doing was muscle memory, she was in automatic pilot while she was lost in her thoughts thinking about Aegon's laughter, and how it made her feel last night. She, of course, knew what all these feelings were about, but she tried to make them go away. She was not stupid enough to believe that she ever would have a chance with Aegon; he was a prince, the literal heir to the iron throne, and she was a mere servant, who hardly ever left the kitchen only to go to the dining hall.

She knew nothing about the world where she was living.

They both stood there in the kitchen with two different sets of minds. While the girl has not yet acknowledged Aegon's presence, Aegon had all his attention on her.

He stared at her as if there was nothing else left to see in the world. Her beauty was just now showing for him as he looked at the shape of her lips and wished to know what would it feel to kiss her, to hold her close, to caress her soft skin. He scared himself with those intrusive thoughts as he had never thought that way about anyone. There was a moment there where Aegon asked himself whether she had put a spell on him, because the need to touch her, and to be close to her was starting to feel overwhelming.

It wasn't until particles of the flour reached Aegon's nose, making him sneeze, that they both woke up from their daydreaming and looked at each other with widened eyes. Aegon realized how intensely he was looking at her, and she realized he was standing in front of her all this time.

"Aegon..." She says surprised, "How... How long have you been standing there?"

"A while." He simply answered, a small smile on his face. "You have flour in your face."

She widened her eyes and giggled shyly as she grabbed a small kitchen cloth to carelessly wipe her face. She was a bit rough, and Aegon quickly went to her side to grab the cloth in her hand.

"Don't be so rough with yourself" He told her before he started wiping what was left.

He did it so gently and softly, that even he was surprised to find himself doing such a delicate gesture. The girl froze in her place as her heart beated faster and faster with each passing second. Her skin would tickle in every part he would touch, his trace left tiny marks that went straight to her heart and made her melt. It was such an innocent action, and yet it felt so intimate for both of them.

She would have said something. She would have told him how much she loved the way his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the candles. She would have told him how bad she wanted to tangle her fingers in his silver hair. She would have told him the immense urge she felt to kiss him... but she didn't. She did not have the chance to do so.

The door of the kitchen was opened in a sudden move and an old woman that Aegon had never seen before walked inside the room. The girl took a few steps back almost immediately, and their moment was soon forgotten and ruined. The old lady looked at Aegon with surprise in her wrinkled face and she bowed swiftly at him. The girl nervously drove her attention back to the dough in front of her and her hands were digging in it once again. Her cheeks red, her eyes glistening, and her heart pounding fast.

"Prince Aegon, you shall not be here..." The old lady said. The girl felt her heart ache at her words, as if the realization of the different social status between them was just hitting her mind, waking her up from her silly fantasy.

The old lady was Imelda. The oldest of all of the servants that work in the kitchen. She was the one in charge of all of them, as she has been working in the Red Keep since the reign of the Old King Jaehaerys. Imelda was a stern old woman, grumpy and strict, and with just one side look, the girl knew that the old woman knew about what was going on between Aegon and her.

"This is no place for a Prince." Imelda said.

Aegon scoffed, annoyed. "And who are you to tell me where my place is?" He spoke harshly.

Imelda looked at the girl, and then at the Prince, who was visibly bothered with her presence. The old woman looked at her feet.

"I did not mean to offend you in any way, my Prince." Imelda said in a low tone, sounding almost embarrassed, "I beg for your pardon if that is the case."

Aegon quickly took his eyes off of the grumpy lady to put them in the sweet girl in front of him. She was visibly nervous, her hands were shaking for she knew she was in trouble now. The stern look on Imelda's face was burning in her face. Aegon tried to do something to get her out of the situation that he put her in.

"I'll be in my chambers." He spoke. His tone was different, less soft and gentle. It was demanding, he was not speaking to her, he was giving her an order. She immediately knew what he was trying to do. “Do not take long, I don’t have the patience to wait for my meal the whole night.”

And then he left. The girl immediately went to grab some fruit, using the first thing she saw to prepare something for him. She was improvising, her hands still shaking as she cut apples, strawberries and pineapples. Imelda was staring at her sternly, with a serious grin that would threaten anyone who is brave enough to see it.

It was the first time they had been caught in almost four years of their friendship. She wondered why Imelda was there in the first place, because she was usually soundly sleeping at this hour.

“You shall not allow the prince to be here.” Imelda ordered.

She accommodated the fruit in a small bowl and the bowl in a silver platter.

“I don’t think I should be giving orders to the prince, Imelda.” She spoke softly, evading her stare. “If the prince desires to be here, I cannot kick him out.”

She put a cup and a bottle of wine in the silver platter along with the bowl of fruit that she quickly cut into small pieces. She picked it up with a napkin made out of fabric and started to walk towards the door. She was about to leave when Imelda grabbed her arm in a firm and painful grip. She gasped out of impression and turned around to see her with widened eyes.

"Imelda-"

"What do you think you are doing?" She asks bitterly, furrowing her already wrinkled forehead. "Drooling behind the prince's back as if you were some kind of whore..."

She clenched her jaw after hearing her words. Offended and hurt by the nature of them. The girl couldn't believe what she was hearing, the old lady's harsh words ripping through her heart as sharp as a dagger. She has never spoken to her that way before. No one has ever done so.

"I don't know what you're implying..." She whispers, nervously.

The old lady pressed her lips and looked at her.

"Yes, you do." Imelda said before letting her go.

The girl took a deep, shaky breath before walking outside the kitchens to go to Aegon’s chambers. Her lips were quivering, her eyes tearing up as she bit her lip and tried not to sob in the gloomy empty hallways of the Red Keep.

Once she arrived at Aegon's chambers, she spoke to him for a few minutes before she thought it was time to go back in case Imelda was waiting for her to return. Aegon did not ask her for the drying tears on her cheeks or the reason why her nose was reddish… he just caressed her hair for the last time before kissing her forehead and letting her go.

The next morning things started to get complicated. Ser Criston walked into his room to announce the Hand and the Queen were expecting his presence in the Hand’s quarters. Aegon groaned because he was awakened during a beautiful dream that had that pretty girl as its main character. And yet, he got up from his comfortable bed and got dressed up.

He walked reluctantly and lazily towards the place his grandsire and his mother would be waiting for him. Ser Criston was walking behind his back, escorting him to make sure he did not run away before arriving at his sire’s chambers.

Once he was getting closer, he saw the old lady walking to the opposite way, as if she was just leaving the room. Aegon frowned, and immediately a weird feeling was placed on his chest. He followed the only lady with his stare until she turned in a corner and faded out of his sight. Aegon clenched his jaw, and walked inside the room.

“Take a seat, Aegon.” His mother told him, he reluctantly did as she asked, still thinking of the old lady whose name he could not recall.

“What is it?” He asked impatiently, “Tell me already.”

“So you know why you are here.” Otto stepped in the conversation.

Aegon shrugged, “I might have an idea.”

Alicent looked at Otto, and she nodded softly, as if she was giving him the permission to begin the conversation without delaying it further.

“We’ve heard about some rumors-”

“So all of this is because of what an old wench said?” He interrupted him.

Alicent closed her eyes and then looked down at the floor, as if his words had just confirmed what the rumors said. Aegon knew he fucked up by just seeing his mother’s reaction.

"So it is true." Otto said, a bitter grin on his face. Alicent sighed, "You are involved with that servant girl."

"Whatever I do in my leisure time is not of your concern." Aegon replied immediately, "It does not matter who I talk to-"

"It does, Aegon." Alicent interrupted, "Helaena is your wife, the mother of your children... you must respect her."

"I do respect her."

"By having an affair with a low born?" His mother accused him, her eyes looking at him as if she was accusing him of something, "I was kind enough to allow you to sleep with whores and maids... I gave you that freedom because you are a man. But this... this seems more intimate than any other relationship you may have had in the past and I cannot allow this."

"An affair?" He asked, a bit offended, "What did the old wrench tell you?"

"That she found you and this lady in a compromising position in the kitchens... and that you've been seeing her for a while now." Otto said.

"She's my friend." Aegon said.

"How long has this been going on?” Alicent asked, her tone stern and firm.

“A while.” Aegon replied without second thoughts.

“A while?” Otto repeated, frowning. “How long?”

“Does it matter?”

“Aegon, answer the question.” Alicent demanded.

He clenched his jaw and clicked his tongue, his eyes almost rolling with annoyance before he responded, “A few years… four, perhaps, I don’t know.”

“Gods…” Alicent muttered, “This is unbelievable.”

“What are your intentions with that girl?” Otto asked, “Did you bed her already? Are you paying for her services?”

“She’s not a whore.” Aegon spat with rage. How dare he speak so poorly of her? “I will not allow you to speak about her in that way.”

“It seems as if you are fond of this girl, aren’t you?” The old man spoke again. His voice was already making Aegon angrier. “Whatever is the origin of this infatuation, it must end now. Helaena is your wife, and having this kind of relationship with a low born is hugely offensive for her and for your children.”

“She is my friend.” Aegon repeated, “I will not stop this just because a bitter old lady is spilling rumors about me.”

“Are they truly just rumors, Aegon?” Alicent stepped in, her voice softer than Otto’s but still being stern and firm, “Can you look me in the eye and swear to me that you do not have feelings for this girl?”

Aegon did not say anything, he just looked at his mother with an indescribable look in his conflicted face. He was uncertain of his feelings, he did not know how to identify them… however, he knew that everytime he would spend the night with her company he felt better, he knew that her soft smile always brings him comfort, and he knew for sure that the girl was certainly the only person in the world that truly knows him.

But that does not mean he had fallen for her, does it?

“This is bullshit.” Aegon muttered, trying to avoid the question. Alicent sighed, but there was a pitiful look on her face. It seemed as if she was able to read through him, and see what his true feelings were.

Before the conversation went any further, a guard walked inside the room. He claimed that the king had asked for the presence of his wife in his chambers urgently; Alicent had no other choice but to leave. Aegon was left behind with the unpleasant company of his grandsire, the hand.

“Shall I go now?” Aegon asked.

“I’ll give you a choice, Aegon.” Otto started, completely ignoring the question of the young prince. “Stop seeing this servant girl and everything will be fine for her; she will keep her position in the kitchens, she will be safe with a roof over her head-”

“And what if I don’t?” He interrupted him, daringly, not letting himself look intimidated by him.

Otto pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to suppress a sigh. He looked disappointed, as if that was not the answer he was expecting.

“The consequences will be… harmful. Not for you, but for her.”

“Is that a threat?”

Otto shook his head, “No.” He spoke softly, “It’s a warning.”

Aegon left the room with a challenging smirk, but the words of his grandsire were spinning around his mind during the whole day. He tried to make it seem as if he was not scared by his words, but in reality he was frightened. The safety of his beloved was at risk, and the fact something bad might happen to her because of his actions was killing him inside.

He did not go to the kitchens that night… or the next day, or the next week.

He isolated himself from her because he thought it was the right thing to do. He even thought that the distance he had imposed between them was going to help him to forget about the new feelings that were starting to flourish inside of him. Sadly, it did not. It only made him more desperate to be with her.

She has become his new drug. The wine was not enough to get her out of his mind during those agonizing days when he forced himself to be away from her. He was craving her, his whole body would ache with her absence… until he could not bear it anymore.

Aegon left his chamber late at night, ignoring the questions of the guard outside his door and almost running towards the servants' dorms. His legs were working out of muscle memory, for his mind was only thinking of her.

The girl widened her eyes as Aegon stumped in her room. It was so odd to see him there, usually he would never cross the kitchen’s towards the dorms. She stood from her bed in one jump, and Aegon’s breath was caught in his throat as he saw her. Her light-blue nightgown was contouring her shape so beautifully that Aegon felt weak in the knees. It was the first time he had seen her in that state, with her hair exposed without that ugly piece of fabric covering it and without the dirty attires she was forced to use.

And gods, she was such a sight.

“Aegon…” She spoke first, breaking the silence. “What in the seven hells are you doing here? Imelda can see you-”

“I don’t give a shit about that old wench.” Aegon quickly said, “I haven’t been able to visit you because she told my mother about… us.”

Her face went pale as his words left his mouth, the girl took a sharp breath, “What?”

“My mother and Otto spoke with me about it, they know.”

“So that’s why the Hand asked for me the other day…” She said softly, as if she had just connected the dots inside her head.

Aegon panicked, “What? Why? What did he say to you?”

“It was quite odd, he wanted to speak to me about an upcoming feast… I don’t know why he would choose to speak about those matters with me, I’m not even in charge.”

“He wanted to see your face… I don’t know how he got your name, I never told him.” The despair in his voice was quite obvious for her.

“Is something wrong?” She asks softly, her voice being so comforting for Aegon. He looked at her, and she immediately had an idea of what might have happened. She tilted her head as she pressed her lips in a thin line, “He threatened me, didn’t he?”

Aegon nodded slowly, and he took a few steps closer to her in order to cup her face; softly and gently. That mere action brought butterflies to her gut, and a rose blush to her cheeks.

“I will never let him hurt you.” He spoke firmly, “I promise you.”

“I know…” She whispered, so softly that he was barely able to hear, “Friends are supposed to protect each other, right?”

He slightly smiled at her, his hand still cupping her face as their eyes did not dare to look anything else but her. Her eyes, he flushed cheeks, her nose, her lips. The girl felt safe, suddenly all the messy situations with Imelda and Otto were long forgotten thanks to his touch and his soft look in his face.

But then, something changed in his eyes, something was different. His softened stare was showing something else, something strange. An emotion that she could not quite identify. His smile suddenly disappeared, as if something had taken over him, as if he had just had an epiphany right there in that place. He pauses, she could feel that he even stopped breathing for a second, she saw the small turmoil crossing his eyes as she stared at her.

Then he pronounced in a whisper, barely audible.

"You're my best friend..."

She saw it; the look in his eyes, the way his cheeks seemed to be tainted with a soft pink shade. The way his words slipped out of his mouth with so much care. She knew it immediately, she could feel it in the silence that came after his words, she could feel it in his loving touch.

They were in love.

She took a deep breath before doing the bravest thing she had ever done... she pressed her lips against his. At first it was soft, a mere touch that was scared of being rejected, a soft brush against his lips. But Aegon had waited for it for a long time, and he tightened the grip on her cheeks just enough to pull her closer to him and properly kiss her.

Her lips were so soft, so delicate and gentle. His lips were dried, a bit chapped too, and she could sense a slight flavor of wine in his mouth as he slowly tried to slip his tongue between her lips. She accepted it immediately, grabbing his shirt between her fists. Her lips moving against his in an almost perfect synchronization that made the both of them drool for each other.

It was gentle, careful and slow. They were tasting each other without hurry, seizing the moment that they had been waiting for so long without even realizing. It felt so perfect, so right, so good. It was amazing, they both felt amazing.

Soon their bodies started to crave for more, and their clothing started to disappear. Aegon’s hands were not able to stay still, he felt the desperate need to touch every single inch of her skin. He needed to feel every curve, every scar, every tiny detail drawn on her. He needed to feel his hands burn with her warm skin.

She was sighing, breathing heavily as Aegon was claiming her body with soft kisses. Her eyes closed but her mouth slightly open as soft murmurs left her lips. He kissed every part of her; her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and he took his time when he kissed between her legs. She had to bite the back of her hand to not moan out loud, for the pleasure he was giving her was too much for her to handle. She was sure she saw stars.

When Aegon decided it was time to move onto the next part, they were both panting already, filled with lust and love for each other as they stared at their eyes with soft smiles drawn on their flustered faces. Aegon placed himself between her legs and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her face contracting out of pain and pleasure was a sight that Aegon would never forget, it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

He moved slowly after letting her adapt to his size, bucking his hips slow but deep. He kissed her, devouring her lips as a starve man as he would moan against her. The girl was breathing fast, so overwhelmed with what was going on that she was barely able to think about anything that was beyond that tiny room. Aegon would look at her face, at her burning cheeks and teary eyes, and his heart would beat fast.

He knew right there at that moment that his grandsire was wrong. This was not an infatuation, this was pure love. He was in love.

His face was soon buried on the crook of her neck as his thrust remained slow, but turned harder and deeper. They were trying so hard not to be too loud, but it was too much. Aegon was whimpering against her skin as she was softly whining. They were lucky that the castle had thick walls.

When they finished, they were out of breath. Their skin was sweaty and burning, and the bed was a mess. They kissed once more, still letting soft moans leave their lips as they did so. They were tangled with each other, not wanting to let go of their grip.

There was a moment of silence, only their fastened breathing was heard. Their foreheads were pressed against each other as their eyes were still closed.

“I’m scared of losing you.” He mumbled, “I love you so much.”

His words made her eyes flutter open. He leaned back a few inches to see her face and caressed her sweet features. She was so beautiful.

“I love you too, Aegon…” She answered shyly, with a small smile on her face.

He took a deep breath and spoke again, “Do you love me enough to escape with me?”

Her heart sank and her breathing, which was starting to become steady, fastened again. Aegon rubbed his nose against hers and pledge,

“We can take Sunfyre and leave this place… we can be happy together, I know that.”

“But-”

“I already have an heir.” He answered before she could ask the question, “When my father dies my place will be given to Jaehaerys, I know Aemond will be there to guide him and teach him everything he needs to be a good king… He is better than me in that aspect.”

“They will find us…” She said, hesitantly. Aegon was sounding too convincing.

“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He reassured her, “Do you trust me?”

The girl did not even hesitate to nod.

“Then believe me when I say that I would never let something bad happen to you… Never.”

Her soft eyes looked at him with illusion and hope, Aegon’s eyes were looking back at her with the same stare. They were imagining a life away from the prejudice of people, a new life in a place that would let them be free to love in their own way. It sounded too good to be true, but there was a big chance that it might actually become their reality.

She accepted, kissing his lips one more time.

The plan was simple; go to the Dragonpit and wait for him there. The girl had gathered her belongings –that were not much– and left the Red Keep a few minutes after the hour of the owl. She wandered in the crowded streets of King’s Landing all the way towards Rhaenys’ Hill. Long minutes later, she arrived… but Aegon was nowhere to be seen yet.

It was cold. The breeze would cause shivers in her arms as she tried to hug herself to make it go away. She was hiding in a corner near the main stairs of the Dragon Pit, it was dark, freezing, but her heart was filled with warmth as she knew it was the beginning of her story with Aegon by her side.

The girl looked around, the hood covering most of her face and clothing as she awaited for her lover to arrive. She was nervous, excited, but mostly content. She never thought someone like Aegon would ever lay his eyes on her, least to say his heart. But now there she was, a few minutes away from happiness.

But the Gods are usually known for being cruel on that side of Westeros. So many tragedies succumbed to the Targaryens and those who surrounded them that Historians may as well write a book full of them.

She had been waiting for a while now, and Aegon was still not even close to appearing. She thought about walking back to the Red Keep, but then the sound of metal armor coming her way made her freeze. She tried to hide in some dark corner, to be quiet and still so they would not see her. But they eventually did.

The guards treated in horrible ways, pushing her and accidentally ripping her clothing, making her freeze with the coldness of the dark night. She whimpered in pain when they dragged her out of her hiding spot, her whines and screams were the only thing that was heard in that part of the city… and yet no one helped her.

She prayed to the Gods, begging for Aegon to show up and save her as her prince in shiny armor, but he never did. Eventually, the girl started to cry out of her broken heart, for she thought Aegon had lied to her… that he had tricked her into this to get rid of her. And even though she tried to not think about that being a possibility, it was merely impossible.

The girl was last seen being carried away from the Dragon Pit, at least ten guards surrounding her as she was dragged. “Take me to Prince Aegon!” She yelled, almost ripping her throat apart while the tears would stream down her face without control, “Prince Aegon knows me! Take me to him!” But the guards only scoffed at her words, convinced that they were lies.

They took her away from the castle, away from King’s Landing, away from Aegon.

On the Red Keep, at the same time, Aegon was fighting with another group of guards commanded by his grandsire, Otto. The instructions were quite clear, ‘do not let the Prince outside the castle’. Aegon was desperate, crying and pushing the guards with all his strength, but there was no good outcome from his actions as it only appeared to weaken him even more.

His heart was filled with worry, knowing that a cruel fate awaited his lover if they ever found her in the Dragon Pit… A servant in that place would only mean she was trying to steal the Dragon Eggs; perhaps someone that tried to do what Elissa Farman did with Rhaena Targaryen many years before.

But Aegon knew the truth, and no matter how loud he would scream it, the guards would refuse to listen. It was as if his words would fade in the wind before reaching their ears.

It wasn’t until his grandsire appeared in the room that he was able to calm down his hysteria only to replace it with pure rage. His eyes were shooting daggers, they were black at that point… there was no trace of the lilac tone that his lover used to adore. He was consumed by his own disgrace as he knew what it meant Otto’s presence in the room.

He knew.

“What did you do to her?!” He asked, desperately, clenching his jaw and fuming as he spoke, “What did you do?!”

Otto seemed to be unbothered by his anger, he even looked pleased. Aegon was tearing up again, making fists with his shaky hand while his breathing became too unsteady. He was almost shaking in his place.

“I warned you, Aegon.” Otto spoke, a tired look on his face, “I gave the chance to keep her safe, and you did not take it.”

“You had no right-”

“I did what I had to do for the good of the realm, my prince.” He spoke slowly, with that entitled tone that made Aegon lose his mind. “She was a threat for you-”

“What did you do?!” He repeated, his voice getting raspier, louder and thicker.

“She is gone.” He said plainly.

“Where?” Aegon asked desperately as his grandsire ignored him.

“The King has passed in his sleep. Tomorrow at midday you will be crowned as the new King of the Seven Kingdoms,” He explained, Aegon was sobbing, rubbing his face with his hands as an act of despair, “behave yourself until then.”

“Tell me where she is!” He commanded, not even caring about the news. He barely heard them, for his mind was fuzzy and he was not able to see beyond his own worry and distress, “I’m your future King, you will tell me where she is!”

“The whereabouts of your mistress are not of your concern anymore. You must focus on your kingdom and your queen from this day forward, enough with your antics.”

“I swear it, I’m going to kill you…” He spat with rage. Otto still seemed unbothered, which made Aegon feel even worse.

He felt as if no one cared about him, and perhaps he was right. Just the mere fact that his own grandsire had conspired to take away from him the only thing that has ever made him happy was enough proof of that. It was a punishment from the Gods, Aegon thought one night afterwards, a punishment for being so cruel with other servants in the Red Keep, for being careless and improper. But even for him, that punishment was too much.

Aegon never heard of her again. He never knew what her fate was, whether she was alive or not will become a constant question in his life.

It was as if she vanished in the air. He tried to look for her, sending spies and guards to search for her all over Westeros and Essos, including the most recondite place in the world and the ruins of Old Valyria… but there was no sight of her.

His heart never healed. His heart will always ache for her, for her gentle touch and her sweet voice. He will never forget the way she would make him feel, so loved and good. Aegon knew that no one, in this life or another, will ever make him feel that way again.

She was everything for him, and now that they took her he had nothing left. Nothing but memories and a cruel pain in his chest.

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A Mello feline

Trey clover,Ruggie bucchi,Jade leech, Jamil viper,Rook hunt and Lilia vanrouge.

It's that time of year again the cat of Nrc returns, if you're not familiar with this rumor then I'll explain...long ago a person got turned into a cat and seeked refuge in NRC, it's said that the cat chooses people who they think will take care of them well,it's also said that if you please that cat then it will grant you fortune,Romance or luck.So listen of for the cats meowing and hope you get chosen...

cw: gn!reader, crack/fluff, ooc?, sfw, unedited.

Stay tuned for the next roumor....

Trey

He was baking tarts,cakes and much more for an upcoming unbirthday party until he heard a meow that's sweet as sugar from below him.

He saw a cute little kitty rubbing against his leg♡

Did you want something???

-yes you wanted that tart-

You got tired of waiting and just hopped on the counter.

Suddenly Ace and deuce pop up

"Trey thank goodness you found the prefect!!!"

Huh???? Prefect????

Oh it's the cat?......WAIT WHAT!?

It took a moment to process that his beloved sugar booger is a cat😪😪

(I also hc he gives you the most corniest nicknames)

He would tell the braincell Duo to tell crewel to make a cure💙💙

How to welcome a kitty!!!!

Yall would do anything together!!!

In fact yall are always together ♡♡

In the kitchen,you're playing with the dough and licking icing,Classroom, yep you are sitting on his lap,outside?, Yall are having a picnic!

Trey thinks you should be careful Due to you being 10x smaller than everyone else.૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა

Ding ding ding class time!!!!!

He would sometimes take you to class with him(ᗒvᗕ)♡♡♡

Like I said,when yall do go to class you sit on his lap♡

When you curl up to his stomach he feels fuzzy, it reminds him of when he and chenya would take naps in the sun.Only for cheyna to be dead asleep and trey has to be held back for an extra 30 minutes;;

He would just pick you up like a purse and walk away with you if someone starts being mean💕

He would not take you to the science club

Yum yum dinner time!!!

When it's dinner time you will sit in his lap like it's a chair!

(That was before the riddle got after you and made you eat with grim;;)

You will be on a diet -thanks riddle-😒

Your diet:

Dry Food

Dry food contains between six and 10 percent water. Depending on the specific formulation, a mixture of ingredients are combined, extruded, and dried into bite-sized pieces. Ingredients include:meat and/or meat byproducts,poultry and/or poultry byproducts,grain and/or grain byproducts,fish meal,fiber sources,milk productsvitamin and mineral supplements.

But every now and them trey would give you cake or a tart♡♡

Have a long cat nap!!!!

When yall get ready to bed he will let you sleep with him!

I think he tosses and turns in his sleep so beware!(´∀`)

The sun had set once more, you were sleeping soft and soundly under the covers that were to big for your small feline body.You thought you should wait for trey,yet after hours of waiting you fell into a deep sleep.The same type deep sleep that one princess had when she pricked her finger on a spinning wheel.But you heard a click,A single click wouldn't wake you up but someone petting your fur would.Opening your eyes ever-so-slightly to see a green haired male smiling at you as if he won the world,he lays down with you slowly falling into slumber soon after.

You would try to keep your distance with him but yall end up smooshed together!♡♡(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

The last meow!!

Sad

He is so upset to see kitty y/n go

Yet he loved human y/n just as much,so Farewells were made that day(.•́ ᎑ •̀.)

…..!.....

"Hm? A tart what for?"

……!!!!......

"As a thank you? Haaa…it's alright let's eat it together shall we?"

ruggie

I know he is not a vice dormleader but at this point he should be💀

When he was running errands for a certain lazy lion he saw a cat eating half a slice of meat.

it was stolen from ace-(〃⌒⤙⌒)ゞ

He was gonna keep walking until the feline put the meat in front of him.

Now he has eaten strange things and flowers but he was not gonna eat a slab of meat that was on the sidewalk. ( •̀ - •́ )”

He tapped you on the head and scratched your ears♡♡♡♡💖💖

Until Ace came running ( T ^ T )

"Y/NNNNNN!!!! GIVE ME THE MONEY FOR THE MEAT YOU TOOK!!!!"

hm..? Y/n Shishishi that's just a cat-

You meow at him again….omg that is y/n?

Lowkey he would have left you because he is a busy hyena, but for the sake of the hc he will take care of you!! (ˊᗜˋ )

Lending a paw!!!

A pro with ruggie is that you get cool things the con is that you have to work with him 24/7 (˵ˊᯅˋ˵)

More like co workers than friends 😒

But!! You do get to snatch a few things off leonas credit cards<3

(Yall can be thieves together)

I may or may not rat yall out 🤫

He would spray you with water if you're bad(.•́ ᎑ •̀.)

Mama ruggie!! (My mum use to spray me with water too^^)

He would give you an old shoe lace to play with!♡

Class time!!!

He wouldn't carry you to class💔

He claims it's because you got paw and they aren't broken so you can walk yourself;;

He would honestly let you do whatever in class but make sure to stay in the classroom!

(He doesn't wanna lose you💚💚)

In the spell drive club he would put you on the disk💀

You probably got trauma after that…

He would apologize though ♡♡♡♡

Dinner time kittys!!!

He would not get cat food for you

He says it costs too much, why need cat food if you can eat the same thing?

I think he ate cat food one time(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

Yall would eat meats so if you ate vegetarian then okay he will give you veggies instead💚💚

But if you're not Vegetarian then it's too bad to eat it, idc that it's fatty meat???EAT THE MEAT Y/N!!!

You eat wherever ruggie eats his dinner

Goodnight little kitty!!!

No extra cat beds

Why have another cat bed when you can use his?🤨

-that's not a good excuse-

He sleeps like a rock, so there isn't anyway to wake him up once he's asleep^^

Once yall got on the bed yall the work from today hit in full blast before you knew it you were asleep,Yet you woke up.

The moon was shining gently in the endless sky,the sun was shining elsewhere to bless others with joy.You turn to see a sleepy hyena with dirty blonde hair. He looks so peaceful,as if the thought of not waking tomorrow didn't bother him; you wobble past the sheets and lay against his back,lucky for you ruggie doesn't move much in his sleep.

He would pay you awake the next morning<3

A little kitty turning into a cat!!

He is upset kitty y/n is leaving (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

(Mostly because he would make you pickpocket students on campus and you helped him take care of leona)

Would ask in you have to become human again

Like???? Yeah I kinda have to😃

After a 30 minute talk (you were just meowing there) He had decided it was for the best!

……........

"Ah there you are prefect!"

…..!.....

"No need to be scared,I'm not rook.Sayyyyy y/n Sam is holding an item for me and I can't pick it up, can you get it for meeeee???"

……?.....??

"You didn't complain when you were a cat😒"

And that's how you were forced to help ruggie run errands every weekend

(´-﹏-`)

Jade

I'm not sure about jade tbh

I would run away from him as soon as i see him(￣^￣;)

Jade was just minding his business (with his shrooms) until an overly happy,chaotic and energetic Floyd came running.

"JADE! LOOK AT SHRIMPY!!!"

He is holding you like simba💀

Shrimpy????

"Shrimpy got turned into a furball today, so I guess shrimpy is more of a cat fish"

Hm…..? This is interesting……

Floyd begs jade if he could keep you but due to jade being a -Sadist- nice person he said yes.

But after 3 hours Floyd got bored

(๑•̀^•́๑)

So jade took the liberty to 'take care of you' because you are his dear pearl ❤❤

A cat meets a fish!!

Honestly whenever you trip on your tail or have a sneezing fit he would laugh at you for awhile

He wouldn't down right say I'm sorry 😪 but he will try to make it up to you 🥰

You also get to be a little money maker🤑🤑 (you are a model for the monstro lounge)

He would give you daily baths❤❤

Class with a cat!!

He lets you sit on his shoulders and if anyone says anything bad about it then let's hope they got medical bills!(๑•̀᎑<๑) if you catch my drift

Going to class with him is????

Like he would let you sit on his lap but after 10 minutes you are suddenly on the table(・・ ) ?

You do have homework from him tho(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

When he takes you to the mountain lovers club he WILL rant!!!❤❤♡

He will feed you mushrooms

(Beware of the ones that look weird because he would use you as a test subject)

Also mushroom homework on this club too!

A fish filled dinner!!

He would feed you anything?

(Like i said earlier make sure there isn't any strange mushrooms)

He would make you eat on the floor💔💔💔

If he does give you cat food he would give you the rich ppl kind♡

A Midnight sea!!

When the sun fell asleep and the sky changed color, you were watching jade do his work.The smell of salt lingers in your fur after your quote-on-quote bath Floyd gave you(Spoiler he dumped you in the pool). Jade laughed about it until you kept meowing and shivering,he dried you off and sat you on the cat bed he bought for you.You remember when he would scratched your ears every so often, no longer after 30 minutes jade finally sat on his bed.He laid down and closed his eyes,not long you hopped on his torso and made yourself comfortable, lulling yourself to a deep sleep.

Jade was still awake btw(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶) ☆

You also owe Ace 10 mandol cause yall had bet that the twins don't sleep. (๑•́ ᎔ •̀๑)

A rusty pearl!!

Upset

Jade is sad that he won't have anyone to experiment his mushroom recipes with

(So promise to try some every now and then okay^^)

When you turn back he would tease you

A Sadist

…..!...

"My,prefect it was quite funny how you fell over your own tail!"

…….×,+*@;!,+,!....🤬🤬🤬

"Now now no need to make a big fuss. How about I treat you to a new mushroom recipe I've made?"

Jamil

When Kalim brought a cat to the dorm he was just gonna throw you out💀

That was before Kamil started crying babbling about how he is sorry that he turned you into a cat 😼

*loading………error screen*

"Kalim, why do you have a cat"🧍

"Y/n turned into a cat *sniffle* and it was my fault *sniff* and and I want to take care of them so crewel can turn them back"

He knows dang well Kalim won't take care of you

He would try and fail so Jamil did the most reasonable thing

"I'll take care of y/n"

"Really jamil!!!"

It would lowkey be funny if Jamil just said no💀💀

"Yes Kalim"

And that is how Jamil is now taking care of you!

His first task is to get you someplace where you can't cause trouble.

The new roomie!!!

He kept you on his room💀💀💀

You hopped on his desk with a mission in mind!😤😤😤

Crash!

You would knock things off Jamil's desk out of spite

The floor was too dry 🙄

He would just clean it up and keep you in there for like 10 minutes

He comes back in to take you to class and look at that,you are…

Sleeping….? You're Not causing havoc???

Jamil rn:(・・ ) …?

Wakes you up

If you're bad then hope you like water cause you would get sprayed with a spray bottle filled with water.

He would probably smack your head if you're bad😗😗

A paw-some class!!!

He would carry you in his bag<33

He would let you play with a spare basketball when he goes to practice♡

Lmfao imagine if you go into the gym and all you see is a cat trying to fight a ball and losing 💀💀💀💀

When he takes you to class he would set you on the floor🥲

And forces you to learn 😭😭

A feast fit for a cat!!!

Would make sure Kalim doesn't feed you manakeesh,Asida/ Aseeda and Martabak.

He would cook cat food for you

(Is that a real thing idk)

You eat with them -thx kalim-

A lil cat nap!!

He wouldn't buy a cat bed But Kalim does buy you one

When you settle down, it feels wrong….

Jamil is at his desk doing homework

Hmmmmmm..

Your waiting as the viper finishes his work from class,a small feline body like yours couldn't keep up with the energy you lost amongst the day.So without noticing it you fell asleep, when you fell asleep the sun was still out;but when you woken up the sun had already bid its farewells to the dorm representing the scalding sands.You turn to find the boy you adore fast asleep…..hmm..

When Jamil finally went to bed you hopped up with him!!♡♡

-He was still awake;;-

You would keep Jamil from overworking himself 💜💜

The last purr!!

When kitty y/n has to go he feels happy?

He is happy he won't have to deal with cat y/n😭

(But a bit sad that he won't have a excuse to be with you no more lol)

I mean no Jamil would never be sad because of that 😅😅

"Huh prefect? No…it's because you were turned into a cat. I just want to make sure it won't have any side effects."

…..???......

"No I could care less about your problems, I just don't want it to affect Kalim and me that's all."

He's a lil awkward sometimes 😬😬

Rook

Rook was just stalking others like how he does everyday.

While he was watching Leona he spotted a kitten hop over the window he was spying from("'•̥ ˕ •̥)

Aww mignon! [Cute]

He fr snatched you 💛💛💛

He takes you to pomefiore, oh look at that epel having a panic attack let's see why^^

"ROOK ROOK!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N!?!"

Hm…?

"Non I havent seen trickster all day?"

"NO ROOK NOT THE HUMAN, THEY ARE A CAT AND I CANT-"

Suddenly you just meow

[Translation: imm gonna kill you once I back to normal felmier]

"Y/n!"

Someone get epel off you, youre gonna get smushed(๑•̀_•́๑)💢💢

Rook our savior!!

"Hm? monsieur crabapple? What do you mean y/n?

"Hm??? Oh y/n turned into a cat earlier in alchemy, that reminds me Rook can you-"

"OUI!!!! ILL TAKE CARE OF TRICKSTER FOR YOU!"😤😤😤

That's not what epel was gonna ask but okay

How to hunt a cat!!

You were not happy

-Yes you were don't lie-

Rook you make you help him hunt

He would also make you have a fur trim due to vils request

Vil was not happy to hear you and your cat self would be in his dorm til you go back to normal💔💔

Having fur everywhere, he fr just insulted you.😧😧

Rook just takes you away 💛💛💛

Now let's see how good of a caretaker he is(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Bow classes with a lil kitty!!

Rook will carry you to class♡♡♡

He also takes liberty to give you little shoes so when you want to get down you won't get your paw dirty💛

You will be forced to learn though (ˊ^ˋ; )

When he takes you tothe science club he would dress you up

Sjkqnamqnq and wittle goggles too<33333

But make sure to stay away from rooks bot, we don't want him exploding you^^

He will also teach you to hunt ♡♡

A nutrient filled diet!!

You will be on a diet sadly

Your diets will be fat free and a toning diet -but epel will be a real one and give you meats and snacks you like rooks notices but wont say anything-

He will make sure you eat enough💛💛

If you are still hungry you will get more♡

Oh you also eat on the floor

Midnight man!!

He does buy you a premium cat bed But you won't use it.

When the moon comes to say hello, you are sleeping soundly In your covers.A hunter watches as your stomach rises and falls over again, occasionally your paw twitching when having a nightmare.Rook would pet your fur every so often, to calm you down from those nightmares, whispering little nothings as he pets you ever so softly.Rook finds himself slowly falling asleep,he carefully picks you up and holds you against his chest as he opens his covers,slowly crawling in the covers with you in his hold.

Setting you down softly with him,he watches as you curl up to him slowly purring.Before Rook know it he himself was also sleeping.

He would switch to sleeping on his back and his side but he makes sure to move you to the side when he wants to change his position💛💛

A farewell from the stage!!

Nooonnnnn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He is so downcast

He wanted you to be a kitty a little longer,but he digresses

He loves his dear trickster so much more,but he will be wanted to make you a cat for awhile(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

"Ah trickster!"

….!.....

"Hehe apologize for scaring you mon cher amant!" [My dear lover]

….??....

"Ah I came to say I've found a way to make you a le chat!, temporarily ofcourse!

….!?

Lilia

He was just minding his own business and saw a cute little kitty cold and alone

(You were not, Lilia watched Ace and deuce leave you to get food for yall)

Lilia knows its you

He left a note talking about how he will take care of you while they find a way to cure you

He bring you to Diasomnia and mallues is upset his child of a man/bestie is now a cat(˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A HUG!!!!

Lilia and you comfort him🧡

Hide in seek with a bat!!

Lilia is probably one of the worst people to take care of you.

It's because he is always running off

But if anyone and I mean anyone touches you and you don't like it, he will hurt them so badly that they won't see the light of day for the rest of their pathetic lives.

He will bring you objects and flowers

How to teach a cat to fly!!

He will hold you like a baby to class

you don't like it-

will set you on the table

He won't make you learn but if you do want to he won't stop you

Holds your paw up instead of his hand🧡🧡🧡🧡

When he takes you to the music club you are treated like royalty, kalim and Cater is fussing over You so much.Lilia had made you a spot in the room, you got your own director chair🧡🧡 („• ֊ •„)੭

A horrid meal!!

You died

That's all

He tries to make you food

Why spend money on cat food when he can give you his gourmet cooking???

Silver saved you and got you cat food♡♡♡

You will eat at the table no objections😤😤

A sleepy kitty!!

He will stay up most of the night so you sleep before him

When your feel your eyes droop, you let out a meow.Lilia looks at you as he smiles he takes you off his lap and sets you on the bed.Going back to the game he was playing,You meow again.He looks at you and asks what's wrong having another meow as a reply, he sits beside you and pets you slowly lulling you into a deep slumber.What Lilia failed to notice was how you clinged on his pants leg,having no choice but to fall alseep with you.

He sleeps like a twig💀

The hellos and goodbyes!!

He is a tad bit upset you have to go,but happy at the same time!

You will return to normal and yall can do things a cat can't do! (Don't take this out of context👿)

And plus mallues is happy too!!

Once you turned back to normal you notice little things on your desk

The very same type of things Lilia gave you as a cat…

......!.......

"Hm oh hello y/n."

……!?!?!??!......😠

"What did you not like that cat collar with your name on it? Was it the color?"

!!!!!!

He likes teasing you♡

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Dent's Daughter

Jason Todd x Reader

Harvey Dent was a good man, he cared about me in a “daughter” kind of way. Mr. Dent was an amazing parental figure, I liked playing the daughter, but nothing lasts forever.

I’m curled into myself on my bed with my book, “Grim’s Fairytales.” Seemed fitting since I felt like I was in on currently. The curtains were drawn so no one could see in. The door to my room was open and I could hear the voices of Nightwing, Red Hood and Red Robin all muttering about me and Harvey. The police commissioner had left about an hour ago. Harvey escaped custody and because of that I was dragged out of my home and into a strange ass apartment to be I “protective custody”. I didn’t want to think I needed protection from my adopted dad but the nervous feeling that bubbled in my stomach said otherwise. Tears gathered in my eyes for the 16th time today, but I refused to let them fall.

You should have pushed harder. Should have forced him to get the help he needed. I swallowed dryly. I knew of Harvey’s mental health problems yet; he assured me and everyone else they were under control.

“Hey.” My eyes torn from my book to see Nightwing in the doorway. “How are you feeling?” I blinked.

“Spectacular.” He bit back a smile.

“Right sorry. I didn’t know what else to lead with.” I stayed staring at him. “Robin and I are going out to patrol while Batman continue to look for Two-Face-” My temper flared.

“Dent.”

“What?”

“His name is Harvey Dent.” I saw Nightwing take a step back as if embarrassed. He then cleared his throat.

“Right. Uh yeah, we’re going but Hood is here to look after you. So just holler if you need anything.” I nodded then went back to my book. Nightwing hovered for a moment looking like he wanted to say more but didn’t know what, so he just left. I wanted to shut my door but that was against the rules. The rules of Red Hood.

“No open windows, no phone access either. It can be traced.” I begrudgingly gave up my phone in exchange for some books that Red Hood got from Harvey’s house. “You're into reading about those twisted fairytales?” I looked up again to see Red Hood towering over me.

“How the fuck, did your big foot ass come in here without making any noise?” Red Hood snorted.

“Trained by the world’s greatest detective and mask of shadows.”

“Sherlock Holmes isn’t real.” I muttered only to get a sharp laugh out of him.

“Funny. I see why Dent picked up to be his “daughter.” Your funny.”

“Well, it wasn’t for my gusto and good looks.” I said sitting up. I felt like a small animal next to him, but I didn’t want to let my fear show. Hopefully he can’t smell it like Batman can apparently.

“I made Chilaquiles if you want any.” I raised my eyebrows.

“You cook?”

“How do you think I’ve been surviving all this time?” Red Hood asked. I shrugged.

“Take out.” He shook his head.

“Take out isn’t the best around here. Plus, I’m picky where I eat. I usually make all my meal myself-”

“Since it takes a village to satisfy your hunger?” I interrupted. Red Hood crossed his arms.

“Something like that. I only really get takeout at Bat Burger though.” I hummed getting up from the bed. I placed my book down but made sure to doggy ear the page.

“I have about every bat family figure from those special meals. Only one I’m missing is you.” I said walking passed him and making my way out to the living room/kitchen area. I saw the Chilaquiles on the counter, half was already eaten. “You left me half? Are you going to starve tonight?” I asked, taking a bite. Damn. That’s surprisingly good.

“Yeah. I’ll swing by a village when Nightwing and Robin come back.” I barked out a laugh.

“Fairy enough.” I sat at the small kitchen table and ate the rest of my food. It was very good, and I haven’t had a real home cooked meal in about six months

“Damn it. Sorry kiddo, I didn’t have a lot of time to make anything so are frozen chicken nuggets, ok?” Havey asked.

“With Tator tots?” I asked smiling.

“Of course. I’m not an animal but carrots will also be attending.” Havey said laughing at my eye roll.

“Yes, parental figure.” I giggled.

“Can I ask you something?” Red Hood’s voice pulled me back to reality. The one where I’m not living with Harvey. I swallowed.

“Depends on the question.”

“Did Dent show any signs of-”

“Disassociate identity disorder? Yeah.” I mumbled. If anyone asks me that question again, I might have to kill them.

“That’s not what I was going to ask. Did Dent show any signs of violence towards you?” I shook my head. Liar. He can see through you.

Red Hood didn’t say whether he knew I was lying or not. Guess he didn’t want to push any further, afraid I’d shut down. I put my plate in the sink without a word and headed back to my room.

“Keep the door open!” Red Hood called after me. I rolled my eyes.

“Will do!”

“She didn’t say anything about it. Do you think-?” Red Robin’s voice carried through the quiet apartment. So, I guess he and Nightwing are back. I had crawled into bed after dinner and fallen asleep shortly thereafter. My eyes were closed by my ears picked up everything.

“Shh! Quiet down. She’s asleep last time I checked.” Red Hood scolded

He’s checking up on us?

“Her life was flipped upside down in a matter of 24 hours. Yes, Dent had his..outburst but I don’t think he ever got physically violent with her. She knows his mental illness, but she also tells him as a parental figure. She’s mourning or in denial or both.” I smiled slightly hearing Red Hood defend me. Hopefully they won’t ask me any questions in the morning or ever if I’m lucky. Though I had a feeling the young Robin wasn’t going to take my reluctance to answer questions for long.

“Good morning, Gotham. I’m Vicky Vale with the 8 o’clock morning news. The search continues for the villain Two-Face who escaped police custody two nights ago.”

Wonderful way to wake up.

“There has also been no word on where his adapted daughter as she is in witness protection. We have, however, found where she is being held. Sources say it’s in the downtown area.” I opened my eyes. I’m not in Gotham territory technically. I’m right outside the city I think, maybe further but Vicky’s source is wrong...or they were trying to lure Harvey to them.

“This is a bad idea.” I heard Red Hood grumble. “There's no way he’s going to fall for that. Dent knows the commissioner would never allow a witness’s cover to be blown.”

“Yeah well, apparently Ms. Vale wanted to “help” with the capture of Two Face.” Red Robin’s voice entered my ears. I felt my blood pressure rise when he called Harvey by the villain name the media gave him. My heart broke a little more and my chest felt like it was caving in. Still, I took a deep breath and sat up in bed thinking of what to do at this point. The Bat Brigade isn’t going to let me out of their sight, and I can’t even look out the window.

“Do I have to go to another one of your rally's?” Harvey laughed as I pulled at my tight skirt his publicist made me wear. “You don’t really need me there and these heels are gonna kill my feet.”

“Come-on kiddo. I need you there! You’re the charmer that everyone wants to talk with.” I rolled my eyes.

“They only want to talk to me about you. They want me to slip and say something dark about you so they can take it and run.” Harvey straightened his tie.

“You’re right. But you don’t and you make them laugh on top of it.” I sighed and smiled.

“What can I say? I’m adorable.” Harvey threw his head back and laughed.

“OH!” I jumped and turned to the doorway where Red Robin was standing. “YOUR AWAKE!” I covered my ears and flinched. “Sorry! I might have had too much coffee this morning.”

“Might of?” I grumbled. He laughed at that

“HEY! HEY HOOD! SHE IS FUNNY YOU WERE RIGHT!” I kept my hands in my ears.

“Dude!” Robin caved back to himself.

“Sorry! Again, do you want breakfast?” I nodded, uncovering my ears. “Ok good! I made pancake batter.” I gave him a weird look. “I didn’t know how you liked your pancakes. I like them pretty dark.”

“Same.”

“CO-uh-cool. I’ll get those ready. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want.” I nodded as he left. Maybe I should at least shower. I grabbed clean clothes and quietly made my way to the bathroom across the hall.

“Just asked her!” Robin’s hush voice snapped.

Ask me what?

The show was good for my tense muscles. Once I was done, I dried it off and put a purple tank top and black sweats on. I then towel dried my hair and braided it. I then exited the bathroom and headed to the kitchen where pancakes were waiting for me. I felt all three of their eyes on me as I sat down and started eating.

“Stop starting and ask me already.” I snapped and turned towards the three men. Nightwing and Robins faces were red and Red Hood...he’s always red.

“Guess we aren’t that desecrate huh?” Nightwing asked with a small smile.

“Nope.” I answered flatly. I could see the question they wanted to ask was making them uncomfortable.

“You told Red Hood that Two-uh Dent never got violent with you. But we have a couple police reports that say otherwise.” The eyes burned into to man questioning me. So much so that he almost seemed to squirm.

“He lashed out a few times.” I finally said. Nightwing nodded and waited for me to continue. “It wasn’t him though. Every time he lashed out, it was like another person had entered but as quickly as it happened, he stopped. Like at once. I asked him to get help, or more support or something but he said it was just stress. Then apologized and that was that.” I trailed off. “Why’d you go digging?” I ask.

Robin jumped in. “Uh we can’t tell you that.” I laughed in annoyance.

“Right. You hero types are all the same.” I snapped getting up from the table and headed back into my room. This time I slammed the door shut. I knew it was childish, but I was angary. At myself, at them, at Harvey. Everyone and everything were pissing me off. I realized Red Hood never told me to keep the door open. Good. I would have really blown my lid if he did. I took a second to breathe in and out then dug through my small pile of books until I picked up one that wasn’t mine. It was by Jane Austin. Odd, but ok, maybe it was one of Harvey’s? Either way, I curled up on my bed and started reading.

TW: Violence, Injuries

“I would never hurt you.” Fear was making my body numb. Harvey stood in front of me, scared and all. But that’s not what scared me. I’d never look at Harvey differently no matter what he looked like. It’s the fact that he shot Robin in the chest. His armor protected him from any real damage but...Havery shot him. We were moving to safe houses because Batman got intel that Harvey knew where I was. Someone snitched or saw one of his proteges leave the area constantly. Robin was going with me when Harvey came out of no one and short Robin and dragged me into a random warehouse where I’m currently looking down the barrel of a gun. My heartbeat quickened.

“I know you wouldn’t, but they don’t. And they’ll be coming soon so can you put down the gun?” I asked, trying not to have my voice crack. Harvey seemed to have mulled it over. Thinking of his best options. “H-Harvey?” I stuttered. His eyes widened into this look I’ve never seen before. I then realized I wasn’t talking to Harvey anymore. I was talking to him.

“I am not Harvey.” He growled. I backed up. “I’m NOT HARVEY!” He screamed and jumped at me. Screaming, I dodged him and started running towards the exit. I suddenly felt like I got hit by a truck as I made contact with the concrete floor. My jaw scraped against it making my face sting. I struggled to get up when Harvey pulled me back down and climbed on top.

“HARVEY DOSNE’T NEED ANYMORE DISTRACTIONS. HE NEEDS TO FOCUS ON THE WELLFARE OF GOTHAM.” He screeched wrapping his hands around my throat. I tried to scream and claw at his hands, his face, his arms, anything to stop him but nothing did. My lungs started to burn, and tears flooded my eyes, warping my vision. I continued to try and fight back until my vision started forming black spots. My body started to go numb. The feeling in my arms turned nonexistent.

“Havery.” I strained letting my arms fall to my side. Then the pressure around my neck was off. I sucked in the air and started to cough. It felt like I was choking all over again. I was taking sharp breaths, as my body started to get feeling back. I rolled onto my side still coughing and wheezing. The tears were finally clearing up when someone brought me upward. I swung my elbow around as a poor attempt to defend myself.

“Woah! It’s me!” I turned around to see Red Hood holding my elbow, making it so it didn’t connect with his face. “Stop. Stop it’s ok.” I was still breathing heavily when Red’s gloves started to go towards my neck. “Can you speak?” My throat went up in flames when he asked that. I shook my head ‘no’.

“Ok. Just focus on breathing. I’m gonna get you outta here.” I nodded as one arm went under my leg and the other supported my back. I instinctively wrapped an arm around the back of his neck as we made our way towards the exit. I didn’t look back to see what they were doing to Two Face. All I knew was that Harvey was gone.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #red hood imagine #red hood #red hood x y/n

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voregeoise · 1 year

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A Hunger (prototype)

Happy vore day my fellow freaks(affectionate)! I made this for ya! It started off as just experimenting with tropes I hadn't messed with before.There should be another tale out today that's far less angsty. In the meantime, enjoy this longer tale!

(Posting this draft rn, just ignore that last part)

His name was Vall. He was a Vulcanite.

Compared to his human roommate he was an odd being. Tall, two sets of arms, a pair of antennae and golden eyes. The majority of his body was almost always cloaked by wing-like extremities that were covered in a dense layer of white fur, leaving only his head with its grey keratin shell poking out the top. They were thought to once have been used to scare predators away and look less threatening on the fly. To extend them to reveal multiple limbs and appear larger. Or keep them closed to look more amiable to friends and allies. His kind were also intelligent. It was their knowledge and technological prowess that took them and humans to the local moons of their world so quickly.

But most interesting of all was their ability to halt most bodily processes. They could stop beating their heart for up to five minutes, hold their breath for almost an hour, stop digestion at a moment's notice and halt most brain activity for several minutes. It's assumed these powers evolved to avoid detection from predators thousands of years ago, and simply stuck around even after they stopped being useful.

His human roommate was a nice fellow. He was a private man, he kept to himself, sometimes to his detriment. But he liked him. He was the only person he really connected with, he was nervous around other people. He was a very close friend. A little under six feet tall, tiny compared to him who stood just over fourteen feet tall. He worked at the same job as him, at an aerospace engineering firm. They had met years ago. And now shared they a home together. Their lives were good. Everything was fine, that was until he started having episodes.

He was sleeping when it first happened. He was awoken by an agonizing, gnawing hunger. It felt like had had been starved for weeks. He had eaten only a few hours ago. Why did he feel so hungry? It hurt terribly. He winced and groaned in agony. He tried not to cry, but the pain made in difficult to keep himself together. Thankfully this racket managed to wake his friend.

"Are you okay?"

"No! Fuck, that hurts. I need you to get me something to eat. Grab as much as you can hold and bring it to me!"

"What do you want?"

"I don't care damnit! I said to get me something to eat! Grab any-"

His yelling was cut off by him collapsing to the ground from a sudden intensification of the pain. He clutched his middle, writhing in agony. He heard his roommate run downstairs to the kitchen. A minute later he heard the door open and in walked his friend with as much food as he could carry. He picked himself up and made a beeline strait for him.

He snatched it out of his hands and scarfed it down. In only a minute or two he ate enough food to last him a few days. He didn't even chew. He couldn't wait that long, he needed to pain gone now.

When he finished eating he collected himself. What just happened? Why was he so hungry? What was wrong with him? He turned to his friend, he had a shocked look on his face. There was an awkward silence before either spoke.

"A-Are you okay?"

"No?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I just felt like I was starving."

"What do we do?"

"I-I think we should go to the hospital."

A speedy trip to the doctor gave few answers. They figured out that he wasn't actually starving, his brain just thought he was. They had no answer for why this happened, the only idea that they had was that it may have been a mental breakdown. But that didn't make sense, he was mentally well, happy and wasn't stressed. But that was their only idea. They didn't know what possibly could have happened. They could only hope it was one off.

It wasn't.

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Two months later it happened again. He was sprawled out on the couch a few feet from his friend. He was scrolling through social media when suddenly it struck. A stabbing pain, far, far worse then last time. It felt like hell. Thankfully his friend knew what was happening. Just like last time he ran to go grab something for him to eat. And just like last time he scarfed it down in only a minute. But it wasn't enough, he still felt like he was starving. The food barely numbed the pain enough for him to get up and run to the fridge himself. His roommate looked on in horror as he tore through everything in there.

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It was late. And they were out of food. They had had guests over last night. His roommate was supposed to go to the store but everything was closed. He'd go in the morning. But there was a little nervousness between them. It had been two months since the last episode. They were on borrowed time, but they only had to make it through the night. Surely they would be fine, right? What were the odds that an episode started tonight? Well, worryingly likely. They weren't sure he could make it through the night if one struck tonight. They just had to hope. But luck wasn't on their side tonight.

They were so close too. It struck early in the day, the sun wasn't even up yet. An agonized scream woke them up. They both instantly knew what was happening.

"Oh, oh no. Vall, there's nothing for you. It'll be thirty minutes until the stores open and it'll take another thirty minutes until I can bring your food home. Can you last an hour?"

"A-An hour?! I-I can't do that! There's got to be something! Anything!"

"We both know that there's no food. I can get you some painkillers if you think that might help."

Painkillers helped, but they didn't fix it. It was like putting a band-aid on a broken bone. He sat there for a few minutes, groaning in pain. Every second that passed he became more and more desperate. There had to be something! He could eat the houseplants, maybe he could take some food from the neighbors or he could eat hi-

He stopped that thought before it could finish. He could never. Eat him? He'd never do that, no matter how much it hurt. He wasn't a meal, he was a friend! How could he even dare think such a thing! That was too far.

A sudden increase in pain forced him to reconsider, or at least think about it.

Well, maybe he could? He'd be fine, right? He was probably big enough to get him down without hurting him. He wouldn't digest, he could stop his digestion process at will! He didn't need to digest him! His brain was lying to him! He just needed to eat something, anything. To hold him over until the stores opened and he could get some real food. Get something in his stomach. But to eat him?! He couldn't! He wouldn't!

But he was just so, so, hungry. He had to eat. He couldn't wait an hour. He wasn't sure if he could wait another minute. But did that really mean eating his best friend alive? He knew he shouldn't, but the agony in his middle was a good argument that maybe it wasn't the worst idea.

He turned to him, he was pacing the room. Just looking at him he felt hungrier. He looked so, appetizing. No, he tried to force those thoughts out of his mind. What was wrong with him? He felt shame flow through him, before it was drowned out by pain. He had to eat something. But this? Could he really bring himself to eat his friend? He'd known him for years, he was his only real friend! Could he really treat him like a meal? His conflictions were silenced by a gruesome agony. He had to, to make the pain go away.

He stood, it hurt worse then he could imagine. His friend seemed shocked that he could even bring himself to stand.

"Vall? What are you doing?"

He stepped towards him. He felt tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want to this, b-but it wouldn't hurt him right? H-He'd be f-fine in there. He slowly parted his cloak revealing two of his arms. He reached out for him and grabbed his shoulders.

"V-Vall? You're scaring me... What are you doing?"

"I-I'm so sorry about this."

"VALL?! What do you mean?!"

He lifted him until they were eye to eye. Was he really about to do this? I-It wasn't too late to put him down. A stabbing sensation in his stomach prevented him from stopping, he had to make the pain go away. He fully parted his cloak revealing his second set of arms. Fully stretched out his cloak reached end to end of the room. He looked almost angelic, but to his friend he must have looked like a demon to his friend. He reached out and grabbed his legs to stop him from struggling.

He could see the fear on his face, he felt terrible. B-But he wasn't in any danger! It'd only be a little while in there!

"W-What are you going to do?"

"Im just so hungry. P-please forgive me."

His friend who seemed so much smaller then usual stared him up and down, until his eyes went wide with shock as he realized what was about to happen to him.

"WAIT!! Vall no! Put me down, please! I can figure something out! I promise! Just please don't hurt me!"

"I-I'm not going to hurt you! You'll be fine! I-I promise! I'-Im just s-so hungry. Just p-please don't fight it!"

"Vall wai-"

He cut him off by shoving his head in his mouth. He could taste him, to his starved mind he was delicious. He never thought he would think that. He could feel him struggling, but he was no match for his size and strength. He pushed him further into his mouth and swallowed. He could feel his head lodged in his throat. He franticly tried to quickly gulp him down. He tilted his head into the air, slamming his friends legs into the ceiling. With his shoulders firmly pushed into his throat he was practically choking. He needed to get him down quick. He felt as more and more of him was crammed inside of him. He could hear him shouting something but couldn't make it out, he was too focused on his meal. Only a few seconds later the only part of his friend still outside of him was the tips of his feet, and in one more gulp, he was gone. Almost as quickly as it had started he was gone. Completely within him. He gasped for air. He took a few breaths and retracted his cloak once more. He let out a belch. He felt so full. But despite that, from the outside you would never guess what had just happened. His friend was entirely hidden by his cloak. The hunger was gone now, completely sated, he felt calm. For a moment that is.

Only a few seconds later the weight of his actions came crashing down on him. Had... had he really just done that?! Did he just eat his friend?! No... no, no! This had to be a dream of some kind! He was in denial, and he knew it. He felt movement inside him. As the weight of that feeling hit him, erything seemed to lose color, it felt like time was slowing around him. The intense feeling of shame, regret, disgust washed over him. He had just eaten him, alive. That thought rang through his head. What started as the slight sting in his eye quickly changed to complete sobbing. He was a monster! Why had he done this?! How could he?! He was a danger to the people around him! He didn't know what to do as those thoughts swirled violently through out his mind. He felt completely alone. Until he heard his friend speak.

"V-Vall? A-Am I going to be okay?"

"Y-Yes." He squeaked out between sobs.

"Why? Why did you do this? Why?!"

"I-I... I just... I-I.."

He felt him kick, the pain almost knocked him to the ground.

"Answer me Vall! Why did you do this?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!"

"P-please don't s-struggle."

"I'm going to struggle you freak! What the fuck Vall?! Spit me out!"

"I-I will.. Just p-please stop, i-it hurts when you kick."

He felt another kick. It knocked the wind out of him for a moment.

"I fucking hope it does! I was going to help you! And you pull this shit?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!"

He had no answer. He deserved the pain of his kicking and struggling. He just collapsed to the floor and started sobbing harder. He just wanted to shrivel up and die. Years of friendship and trust destroyed, all because he couldn't wait. Every time he felt him squirm or kick or struggle in there his demands for answers rang through his head louder and louder. He felt like a monster. He only wanted to say one thing.

"I-I'm so sorry."

He curreled up and tried to cloak his head too. He wanted to be hidden away from the world, so nobody else would know the horror that became of him. So he couldn't hurt anyone else. He laid there form a few minutes, crying to himself, regretting everything he had ever done. He barely even realized that his friend wasn't struggling anymore. He heard him speak up again, softer this time.

"Vall? It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"W-What do you mean? Why are you sorry? I did this!"

"Me screaming at you is only making you worse. Just, take your time to calm down, it's okay, I forgive you."

"Y-You... f-forgive.... me?"

"I do. You'd never hurt me. I trust that you did this for a reason."

He couldn't belive it. After everything he had done, he still forgave him. He could hear his friend's voice shake, he was still a little scared but he seemed to truly believe that he was safe. His mind seemed to calm a little, maybe they could work this out. He tried to collect himself, but it hard. It took a while to just get to a state where he wouldn't break down if he even thought about what he had done. Maybe now he could talk to his friend.

"A-Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine, if a little cramped."

"Let's t-try and get you out."

"No, not yet, I have questions."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know why. Why did you do this?"

He felt tears sting in his eyes once more, but he had to keep himself together, he owed him answers.

"I couldn't wait that long. It hurt, so, so much. I didn't want to do this, I just couldn't take the pain. I knew you be okay, you were never in danger, I just needed something, anything to hold me over until the stores opened."

"Well is it working?"

"Yes, it is." He responded shamefully.

"How long until the stores open?"

"Twenty minutes, but you won't have to be there that long, I'll get you out now, I can deal with the pain."

"No Vall, you can't. Well be right back at square one."

"What do you mean?"

"You clearly cannot deal with the pain."

"Well what's other option?"

"I could wait here for a while?"

"W-What?"

"I could stay here for bit, for you."

"W-Why would you want that?"

"It's not that bad in here, I don't mind staying here for some time if it means you aren't in so much pain."

"A-Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, why don't you try and relax in bed?"

Maybe he was right. Maybe he should just try and relax. They'd both been through a lot in only a few minutes. He picked himself up off the ground with some difficulty. It was a little challenging to maintain his balance, with the hundred and fifty pounds of extra weight in his abdomen. He made sure to carefully lower himself on to his bed, as to not disturb his friend. When he eventually laid back down he finally was able to fully relax, and only then could he really take in the sensations he was feeling.

He could make out every movement, squirm or shift his friend made. It was a strange feeling. But without the fear and regret from before, he almost, enjoyed it? It tickled a little. But it a good way. Like a soothing massage. He could feel his friends breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest. He could feel the warmth of his friends body heat, it made him feel sort of cozy. He curiously pulled his cloak back to see where his friend was stored. It didn't look all that much different then normal, maybe a minor bulge on his belly but that was it. His friend was almost completely buried under so much him. He was so hidden, yet so close. Only a thin layer of flesh away was him. He hovered his hand over it, an intense desire to feel him. But something held him back for moment, nervousness perhaps? It didn't stop him for long, he gently touched his middle, and to his surprise he felt him touch back. He felt so close to him in that moment. Emotionally and physically.

He wondered what it was like for him, to be in his stomach. It couldn't hurt to ask, right?

"What's it like in there?"

"Blue, your stomach is a deep blue."

"It is?"

"So was your maw."

He look at the mirror in the room and opened his mouth. He was right, it was a deep rich blue. He had never really thought about it that much. It never really struck him as something notable, all members of his species had blue maws. But now, it was a comforting thought to know his friend surrounded by such a nice color.

"I ment, what's it feel like?"

"It's sort of soft and not too small."

"I thought you said it was cramped?"

"It's tight, but not in a bad way."

"Cozy?"

"l-l uh, wouldnt say that. Oh and wet, it is very wet in here."

"Is that bad?"

"Not really, I'm soaked but, I don't really mind. But I am going to need a towel once I'm out of here."

"I can get you that when you're out."

"Thank you."

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The sun was up, it had been up for a few hours now. The stores had open a long time ago, but neither of them brought it up, he wondered why he hadn't spoken up yet, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed him being in there. But they couldn't sit here forever, they eventually had to get something for him to really eat. Eventually his roommate floated the question.

"So, how about we think about getting you something to really eat."

"Do you want to run out to the store?"

"It'll still take a while to get there, grab the food and get it back to you. I think you should get it."

"What? I should go out, IN PUBLIC, with you in there? Are you serious?"

"Am I really that noticeable? Am I not hidden by your cloak?"

He did have a point, he looked no different then usual from the outside. But to go out and interact with people, in this state. He was terrible with people normally, he couldn't imagine trying to talk to someone with another, living, breathing being inside of him. Just thinking about it made him nervous. But he really didn't want to deal with the pain a second longer than he had to.

"No" he begrudgingly admitted.

"You can get your food, come home, spit me out and eat some real food."

"But what if somebody asks why I'm walking funny? What if somebody notices the little bulge when I'm holding things?"

"Just.... say you had a good meal or something, I highly doubt anyone will immediately assume you ate somebody."

"You do have a point."

"See? You'll only be out for half an hour. If for whatever reason somebody finds out, you can pin all the blame on me."

He felt calmer, maybe he could. Maybe he could go out and get his food like this.

A few minutes later he was waiting at a bus stop. There was a few more people waiting too. All humans, his kind were vastly out numbered by humans. There was about a hundred humans for every Vulcanite. He stood out. He tried his best to keep his cool. Nobody seemed to notice his anxious behavior. Only a few minutes later the bus arrived. He ducked his head as he stepped on. While modern infrastructure was designed for both humans and Vulcanites, but it was hard to make everything suitable for such large beings.

He wondered if he should sit down or stand on the bus, if he sat it would draw less attention but it would be uncomfortable for his friend, but, if he stood people might notice his.... meal. No, he was over thinking this. Nobody would notice if he stood.

Ten minutes later he ducked his head once more as he stepped of the bus. He was here. When he walked about. He made sure to grab twice the food he'd normally get. He knew that he would eat a lot once they got home, so he should make sure they had more food after he was done. He was shocked to see that no one took notice of him. Well not entirely, he occasionally got a few curious looks from people who didn't see Vulcanites much. He didn't mind though. He understood that humans were very curious beings.

When he grabbed everything he'd need he made his way to the check out. He recognized one of the cashiers. Anne. She was one of the guests they'd had over just yesterday. He looked down at his stomach. The ones that had eaten the last of their food, the ones that had driven him to eat his friend. He didn't mind. He was almost glad that they had run out of food. It had led him to this unique experience.

He made his way over to her and put his groceries next to her.

"Oh! Vall it's you!"

"Y-yeah, it's me."

"Sorry for eating the last of your food."

He awkwardly chuckled.

"It's alright, no harm done."

"Thank you, say where's your roommate? I usually see him here, never you."

He panicked to think of an excuse. She'd be surprised to realise he was here too.

"Oh! He's... he's uh... working today! They're having issues at Helios! They needed him."

She seemed to notice his stuttering language. But she didn't push it.

"Okay... If you say so."

He quickly picked up his food and left. Even though it was minor, the exchange between him and Anne left his heart pounding, his brain had already run through all the ways he could slip up. But he made it. He walked home carrying well over a dozen large bags of food. It was a little hard to hold so much in all four hands and keep his middle hidden. But he managed.

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He opened to door and placed the bags on the kitchen table. He prepared himself to spit his friend out and immediately scarf down the food he had bought. No wait, he should grab a towel for his friend. He walked back downstairs and tosses the towel on the table, only then did he notice that he hadn't heard or felt his friend since he left the house. He prodded at his stomach.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh... yeah I'm fine. I just fell asleep."

"Asleep?"

"Yeah? I fell asleep. Is that an issue?"

"No, it's just, a little surprising to hear that you actually fell asleep in there. It it actually that comfortable?"

"Oh, it's, umm, alright I guess, it's not uncomfortable. Nevermind it, did you get your food?"

"Yeah, nobody noticed. I also saw Anne. She asked where you were."

"Well what did you say?"

"I told her that Helios needed you."

"Did she buy it?"

"Not entirely. She definitely knew something was up but she didn't ask. Anyway, are you ready to come out?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Alright, just give me a moment."

It was at that moment he realized something. How does he make himself vomit? Could he just.... push him back up? He lodged all of his hands under the slight bulge in his middle, and pushed. It made him feel sick. But that was good. After a bit he felt him be forced back up into his throat. He felt him reach his arm up until he felt it pop back into his mouth. He quickly used two his hands to reach into his maw and grab him. It was tough to keep his grip, his hand was covered in drool. But he managed to hold on and pull him out. He felt him be dragged out of him until he was holding him in the air. He was a mess, utterly soaked in saliva. He gently put him back on the ground and handed him the towel. Only then did the hunger come back. He immediately started devouring the food around him. Only a few minutes later he felt full. He took a few deep breaths. The episode was over. Finally. He turned to his friend. He didn't seem to mind the view of his gluttony. He was too busy cleaning himself off.

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The sun was gone now. The unusual day they'd had was still on both of their mind. But neither showed it. They hadn't talked about it, all day. The were getting ready to go to bed. His roommate was watching a documentary on his phone in bed. And he was sat at his desk, next to the mirror, reading a novel. He heard his roommate speak.

"Are we not going to talk about what happened today?"

"Why? Is there something you want to say?"

"Well..."

He saw a look of nervousness on his face. Almost like he regretted asking. What was on his mind? Did he... enjoy his time? He assumed he might have enjoyed it. Perhaps he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

"Did you like it in there?"

"N-no!" He snapped back.

He smiled, that was it. He turned to him.

"Did you enjoy it? It's fine if you did."

"I..."

He seemed reluctant to admit it. He knew it would a little odd to say you enjoyed you're time in somebody's stomach. He didn't mind, he had enjoyed it too.

"You did, didn't you. I don't mind, I liked it too."

"Well..."

"Are you not going to admit it?"

"Maybe a bit..."

Ha! He had his answer. But there still seemed to be something on his mind. He knew him, he wouldn't admit something like this without a little... "encouragement" He had an idea. Maybe he could push him a little, it might get him to admit whatever was bothering him.

"Awww, are you upset you had to leave?"

"N-no!"

"Don't worry, you can tell me."

"....a little...."

He got up out of the chair and walk towards him. He had an idea that he might like.

"Say... Maybe you could help me during episodes, hold me over for a while, like today?"

He showed a toothy smile to signal what he was implying. He saw his friend squirm a little.

"I-If you w-want to..."

"Both of us know you want to, that's what bugging you, just admit you want to get eaten again."

"Fine. I had a good time. I wouldnt mind helping you through episodes by doing... that."

He reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Good to hear."

He walked back to his bed, and laid down. He looked at his friend, laying in bed, trying to continue his documentary. But he could see him turning to look at him every now and then. He quickly turned his head back to his phone when he noticed him staring at him. He felt a smile cover his face. He almost looked forward to the next episode. He rolled over to face the wall. He thought about the way he had teased his friend. It was oddly... fun? Just to playfully mess with him a little. He had never really done something like that. He normally didn't have enough confidence to talk like that, but after today, he felt a little more sure of himself.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#i gave him tarrare disease FUCK #endo #safe vore #endosoma #pred pov #tw vore #half size vore #vore day #oh hey #the old first draft of the vore day fic #this is for my mutuals who are oh so normal about Val

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Soft Part Eight of however many it takes for my coworker to Love Lucifer

Summary: You return from your trip with your boyfriends, and are greeted by Soft Luci.

Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Nine ten

The van pulled up to the House of Lamentation. Everyone excitedly left the van, and walked into the house. They were immediately greeted by a mouthwatering scent.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Beel took off running before you could ask any questions.

"No way! You're in for a treat, doll," Mammon said, directing you to the dining hall, causing many disapproving groans.

When you entered the dining room, Lucifer and Beel were already at their seats, the latter of which was staring impatiently at the mountains of shimmering food.

"It's just like the Celestial realm!" Asmo exclaimed happily. "Someone hold Beel so I can take a picture."

"How were you able to pull this off?" Satan pulled out your chair, and both of you took your seats.

"I got the ingredients from Simeon, but I made all of it myself. I thought it would be a nice treat after your trip," Lucifer had a soft smile on his face, happily looking at all his brothers. "Don't be shy, enjoy!"

…As much as you hated to admit it…Lucifer had just made the best damn meal you'd ever eaten…

….

Now that all the brothers were busy trying to be the best boyfriend, Soft Luci was around far more often. The meal was only the beginning.

"No no, a more subtle wrist flick," he said, bringing his arms around you, and gently moving your hand. "Like this. Give that a try now."

He'd come into your room an hour ago with a mug of hot cocoa. Mammon had been helping you work on a spell you were struggling with, but he'd fallen asleep on your bed. So you'd been alone, and frustrated, and Lucifer had offered to help.

You repeated the motion, all too aware of his body heat close behind you.

Instantly, all the papers on your desk organized themselves into a neat pile.

"I did it!" You gasped, turning to look at Lucifer, who was smiling happily.

"Yes, I'm so proud of you," he practically sang. His crimson eyes looked truly excited that you had managed to pull off the spell. The longer you looked into them, the more lost you were. Then you became all too aware of how intoxicating the colonel he was wearing was. You were getting lost. And you were getting lost quickly.

Luckily (?) He took a step back, ending whatever spell you had cast on yourself. His smile said he knew exactly what he was doing, and normally you'd have called him out on it. But right now, you were very aware of how cold it was now that he'd taken a step back.

"That should be enough for tonight, get some rest," he said, making to leave. He paused at the door, and turned his head back. "Tomorrow, Solomon will be helping with your defense training. He is going to help teach defensive and offensive magic. You have nothing to worry about. I know you are more than capable."

And then he left. You cuddled in next to Mammon (well as much as possible, he'd taken up three quarters of the bed) and stared at the ceiling until sleep took over.

….

You overslept the next morning. When you woke up, Mammon was gone, and the three quarters of the bed he'd taken up were cold. You noticed a note on the nightstand.

You seemed quite exhausted last night, so I've called off your classes for the day. There are leftover pancakes waiting for you downstairs. If you need anything, I will be in my office all day. Do not hesitate to come to me.

Lucifer

Damn it. He was good. You smiled while reading it, like you were reading something from one of your boyfriends. But he wasn't one! You couldn't even be sure you liked him!

Although….

No, you were just hungry, and thinking about the pancakes. Once you ate, those silly thoughts would go away.

You wandered downstairs, and found the pancakes. They had a whipped cream smiley face on them. You were starting to wonder if Lucifer may have hit the Demonus early. He was always more affectionate when he…..

And then you got an idea.

A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.

You ate your pancakes, pulled out two glasses and a bottle of Demonus, and raced up to Lucifer's office.

It's not like you'd be tricking him…you were just going to offer some drinks, and find out what he was planning, and feeling, and why he was playing with your heart!

It'd be fine! And a true test of Soft Luci. If he was truly real…he'd not kill you when he sobered up after you shared in a couple glasses of Demonus.

A+ plan!

#obey me brothers #obey me x reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer #om! lucifer #obey me x poly reader

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Addicted to love: Chapter 1

Authors note: This is the first chapter of this series I'm starting! Not too much happens in this one as I just want to get the story set up. Hope you enjoy!!

Pairings: Josh x reader, Jake x reader, Danny x reader, Sam x reader!Platonic

Warnings: Little bit of language. Nothing crazy yet.

Word count: 1,142

Moving to a new city halfway across the country is a bitch. It's even worse you're completely alone in your journey. Sighing loudly for no one to hear but yourself you set the last box from the moving truck down in the now very full and unorganized living room. You go outside to thank the movers and completely collapse on the new flooring. “Still so much to do.” You say to no one but yourself. After catching your breath while staring aimlessly at the ceiling, you will yourself to get up and start putting your new place into order.

Six hours go by and your apartment is starting to look and feel like you. Humming in content you decide you should probably get something to eat as you have no food in your place nor have you eaten since you arrived eight hours ago. Adjusting your hair that's thrown into a lazy ponytail on your head, you slip on a pair of black Converse, grab your keys, and head out to your car. You quickly google map the closest burger joint that you can stuff yourself at and hit the road.

The diner which you now notice is called “Joes Diner”, is fairly empty on a Thursday night. The waitress who seems to be in her mid-fifties seats you and allows you to look over the menu. After a few minutes, you order a greasy burger and vanilla shake. While you wait for your food to arrive you look around the diner. It is your basic run-of-the-mill diner with red squeaky booths, sticky black tables, and cheesy fifties esk decor everywhere. The door jingles and you glance up to the door to see a man walk in. He's on the smaller side with poofy brown hair that's shaved on the sides. He has a decent amount of facial hair covering his upper lip and under his lower one. ‘He's kind of cute.’ You think inwardly before rolling your eyes. ‘Not even here twenty-four hours and already looking at eye candy.’ You can't help but keep your eyes trailing on the unfamiliar man. The way he interacts with your waitress behind the counter is almost theatrical. He's over there making her laugh and you don't know why but you feel the need to know what he could be saying that is so funny.

You oggle a little too long because before you know it the man has made eye contact with you from across the room. Your stomach drops and your face heats up as you look down at your fidgeting hands. You hear footsteps approach you and look up to see the mystery man standing less than two feet away from you.

“You were staring at me the moment I walked in the door. Don't act all shy on me now mama.”

His words catch your breath in your throat. Releasing a breath you look up to the man. You almost gasp at him. ‘He was attractive from afar but damn.’ You tuck the hair falling from your ponytail out of your face and clear your throat.

“Uh. Yeah sorry about that. I didn't mean to freak you out.” The man's eyes widen slightly at your statement. Almost as if he's surprised you would think that you freaked him out.

“You didn't freak me out. I'm used to people staring. I just wanted to introduce myself to the pretty girl in the room.” Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen. The man chuckles before extending out his hand.

“I'm Josh by the way.” You grasp his hand and give him a light but confident handshake. “Y/N.”

Your hands slowly release from the handshake. Letting your fingertips brush his palm. Josh shifts on his feet and glances behind himself. “Do you mind if I sit with you? Only if you're okay with it of course!” You giggle a little and nod for him to sit in the empty leather booth across from you. He quickly jumps into the seat and stares at you with a smirk.

Time passes by quickly with Josh. You guys talk about anything and everything. The conversation flows so greatly between the two of you. You learn that he is from Michigan, and he has a twin brother, a sister, and a younger brother. He really enjoys music and film. He wouldn't really give too many details on his job besides the fact that he works with his brothers, but you try not to pry that out of him. Some people are just private about their careers. You tell him about your move and that your passion is photography. You both even throw in a few flirty comments that make your stomach do somersaults. Glancing at the time on your phone you realize it's already 11:00 pm.

“Oh shit.” You announce. Josh looks confused and you let yourself continue. “I didn't realize it was already so late, I have an early meeting for my new job tomorrow.” Josh's eyes soften at your statement and you realize the same thing he does at the same time. You don't know when you'll see him again. “Hey, it's okay! I have an early work thing too.” Your heart feels a little better knowing he will also be getting up early in the morning. Josh reaches down in his pocket and pulls out his phone. He unlocks it and then slides it over to you. Raising an eyebrow you give him a questioning look.

“Put your number in that way I can see your pretty face again mama.” Josh says while giving a cheeky smile, showing off his perfect teeth. Rolling your eyes you quickly type in your number and text yourself a quick ‘Hey.’ You slide the phone back to Josh and make your way to stand up. Josh copies your actions and walks out the door with you.

“Well, this is my car.” You say with disappointment. Josh smiles slightly and wraps his arms around you. You recuperate the embrace tightly. The warmth of touch alone is enough to make you weak in the knees. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you pull out the embrace. “It was nice to meet you, Josh.” You smile warmly before getting into your car. While the door is still open Josh leans against it. “I'll text you. Have a wonderful night Y/N.” Josh then shuts your door and approaches his own car. You don't stick around to watch him drive off.

Once you get back to your apartment you are beat. You collapse onto your bed with a sigh. All you think about is the way Josh looked at you and the way he uses his hands when he speaks. Everything he does makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ‘I think I’m gonna like it here.’

To be continued...

#gvf fic #jake kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x reader #danny wagner x reader

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September 15: Braven, Second Time

I am really tired, so tired I legit fell asleep on my couch for a short period of time, but nevertheless I had the desire to write some more of the loftverse before bed. I don't even know. Like, yes, if I was going to write it probably should have been on Troped but... I don't have the brain for that. I just don't. I also haven't done anything else in a while and I think I need some variety.

This does not take place IN the loft but it's part of the same universe.

Braven, ~900 words, written in about 30-35 minutes, warnings for just a little bit of explicit content

Previous installments on the tag "loftverse"

The second time they sleep together, Raven tells him, "You're a romantic, aren't you?" out of nowhere into a slow-widening gray well of silence, and he almost has to laugh. She's sitting on top of him, and he'd been staring up at her tits, and the shape of her collar bone and the flow of her hair over her shoulders and her silhouette in the dreary winter gloom. But mostly her tits.

"What?" she asks, biting back a smile that's only an answer to his smile, pushing a confused half-bubble of laughter down. Slowly it softens. She touches his nose, the tip of her finger lingering there, then sliding down to bump against his lips. "I've figured that out about you," she says.

The first time was a one-off, the sort of thing good friends just don't discuss, but it opened the door to something that might become habit. He learned what she looked like naked because she brought him to her bedroom once and took her shirt off without warning--impatient as always, skipping over what she did not know how to do by using short cuts and fast tracks--knew the part of his brain that would say bad idea bad idea would be drowned out and shunted aside. And she was right. That was back in the fall after her boyfriend got caught cheating. Seems a lifetime ago now but she's not yet told him if she's over it, if she ever will be.

This one is on him. It's different in ways he can start to name, can't quite pin down. Maybe just that he didn't initiate by immediately stripping.

She'd come over early with this idea they'd go out to breakfast but the temperature had fallen overnight, the sky clouding up and dropping and that heavy, expectant hush in the air, like a storm gathering itself, so they'd stayed inside and eaten the rest of his cereal, then played video games on his couch. The whistle of the wind and the rattle of his windows in the blow and gust of it sounded of winter. He yawned, for real, stretched up his arm and let it rest around her shoulders.

She looked at him like, am I dumb? Do you think I don't notice it?

He gave her a smile that other women would find charming.

But she slid in against his side as she beat his ass six out of ten, threw the controller on the coffee table after and then just turned her face so her nose was crushed in against his t-shirt. He squeezed her arm, gathered her up close and listened to her inhale, and on the rattling long exhale, he slid his hand beneath her shirt.

None of it meant anything except that he was horny and cold and he knew if Raven minded, she'd just shove him away. Tell him to get over himself and shut up.

Now she's talking about romance and he's thinking about her tits, and wondering if she always takes her hair down to fuck.

The question (you're a romantic, aren't you?) is idle and content and hazy with sex, the bedroom small and square and the hour uncertain. His bed, a queen that he doesn't really need, came with the place and barely fits in the room. Around it is a thin border of floor, around and beneath it wall to wall carpet in an ugly gray-green color that always looks dirty, even when it's not. He's been planning to move out of the place for over a year now but hasn't found anything better, and because it was only supposed to be temporary, he never really decorated much: just a single framed painting on the bare white walls, a gift, which he's hung up over the dresser in the corner of the room.

He has two windows, though. That's the best feature of the place: the natural light. Right now they have the overhead light on and the floor lamp by the bed too, because the late afternoon light is the gray-white tone of a storm that just won't break, hazed out and cold. Occasional thin wisps of snow slant by, sometimes. Nothing that will stick; nothing that will stay.

Bellamy can see the snow, and the wintry light just on the verge of tipping into twilight, through the window just behind Raven, the window she's half-framed in. His palms are sliding up and down her legs, steady and warm, and his feet are still tangled up in the sheets of his unmade bed. He's thinking about Raven awash in his sheets and how she'd look if he flipped her right over and landed her on his pillows, and how he'll probably do just that, when he actually wants to come.

For now she's barely moving, only riding him slowly. As she watches him, the smile fades from her face, and she tilts her head and traces the curve of his cheekbone, wafts her fingertips across the freckles over his nose.

"Romantic?" he asks. He means himself, what she'd said, but for a moment she frowns down at him, confused.

Then: "You want a nice girl who will take you home to her parents," she explains, slow and quiet.

He squeezes her leg, feels the strong muscles there, the softness of her skin.

"Why do you say that?"

She shrugs. He wonders if this is the last time, if he should be taking in every detail now, before he tips over an edge, before the storm breaks.

"It's just something," Raven says, "I see in you."

#the 100 #braven #rellamy #bellamy x raven #raven reyes #bellamy blake #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #loftverse

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charlesandmartine · 17 hours

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Thursday 25th April 2024

I think we were up before the animals this morning when an over vigilant ranger tapped on our door at 5.30am. If fact we were up before the sun too which was reflected in the outside temperature. As soon as we hit the trail in the Toyota, things began to improve and the morning sunrise was glorious. Impala were up of course. I don't expect they sleep much since they have breakfast tattooed across their forehead. Breakfast that is for most other animals out there. Their main line of defence is to move around in large groups reducing the odds of being eaten somewhat, but of course the old, frail and sleepy will have reduced odds entirely. The dominant male has even more to worry about. There's always a challenger. In fact he may only hang onto the gold sticker for one day before another male sees himself as top dog. The stakes are high but so are the prizes. He gets the pick of all those women and with childbirth occurring in November onwards with a six month gestation, about now he has a great deal to do!

The radio squawked and Bella our ranger said hold on tight, we need to shift. And so it was that this Toyota was reaching unimagined speeds 2 wheel, 4 wheel drive along the deep sandy tracks. We came eventually to a bit of a clearing to meet another Toyota and two nursing lionesses; one with three male cubs which were likely a few months old and another with a tiny cub probably just a matter of weeks old. Male cubs are not as desirable as female of course since one dominate male will perform the necessary task whilst the female will propagate the species. The air hung heavy with a recent kill.

The saddest image was of a dead elephant lying where he fell, by a well trodden path close to the river. He would have been an excluded old male. Elephants have six sets of teeth which are worn and replaced throughout their life. When the last set are gone, with no more replacements available, they die of starvation, as this one most likely did.

Also on the viewing list this morning was a brown snake eagle and a yellow billed stork.

Chobe is a national park and so our lodge is one of many. However, because it's a national park there is no fence and the animals roam as they should. Not only in Botswana, but we saw elephant moving across national borders yesterday moving from Namibia and into Botswana.

We were back at the lodge by 9 and were able to tuck into a huge carnivore breakfast before taking to the boat at eleven.

Bella drove an entirely electric boat up and down the Chobe River whilst we chatted to the 2 Americans and one Australian and animals such as Trump were discussed at length. The temperature is telephone number territory so most respectable animals were having a bit of a quiet time indoors. However, elephants and baboons can be relied upon to keep the party going. Crocodiles are party animals too, although they kept pretending to slip down into the water where they could cool off. Baboons when not nitpicking sit and sip the water; one with child needed to be extra vigilant not to drown the clinging child beneath her when dipping her head into the water. We were returned to the lodge after an hour and a half on the water in time for lunch! It's a hard life. We said no, we will just have a drink of water, but before long found ourselves tucking into a plate of cold beef and salad.

We were allowed a brief time off before high tea and then the 3.30 safari.

Bella our ranger rounded us up and shoved us into the Toyota ready for the three hour safari. I said to her, now come on Bella, be honest, when did you last seen a leopard? She was quiet for a moment and muttered, about two weeks ago. Well I said, I really want to see one, it's the only one of the big five I haven't seen. Well off we went, we looked under every bush, up every tree, do you think we could find one, NO. Bella said she thought she saw a tail. Big disappointment I can tell you. We did see the usual bunch of elephants, a bent giraffe, Kori Bustard, a large wart hog and several hundred impala. No leopard. We did however stop for a sundowner; a gin and tonic washing down a bag of biltong. Very sophisticated. Well to be honest it was only me and the American ladies that had the biltong. Then came the magnificent sunset and back to base just in time for 6.30 pm. Apparently the rangers turn back into Cinderella if you miss this deadline and they get fined by the national park.

Tomorrow we have one opportunity from sunrise to see the leopard, then Trailfinders shall scoop us up and take us to Victoria Falls.

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Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 6

Cw:mentions of sex, body fluids, food allergies

Gif by @wiha-jun

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

He stays with her until the early hours of the morning.

They talk, and when she exhausted him on everything about his kingdom, he told her how he dreamed of her those nights after.

How he heard her and felt her and how he bit his tongue when he woke up with her name on his lips.

She had giggled as she led him to her bedroom, saving the best for last.

The witch had asked him to stay, to stay because she was afraid of dying alone.

So Ch’ah stays and holds her as he sings her to sleep as she cries because for the first time in six years Eva doesn’t want to die.

“Ma'alo'ob záastal k'iin,” good morning, she said as he caressed her cheek and left his thumb stay on her lower lip as she woke up in his arms, still wearing his pearls and a fucking mess of sweat, make up and possibly cum.

“Bix kutaj?” how are you feeling? He asks treating her with such gentleness she feels like crying again because it’s all coming to an end.

“Better with you here.” She feels stupid for being so unguarded with him. None of her lovers ---except Antonia--- knew much about her, and it took so long before the witch felt safe enough to let the walls come down. “You should know that it takes more than half a year for me to admit anything close to that.”

“Lucky me, then.” He kissed her softly, not the passionate roughness of their first night, when it was more about sating themselves. No, it is the tenderness of last night when he made her weep in how loved he made her feel.

Its isn’t love, and she knows it, but it sure feels like it.

“I have to leave, my people will worry and come searching for me.” He parts with great reluctance and she begs him for one last kiss.

Ch’ah does more than that and Eva wished she had met him sooner. To have known him longer, lived long enough to love him.

The moment is broken when Eva’s maid, not Delia who raised her, but Meche la metiche who was one of Carranza’s or Obregon’s spies knocks on the door to her room.

“¿Señorita, may I prepare your breakfast?” Mercedes, or Meche, asked pretending she didn’t hear Ch’ah in there with her.

Puta, she can hear the housekeeper say in disapproval inside her head.

“Would you like to scare Meche la Metiche, Ch’ah?” Eva asked her lover who considered taking up on her offer before politely refusing.

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Ch’ah sneaks out and Eva uses all her magic to make him invisible to her neighbors and two servants. It's draining, especially because she has not eaten yet. Oh, those chilaquiles better come with beans and avocado.

“Meche told mami you had a man over last night.” Israel says over her shoulder making her lose her concentration and giving him a glimpse of said man she had over last night. “Ma sent me here to find out who he is. Can I be sure when I tell her you fucked a human man?”

“Do you remember the ghost man Tia Nicte used to tell us about, the one she said was really the god K’uk’ulkan?” the witch asks her cousin, her best friend really, and he nods.

“A god? Like the that English fucker I met in Harvard who calls himself Loki?” Nacho was not surprised, the Norse gods, Loki and Thor, were real and Israel Ignacio 'Nacho' de Souza Riley had lost his virginity to Loki in a library at Harvard Business School.

“Not a god, but damn close to one, his name is K’uk’ulkan, he was born in the late fifteenth century and his mother is buried under the space rock in the hacienda grounds. I summoned him on accident thinking he was Quetzalcoatl a week ago.” Eva explained and once Ch’ah was safely out of view, she stopped pretending to be contemplating by the ocean.

“You been fucking him for a week too, if Meche is right.” Her cousin gave her a knowing look.

He doesn’t judge her, he is as queer as her and liberal enough to give his mother all her gray hairs. His mother, Livia Drusila Riley who prides herself in being the only one to inherit Granda Patrick’s fiery red mane.

“I have known him for a week, I fucked him the night we met and last night. Tell Tia Livia I am not stupid and have taken enough tansy tea to fuck up my stomach.” Eva felt the coming of a headache just having to say that. “Did she tell your mother that she put fucking cilantro in my soup yesterday?”

It was so stupid, the men in the family can go about fucking who they please, and the moment Eva does something modern someone tattles on her on her aunt and godmother.

Once, one fucking time, someone sent a fucking letter to her godfather, the Pope. It was Felix Diaz ---Porfirio Diaz’s widower nephew--- who asked for his blessing to marry her after fourteen-year-old Eva refused the much older man on account of him being fucking forty.

“You never told her you have an allergy to it, how was she supposed to know you break out in hives?” her cousin said as they sat under the pavilion, in chairs to avoid dirtying their fine clothes. “Anyways, we figured there is a way to save you. It involves faking your death and putting you in a Manchester Car Company crate bound to England.”

“I like the first part, but not the second. I don’t like England, they have bad food and my ankle acts up with the damp and the cold.” Eva made a face. She had visited her father’s family once, they were working class, in Birmingham, England, more specifically the area of Small Heath.

There were gangsters there, Italian ones by the name Changretta and Traveller and Romani ones like her father by the name Shelby. Granny Ethel had suggested one of the Shelby boys in her last letter, the middle one, Thomas. Thomas Shelby who is ambitious and sharp as a knife and lost his girlfriend to consumption before the Great War.

And while Eva had nothing against her English family and the young man in question, she must refuse.

Eva Leonor Smith is not going to England, it was almost as bad as going to France or America in their family. And even then, something in her wanted to cry at the idea of never seeing Ch’ah again.

Maybe if she had never met K’uk’ulkan she would have gone to England happily and met this gangster her grandmother wants her to marry, but it’s too late for that.

“Our dear friend, Florence, is calling all her favors, don’t fucking waste her time, Eva, we don’t have other choices.” Israel reminds her.

Eva has a hefty criminal record, most countries refused to offer asylum because of it.

But there was one that guaranteed her a good life and freedom.

If only she could live underwater.

“I know, I just don’t want to leave. Not anymore.” The young witch admitted with a sigh.

Spirits, sighing and longing for a man she barely knows, when did she become so pathetic?

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He paints her, a graceful dancer in sheer white, flowers in her hair and dark eyes that have lived longer than her twenty-two years. She kneels and looks at the moon like the goddess Ixchel does in some of the paintings and statues.

“My grandson has discovered a way to save your woman.” The head priestess said breaking him from his concentration, Itza was part of the handful of people he allowed in his private chambers, and one of the three sorcerers who can use their power to breathe air like him without the need of the jade water masks.

Itza descended from the priest who foresaw their safety and prosperity by the mysterious flowers that grew from the meteor. Itza was advanced in years now, her grandson had her gift and would succeed her when the moment came, he would miss her, like he missed all his advisors and friends before and after her.

“The runes I have cast on myself can be shifted to give a reversed effect. She will breathe like one of us, but we would need to test them on her to make sure they have the desired effect.” The old witch woman gives him the scrolls with both spells.

He could not decipher that language, the writings for sorcerers were unintelligible by those not blessed with that ability.

“You have my gratitude, as always, Itza.” Ch’ah smiled and thanked her genuinely.

For a man supposedly cursed without love, you love your people very deeply, Eva had laughed as he told her things he hadn’t told anyone else.

There was a sense of companionship he did not want to lose with the pretty witch.

“She will make a splendid queen, I have seen it, ajaw.” Itza whispered as if anyone would dare speak against her here.

When she was young, Itza treated him like a brother and now she sees him as a favored son, or even grandson.

“I have no intentions of taking her as a wife, I barely know her, Itza.” Besides, she is mortal, surface dwellers have shorter life spans than the Talokanil. Ch’ah Toh Almehen could not put himself through the agony of outliving people he loves.

“But you will know her, you will come to love her as Itzamná loves Ixchel and you will see I was right, oh great K’uk’ulkan.” The witch woman chuckled as she sat at his table and explained how her spell worked.

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Notes: Eva is originally a Peaky Blinders oc paired with Tommy Shelby. Fic is completed, has over 100 one shots and spawned several aus in this blog. It is called Between the Shadow and the Soul

#eva smith shelby #eva smith riley #kukulkan x oc #kukulkan namor #eva x namor #namor x mexican!oc

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 17

God, I forgot how much I hate homework, the thick packet of busy work that doesn't even help me in any way. I feel the warm mug of lavender tea and use it to massage my cramping hand. With everything that I had missed despite testing out that I knew it all. I must have pissed them off somehow. It's dark outside when I've seen I've finished and I can still hear Molly's last call to me from a few hours ago. Nightmare gnaws at my ankles, he's eaten so he's just bored and that irritates me some but I don't really care. I haven't been called on by oracle for a while now. Something about keeping where the other side, they called it, could reach me. I haven't been to the manor in days, and in turn, I haven't heard from him in a while. I'm not mad, but it's almost lonely.

I walk over to my couch and pull open a Pandora, and open Enya. I start cleaning up some mess that I let accumulate. I hum to Wild Child as it hits the second chorus. My mother loved this song, it would play after almost every other one in her playlist. I remember complaining about it. Seems foolish now.

HISS!

Nightmare screams bloody murder directing me to the window. I whip around and feel myself freeze. A figure stands on my balcony, green skies, unnatural for Gotham. The figure stands tall, red cloak and glowing green eyes.

"Al?"

"After what happened in Moscow, you will call me Spawn."

He walks through the door closing it shut behind him. "I can't be here long so let me make this simple." He pulls out a box with the professor's symbol. He throws it to me. "Home is facing trouble beyond belief and the safety of existence depends on what you do here. Franklin Richards is doing all he can to keep the monsters at bay. We received information that your friends are getting help from someone here and are arriving sooner than we hoped. They talked about the last resort, as you recall it's how you got free the last time." I open the box and remove the paper, my blood runs cold, and I drop the box. Six bangles drop clink on the ground, each bearing a hieroglyph and a glowing stone.

"No! I can't be her again!"

"You don't have a choice!" His cloak rises around him. I flinch, Spawn sighs calming down. "Beast made your new model, this pair will allow you to be yourself longer." He looks out the window watching the sky. "Your friends have shielded you but know this, they fight in your place. I can take you to them but that's all I can do for you my time here is short."

I fall to my knees, I shakily take the bangles. I feel the energy surging through them. Infinity stones. I remember when I came to hold them for the first time. Jubilee handing them to me bloody and near death. I remember they sunk into my skin, sinking deep into my bloodstream. I also remember carving them out in a dark alleyway with some broken glass.

I snap my fingers put on my costume, and slip on the bangles three on each arm the shrink to my skin. They feel hot on my skin. almost burning. I hear Spawn growl.

"No answer?"

"You're going to take me anyway," I take Nightmare in my arms, he's still hissing. "just take me." Something wet falls down my face. I see red cloud my vision, then I can't breathe for a moment. "We're here," It takes me a moment to register where I'm at. It's the underground city in Cairo. Only a few know of its whereabouts. Fewer can enter. But there they are. The Titans, the Bat crew, and a few others. Most are on the ground bleeding in amounts that should be concerning. "I hope to see home soon. Your uncle is annoying without you there as a filter." He leaves without another word, vanishing in red.

"Y/N! Go home!" I recognize the voice of my partner. But I ignore it. I walk to the danger. I almost cry at what I see. It's a higher rank than what should be here. He's massive, towering over everyone. He seems to smile with his twisted beak. Black leathery skin, soaked in blood and acids. Adorned in gold carrying weapons that seem to be dropping off of him. But like the others, he's off.

"Who are you?! You're not a Crow!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I furrow my brows

"You speak English?"

"I speak every language." Nightmare growls the identity of the thing. I glare at the creature.

"Hello, Minthu, God of war. I will give you a second chance to save yourself." I cross my arms to an X touching the back of my hands palms facing out. He only scoffs at me.

"And what could you do? You are nothing but a bug in the sands of this desert. Your master has promised me glorious bloodshed! He will be a god-like no other! Bound to the world of the mighty united as his ambassador! I will finally turn this world and the next sopping their soils in their entrails!"

"Fine, then I have no choice but to end this." The stones burn, but they do their job. I tear the creature down molecule by molecule. I erase him he screams but I continue he was too far gone to help anyway. "I am hell, discord, your death, and terror! I pass Galatic judgment upon you. You are not welcome, your kind, Crow and all. Die!"

I leave nothing. Not blood, not skin. I will the others healed while I'm forcing time and space. I release myself and drop to the floor dust puffing the air around me. I look at the burns on my skin, the same colors as the stone under them. I bleed. I'm tired.

"Y/N!"

I close my eyes, and for a moment I think. But when I open them I'm back up I'm in the cave. My arms burn but I sit up. I've been changed out of my clothes. I'm currently wearing fresh clothes from my closet I look at my wrists and see that the bangles still attached. I doubt that even if I tried they won't come off. Nightmare mews climbing up on my lap. He asks if I am alright.

"I'm okay, thank you Nightmare. How long was I out?...3 days...I can imagine he's been worried."

"Y/N?"

"That's me, dead or alive," I answer not even turning to the voice. I look at the newcomer. Green eyes stare at me from his chair. His face is pale, but stoic nonetheless. "are you even happy to see me?"

He saunters over as if stalking me. He places a hand on my forehead.

"You're running a fever. Lay back down."

"You're running your mouth, you lay down."

"Cheap retorts won't save you from bed rest."

"Worth a shot."

"Tell me what happened back there."

"I took care of things." I lift my arms. "Same way I escaped back then." He tenderly grabs my arm and grazes the scabs with his thumb. I try not to wince.

"What are they?"

I frown. "Everything and nothing, they're infinity stones. Normally a celestial would be able to use them, but I've adapted to use them. The last time I did, I nearly lost myself. Consumed them. I nearly lost a friend to them. They tried to merge with me. They've attempted to do so again." I give him a smile. "I need to leave, it's started. I have to find an abandoned planet now."

I attempt to move, but an arm stops me it wraps around my waist keeping me in place. I give the boy a tired look.

"Damian?"

"Shut up. You'll stay under house arrest until further notice. You will not leave this city." I push him off, his hand still holds my wrist.

"It was a joke! I have to stay here anyway." He lets out a shaky sigh bringing my hand to his face.

"Don't do this again. Ever, please."

"Can you take me home then?"

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I haven't been allowed to move to do anything to do for a while now. Damian made sure of that. Every time I got up to even make a cup of tea I was forced back into bed, the couch, or the chair. I have been bored out of my mind. Even watching anything was followed by concern. "Damian, if you don't let me watch my show in peace I will jump out the window!"

"Well, you shouldn't have allowed yourself to expend your abilities to the point of not being able to use them."

"I can still use pockets. It's just a matter of healing and everything else Involved."

As luck would have it I had managed to drain myself to the point of actual pain. The others helped remove scales from my body, but because I wasn't healing I've had to change my bandages just about every day. They haven't been healing as fast as they should. Even slower than the human standard. The stones drained me alright but at least they haven't tried to merge with me, for now.

I've had time to tell Damian more about the stones. Thanos, the infinity sword, the wars. He was happy I didn't take part in the war. But after hearing about Thanos he asked about more of our villains. I was more than happy to tell him. I started with the mutant ones and ended with Thanos. I even had Nightmare pull up my comm so I can share my database with him. But even with my extensive list, it didn't go on for long. I was so tired of talking I started playing I dream of Jeannie. It wasn't up to his standard, so he turned it off.

I'm still pouting when he brings me my tea. I smell it and frown.

"Your drink will get cold."

"It's a sleepy-time tea. I asked for Lady Gray."

"What you want isn't always what you want, and you can't have caffeine. It's almost midnight."

"Party pooper." I twist the ring on my finger watching it catch the light. I hear him sip, but I feel his eyes in my skull. "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Would you let me take care of you more often?"

"Hell to the no." He laughs.

"Then stop getting hurt, or you will have no choice." Still holding his cup he kicks my couch making it spring open. Then he sets his mug down and helps me to the bed.

"You could have taken me to my room."

"Then you wouldn't sleep you would stay up till daybreak and blame the sun for existing."

"Valid point you make about the sun, however-" He shoves the tea to my face.

"If you drink it, and get 10 hours max sleep. I will do whatever you want tomorrow. No exceptions." I raise my eyebrow.

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"In a dress dancing like a monkey speaking Klingon?"

"If I must." I take the entire drink in one go and through the covers over my head. He follows suit turning off the lights. And as I start drifting I recall he said nothing about what the minimum amount was. But I think the library is open at 6. And he will not awake till 8.

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