#i showed this one to eldest; it got an 'oof' from her

[actiaslunaris]

all my synapses fire wrongly now; good // original

#a softer world remix #a softer galileo #yukaoru #character death cw #asw 116 #tantei galileo #kindan no majutsu #s03e00 #moteasobu #s02e00 #tg: mine: edit #that au where she didn't survive that case #it's up to you whether this text indicates a real world cause or if it's supernatural; maybe it's her ghost #maybe he's dying #i showed this one to eldest; it got an 'oof' from her

[snowblossomreads]

Happy Birthday Darling

Summary: In where Severus turns 63.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Wife!Reader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Unspecified age gap, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Me: No writing for two weeks so you can rejuvenate yourself. Also Me: It's Sev birthday and I must love on him. I can't follow my own instructions but it's Sev's bday and I want to share my little fluff with everyone 😤😤😤 enjoy :D

A/N+: I was too lazy to give the twins names / or write the stand in name abbreviations or anything really so sorry about the vagueness on that front. :"D

As a notorious light sleeper, it had been somewhat of a surprise that Severus hadn’t woken up the moment [Y/n] had managed to wriggle herself out of her husband's comforting hold.

The only sign that he had been disturbed by her movement was a brief stirring before the rise and fall of his chest signaled he had calmed.

Leaning over she placed a feathery kiss on his cheek before pulling herself out of bed and doing her best to quietly shuffle out of the room in hopes of him staying asleep.

It hadn’t been more than ten minutes after she had left the room did the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps pounding against the wooden floor cause Severus’ eyes to squint open and a groggy groan to catch in his throat. 

“Love, are the kids up already?”

When his question was met with silence, he turned to check on [Y/n], and when he found her spot empty with no sign of her presence, confusion filled him. She was usually the one to sleep in so her already being up had his expression morphing into one of concern as he sat up and looked around.

But before he could throw one leg off the bed, the door was flung open with such force it startled him for a second before his eyes landed on his precious little family that was scampering into the bedroom.

“Happy birthday da!” 

The high pitch squeals of his beloved twins was accompanied by an even louder shrill from the baby boy who was wiggling happily in the arms of [Y/n] who shot a sleepy smile at Severus. Both twins, who were very much balls of energy even at such early hours, were already crawling onto the bed before flying into their father’s arms.

A faint ‘oof’ was pulled from his lips as they crashed into his sides knocking the air out of him. Yet still, his arms tightened around them reflexively as they nestled into his sides before beaming up at him with excited looks.

“Be careful you two you’re going to knock someone out one day!” 

[Y/n] chided even though she couldn’t help but give them a humorous look as she made her way over to Severus’ side of the bed to take a seat next. 

“Ack!” 

A sharp noise left the baby’s form as if he was agreeing with mom and both parents couldn’t help but exchange an amused raise of a brow. 

“See, even your baby brother agrees,” Severus murmured as he placed a kiss on top of the twins’ heads before moving on to kiss the babbling child who squeaked happily from the affection he was receiving. 

Pulling away, he leaned over slightly to give [Y/n] her morning kiss which she happily received even though it had the twins squawking in faux disgust.

“Ew mum, da stop!”  “My eyes yuck!”

Both of them complained attempting to shield their faces but really just enjoying giving their parents a hard time as the two adults happily showered each other with affection. 

“Oh hush you two!” [Y/n] laughed as she finally pulled away from Severus but not before giving him one last peck. “How do you think you three got here in the first place?” She added in a whisper causing Severus to chuckle and shake his head at her.

“Good morning,” he rumbled gazing down at his two twins who were nestled into his sides comfortably as they looked at him with shiny eyes, “thank you for the birthday wishes my loves, you know how much I look forward to them.”

“You’re welcome da! And we made you breakfast!” The eldest of the two shouted, keen to show their father the breakfast that they (i.e mum made but they got to stir in any ingredients so it was the same). 

“And we got you presents!” Chirped the youngest as their arms tightened around him. “But mum said she didn’t want us to make a mess here so you have to get up da!”

A chuckle rumbled through Severus' chest as the twins basically vibrated in his arms, eager to show him the effort they had put in. Warmth unfurled in his chest as he gazed over his little family that was in his arms and near him and he couldn’t help the joy that bloomed in him. Never did he think he would have this. This happiness, this comfort, this love surrounding him. It in itself was a gift and honestly more than he could have wanted.

“My loves, you didn’t have to do any of that, you all just being here makes me very happy,” he murmured looking at the twins with a soft gaze, and then looking at [Y/n] who returned his gentle look as she rubbed soothing circles against their baby’s back.

“So does that mean you don’t want breakfast?” Huffed one of the twins with a hurt expression crossing their face thinking that their hard work was going to waste.

“Or our presents?” Warbled the other sadly already becoming upset at the thought of their dad not opening the gifts they picked out for him.

“Of course, I want breakfast,” he chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss on each child’s head, immediately causing them to cheer back up at his words, “and of course, I’ll open the presents, how could I not when you all are the ones giving it to me?”

Both of the kids celebrated, giving each other a high five and a large grin at Severus’ words pleased that their efforts were not going to waste.

“Alright you two, how about you both go make sure everything is ready?” [Y/n] asked looking at the twins who were back to bursting at the seams to show their dad everything that had been made for him. “Me and dad will be out in a second okay?”

Nodding, both of the twins gave Severus a kiss on the cheek before racing each other off the bed, almost tripping over one another as they raced out of the room. Once they couldn’t be heard anymore, a little giggle left [Y/n] as she looked over to her husband who was yawning while dragging his hand through his hair. Hair that had begun to pepper with age as white and gray streaks began to mingle with the black.

Eyes catching her gaze, a smirk played at his lips as he went to rest his chin in his palm. He watched as [Y/n] smiled bashfully back at him while stroking their baby boy’s head who had fallen asleep again, not used to being woken up so early.

“And just what has caught your attention this morning darling?”

“Mmm, just my very stunning husband and those flecks of gray that are starting to set in,” she mused, eyes flicking to his hair before back to his face which had twisted in a grimace. “Don’t make that face sweetheart, you’ll be a silver fox soon and I’m quite looking forward to it.”

“I believe you’re the only one who is looking forward to it,” he sighed wearily leaning back into the pillows and rubbing his face, “already sixty-three. Just yesterday I was meeting you at Flourish and Blotts after getting that bloody book finally published and now I’m almost elderly.”

Watching him simmer and grouse about aging, [Y/n] couldn’t help the little snort that left her due to how grumpy he was about all of it. If one thing hadn’t changed about him, it was that he could still be a bit moody at times when it came to some things.

But she loved it and loved him as much as she did when she met him those years ago. He though didn’t find it amusing considering the weak glare in his eyes as he looked over at her.

“And even my wife finds humor in my irritation,” he groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I promise I’m not laughing at you,” she apologized profusely, still giggling out loud at him and accidentally causing their baby to wiggle and let out a clipped whimper at the disturbance. “Oh and mummy’s sorry to you my little one, there, there,” she cooed, going to stroke his back to soothe him until he settled down once again with a little sigh.

A twinkle sparked in Severus' eyes for a moment as he watched her calm the child so gently. She seemed to have that effect on everyone including him and he adored it, yet he still couldn't help but feel agitated at his growing older.

“But don’t say it like you have one foot in the grave Severus,” she chuckled still amused by his reaction as she turned her eyes back on him, “you have at least another sixty years to go. So when you turn a hundred then you can complain. But just know,” she spoke leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I’m still going to love you and admire you as much as I do now when that comes along. Which is a lot if I have to say so.”

It was hard to keep the frown on his face as he looked at her eyes that shimmered brightly. All he could see in them was the affection and devotion she held for him and in the moment he felt the petty irritation of aging begin to melt as he leaned close to her brushing his nose against her.

A happy noise left her lips as she nuzzled him back enjoying the softness that had come back over him and the lightness of it all. 

“You remind me every day of why I married you, you are aware right?” He mumbled before leaning down to press a soft kiss against her lips. 

A muffled ‘mhmm’ left her throat while a smile grew on her lips as he pulled away to see her beam at him.

“It’s because I put up with your grumpiness isn’t it?” She asked lightheartedly, enjoying the way he raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head and chuckling.

“If that’s the way you want to phrase it then yes because you put up with my grumpiness.”

“Well, I love your grumpiness and everything in between about you, you know that,” she grinned, “so happy birthday sweetheart, I hope to share many more with you even if there are some grumpy times in between.” [Y/n] teased before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against Severus’ lips this time.

Even if he wasn't enamored with the idea of getting older, he once almost had that opportunity snatched away from him. But now, he had his [Y/n] and the little ones that he loved so deeply by his side. And growing old with her and watching the kids grow up alongside each other didn’t seem all too bad. Because what’s a little gray to the joy of aging with the people you love and cherish most.

A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite potions master, dungeon bat, spy, etc!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape fic #blossom writes

[gracefulsunflower]

CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 16

PUBLISHED: 02/06/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Polly Gray got out of the car, her son Michael following close behind.

"No. No fucking way," Michael protested as he got out, the springtime air hitting him.

"Have you ever eaten hedgehog, Michael?" Your father called out, making Bonnie laugh.

Polly was sure he was joking. Mostly sure.

"I'm getting back in this car." Michael announced, clearly not pleased.

"Michael, you're number two on Luca Changretta's hit list." Polly informed her son, not having it.

"Yeah, and I'll stay in a hotel," Michael shot back, pulling out his cigarette case and grabbing a cigarette.

"You stay in a hotel, I'll know where you are, so will the people who take you there, so will the people who work at the hotel." Polly said, stepping closer to her son, "And hotels don't move around. They don't even know where they'll be tomorrow. They follow the patrin and the crows."

"And if anyone should come for you, Michael, the Palmers and the Boswell's will put up a fair fight." Aberama informed the boy, Polly looking between the pair.

Michael took a few drags of his cigarette, disdain clear on his face.

"Take your medicine," Polly commanded, stepping past her son to grab them out of the car, ever the worrier.

"I'll take them," Bonnie announced, Polly handing them to the raven haired boy and him nodding a silent promise to take care of them.

"Your painkillers." Polly added, handing them to Bonnie.

"But the healers up there will heal you much quicker." Aberama added, knowing from first hand experience.

"Fucking witches, the lot of them." Michael said, making Bonnie turn around, ready to defend his people.

"Show some respect, Mr. Gray." Bonnie scolded lightly, heading back over to stand with his father, "They've agreed to welcome you on account of your blood."

Michael silently puffed on his cigarette, maintaining eye contact with Bonnie. Bonnie looked at Polly, then walked off, putting the medicines in the vardo Michael would be sleeping in.

"Take your medicine." Polly commanded her son, then handed him a revolver, "Take the gun. I won't be able to contact you. Till you phone me. We'll make a plan. Tommy says it won't be long. Then we'll be free."

A squeal in the tree above them alerted the group, and there you were, sitting with your sister Saoirse, laughing as you held a spider toward her, her shrieking and leaning away.

"Girls, come down!" Your father called out to you, "We've guests!"

You both looked at him, you putting the spider on the tree. Bonnie came over and stood at the base of the tree, arms open, and Saoirse jumped first, landing in Bonnie's arms with a shriek. Bonnie put your sister down, and she ran over to Polly, hugging her.

"Hello, poppet," Polly greeted warmly, smiling down at the child, then looked back over to see you jumping and Bonnie catching you with an 'oof'.

"You're getting too big for your brother to catch you now," Aberama warned the pair of you as you approached the group, arms slung over each other's shoulders, making you giggle.

"She's my little sister, Dad, she'll never get too big for me to catch her," Bonnie countered, a big grin on his face.

You beamed your older brother a toothy grin as he ruffled your already messy hair.

"Especially cause she doesn't grow taller anymore," Bonnie quipped, making you gasp and shove him lightly, giggling.

Polly looked at you in surprise. In this camp, you weren't the difficult girl forced to marry Finn. You were just a girl having fun, being happy. Polly was sure she'd never seen you happy like this before. She didn't think you could get this happy, seeing you at your default of sour most of the time.

"Oh, Saoirse, (Y/N), this is my son Michael. Michael, this is Saoirse and (Y/N), Aberama's other two daughters, Esmeralda, the one who came with us to pick you up, she's the eldest. (Y/N) here is Finn's wife." Polly explained as you all exchanged greetings.

"Speak of the devil," You remark, watching as your husband comes over with the suitcase you had packed, ready to put it in his car.

Finn Junior was right at his heels, sauntering along, little bell on the collar jingling. You noticed a field mouse in his mouth.

"Polly. Michael." Finn greeted, hugging Polly and shaking Michael's hand.

"Nice cat you've got," Michael commented, nodding down at the scraggly grey Maine Coon, making the cat hiss in protest and run over to you.

"It's hers. I wouldn't ever want to keep that fucking feather duster," Finn replied dryly as you crouched and told the cat to ignore the mean bellend holding the suitcase.

"We're off then, see you all later," You announced, having said your proper goodbyes before you climbed the tree, Finn leading you and the cat to the car.

Polly made a mental note to make Tommy let you camp out more when all this shit was over, so you could be happy.

"She shows him his roots, teaches him how to live off the land, and how to speak Shelta, Romani, and Rokka." Aberama informed Polly, coming to stand next to her, "Honestly, you'd think he was a child with how she was babying him when she was teaching him everything."

Polly looked at Aberama, then back at you, who was now mad at Finn for God knows what.

She tried to imagine you, patiently teaching Finn how to skin a rabbit, or gently showing him how to pronounce the words of her mother tongues. She couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. The only way she could imagine you was full of fire, ready to snap at whoever rubbed you the wrong way.

But, watching you as you kissed your crying sister on the forehead, clasped her little hands in yours and promised to visit her whenever you could, she could believe that you were somewhat kind. She couldn't imagine you in the act of kindness, but she could imagine you having kindness stored away somewhere.

Finn was completely right. You really were a contrary little girl.

•••

You were wrapping Bonnie's fists with bandages when Finn walked in with his brothers. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked divine. Your hair was twisted back into a low bun at the back of your head, and you were wearing yet another champagne coloured gown, the neckline low enough for the half heart pendant to show. He watched as your gloves fingers skilfully finished their duty, then came to rest at your sides. He noticed you looked taller, most likely wearing heels, and that you were carrying a purse which had a long thin chain that went across your body to sit on the opposite shoulder, most likely carrying a gun inside of it.

Tommy had given you a new gun as a late wedding gift. It had '(Y/N) Shelby' on the butt of it in cursive.

"Bonnie boy! Here we go, boy." Arthur said, catching your brother's attention, as well as your own, as he tipped pills into his hand, "Bring out that fucking tiger, go on."

Bonnie shook his head, "Tiger's already out."

You grinned at your brother for this statement.

"Fair enough," Arthur commented as your brother started bouncing on his heels.

Arthur threw the pills into his own mouth, making your eyes widen. You were certain he would've already done snow this evening.

"Bonnie," Your father started as he walked over to his only son, pulling him close, "Mr. Shelby will give you a 20% cut if you put Goliath down in the fourth round."

Aberama tapped your brother's side, then stepped away.

"Been caged up too long, brother." Arthur announced, heading towards the door, "If the women are going to have fun, so am I!"

Finn held a hand out, and you said see you later to your brother, promising to be sitting front row, and headed over to your husband, walking back out to the ring with him. He lead you to the other Shelby ladies, you would be sat in between Polly and Lizzie. They were the two you liked best. You flat out hated Linda, and Ada you didn't know too well to make a judgement. Your older sister Esmeralda wasn't in attendance tonight, having offered to watch the kids for everyone.

The women greeted you as you sat down, then teased Finn about being a good little husband for walking his wife to her seat. You sat impatiently, wanting your brother to get out into the ring already. You soon enough got your wish, your brother hopping into the ring with a red sash around his black shorts.

"Red for Rose." you mused, putting your head on Polly's shoulder.

She reached up and patted your face. Bonnie always wore red in his fights, for his mother Rose. The fighters got introduced, then the fight started. You immediately started cheering for your brother.

The first round didn't last long, Goliath sending your brother stumbling along the canvas. Your sister was right. He did look like Frankenstein's fucking monster. You internally chuckled as the bell rang, and the men went back to their corners.

The announcer shouted 'Round two!' And the men were back at it again. You felt something wet hit your back, and touched it, bringing your hand around. It was spit. You turned around, and narrowed your eyes at the men. One shifted nervously in his seat, and that's all it took for you to golly right in his eyes, then spin back around in your seat, cheering for your brother. Finn, who watched the scene unfold from the other side of the ring, started laughing as the man behind you furiously rubbed his eyes with his sleeve to rid the area of spit.

Lizzie moved from her seat, and you did too after a few beats, wanting to go to the toilet and wipe the gunk off your back.

You entered the bathroom, Lizzie stopping fixing her hair to look at you, then you went to the stall farthest from the door, then quickly did your business. You heard someone else enter the room and head into a stall.

"So what did Tommy say when you told him?" Polly questioned as you flushed the toilet then exited the stall, washing your hands at the sink next to Lizzie.

"He said I'd get a weekly allowance." Lizzie replied, sounding flat.

"Oh, he can be romantic." Polly snarked as Lizzie wiped your back with paper towel, ridding it of the spit.

You thanked her as you fixed your hair, not having to worry about makeup since you didn't wear any. Your ring caught the light next to the mirrors every time you moved your hand.

"Of course as company treasurer, I shall be questioning that expense." Polly joked as she walked to the sinks.

"He said something like, 'we've had enough death, let's have some life.'" Lizzie stated, bringing a cigarette to her lips.

The door opened, and you looked over to see Ada entering the room.

"Poll," She began, "This fight is fixed, isn't it? Poor Gypsy boy's getting battered out there."

She went and stood at the sinks next to Polly. You hopped up on the ledge and sat, waiting for someone to make a move to leave the bathroom.

You'd rather flush yourself down the toilet than be alone with Linda.

"Yeah, it's fixed. My Bonnie's a good fighter, he'll be fine," You informed Ada, who nodded as she got up onto the counter.

"Right, you said you have some news?" She questioned Polly, who grabbed some makeup out of her bag.

"Lizzie has some news." Polly replied, making you look at the ebony haired woman next to you.

"Polly!" Lizzie said, turning around, clearly not wanting to be put on the spot.

"Well tell her. Now!" Polly demanded, uncapping her perfume, "While the men are screaming for blood."

Lizzie sighed and looked away from the older woman.

"Have a swig. You're gonna need it," Polly advised Ada as she handed Ada the bottle of gin.

You wiggled on the spot, feeling like you were intruding on a family moment. Lizzie, sending your discomfort, leaned over and put a hand on your knee, giving you a look that told you that you were fine.

You nodded, then she stood back up and looked in the mirror.

"I'm up the duff," Lizzie announced, "And it's Tommy's."

You watched as Polly lit a cigarette, taking a long drag.

Ada gulped down the gin and handed the bottle back to Polly, "How far gone are you?"

"If I were going to London I'd be in Coventry." Lizzie informed Ada, making you giggle.

"And are you carrying on past Coventry?" Ada questioned, gripping the bench.

"All the way to fucking Piccadilly Circus." Lizzie replied, bringing her smoke back up to have a puff.

"You found out whether she's having a boy or a girl, Poll?" Ada asked, looking over at her aunt.

"No." Polly answered, taking a big swig of the gin.

"Go on then," Ada urged, hopping off the counter as Polly approached Lizzie.

"(Y/N) had a dream about it. Let's see if she's right," Lizzie added, looking at you with a small grin on her crimson painted lips.

You reached over and grabbed the gin off of Polly as she started feeling Lizzie's breast, making you all chuckle. You uncapped the bottle and took your own swig, feeling the liquor burn your throat. Lizzie continued giggling, Polly now using two hands.

"It's a girl," Polly spoke, making you clap.

Ada turned around in the mirror to look at Lizzie, happiness clear on her face.

"Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie." Polly informed Lizzie, looking at her.

"(Y/N) said all of that, she said she had a dream about it." Lizzie stated, making Polly look at you.

"Her father's mother had second sight. Maybe she inherited it too." Polly mused.

"I was right!" You cheered, holding the bottle of gin up then taking another swig.

"Congratulations." Ada said after crossing the room, pulling Lizzie into a hug.

Lizzie kissed Polly's cheek and hugged the shorter girl, smiling as she did so. The door opened, and in walked Linda. You grimaced, and took another swig. Polly gestured for you to jump off the bench and join the group, and you did so, ending up between Polly and Lizzie, the pair's arms over your shoulders, and your gloved hands on theirs.

"Hey, Linda." Polly greeted, cigarette in hand, "Welcome to the extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby ladies club."

You all giggled at Polly's words, looking between yourselves. Linda paid you all no mind as she looked at her back in the mirror.

"Is there spit on my back?" Linda questioned, "There were men out there spitting, it's fucking disgusting."

"No, there's no spit on your back," Polly sighed as she walked away from your side, over to Linda, "Don't let us stop you doing what you came in to do."

You stayed by Lizzie, who still had her arm slung around your shoulder.

Linda looked up, momentarily stopping hitting the little blue bottle on the bench, "What? It's helped me get through the fucking nightmare of being stuck in this city."

"Well, since you're here and you're almost family, Lizzie's got some news." Polly said, watching Linda as she lined up the white powder.

"I'm pregnant." Lizzie announced proudly, her smile audible.

"Oh? And who's the father, have you managed to narrow it down?" Linda snarked, making you frown as she rolled up a bill and snorted the line.

"Shut the fuck up and snort your lines before I break a mirror and cut you with the glass, you sanctimonious snow snorting slut!" You barked at the blonde woman, making her pale.

Polly's eyebrows flew up. She fully expected you to slap Linda silly.

Lizzie squeezed your shoulder, a sign to stop, "Yes. It's Tommy."

"Congratulations!" Linda said, not sounding very congratulatory, "You've won the raffle at last."

"Yeah, she's a real Shelby lady now, Linda." Polly stated, wiping the excess snow from under Linda's nose, "Just like you."

"I suspect that you're a better woman than her." You spat quietly, and heard Lizzie going to laugh but covering it with a cough.

"Right ladies, let's rejoin our gentlemen." Polly said, gathering her stuff.

"And remember Linda, if they spit, just spit back." Polly told her, making Lizzie roll her eyes at the thought of Linda even trying to spit on someone.

"I spat back." You announced proudly, Polly looking at you, then nodding.

"She gollied right in his fucking eyes, maybe you can learn something from her." Ada muttered, her heels clacking against the floor as you all walked back out to the ring.

§§§

I love the Shelby Ladies club fr

Also would anyone like to be a beta reader lol I need a new one I'm begging pls

Love y'all ❤️

- Sunflower x

NEXT PART

Part 17

#finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby x y/n #finn shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #arthur shelby #finn shelby fanfic #x reader #tommy shelby

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Thoughts SPN 07x03

The Girl Next Door

“Cas is too iconic. He can’t be dead forever.”

So true, bestie.

“Dean would have been pinned better for putting the bone back”

“Oof” to Dean’s broken leg

“Dean needs to go faster.”

“This title card isn’t my favorite. It’s a little bland compared to the others”

“Is he watching anime porn again? Oh, it’s a telenovela”

“No, Sam’s not ok. What a fucking idiot”

“Except for the part that he’s seeing shit” when Dean tells Sam to get food

“Sam is going to see shit while he’s at the gas station”

“That’s pretty cool. I wonder how they figured out the credit card names”

“This can’t be good” Sam leaving

“Nice” when the drug dealer got taken down

“Is Lars Ulrich one of Dean’s fake names, or is it an anagram for something?”

“It’s oddly specific that a monster needs to eat the pituitary glands”

“It’s not an easy question to answer” when Sam asks Dean how to talk to girls

“That was lame” when the girl says she’s not supposed to talk to boys

“It’s that chick! Kylie from that one show with the star ships and shit.”

“Were those brains in the fridge?”

“Dean is going to kick Sam’s ass once he finds him”

“Sam’s always in bed with monsters. Ruby, this bitch.”

“Sam’s always been dim. He’s not running fast, and he didn’t store his knife correctly. Again, with the dimness”

“Nice” when Dean punched Sam

Laughed at you’re a poster boy for mental health 

“I let her go, because I’m an idiot” impression of Sam

I think Spouse has eldest sibling syndrome with the way he bitches about Sam so much.

“Am I supposed to take life lessons from you, Sam?”

“That’s funny” when Dean said he needed more candy (medicine)

I wish Dean hadn’t killed Amy. 

“Why can’t Dean kill the kid? I guess he doesn’t kill kids”

#beautifulspousewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s7 #supernatural rewatch

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Yknow wHAT. If we're doing cute Eid headcanons I'm here for it.

Here me out. Since Damian Wayne was raised in like...Middle Eastern-ish culture, I feel like, even if it's not like...the BIGGEST part of his identity, he still likes to celebrate some holidays. Just because maybe it reminds him a bit of home? (Lets just pretend the League of Assassins wasn't here ok we're only here for the fluff) So he 1000000% spends like..the two days ish before Eid in kitchen with Alfred, teaching him how to make simple traditional foods. Like...baklava, or...or kunafa, or logma, or I can go on fOREVER

but I just...I like the cute idea of Damian wanting to share a little bit of the culture he grew up with with his new family. And they are mORE than happy to help out with it.

Oh god I think I might be crying anyway :)) thats what I've got

omg omg omg lil edgelord damian discreetly coming up to alfred asking if he knows how to make baklava

alfred goes "i... can look it up for you?" and damian goes "no need, let me show you how" and they spend the afternoon in the kitchen making it

and then dick comes in like "whoa what's all this?" and damian at first dismisses him but then offers him the finished product anyway. and damian may end up confessing that he used to do this back home with his mom around eid and going door-to-door around the neighborhood (it's amazing how sugar crash affects this kid, dick muses, it's like giving a grownup some tequila!).

so then dick reads up on eid traditions online and comes up with a plan.

morning of, damian is woken up by takbeer chants all over the house. specifically from his siblings' rooms. it's deafening and confusing and he's pounding the door closest to his room. duke opens the door, still in his pajamas, goes "hey man, happy eid!" and gives him a box of chocolates and goes "bye!" shutting the door on him. the music is turned down from behind the door.

what the fuck? he knocks at tim's door next who gives him a small envelope and says "don't spend it all in one place!" there's $5 inside.

steph answers the door wearing a nice dress, although her hair is still dripping from the shower and she still looks dead tired from patrol. she gives him an eid greeting card with a $20 gift card to starbucks tucked in the envelope. it's the thought that counts, he supposes.

even jason is at home and blaring it all full volume, although he has a headphone slung around his neck when he opens the door. he tosses damian a snicker bar and goes "don't eat it for breakfast, ya weirdo." damian scowls, he's now going to. "but i won't tell bruce if you do today," he ruffles the youngest wayne's already messy hair and shoves him away, closing the door shut.

dick is the last. and the worst. he doesn't answer, even after damian's fist pounding at the door. "I KNOW THIS WAS YOUR IDEA, GRAYSON!!!" still nothing. he turns the doorknob--it's not even locked. inside, his eldest brother has his suit peeled off the top part of his body, hanging by his hips, absolutely vibing to the thumping drums and repeated chants. "you know what? this actually slaps!" "these are prayers, you heathen, you're being disgraceful." "oof sorry." he immediately turns it down and looks at damian expectantly, as if waiting for his approval--or thanks. "why would you put everyone up to this?!" "hey man if you don't want free money or candy, i'll take it off of your hands" but damian holds it close to his chest possessively. it's times like these that dick is reminded that damian, the devil's spawn he might be, is a kid. so dick shoots finger guns, "you're welcome kid", and walks backwards out of his room.

damian runs into bruce on his way back to his room. "i see your siblings have gotten you a little eid gifts?" and he groans. "if you're gonna give me gifts, i hope you at least have the decency to wrap it properly, father. unlike these philistines..." he glances down at the pile he's balancing in his arm. "i actually wasn't sure if you'd like gifts, so... i'll just see you downstairs for breakfast?" damian's not sure why his heart drops a little, but he just murmurs "okay" and goes back into his room. the takbeer is faint now.

but he goes downstairs into the dining room, and there it is, all laid out on the table. all the eid dishes from home, from another lifetime. and the people from this lifetime gathered around it, munching and chatting away like it's another ordinary meal. he catches bruce's eyes and nods a little at his father. nobody spots it, but he sees a ghost of a smile behind his father's coffee cup. and damian finds himself smiling a little bit, too.

#damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfam #batdad #well this became a thing #idk if any of these are ooc im sorry #ava writes #4.5k eid sleepover #wayne family adventures

[supernaturalgirl20]

This Love (part two)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, cursing, fluff, fighting.

Summary: Months after admitting your feelings for each other, your relationship with Frankie is stronger than ever. Helena makes a decision that could tear it all down. All good things must come to an end. Right?!

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You grab the sheet tightly in your hand, a moan escaping your swollen lips.

“Oh god….baby don’t stop…just like that.”

You move your hand to grab at his hair, tugging it harder as you near your release. Almost. Almost. Suddenly his mouth is off you and you sigh in frustration.

“Frankie, baby, I was almost there. Why did you stop. You can’t just wake me up like that and then leave me all wound up.”

He laughs, kissing his way up your thigh, over your stomach and finally meeting your lips in a searing kiss. He grabs his thick cock and strokes himself twice before lining up at your core. In one swift motion he is buried to the hilt inside you, filling you completely. You let out a loud moan.

“Shhhh baby, you gotta be quiet, don’t want to wake Sophia.”

It’s slow, almost lazy and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his thick member. God you love sleepy morning sex with Frankie.

“Didn’t……thrust….let….thrust….you come….before….wanted…ugh….come on…fuck…my cock.”

“Oh god Frankie….harder…please…..too slow.”

With that Frankie began pounding into you over and over. Hitting that sweet spot inside you every time. Your whole body was in ecstasy as you came loudly soaking his cock. With one final grunt Frankie spilled himself into you. He slowly pulled out and went to the en-suite to get a cloth and cleaned you up. Getting back into bed he lays down and pulls you into him.

“God I fucking love you baby.”

“I love you to.” You snuggle into his side.

“So what are the plans today?” He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

“Well Santi is having that barbecue tonight, show off his new girl.”

“Damn forgot about that. Do we have to go?” He says snuggling closer

“Yes, or Santi will come over rip you a new one.”

There is a knock at your door before Sophia comes barrelling in. Jumping on the bed, she leaps on top of Frankie.

“Oof, bebita you gotta go easy, daddy is getting old now” he says tickling her. Once he releases her she crawls over to you.

“Morning baby, have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, am I staying with my abuala today?”

“Yeah baby and your going to stay for a sleepover, is that ok?”

“Yeaah” she hops down and rushes out of the room.

You turn to look at Frankie to find he already has his eyes on you, a look of adoration on his face.

“What?”

“Your just….so good with her, you’ve always been an amazing mother to her, it gets me thinking.”

“Oh no, don’t hurt yourself”, you say laughing.

“Oh you’ve done it now,” he says moving on top of you tickling you.

“Stop…..Frankie please….I can’t take it.” He stops and just stares down at you.

“Let’s have a baby!” Your shocked, having not expected this conversation today.

“Before you say anything, I’ve wanted this with you since that night at the bar. Your amazing with Sophia and she isn’t even yours, you would be an amazing mom. Imagine a mini me or you and Sophia would be the best if sister.” He was rambling now and you decided to put a stop to this, so you kissed him.

“Frankie…”

“It’s ok…we can talk about it again further down the line..” He goes to move off of you but you pull him back. You place your hands either side of his head, looking him deep in the eyes “is this what you really want?”

“Yes, I want it all with you baby.”

“Ok.”

“Ok? As in we’re going to have a baby ok?

“Yes Frankie we can try for a baby.” He plants kisses all over your face, “I love you, your going to be a hot mama, all swollen with my baby inside you.”

“Ok slow down there cowboy, our eldest is awake now and could walk in any minute.”

“Tonight,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at you. He’s dressed and out the door to Sophia before you know it. Lying back on the bed you run your hand down to your stomach, imagining what it will be like carrying Frankie’s baby. You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face.

****

Arriving at Santi’s that evening, Frankie is beaming, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hermano, glad you could make it, and Y/N, looking stunning as always.” He goes to kiss your cheek but Frankie stops him, “eh no funny stuff, hijo de puta.” They both laugh and hug each other.

“So where is this girl Pope? Or is she all in your head.”

“Nah, she’ll be here soon you’ll see.”

Walking towards the backyard, you spot the Miller brothers arguing over the bbq.

“You got to put it on like this..”

“Hey I know how to cook, back off benny.” Laughing at their antics you walk towards your sister.

“Hey, someone seems extra cheerful tonight”, she says nodding towards Frankie.

“Is he, I hadn’t noticed.” Smiling into your beer.

“You gave him a blowjob on the way over here?”

“He wishes, no we had a chat this morning about the future.”

“Omg…aah, he proposed, I knew it, wait until I tell Will.”

“What that’s not what…”

“Benny owes me 100 .”

“Wait what? You guys bet on this?”

“Ugh…yeah. Come on it’s you and Frankie, I bet he had the ring picked out years ago.”

“Oook, well as much as I would love to be engaged to Frankie, that’s not it.”

“Oh! Well what has him smiling like the cat that got the cream.”

“We’re going to try for a baby.”

“Aaahhhh, I’m going to be an auntie.”

“Keep it down, I’m not pregnant yet.”

Frankie makes his way over to you both, sits down beside you and pulls you into him.

“Hey Jen, how was Mexico?”

“Oh it was amazing, and the food, ugh, I’ve book it again for next year.”

****

Pope’s girl as it turned out, was Yovanna from that job in Colombia. It was a little tense at first but the guys warmed up. As the night was drawing to a close there was a knock at the door. Pope went to answer it and when he came back Frankie went stiff beside you. You turn to him and his face, it was like he saw a ghost. You follow his gaze to see Helena standing in the door to the patio.

“Helena what are you doing here?”

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but I’m here to see Francisco.” If looks could kill she would be dead from the looks Jen was given her. You move your hand to Frankie thigh and give him a reassuring squeeze. He looks to you and his face softens.

“I gotta go talk to her baby, I owe her that much.”

“You owe her nothing Frankie.”

“Maybe not but I owe it to Sophia, she is still her mother.” Frankie stands and makes his way towards her.

Pope comes to sit beside you, “hermosa are you ok?”

“What if she wants him back Santi? I can’t lose him or Sophia, it would break me.”

“Hey, now you know Fish is smitten with you, your the love of his life, she may be Sophia’s biological mother but your her mom.” You curl into him trying not to cry.

Suddenly raised voices can be heard from inside. Pope turns to you, “hermosa I think you should go in there.”

You leave the group and make your way to Frankie and the closer you get you can make out what’s being said.

“Oh so your going to let that whore raise my daughter, I don’t think so.”

“No. You do not call her that, Y/N is not a whore, that women is my everything and she’s more a mother to Sophia than you will ever be. You abandoned us, don’t forget that, because I never will. If you want to start seeing Sophia, we can discuss it with a lawyer but don’t think for one second that there will ever be anything between you and me, because there won’t. I’ve moved on, I’m happy, I am going to marry Y/N and we are going to build a home together.”

“Oh come on, Francisco…..baby, your telling me you don’t want a piece of this anymore, you don’t want to fuck me again.” Having heard enough you open the door and Frankie pushes Helena off of him. He comes to stand beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Get out Helena, your embarrassing yourself.”

“Fuck you Francisco, this isn’t over.” With that she storm out, slamming he door behind her.

“Baby are you ok?” Frankie turns to you and pulls you into a kiss.

“Yeah baby, I’m fine, I love you.”

“I love you too. She can’t take Sophia away, what are we going to do?”

“Hey , look at me baby, I’m not going to let that happen ok. It’s me, you and Sophia against the world, always.”

“And maybe one more?” You stare at him lovingly and move his hand down towards your stomach.

“Well then we better get working on that then,” he says peppering kisses all over your face.

“Actually..” He pulls back and looks at you expectantly

“Are you…are we…”

“Yeah, we’re about to become a family of four”. Frankie lifts you up and spins you around. “You have just made this old man very happy. I love you, both of you, he says placing his hand back on your stomach.

“Wait until we tell Sophia .”

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[walkerwords]

“Hold On” Rick Grimes & Daughter!Reader

GIF CREDIT: http://gph.is/2yDy2U6

Request from @joelsheartache:  I'd like to request a Rick x daughter!reader. The reader it shot instead of Olivia, but instead of a head shot it's in her abdomen but the shot is still fatal. Rick tries to stop the blood flow and says things along the lines of "You're gonna be okay, baby girl! You just have to focus on me! No, no, y/n, keep your eyes open!" You can decide if she lives or not! This may not be the best request, but I really liked the idea!

Word Count: 3635

Warning: Major Angst

Song I Wrote To: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet

Note: Oof this was a request that I was both excited and stressed to write. I hope you like it

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When you discovered your brother was missing, you knew exactly where he had gone. 

You knew Carl wanted to kill Negan and you knew that he had been becoming more reckless since everything had happened at Terminus. Then, when Negan had killed Glenn and Abraham in front of him, Michonne had told you that something had shifted in your younger brother’s eyes.

You hadn’t been there when the Saviors had taken your people and killed your friends, but when they had returned and your father, Rick, came to find you, he hadn’t hesitated to take you in his arms and make sure that you were still there, that you were still alive. 

You were his eldest and whenever he wasn’t home, you were the one who wanted to look after your little sister. However, seeing how broken they all looked, a part of you wished you would have been there. Maybe you would have been able to stop Negan or at least stop him from taking Daryl. 

Living with Negan’s boot on your necks was horrible. Every day you woke up and you didn’t know what was going to happen. While you were used to that due to the new world, this was a new kind of danger and one your father was determined to keep you and your siblings from. 

That is until Carl decided to go all lone-wolf and test your patience.

The next time you saw your brother he was being led back through Alexandria by Negan himself. You were helping Gabriel in the pantry when they had arrived. Rage entered your chest as you saw the murderer walking alongside Carl, but when you saw where they were headed, that was when you nearly ran after them. However, Gabriel had grabbed your arm, shaking his head. 

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Remember what Rick said. Carl won’t let him hurt her and I don’t believe Negan would harm a child.” 

“He threatened to make my dad cut off his own son’s arm, Father,” you spat, staring after them. 

“But he didn’t and I don’t know what happened with Carl, but he is still alive and looks unharmed. We have to trust that he will be safe.” You pushed away from him.

“Nobody is safe anymore,” you had told him, “and if he touches a hair on Judith’s head, I’m going to kill him.” 

The rule that your dad had given you was simple: don’t let people know you were his daughter. At least, not his enemies’. You looked more like your grandparents than your parents and your Uncle Shane had once said that you could pass for Lori’s sister rather than her daughter which had come in handy at times.

Especially when Gareth hadn’t targeted you when he had attacked the church and so you were able to get a jump on him before your father had brought the machete down. 

You kept out of Negan’s way for as long as possible until the moment arrived when Spencer Monroe decided to make an appearance. You never liked Spencer, nobody in your family did. He was proud, arrogant, and he had been stuck in Alexandria for way too long. He was a child trying to be a man and you were done with his high and mighty attitude. 

When the moron had invited Negan to drink and play pool out in the street, that was when you had finally approached him and the others. Your brother was standing on the porch next to Olivia when you walked over. His eyes met yours and he shook his head, but you ignored him, planting yourself on the grass below him, crossing your arms. 

You watched as Spencer tried to convince Negan to work alongside him instead of your father and you had to keep reminding yourself to stay calm. Rick and Aaron were on their way back. It was only a matter of time before they came home. You knew that was what Negan was waiting for, the opportunity to rub it in your dad’s face that Carl had been returned safely. 

As you thought about all the ways you could potentially slit Negan’s throat, a cry of alarm brought you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Spencer hunched over and in Negan’s hand was a blade dripping in blood. He was smiling as Spencer’s guts spilled from his abdomen. Monroe collapsed to the ground as his intestines slipped through his fingers.

Negan went to make some kind of speech when Rosita pulled a gun from the back of her pants. You barely had a second to stop her before she aimed and fired at Negan. You froze, waiting for his body to drop, but the bullet had hit his bat instead. 

“Shit! What the shit!” Negan bellowed as Rosita looked at him in utter shock. The next second, one of Negan’s lieutenants slammed Rosita into the pavement, holding her down by her throat. “Shit! You just‒ You tried to kill me!? You shot Lucille!” he screamed. Rosita sneered at him from the ground. 

“She got in the way,” she growled. Negan, fuming, turned Lucille to observe the slug that now marred her smooth surface.

“What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin', but you showed some real ingenuity here,” Negan spat and then gestured to the woman that held your friend down. “Arat, move that knife up on that girl's face.” Rosita squirmed under Arat, but held her tongue. “Lucille's beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?! Unless... Unless you tell me who made this.”

“It was me!” Rosita yelled from the ground. “I made it.”

“You see, now I just think you're lying. And you lying to me now? Such a shame. Arat's gonna have to cut up that pretty face,” Arat pressed the knife against Rosita’s cheek. “One more try.” Rosita remained silent.

“Oh! You are such a badass! Fine. Have it your way. Arat…, Negan paused as he lazily looked around the group that had gathered. “Kill somebody,” he finished and Rosita yelled, trying to shove Arat off of her. 

“No. It was me!” she tried again, but it was too late. In a single move, Arat spun on her knee, pulled her gun, and squeezed the trigger.

The next thing you heard wasn’t the gunshot, but the sound of your younger brother screaming as heat rushed into your abdomen.

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“No!” Carl screamed and Olivia watched in horror as you collapsed to the ground. 

Carl vaulted over the railing and slid to your side. “Oh god,” he said, trying to figure out where to put his hands, but there was already too much blood. You stared up at him, trying to figure why he looked so stressed, and when you looked down at yourself and saw the blood, the wound, terror entered your mind.

Not like this. 

From down the road came two people, running as fast as they could. Rick nearly dragged Aaron who looked to be beaten. When Rick had gotten to the group, both Tobin and Eugene tried to stop him.

“Rick, stop!” Gabriel said, trying to hide you from view. Rick pushed against the men that held him, handing Aaron over to Tara and Scott. When Gabriel tried to stop him again, Rick shoved him out of the way. 

And then, he saw you. 

It was like Lori all over again. He walked forward before his knees gave out and Tobin had to catch him again. Carl looked up at his father, tears already flowing from his left eye. “No!” Rick cried, agony soaking his voice. 

“Damn!” Negan said, “someone was popular.” 

“She’s Rick’s daughter!” Rosita snapped at Negan, getting her voice back as the cut on her face bled. Lucille went from his shoulder to down by his side in a single movement at her words and then Negan took a step back, his face full of shock. 

Rick nearly crawled to you, forcing himself to be by your side. His eyes widened as he took in your condition. You knew what he was seeing, there was too much blood. There wasn’t anything anyone could do. Rick was shaking as he knelt in the grass.  “No, no, no, dammit, please (Y/N), not like this, sweetheart,” Rick pleaded. 

“(Y/N),” Carl choked out, trying to get you to look at him. 

“No, I promised her,” Rick cried. “I promised Lori I would keep you safe! All three of you, I was supposed to protect all three of you…” Weak, you reached for your dad, sliding your hand up his face to feel the stubble that you loved so much. Blood smeared along his cheek as you tried to memorize the feel.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. 

“She’s only seventeen!” Gabriel hollered, turning his attention to Negan. You were only a year and a half older than Carl and while the two of you had grown up together, you had always felt responsible for him and now as you began to not feel the pain, all you could think of was how you didn’t want to leave him. 

“Dammit, Arat! What the fuck!” Negan yelled, approaching her. 

“You said to kill someone,” Arat argued, but Negan wasn’t hearing it. He grabbed her by her arm and hauled her up. 

“Not a fucking kid,” Negan snarled and then he threw her to his men. “Take her back to the Sanctuary. I’ll deal with her later.” As Saviors took care of their comrade, Negan turned back to you and your family.

Your father was leaning over you, brushing the hair from your face. Lifting your hand towards your brother, you ran it along the side of his face. Carl leaned into your touch, his best friend. You tried to wipe the tears that flowed down his cheek, but you could barely keep your arm up.

“You’re gonna be okay,” your dad said, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your hand, but you were shaking your head. 

“No, I’m not,” you said with a weak cough. “I’m so sorry dad,” you told him, tears falling from your own eyes. “I promised not... to go… near him.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Rick said. “Don’t apologize.” You began to cry more as the coldness seeped into your limbs. 

“Dad,” you whispered, “daddy, don’t let me...don’t let me turn.” Rick’s eyes closed as his sobs took over him. “Promise me,” you finished. 

“I promise, but you have to keep your eyes open for me. Don’t give up...” Rick pleaded and then you looked at your brother, your breathing labored as you mustered up the strength to look him in the eye. 

“Tell Judith...Carl, you need to tell her…” you tried to finish, but Carl was already nodding. 

“I will, (Y/N/N), I’ll tell her,” Carl promised.

“I love you both so much,” you said. “Michonne and Carol too and...Greene,” you said, not wanting to say Maggie’s name, not even then. “Tell them please.”

“We will,” Rick promised. “I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Carl cried. “I’m sorry I snuck out to go there.” You shook your head, silently begging him to not blame himself. “I love you.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you nodded quickly.

You didn’t try to stop the tears now as they came at full force. You had thought about dying since the beginning of the outbreak. It was hard not too. You had seen so much death already, but you never imagined this is how you would meet your end. 

With a deep breath, you turned your eyes to Negan, the only person who would be able to deliver your final message. Negan looked at you, bleeding and broken and he wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

“You,” you said hoarsely, “you need to tell Daryl that I meant it. Tell him I meant it. He’ll know,” you said and then with a cough, blood sprayed from your lips. As you stared up at the sky, your father turned his eyes to his enemy and they were as empty as he felt. 

Negan’s eyes went from your father’s face to the hatchet at Rick’s hip. His hand curled around the handle, red entering those bright blue eyes of his. Negan looked as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Grimes leaning over his dying child had shut him up immediately. 

Your father and brother held onto you as you lay in the grass of the front yard. There had been times that you thought you were going to die. The first time was when the farm was overrun, the second was when a Walker had nearly killed you while you were out on a run with Daryl at the prison, and the last time had been at Terminus. 

You thought you would be ready, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to die and you just knew that your father would stop at nothing to avenge your death and that was something that you dreaded, but you also knew nothing would stop him. Not Michonne, not Carl, and not even himself. 

Your grip loosened on your father and brother as you grew more tired. You didn’t know what would be on the other side. Perhaps there wasn’t anything anymore, but there was one person you were hoping to see and that was your mother. 

All you wanted was your mom. 

As darkness filled your vision, you imagined Lori reaching her hand toward you and with a small smile, you took your final breath. 

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Tara was the first one to crumble. 

“(Y/N)!” she cried as Eugene caught hold of her, keeping her upright. Your best friend tried to get to you, but Porter made sure to keep her steady and in his arms. Rosita cried on the ground, guilt wracking her body as Gabriel stood by, saying a silent prayer for you. Carl stared down at you, your vacant eyes pointed at the heavens. He gently reached over and closed them, brushing his hand across your face. 

“Rick,” Negan tried, but Grimes was frozen in shock. Instead, Carl was the one to answer the killer before him. Carl stood and slowly faced Negan, creating a barrier between you and the enemy. 

“You killed my sister,” Carl said, tilting his head that was very much his father. Negan tried to speak, but Carl shook his head.  “Get out, Negan,” Carl said between his teeth, his hand reaching for a gun that wasn’t there, “before I do kill you and trust me I’ll do it with my bare hands.”

The look on the teen’s face told him everything he needed to know, but before Negan could react, Michonne came running down the street, her katana swinging behind her back. 

Everyone stepped aside as she ran towards you and her family. When she saw your body, Michonne’s eyes widened and then she ran to your side. “Oh, my girl,” Michonne said, gently, laying her shaking hand over your heart tears springing up behind her dark eyes.

Rick didn’t say anything as he reached over and took Michonne’s other hand, something he never did in front of outsiders. Michonne turned to the man she loved and pressed a kiss to his head as he leaned into her. 

Then, because he knew that there wasn’t an infinite amount of time, Rick drew his knife, turning it over in his hand. Michonne lowered the blade, not wanting him to do it. He didn’t need to be the one to do it. Instead, Aaron staggered forward and opened his palm, ready to take the burden from the Grimes’ family just as they would do for him. 

Michonne passed the knife to their friend as he kneeled down and turned your head to the side. Michonne buried her head into Rick’s shoulder as Aaron severed your brainstem and shoved the blade into your skull, placing you at rest for a final time. 

Carl continued to act as a barrier between you and the Saviors, allowing your father and the woman who had become like a mother to you, say goodbye. Carl, who was still crying, never wavered. 

“We’re leaving,” Negan announced and slowly the Saviors turned on their heels and walked back down the road, but not before Negan plunged his knife into Spencer’s skull, finishing him as he had begun moving once again. 

Scott, Tobin, and a grief-stricken Tara followed the Saviors out of Alexandria, slamming the gate behind them. In the distance, Tara could hear the wails of Rick, Carl, and Michonne as they cried for their daughter and sister who was stolen from them.

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It was well into the evening when you and Spencer were buried. 

It was agreed that Spencer would be buried next to Deanna and you, next to the flower bed. A part of Rick wished he could have taken your body to Hilltop to bury you with Glenn, but he knew he had to keep Maggie safe and not draw attention to the other community. 

Rosita had taken a car with Eugene to inform Maggie, Sasha, and Jesus of what had happened to you. Rick knew how much Maggie loved you and he dreaded to know how she reacted to the news. 

In the light of the moon, Carl, Michonne, and Rick knelt at your grave. Judith sat nearby, unaware that her sister was now gone forever. In her small hands was a bracelet that you had always worn, one she liked to play with. Carl had given it to her just before Gabriel had helped lower you into the ground. 

It was silent before commotion drew the Grimes’ family out of their thoughts. From behind a house, Tara appeared, out of breath with wide eyes.

“What is it?” Michonne asked, but Tara was just shaking her head. Rick and Michonne glanced at each other before getting to their feet and following Tara who was gesturing them to follow her. 

Carl stayed with Judith while Rick and Michonne made their way to the gate. What they saw, or rather, who, had Rick running at top speed. Leaning against Eric, bloody and beaten, but alive, was Daryl.

Rick ran to him, halting right before he plowed into the archer. Daryl squeezed Eric’s arm and promised him that he was good. Eric nodded and then left the brothers alone. “Daryl?” Rick asked, completely in shock. 

“Son of a bitch let me go,” Daryl explained, shaking his dirty hair out of his face. “Just walked into my cell, dragged me out, threw me in a truck, and dropped me a half mile that way,” he said, pointing over his shoulder.

Rick was trying to understand Negan’s reasoning, but all he could think about was the fact that Daryl was home and no longer in his enemies clutches. “He lyin’ about (Y/N)?” Daryl asked and Rick shook his head. 

Daryl didn’t hesitate any longer. He walked forward and took his brother into his arms. Rick collapsed against him, careful of his injuries. He clutched at Daryl’s back as the latter shook from emotion as well.

Daryl remembered when he had first met you. You were strong for a kid who had just seen the world burn and he liked you immediately. Then, you had met Beth on the farm and the two of you had been inseparable. He remembered how broken you were after her death and how you worked to overcome it, getting closer to Tara and your brother. 

He couldn’t even begin to imagine you lying in the ground, still and cold. Michonne approached Daryl next and kissed him on the cheek as he held her, feeling her grief as well. The three warriors leaned on each other as they felt your loss and then, eventually, Daryl needed to see you.

-----

Michonne and Carl gave Daryl and Rick a moment by your grave. There was a simple marker and the necklace you always wore, a gift from Shane, was looped around the top of the cross for now. Rick was planning on giving it to Judith when she was older. 

“What did she mean?” Rick said, breaking the silence. “(Y/N), she told Negan to tell you that ‘she meant it’. What did she mean?” Daryl sighed, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. 

“She once told me that she wanted me to fight,” Daryl explained. “It was after Beth and I told her about my old man.” Rick nodded, knowing the story of Will Dixon and what the bastard had done to Daryl as well as Merle. “I was doubtin’ myself, I didn’t think I could protect anyone again after I lost her. She believed I was a better man than my dad. I guess she really meant it.” 

Daryl chewed on his thumb as he looked at the grave, willing himself not to cry. “She was about to be eighteen,” Rick said. 

“Born in the winter, right?” Daryl remembered and Rick nodded. “Yeah, Lori mentioned that once.” 

“I’m gonna kill him,” Rick said after a moment, his eyes on the night sky. 

“No more waitin’, man,” Daryl said. “We gotta fight and we gotta fight for her just as she was willin’ to fight for Glenn, Abraham, Beth, and every other damn person we’ve lost.”

Rick nodded and then Daryl offered his hand to his best friend. Rick gripped it tight. He made a silent promise to you then just as he had to Lori as she died, he wasn’t going to let them win and he wasn’t going to let the world take any more of his family. 

“We kill them all,” said Rick, “and Negan is mine.” 

TAGS:  @thanossexual @yes-sir-hotchner  @felicisimor @amaroho

#twd imagine #angst #rick grimes x daughter!reader #reader insert #rick grimes imagine #carl grimes #negan #saviors #walkerwords #twd #the walking dead imagines #sad fic #sad imagine #The walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon

[go-ldy]

Riverdale 5x03

Man, I found this episode hard. There were some poignant moments, but there were also a lot of moments that were frustrating as hell. My emotions are mixed. But mainly sad. Hold me.

It really says a lot about this show that despite setting aside a whole episode dedicated mostly to character building and relationships rather than plot, it still felt like the show bit off more than it could chew. So much felt rushed including Bughead’s breakup.

anyway, the positives first:

Varchie were beautiful in this episode, and I am so happy for my Varchie mutuals for the care put into developing them and giving them this kind of send off (esp. considering the mess of 4x17 and 4x18). I loved how Archie’s flashback of his life over the last three years was just 90% about Veronica and how much she means to him. It especially contrasts to the BA “flashbacks” from 4x17 l o l. 

Archie spontaneously deciding to join the army and shipping out on an actual bus 24 hours later was so Archie and so Riverdale.  “Archie, there’s a war going on!” made me laugh out loud, IDK. 

Veronica, Betty, and Jughead chasing Archie down in the jalopy to say goodbye was a sheer delight.

Betty Cooper: FBI trainee, default law enforcement officer, yearbook editor, serial killer genes, daughter of the black hood, sister of notorious killer Charles Smith - ALSO class Valedictorian! (Can u still be class Valedictorian if you were once suspended for cheating on a Quiz Show? Riverdale High says ‘yes.’) Good for u, B. Coop.

yessssss at Hiram Lodge being forced to put Sheriff Keller back into a job to arrest those kids hiding out at Archie’s boxing studio (and Archie didn’t notice that these youth were squatting there for months ?????? lmao). I KNEW RIVERDALE DID NOT HAVE A SHERIFF THESE LAST FEW EPISODES. Truly the lawless hellhole we have come to know and love.

Jughead staying in the Andrews’ home while it was put on the market to be sold was hilarious to me. I know it was supposed to be sad - and it was - but ALSO, can you imagine perspective buyers coming into the house only to find that there is a homeless person camping out in there without furniture or electricity or heat? “Why is there a rolled up sleeping bag in the corner?”��“Is that a typewriter on the floor?” “Did I just step into an old can of soup?” JUGHEAD, MAN. They probably had to turn off the electricity and heat to save money because he was single-handedly keeping the house from selling.

It was very sad that Jughead was the only one who showed up at Pop’s a year later (and then sees a blonde girl come in and immediately his eyes light up because Betty before the disappointment o m g, murder me), but also a surprisingly relatable moment? I barely remember my own high school graduation, but I do remember that my high school friends felt like everything to me at the time, and I have since fallen out of touch with, uh, all of them. Life happens.

The stuff that was meh:

In theory, I am not opposed to the idea that Jellybean became the auteur/voyeur because she felt neglected and wanted attention, but it still feels like Jellybean is only about 25% of a character. Like, we heard a lot of other people (mostly FP and Jughead) tell us about JB’s motivations, but did JB have a single speaking line in this episode where she actually got to express to anyone what she was thinking and feeling? ugh. 

I don’t care about Falice, but ????? @ FP’s solution to fix JB. So... taking her back... to her drug dealing mother who did not even show up for her own son’s funeral.... is better than a child therapist? Fine. 

Nobody seemed to have any lingering reactions or trauma to Charles being a serial killer?? Like what. Is he even in jail? Or did Betty just let him go? This is actually quite inconvenient for me from a fic-writing perspective. Nobody is a better deux ex machina when Betty or Jughead need something in fic - just call their brother Charles who works for the FBI! I guess that’s done now.

I did feel for Alice, and Alice is not a character I usually feel for because she is the worst. But her husband and eldest son ended up being serial killers, Polly is in an insane asylum, the twins have disappeared from planet earth, and now FP is leaving her. Damn. That is a lot.

So did Choni breakup? It literally happened so fast with so little emotional fallout. Whatever, I don’t care about Choni.

The Beronica and Jarchie scenes were so rushed and forced. I just don’t get this storyline, y’all. What was the point of doing what they did with Betty and Archie in 4x17 and 4x18? Was it simply to break up our two main couples? Veronica and Jughead should have each had the time and space to be angry with their BFFs over what happened (because as crazy as this town is, it is still a massive betrayal) but instead they were both like: “NAH IT’S COOL SHIT HAPPENS LET’S HUG IT OUT.” It didn’t feel earned. I feel like RAS & Co. wanted the immediate drama of the ~kiss but also wanted to have this touching, Core 4 friendship moment before scattering them. What was the point. (I KNOW, I KNOW, ‘IT’S RIVERDALE’ but these characters matter to me ok and I want to understand where they are coming from.)

Bughead

This episode was... very hard. There were some cute moments, but the breakup felt so rushed and... empty? For the most part, we still have no idea where Betty’s head has been since 4x18. Presumably, she has been wracked by guilt, but terrified of telling Jughead the truth in case she ended up losing him (which, it turned out, was exactly what happened).

The scene in their bedroom where she tells him and they kiss desperately was a beautiful scene and the acting from both was oof. But I feel cheated that we did not actually get to see them talk about “us” as Jughead suggested. So did that conversation happen or not? And then to be told in a voiceover and montage that they grew apart in the space of about 45 seconds.... it was all very empty, and painful. I just.... :( :( :( 

I guess we are supposed to assume that Betty and Archie’s kiss created this chasm between them that they were unable to talk about or address head on. But it was so rushed, very “tell not show.”

anyway, this stupid show has made me sad. I AM SAD. My heart is :( @ the unspoken hurt between them that they won’t talk about for seven years. And this show is never going to address the hurt between them in a realistic or satisfying way because it is Riverdale. Usually I would immediately reach to fic to get out my feelings, but in this case, I feel more like hiding in my zombie AU then dealing with how sad this all is lol. Is that insane? That’s what Riverdale does to us. I take heart in the fact that I am not alone in my madness.

#riverdale #bughead #riverdale 5x03 #riverdale negativity #riverdale spoilers #riverdale episode reaction #riverdale thoughts: I have them

[sunspot-illustrations]

Gush about your fave characters pls!! <3

OK SO

You know I love Icecloud right?? I love her so much and I love thinking about how she interacted with the rest of her family and clan.

Icecloud and Foxleap were extremely close as kittens, like, Dovekit and Ivykit close or Squirrelkit and Leafkit close! When they became apprentices they didn't let being apart more get in the way of their relationship. They live each other a lot and balance each other out. Ferocious taught them to talk out their issues and never let any distance get between them (likely her learning from her own mistakes a little too late with Ashfur n Cloudtail) (also that moonkitti video of her stressing out about who was gonna change Mousefur's bedding when she graduated is canon, that happened)

Speaking of Cloudtail they're pretty close too! Since Whitewing was her mentor and Whitewing always finds time to spend with her parents, Icepaw got to reconnect with her mother's foster brother in a way her older sibling Birchtail never got too. She's also tried to reconnect with her older brothers as well but while Birchfall was willing to connect a little, Spiderleg didnt want to talk at all and ignored her and Foxleap's attempts. She tries not to hold it agaisnt him but she cant help but feel a little bitter towards him now.

Icecloud, to me anyways, feels like that really quiet chill friend who's been bottling up every emotional issue they've had for years cause they're the "good kid" and they dont wanna cause a scene. Icecloud wants everyone to be able to relax and be happy but she cant do it for herself until everyone else is first. Also she's older than fox by a few minutes so it Eldest Child Syndrome out the butt for her. Just like her gf Hollyleaf :)

I've also changed my LGBT HC for Icecloud! She's now a non-binary lesbian who uses She/They pronouns! None of Ferncloud's children are stright or cis~

I'm also love Thornclaw too?? He has....0 personality outside of what the erins need but the POTENTIAL FOR HIM. The 'least' accomplished sibling of Bracken Bright and Cinder? Watching both his sisters getting hurt and having had the opportunity to stop Brightpaw and Swiftpaw but didnt? Do you think he felt guilty about it?? Him being on patrols constantly looking out for dogs or other potential dangers, him just being a stright workaholic cause he can't bring himself to rest when he could've stopped his sister from getting mauled.

Speaking of which I HC him and Bright as the twins instead of him and Bracken. They've got matching white patches and floofy necks and blue eyes and everything. Also Thornkit was a mama's boy and he didnt want to leave Frostfur when they were being made apprentices and Brightkit didnt wanna leave him so they stayed in the nursery longer, together.

Also can we all agree he's asexual?? He never showed an interest in a mate or kits and that was fine and dandy! Thornclaw is a cool uncle to his nieces and nephews! He trained his niece Poppypaw! She can see right through his stoic facade and see the mushy "I would kill and die for my family" tom underneath and she loves her uncle! Even if he has the emotional range of a shallow puddle.

I could see thornclaw either being very superstitious or very logical and defiantly a little paranoid. After everything with Bluestar I just imagine he's...ever so uncomfortable with authority as well. Like, he trusts Firestar of course! But deep down he was just waiting for him to slip up one day and then the Po3 climax happened and he just...oof. Now he doesn't even trust the Leafpool of all people and all visits to the den are awkward as all hell now.

Pouncestep and Lightleap are so, SO, underutilized!! Give me Shadowsight's nosy, loving sisters!! Gimme Pouncestep who takes after Tigerheart coat wise but is an emotional carbon copy of dovewing! I want a Pounce who is an open book and emotional and wants her siblings to come to her when they're upset. NOSEY LIGHTLEAP getting into everyone's business cause she thinks she can help them out, especially her little brother whom she loves sooo much! Light and Pounce who know the borders are important but they wanna come with Mama to see auntie Ivy and their cousins! Pounce and Light who's arc is trying to get their mom and aunt to reconcile and reconnect so they have more kin to harass hang out with

Acknowledge the ThunderShadow Cousins Erins. Give me Thrift and Flip hanging out with Pounce and Light while their protagonist siblings go off doing...whatever it is they do. Give me Bristle and Shadow's siblings dog piling them so they can relax for 5 seconds good grief you guys. Also, completely off topic but i think Shadowsight should've been Shadowspire instead cause that has Spiresight's og name and it sounds cool as hell.

Ok i should probably stop there cause this is....a lot

#warrior cats #icecloud #i love her! #hollyice #raggy rambles #battle strategy #ask #asked and answered #lesbiandicegoblin #thornclaw #pouncestep #lightleap #so many cats #so long im so sorry #long post

[isabellitah]

🤍 HARGREEVES x SIBLING

Title : ...well then

Pairing : none but this focuses on your relationship with Ben 🤍

Warning : curse words and verbally abusive Reginald

they’re all young here- like, around the age wherein they stopped that bank robbery

no one knows why but their father suddenly started berating all of them for anything and everything under the sun

“Number One, how incompentent must you be to be unable to lead the Umbrella Academy?!”

“Number Two, are knives all you know- can you not speak properly?!”

“Number Three, your power is extraordinary yet incredibly useless as it seems you don’t know when to use them!”

“Number Four, stop being a coward and use your power for what it was meant to be!”

“Number Five, you are not ready to jump to the future. You do not understand the depth of time travelling!”

“Number Eight, if you can’t make something as simple as a water tornado on the pond, how do you expect to be good enough to stand with the others?!”

The worst one off was Ben...

“Number Six, stop looking down! Look straight ahead, have I instilled no manners in you?!”

“Use your powers, Number Six!”

“Stop being afraid of your powers. That fear is all in your head!”

“Don’t be so pathetic!”

And the insults went on and on and on. Every single one of the siblings (minus Vanya who was practicing the violin in her room) wanted to stand up for their brother but was too scared of their father.

They can all see Number Si- no, Ben retreating deeper and deeper into his insecurities and fears the more Reginald listed them out for the entire yard to hear.

Let’s make something clear here, no one’s seen Number Eight mad. Sure she threw a tantrum here and there but those were minor and easily fixed with candy. But the moment Reginald opened his mouth, “Were your siblings in danger and you’re their last hope, they’re as good as dead, Number Six!” and Ben’s whimper and choked sob echoed throughout the silent yard, Eightie spoke up, “Can I say a bad word?”

The sibling closest to her, Ben, was thrown off to say the least. Rubbing his slightly teary eyes with the back of his hand he asked, “I- uh... what?” His eyes darted between his youngest sister and their father. ‘What is she up to?’

“cAn I SAY A BAD WORD?!” your sudden increase in volume startled everyone including Reginald, who immediately regained his composure, but too late, Five saw him. Startled, Ben replied, “uhmm... oka-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!”

Although they were all born at the exact same time, Number Eight was sheltered compared to the rest of the siblings for the sole reason that her siblings did their best to protect her from their father’s wrath. What they never considered was protecting their father from their sister’s wrath.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth until a grin formed as he watched you torpedo pond water towards your father right at his abdomen. Said father was yelling something but couldn’t be heard as your torpedo blasted him some houses away until you all heard a distinct plop! and splash! carry out.

Luther was torn between helping their father and berating you.

Diego was smiling like a loon.

Allison looked shocked yet you can see the amusement in her eyes.

Five was smiling happily.

And Ben was hugging you while you were shocked because you have never ever before made something so big and powerful. And to think, your first successful water torpedo was tested on your father himself! Ha!

Klaus found himself very happy to be sober- at least he got to remember the day Reginald Hargreeves got dunked into a pool by a girl nearly half his size. Ah yes, if being sober was rewarded this handsomely, he’d be fine with being sober.

“... Well then.”

Everyone’s faces dropped. They forgot Pogo was there with them. Pogo seeing their tensed forms, shook his head and started the journey inside. Without looking back, he called for them, “I’d hurry inside before he comes back. Master Hargreeves probably won’t show himself for the remainder of the day. However, be prepared for harder training tomorrow. Especially you, Number Eight. Now that he knows what you’re capable of, he will exploit it.” and with that said, Pogo shut the door behind him.

All was silent until, “Best day ever. Thank you for that, Eightie. Never knew you were a spitfire.”

Confused on if you should take that as a compliment or insult, you turn to look at Klaus while still in Ben’s arms, “uhh, thank you?” You flashed him a smile that reminded him of sunshine and the feeling of being high- light.

You were in Ben’s room on his bed just cuddling into his side as he read a book. You were content just being glued to his side and hearing his calm heartbeat in the silence of the room.

“Thank you... for standing up for me,”

“You would’ve done it for me.”

Placing his book down, his thumb in between the pages to mark where he last stopped reading, he turned his head to you, “How are you so sure, Tee?”

“Because I trust you,”

Ben was shocked to say the least. You had that much trust in him? He knew you loved all your siblings. You say so everyday. They, including him, love you too. But to think you trust him that much?

Noticing his silence you continued, “and because we love one another. But if ever none of you are there to defend or protect me, that’s okay too. I’ll protect all of us to the best of my abilities. Y’know why, Ben?”

“...why, Tee?”

“Because we’re family.”

One of Ben’s worst insecurities popped up, “But... we’re not.”

You tilted your face upwards to look at him, confused, “What do you mean?” He looked away with a sad look in his eyes, “We’re not family... we’re all adopted by a billionaire because our mothers were bribed with money.”

You frowned for a while before looking back towards his door, gaining your initial position, “Family by bond is stronger than that of blood, Ben... And I don’t care what anyone says. You’re my family and I love you, okay? I’ll always be here for you, even when I’m not around, okay?”

Ben smiled softly at the ceiling of his room, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. Tears of happiness. Of relief. To hear it being said out loud and by someone else brought him such relief and it made him feel light. Like the weight of the world left him.

“Yeah, okay... I love you too, Eightie.”

You looked at him with an amused smirk, one all of your siblings seem to have, “I know.” and quickly looked at a random part of his room.

Ben smirked, placed his book on top of his bedside drawer, placed an arm behind his head, and stroked a hand through your hair.

And just like that, Ben’s insecurities slowly eased with your words and actions. While you, well you just discovered the strength of your power. And you’re currently having a nice nap.

Outside Ben’s door was Allison listening in with a smile, Diego with a disgusted look, and Luther with a contemplating look. Five was leaning against the wall looking at the three while Vanya was, again, with mom. And Klaus was... somewhere.

“Awww that was so-”

“D-disgusting.”

“Oh shut up, Diego-”

“N-no you sh-shut up-p, Nu-number O-”

“Don’t you dare call me Number One!”

“Wha-whatchu g-gonna do a-about it, huh?

“We-”

“Nu-number One. Number-er O-one. Numbe-”

“Shu-”

“Will you two quit it?! If Tee wakes up because of your incessant banter, I will drop you both in the middle of nowhere.”

Although intimidated, both brothers snorted at Five, “C-can you e-even carry Luther-er?”

“Yeah- hey!”

“What? I-it’s true.”

“Well-”

And just like that, Five jumped with the two leaving Allison outside Ben’s door, bewildered.

“Hey!”

“F-Five! Y-you can’t j-just leave us h-here!”

With a sarcastic smile, “watch me.” he left his two eldest brothers on the sidewalk a few houses away from their own.

Sighing, they both started the journey to their house. They should’ve known he’d go through with his threat- this wasn’t the first time he’s done this.

“Wait a minute,”

“W-what?”

“What’s incessant?”

“I don’t know?”

“Five mentioned our bantering was incessant, what does that mean?”

“In-interesting?”

“Hmm... Nah, doesn’t sound right.”

And so, on the way home, both brothers filled the silence between them by trying to guess the meaning of the word incessant.

Hearing a semi-soft argument happening near you caused you to wake up a tad disorientated. However, you didn’t move from your position as you were quite comfortable cuddling with Ben while his hand stroked your hair. Listening into the conversation, you deduced that Klaus was in the room wanting to join in the cuddling.

“Klaus, no.”

“But, Benny!”

“No 🤍”

“Oh come on-”

“No, Klaus, you cannot sleep on my b-”

“It’s fine, Be-”

“YAY” without hearing you finish your sentence, Klaus hopped onto the space behind you, right by the wall- squishing you between Ben and himself. He immediately turned to his side, wrapped his arms around your waist and shoved his face to the back of your neck.

“Oof” you were shocked by the speed of his actions but giggled nonetheless.

Ben, on the other hand, was no impressed, “Why, Eightie.” He asked exasperated.

“You love me, Benny.”

“In your dreams.”

“Oh believe me, you do not want to be in my dreams.”

“Nasty, Klausy.”

“Ew, dude. That’s- ugh- tmi”

“You suggeste-”

Not wanting to hear an argument between them, you cut Klaus’ sentence off, “Night Klausy. Night Ben,”

“Night Eightie,”

“Night Tee.”

“Love you guys,” with that mumbled, you felt yourself drift off to sleep with a smile. But not before hearing them mumble it back to you.

You didn’t see it, but just hearing you tell them that you love them brought a sincere smile to their faces, and a light warm feeling to their hearts.

Plop

Plop

Plop

Reginald Hargreeves was not having a good day.

First, Number Seven’s powers continued to become stronger even while in isolation and this proved to be troublesome. Then the rest of the little brats didn’t show competency during today’s training. And now- now he was soaking wet walking towards his own house. People were looking at him- the eccentric billionaire walking home soaking wet- how humiliating.

Ah yes, Reginald Hargreeves was definitely not having a good day at all.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x reader

[brilliantt]

Mouse- part three

Summary: Maggie Shelby isn’t like her brothers or sister, being quiet and studious she often struggles to fit in. When money gets stolen and she is accused will she stick around and continue to be an outcast in her family?

A/N: Yay part three! It’s here a little later than I wanted but the weather has been really nice in England so my family and I enjoyed a barbecue before the rain returns tomorrow... This chapter focuses on Maggie’s relationship with her eldest brother Arthur. I wanted to show her relationship with her brothers before focusing on the storyline in the summary- which will start from the next part! Hope you enjoyyy <3 

-PREVIOUS-

On a normal day, the end of school saddened Maggie, today was no different. Except today she felt something more than sad, she felt dread. Tommy had kept his word and didn’t do anything to William, or at least anything physical that she could see- she had crossed paths with him in the school courtyard that morning and when he saw her decided to go in the complete opposite direction. Seeing as her brother kept his side of the bargain, she would have to keep hers. Today she would have to meet Arthur at the boxing gym. 

The gym wasn't far from the school, leading Maggie to drag her feet (not thinking about the scolding she would get from Aunt Polly at the scuffs) to take as much time as possible to get there, frowning the whole journey. She reached the door of the building and huffed before pushing it open. Inside was bustling. There were men on the floor wrestling, and others standing around them, taking a break, faces sweaty. Maggie was about to completely abort when Arthur spotted her.  “There’s my Maggiepie!” His voice bellowed across the room, pushing past everyone, beaming at the youngest Shelby. Maggie gave a wobbly smile in return, her cheeks flushed a violent red seeing the men becoming distracted by them. 

Arthur grabbed her school books and led her to one of the free mats. He dumped the books carelessly on a bench, making Maggie wince, and gripped her arms with his hands, leading her to the centre of the mat. “Right, Tommy told me to teach ya some self defense.” Arthur scratched at his moustache eyeing the delicate girl, wearing a simple brown dress with a buttoned cardigan to match. She was Ada’s opposite in terms of fashion, dressing modestly and rather dull. Arthur knew that the men he knew tended to avoid women like this. But, undoubtedly, Maggie was blessed with the Shelby good-looks. Her long wavy hair and pretty doe eyes were more than enough for the men to have a lustful look, despite Maggie never noticing. Arthur always noticed, however, and had jumped at Tommy’s idea to teach her some fighting moves. He couldn't always be around the girl that he helped raise these days, what with Linda and the baby, so knowing she could defend herself when he wasn’t there put his mind at ease.

“We’ll start off simple, to see what we’re working with.” Arthur raised his palms and held them out in front of him, “I want you to punch my hand as hard as you can, alright?”

Maggie’s arm remained loosely at her side. Her face still felt hot and she couldn’t stop her eyes wandering around the room, watching everyone. Most of the men were doing their own thing but one or two she noticed were watching her and her brother. She turned back to Arthur who was waiting still with his hands out.  Maggie looked to the ground and rubbed her hand up her arm. “I… I can’t do it with everyone here.” 

It took Arthur only a couple of seconds to process her words before he clapped his hands and cupped his mouth to shout, “Right, that’s it! Everyone out. Gym’s closed!” Although there were some whining, Arthur’s hard stare cleared the area. He turned back to Maggie and resumed his position. Maggie breathed deeply and shook her hands out. She formed a fist and pulled it back but Arthur grabbed her hand before she could even consider throwing a punch. “Your thumb needs to be on the outside, you’ll break it otherwise.” He redirected her fist and gestured for her to try again. Maggie delivered her first punch against Arthur’s hand.

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Mags, I told you to punch me as hard as you can. You don't have to worry, you're not gonna hurt me.”

Maggie stared at him, her face grimaced. “That… that was as hard as I can.” 

“Oh.” His moustache twitched as silence settled. “Right nevermind, you just need practice. You gotta use your whole body, get your weight behind the punch.” He showed Maggie the proper technique and they continued this exercise until Arthur decided she was successful enough to move on. He repositioned them to the centre of the mat and took Maggie’s elbow tapping it twice.

“Now, your elbow is gonna cause the most damage, so you need to use that whenever you can. You can't go wrong with a good kick either.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “More often than not, if someone grabs you, it’s from behind. I'm going to grab you, and you're going to escape, get it?” He wrapped his arms around his sister, locking her in his embrace. Maggie wriggled about, trying to break the grip. The challenge was taking what felt like a century to the struggling girl. Her face turning red and tears welled in her eyes, her breathing picking up as she couldn't escape. 

“Arthur!” She breathed out in a panicked tone, body tense. “Arthur, stop! I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this anymore!” His arms loosened but didn't let her go. “I’m too weak.”

“Nonsense.”He shook his head, trying not to let his frustration show at the girl’s defeatist attitude. “If someone grabs you for real, you can’t just give up.” He squeezed Maggie. “You’re a girl. There are a lot of awful men who would take advantage of a girl like you and i’ll be damned if something happens to you just because you think you're too weak to try, you’re not.” He gave Maggie a few moments to think it through, knowing she's smart enough to continue their training. He smirked when she huffed quietly, “Ok, fine.”

“Atta girl, now remember, use all your body. Don’t forget your elbows and feet.” He tightened his grip back on the girl. Only, she continued to stay still. “Mags, come on.” Arthur couldn't help but grumble at her lack of effort. Just as he was trying to think of a new way to motivate her, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach from Maggie’s elbow, an even sharper kick to his shin and suddenly he was pushed down to the mat, only managing to sound out an “Oof”.

He looked up, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised, to his angelic looking sister who hid her giggles behind her hand. Arthur’s laugh was loud enough for them both as he realised she had outsmarted and successfully distracted him. He struggled to his feet and ruffled Maggie’s hair. “You've got a good head on ya, don't have to lose that in a fight - you’ll end up being a hothead like me otherwise.” Maggie smiled up at him. “We’ll do some dodging next, I think.” The smile disappeared. 

The two continued until the evening came and it was dark outside. Although Maggie hadn’t wanted to do this today and was tired and achy, she loved spending the time with Arthur, almost forgetting what it was like. He checked his watch, “I think we can finish for the day. How about we stop at the Garrison.” Maggie’s nose scrunched up at the idea. Arthur tapped her forehead. ”I need that big brain of yours to look at my books. I’ll give you some pocket money for your hard labour, how’s that sound?” Maggie couldn’t help but agree, knowing there was a new novel she wanted to buy. She had helped Arthur with the books before and he had paid her handsomely. 

It had been just over an hour now and Maggie had finished looking through the books in the back room. She stretched in the chair, her back cracking in relief. Her stomach suddenly rumbled and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything since lunch and after all the exercise she just did, she felt even more hungry. She ventured out to find her eldest brother.

Arthur was sitting at the bar, chatting loudly with some of the local men of the pub, nursing a drink. Maggie crept up towards him, being offered kind smiles from the men which she returned politely. She tugged Arthur’s sleeve.  “Arthur can we go now? I’m really hungry.”

“Course we can love, just gotta talk to Harry.” He gestured towards the barman. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” Maggie nodded in understanding. She waited for a few moments before deciding it was too hot and stuffy to wait inside. She went outside and rested on the wall next to the front entrance, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air - well at least fresher than in the bar.

“Hey, pretty.” Her eyes shot open and followed the sound. A sweaty looking man stood opposite her, eyelids drooping. A bottle in one hand while the other held onto his loose trousers. Maggie stayed silent. “You know, I asked for an angel to visit me today. Looks like,” The man hiccuped, “looks like my wish came true.” He smiled, proudly showing off his stained teeth. Maggie decided it was actually best to wait for Arthur inside. She turned from the creepy man and was about to return through the door into the pub when she felt a tight grip on her upper arm. “Hey now, no need to be rude.” Her heart beat fast, trying to keep her breathing even to not appear scared. “I just wanna talk with my angel.” He staggered back a bit, pulling Maggie with him. 

She tugged back “Get off of me.” She wished Arthur would just hurry up. She was debating yelling for him when the man put his dirty hand, the one holding the bottle, to caress her cheek while tightening the grip of the other one. “I’ll-” He slurred- “I’ll show you a real good time.” and started to pull her away from the pub. “I said get off!” A tug of war match ensued and when Maggie realised he was too strong for her, despite being intoxicated, her instincts overcame her. A swift kick the man’s lower region sent him writhing on the floor. 

Maggie dusted her arms and dress off. She looked at the man wriggling about on the floor and huffed, “You brought that on yourself, you know.”

A pat on her back made her jump and she turned to see Arthur grinning down at her. “He’ll feel that kick for a whole week, Mags.” Of course he was angry at the drunken man taking advantage of his sister- he’d get one of the men to deal with him later- but Arthur couldn’t help the laugh which boomed out of him after watching his sweet, little sister kick a grown man in the balls. 

The two of them returned to the house, Maggie rushing in to help Polly with the potatoes. Tommy came over to Arthur and greeted him with a friendly hand on his shoulder, his usual cigarette on his lip. “How did it go today, Arthur?”

Arthur rested his proud eyes on his sister peeling the spuds, chatting to her Aunt. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.” And he was sure of it.

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@finallyforgotten

#shelby!sis #sister!shelby #shelby!sister #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader

[sweetchup]

Cute Little Princess

Anonymous said: Anything with phinks please 🥺 I love this big dumb gym rat sm

Type: Phinks x Princess Reader

Au?: None (Is in the same timeline as N.E.R.D.S)

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Angst

Author Note: Oof you give me my boi Phinks and say anything?! Get ready my friend cause I know the perfect thing 😤👏👏. Also I used a small reference to my one of my favorite childhood shows if anyone can catch it. It’s very small though.

So today’s a Tuesday, an average taco Tuesday for mister Phinks Magcub. Well that’s what he would like to say right now.

“So Mr Magcub, you’re a wealthy businessman from the Mimbo republic?” A women says, laughing before taking a sip from from her expensive wine.

“W-why yes I am ma’am.”

Why couldn’t the boss have picked Nobunaga or even Machi for this mission? Phinks was currently stuck in the Royal Castle of the Fushi Empire. Chrollo had wanted someone to get close to the royal family in order to collect information on where their famous Dragon Eye collection was located. And of course, Shalnark, being the ass he is who was originally chosen, had to drop out at the last minute. So, Phinks had to cover for him.

Phinks is snapped out of his thoughts as the Emperor puts down his wine glass. He wipes his stubbly chin with a cloth before looking at Phinks.

“So, Mr Magcub, you said you are interested in marrying one of my daughters, if I’m correct? Which one catches your eye?” The Emperor questions, moving his hand to point at his 3 daughters. The golden robe the emperor was wearing flows in the wind from an open window as he does so.

Phinks turns to look at the girls in front of them. They were all incredibly beautiful but one had caught his eye since he first stepped into the room. It was the youngest daughter of the Fushi Emperor, (Y/n) Fushi. No one could lie that the lady was absolutely gorgeous, with locks that look like pure silk and bright diamond like eyes. She also wore a very nice light jade green and white Hanfu that made her look like a little princess. But, as much as Phinks want to choose her, he knew that the best choice for the mission would be the eldest daughter, Himiko.

“I actually like your eldest daughter, Himiko. Her long blond locks against her pink kimono really catch my eye.” Phinks says, smiling at the princess. Himiko and the middle sister giggle like crazy and whisper to each other. He’s now actually thankful that one of the old men back at Meteor City taught him proper etiquette and how to be a gentleman. Cause if he didn’t, he probably would be hanged by now.

The king chuckles at his daughter’s antics. “Well Mr. Magcub, I’m sure my daughter would love to be your bride.”

Phinks smirks to himself. What a sucker. “Please, no need for formalities, call me Phinks.”

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“So, did you finally get it?” Phinks says as he leans against the windowsill. Watching the greens of the prestigious castle garden move under the moonlight gleam.

“Yeah we got it, it was pretty easy too. The Dragon Eye collection is in fact already back at the base. Also the Boss wants you back by sometime tomorrow or the day after that. So you’ll probably want to get a move on.” Nobunaga's voice says from the phone.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I’ll be there.”

Phinks hangs up the phone and lets out a sigh. Finally, after 2 weeks stuck here, his life will go back to normal. He could finally get out of this uncomfortable green tang suit he’s been wearing. Huh? It’s you again. Phinks looks out at the window as you begin to climb the garden wall. While he’s been here, Phinks has noticed that it’s a nightly thing you do; you climb the wall, leave for hours on end and come back tired. What are you? One of the twelve dancing princesses?

He truly wonders what you go off and do. Phinks suddenly smirks to himself. Well, it is his last night here so it wouldn’t hurt to follow. Who knows maybe you're some secret stripper or lady of the night? He whistles to himself at the thought. Man that would be awesome if that is the case. He surely hopes so.

And, in a flash, Phinks is out of his bedroom, with his small bag of stuff slinged over his shoulder. After quietly jumping through the trees, he is following you down the winding streets of the capital city. It was pretty easy too since you're not wearing a cloak, after all there’s really no need for it in the first place since no one knows what the princesses look like.

You, the youngest princess of Emperor HuinYa Fushi, was slipping past people in the crowd, wearing an old Hanfu from one of the servants. Your heart is pounding as you look past the many street lanterns and open shops for the night. No matter how many times you sneak out, it nevers gets old. Afterall, you believed this sight was much more beautiful than being back at the castle. Trapped like a bird in a cage. You, honestly, just wanted to explore the world, seeing everything it has to offer. The good and the bad.

“Miss! How about a nice refreshing Bing Tanghulu? It’s only two for 25 quien.” The salesman shouts, pointing a candied strawberry skewer right at you. The man’s silliness causes you to break out in a giggle and you reach into your pocket to grab some money. Once you have the 3 silver coins needed to buy them you go to give it to the salesman.

“Here—“ “Here. She’ll take two strawberry ones and I’ll take a grape one.” You freeze as you are cut off by a man’s deep voice and an arm slinging around your shoulder. You look up as the mystery man who holds out two of the sticks to you and gasp in shock. “Phinks?!?”

“Hiyah sweetheart.” Phinks says and smirks, taking a bite out of a candied grape. You shakily grab the two sticks from him as he leads you away. How did he know you were here? Did he follow you? You look around worriedly. Wait, is your whole family at the market tonight?

“What are you doing here?!” You whisper-shout. You were probably ghostly pale from worry, though that is probably hard to see due to how dark it is out. But still, you don’t want your father to find out you're sneaking out every night. He won’t ever leave you on your own again, if he found out.

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

“W-well…” You just sigh in defeat causing Phinks to chuckle. Oh god what a mess you got into. You better hope your father and sisters aren’t actually here. You're suddenly startled as Phinks ruffle your hair.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, It’s just me. I just wanted to see where you run off to every night. Mind showing me what you do?” You bite your lip as Phinks says that. It would be fun for someone to join you for once. But… could you trust him? He might be your sister’s fiancé but they have been only engaged for 2 weeks. He’s also acting differently right now than what he is usually like. “Come on. Lead the way?”

You look up at Phinks as he pats you on the back. You guess, it wouldn’t hurt for some company for one night. Right? You giggle and grab him by the arm, dragging him down the street. “Ok! Come on then. It’ll be fun.”

Phinks smirks as he runs with you. You even looked gorgeous running through the crowds under the blurred red and yellow lanterns. He kind of wondered what it would be like running with you hand n’ hand after some sort of robbery or heist. That would be fun but oh well, at least you’re showing him what you do for fun.

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This is not what Phinks expected when you said this is what you do for fun.

“Kick his ass, girl!!”

“Come on!! I bet a lot of money on that guy.”

“Hell yeah!”

There he was standing on the sidelines in an underground small stadium, watching a princess he found cute as fuck in an illegal underground fighting match. Who knew you were an enhancer as well. Phinks is knocked out of his confusion as a rumble shakes through the arena. You had just roundhouse kicked the guy out of the rink and right through a stone wall.

“And that's match! (Y/n) wins by K.O!!” The referee announces, holding up your arm. The crowd breaks out into cheers and boos. Phinks grumbles, some of the people who bet on that guy were just sore losers.

“Phinks!” Phinks looks up to see you running and leaning on the railing of the fighting floor. Damn. Phinks felt like he was melting into the floor as you came up to him. You honestly looked like his dream girl; You looked so cute with diamond shining eyes, your fragile doll-like features and your silky hair pulled out of your face. But, with you covered in sweat, bruised up a little and covered in the blood from the other guy, you also looked so hot and now ten times better than he first met you in his opinion. “W-what did you think?”

Phinks chuckles as you look nervous, waiting for his opinion. “That was awesome. Good job! I didn’t even know you knew nen.”

“Ah-h yeah. I got initiated into it after some of the older members gave me a heads up for a championship match I was supposed to take part in. I was honestly so thankful for them.” You say, remember back to about 2 years when this had all started. Wow…it had really been that long ago. Oh, wait a minute! “Phinks!”

Phinks hums in response and raises an eyebrow. You blush in embarrassment and look down, fumble with the rope like railing. You can’t believe you're about to ask this, “D-Do you wanna do a match?”

Phinks is shocked for a minute before smirking and jumping up over the rope. You light up like a kid on Christmas as soon as you see him step into the ring. “Sure sweetheart. But, I ain’t going easy on you.”

“O-ok! Hey Ref, I have a challenger!”

Phinks smiles as he watches you run off to the ref to explain the match and your challenger. Honestly, he’s positive at this point that you're his dream girl. He suddenly frowns as he realizes something.

He has to leave tonight…. crap.

“Phinks!!” Phinks looks up as you stand on the other side of the ring. “Ready?”

Phinks smiles and nods. The match bell rings signaling the fight has begun. He’ll deal with that problem once it comes. But right now, it’s his time to have fun.

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“Awww man!! I can’t believe you beat me~ I for sure thought I was going to win.” You whine as you and Phinks make your way through the now dark and practically empty streets. All the lanterns were out so the only light provided was from the big full moon dropping into the horizon, though you didn’t mind since it was such a clear night out. A perfect night to watch the stars. Well, it technically would have been but you were so distracted by the fun you were having that you didn’t realize how late it is. The sun will break over the horizon any second now and you better get back to the castle.

Though that was the least of your concerns, Phinks was acting weird. He hadn’t answered you or smiled at all since you two started walking back to the castle. The only thing he did other than walk behind you and act like a puss is he kept on weirdly checking his phone every couple of seconds. Like he was waiting for something. Did something happen while you weren’t looking?

You hear a small grumble from him as he checks his phone again. That was it. You’ve had enough of his antics. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to face him. “Phinks! What’s the matter with you?”

Phinks blinks a couple of times before pushing past you, grumbling something under his breath. That ass! You weren’t having any of that so you grabbed onto his arm and pulled him down onto the ground. Phinks glares at you as he lands on his ass, “What the hell was that for?!”

“That’s for not listening to me! Now, what is wrong with you? I thought we had fun tonight.”

Phinks tches and mumbles, “Well it’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.”

“W-well why not?!”

“It’s just not alright!” He shouts, brushing himself off as he stands up from the dirty ground. You glare at the man in front of you, a golden hue surrounding him since the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon.

You were just so confused as he just stalks by you again. What did he mean by you two wouldn’t do this again? Of course you two could. He’s going to be around the castle for practically 3 months before he gets married to your sister. “Of course we can do this again!! We could do this every once in a while or even every night. Your marrying my sister in 3 month—“

“I’M NOT MARRYING HER!” Phinks shouts angrily, stopping in his tracks; His back facing you. You froze in place.

“W-why not… I don’t understand…”

Phinks chuckles darkly at that and he reaches to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning the collared shirt. “Of course you don’t…well I’m going to spell it out for you, sweetheart.”

With a flick of his wrist, Phinks pulls down the top half of his green tang suit down. You gasp a little as you see it. In the golden light of the sun, you see a big spider tattoo with the number 5 on it. He is…

Your throat and lips suddenly felt very dry as you attempted to speak. “Y-you’re part of the phantom troupe... So, you were after…”

“Yeah. I was after the Dragon Eye Collection this whole time. And now that we have it, I’m leaving and never coming back.”

You stood there frozen as you watched him finally turn around and walk past you. You stare at the ground unable to look at his face as he places a warm hand on your head.

“I was going to walk you back but I doubt that’s needed. So long, (y/n).”

And like that Phinks is gone. Yet you could still feel the strange warmth that his hand provided on the top of your head. You laugh for a second before hot bubbling tears cascade down your face. How strange this is. How strange it is that a man you’ve only known for two weeks has made you this happy in one night. More happy than you’ve ever been.

You curl down into your knees as you sob. It hurts. Your heart really hurts. You’ve never felt so lonely and empty before.

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Phinks walks through the bamboo shoot forest outside of the capital city. He’s lost in his thoughts when suddenly his phone finally dings. He looks at it for a second before he finally chuckles.

“Too late for that now, boss.” He mumbles to himself, looking at the text written out.

Boss: Well based on what you told me, since she can take care of herself she is fine to stay, but she also can’t interfere with troupe activities. Bring her at the meeting tomorrow so the members can meet her. I’m honestly curious as to why you picked her.

It was honestly way too late. Maybe if he hadn’t told you right then and walked you back to the castle then, maybe you two would be together right now? No, it would be inevitable at that point. He would have to leave eventually and he highly doubts you would go with him. You're a princess after all and he’s just some pathetic street rat.

Phinks sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair. Man, you really drive him crazy.

“Phinks!!”

Phinks blinks as he hears a faint voice yelling in the distance.

“Phinks!”

There it is again. Wait, he recognizes that voice.

“(Y/n)!” Phinks run off in your direction as he sees you also alone in the bamboo woods with a backpack on your back. You smile, with your tears streak cheeks stretching, as you also run over to him. Clutching onto him like your life depended on it. Phinks finally smiled for the first time that morning as he heard you mumble 5 magical words into his jacket.

“Don’t leave me behind, idiot.”

Maybe, just maybe, hope wasn’t all lost for that spider.

Bonus:

“Crap another group of guards. This is the 10th search group out to look for you today.” Phinks mutters angrily, as you two hide from them in a bush. You sigh, kind of sad that you were making Phinks go through all this trouble for you.

“I’m sorry Phinks. Maybe I really should have stay—“

“Don’t you dare say that, sweetheart. Now that you're with me you aren’t ever going back.” You blink a couple of times before giggling and holding on to him tight.

“Thank you Phinks…”

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“Hey Paul. Did you hear a giggle over there just now?”

You and Phinks freeze. Crap!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #phinks magcub #phinks #phinks x reader #hxh scenarios

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Crushing Too Late

Mattie

           I always loved coming with Dad and Papa to work. I knew with everything in me that one day, I was going to be just like them. That I was going to be a wrestler and people were going to say that I was the best.

           For as long as I could remember, I’d wanted to be like them. I’d wanted to do everything that they did. Whenever Mom would let them, they’d pull out an old ring they’d bought and put it together on the tennis court or the back yard. Then Papa and Dad would get in it with me, tell me stories about everyone they’d wrestled in that ring as they taught me everything they knew. And what they didn’t know, Uncle Kenny, Uncle Adam, and Uncle Cody would show me. Sometimes Uncle Brandon or some of the other people who worked with my dads would train with me.

           Whenever I went with them to shows, Dad and Papa always promised that I could train in the ring after it was set up. And no matter how many times I came with them, they never once broke their promise.

           “You’re getting better at that,” Dad said as I ran into the corner and flipped over onto the apron, just like he did. “Now let’s see the rest of it.”

           He stood next to the ropes while Papa stood outside. I looked between the two of them and grinned.

           Papa got close, I kicked out and slapped the outside of my thigh as he took my shoe on the palm of his hand. “See ya!” I grunted just before I leaned between the top and middle rope and put my shoulder into Dad’s stomach.

           He let out an exaggerated oof as I jumped onto the top rope, sprang off and pulled him face-down onto the mat. Then I flipped into a handstand and kicked my legs through the top and middle rope. My feet landed on the apron, I took half a second to make sure Papa was right there, and then did a moonsault. Everyone else called this the perpetual offence machine. Mom called it Dad showing off.

           Papa caught me over his shoulder, but instead of falling back, he grinned at me. “Caught in a counter, Tea. What’re you going to do?”

           I looked at how Papa had caught me. I honestly had no clue what to do. I’d never ever seen anyone counter Dad’s move before.

           “Nyla or Shida would have driven you into the ring apron by now,” Dad said from the ropes.

           Before I could think further, a voice came shouting down from the stage area. “DDT!”

           “What?” I shouted back. When I looked up from Papa’s back, I thought I was going to choke. Trent and Chuck were walking down the ramp with their friend Orange Cassidy right behind them. I blushed and tried to wriggle out of Papa’s hold. Instead I kneed him in the ribs hard enough for him to drop me onto the mat at ringside.

           I felt the heat burn through my face as I looked up and saw them standing there. Cassidy smiled as he offered me his hand to pull me up. “DDT would do the trick,” he said as he heaved me easily to my feet. He was in street clothes and wasn’t wearing his trademark sunglasses or jacket.

           I didn’t like how my tongue got tied into knots whenever they were around. Chuck always told jokes and made me laugh. We traded bad jokes and insults about how stupid the other one was. Trent would let me sit on his back while he did pushups until either he fell over or I couldn’t stop laughing. Then he’d do pull ups while I clung to his legs. Cassidy was almost always there, usually sitting quietly in the corner watching the three of us act like idiots. But he never said much, and I never knew what to say to him.

           But when he did speak, it made my heart sink into my toes and I thought I was going to be sick. He had a nice voice and really pretty eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at him, even as I felt my face go redder and redder with each passing second.

           I heard Dad’s voice from the ring. “Remind me not to use that in the match tonight. I can’t have the King of Sloth Style show me up.”

           Cassidy laughed and I got that sick feeling in my stomach again. It was like a straight drop on a roller coaster without a safety bar. It made me dizzy. “Dude, we both know you move too fast for me.”

           “Aww, I’m sorry, Cass. Let’s have dinner first, how about that?”

           Papa snorted. Trent hid his laugh behind his fist. Chuck hopped up on the ring apron. “Only if you have him home by eleven, Nick. Doesn’t do well if he misses his bedtime.”

           I looked up and saw Dad grinning ear to ear. I always loved seeing him smile. It made Papa and Mom happy. Especially since there was a time when Dad didn’t smile all the way. But being with his friends, being around everyone at the show, it always brought out his easy grins. I felt myself mirror his expression. Everyone said I looked like him. Sometimes I thought that bothered Papa and, honestly, I didn’t like it all the time either.

           But when it came to smiling, Dad had the best one. And I was glad I’d gotten it, too.

Matt

           Nick, Chuck, and Cassidy traded snappy remarks and comebacks while Trent and I watched them like a tennis match. It wasn’t unusual. The five of us had done enough bits for Being the Elite to have a pretty solid rapport by now.

           Our eldest stood in the midst of it, looking up at Nick and beaming when he smiled. The more I saw it, the easier it was to see that she was his twin. Mischievous, funny, whole-hearted, and exceptionally aware of her place in the world. Mattie had Nick’s eyes and his smile, and hair that was somewhere between mine and her mother’s.

           Like them, she was also a completely open book. Oh Jesus, I’m not ready for this.

Nick

           I flopped onto the mat and rolled out to sit up on the apron. Mattie was a few steps away, her face bright red. She hopped up onto the ring next to me and tucked herself beneath my arm. I gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head. She was fifteen, and I was afraid that the day was coming when she didn’t want to be our little girl anymore. I’d take what I could get until then.

           “Dad, can I come to ringside tonight?” she asked quietly.

           I grinned at her. “Sure, Tea. We’ll get you a spot in the front row.”

           Our daughter grinned at me and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to go annoy Uncle Adam.” She slid onto her feet and hugged Matt around the waist.

           “Yeah,” Chuck said throwing his arm around Mattie’s shoulder. “Let’s go annoy Adam.”

           Cassidy and Trent fell into step with the two of them as they walked up the ramp and disappeared backstage. I watched until they were out of sight.

           “God, she’s growing up so fast.”

           Matt crossed his arms and glared in the direction they’d left. “Too fast. I’m not ready for this.”

           “Ready for what?” I queried as I joined him at the base of the ramp. “Matt, she’s not going to get in the ring or be on TV for a while.”

           My brother grunted. “I’d rather put her on TV tonight than this. Did you not see what I just saw?” When I didn’t answer, he threw his hands up. “She’s looking at Cassidy.”

           I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Matt, relax. She’s fifteen. And he’s our age. Plus… Jesus, she’s known him all her life.”

           “I don’t like it.”

Mattie

           “I don’t know where Uncle Adam is,” I said nervously, standing outside the locker room that was usually his. “Maybe he’s not here yet.”

           “Pushups?” Trent asked, his brows raised. There was a slight smirk to his smile that made me grin.

           “I’ve got some yo mama jokes you haven’t heard yet,” Chuck offered.

           I looked up at him, hoping I looked very serious. “You talk about my Mom and I’ll superkick you in the teeth.”

           Cassidy laughed from where he leaned against the wall. “I would pay money to see that. Actually…” He dug his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars. “I’ll give you this right now, Mattie, if you do it.”

           “Come on, Orange. You know she’d never—”

           Before Chuck could finish, I’d leaned back and delivered a superkick that Dad and Papa would be proud of. The very tip of my sneaker bopped Chuck in the chin. It was habit to slap the outside of my knee at the contact, and the noise echoed down the hallway. He staggered dramatically and plopped onto his butt on the floor. I laughed.

           I lost my balance. Wobbling on my planted foot, I saw the floor come rushing up at me. An instant later, a set of arms locked around my chest. Cassidy took a moment to steady me before settling me upright.

           My whole body tingled. I could feel my face burning bright red as I smiled nervously. Cassidy grinned. “That was perfect.”

           I beamed beneath his praise. My heart raced in my chest. I thought I was going to faint. I couldn’t catch my breath for the life of me. He was so close, and his eyes were so pretty and brown.

           “Dad’s going to get me a ringside seat tonight,” I blurted out. The moment the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to slap myself. Why did I say that?

           Cassidy grinned even wider. “That’s going to be fun.”

***

           Papa took me out to my seat before the show started. “Be good. And enjoy the show, Tea.”

           I reached over the barrier and hugged him as tight as I could. “I love you, Papa.”

           He squeezed me hard and kissed my forehead. “Love you too, sweetheart.”

           After he went backstage, I watched the fans file in and take their seats. I loved the noise and the crush of people and the signs and energy. It was one of the reasons I wanted to be a wrestler.

           Dad, Papa, and Uncle Kenny were starting the show against Chuck, Trent, and Cassidy. I grinned as The Elite music thundered through the arena. Dad, Papa, and Uncle Kenny came out, paper money came flying out of the cannons by the ramp. My heart thumped and thudded in my chest as they came down to the ring. I shouted and waved, jumped up and down, screamed in joy. Each time I saw them was just like the first time—exhilarating and terrifying and beautiful.

           Once they were in the ring, new music started. Chuck and Trent came out, Cassidy right behind them. I always giggled when Trent and Chuck walked to the ring arm-in-arm or holding hands. They all looked so ready to fight, so determined to best my dads and Uncle Kenny. I waved at them too, screaming in happiness.

           They hopped into the ring together. Cassidy crossed the mat and shrugged out of his denim jacket, tucking his sunglasses in the pocket. Instead of tossing it to the ringside table, he rolled beneath the bottom rope and handed the jacket to me. He winked, and I felt the heat tear through me. I blushed and stammered.

           “Take care of that while your dad kicks my ass.”

           I clutched it to my chest and tucked it against my nose to hide the way a smile split over my face.

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[fenth-eiria]

How Onica and Tavra first met: My Version.

Fenth❣️Eiria

“Onica, sweetheart, let’s go!” “Coming, Daddy!” She scurried down the stairs to where her patient father was. “There you are, are you ready to go see mommy?” “Yeah!!” “Alright then, let’s go.” On the way there, Cadia bumped into Mitjan, who was with Cadia’s eldest daughter, Eiria. “Eiria!” “Dad!!” She ran up to her father and hugged him. “Where are you going?” She was curious as to where her father was headed. “Eiria. I’m going to Ha’ar to see M+M.” “Oh, why?” Cadia chuckled, “Because it’s the Tithe ceremony, remember?” “Why do we worship the Skeksis, dad?” “Your mother, and I don’t, we want to deplete them completely of their power, understood?” “Yep.” “Sorry for interrupting your shopping, Mitjan.” “It’s fine, just hurry along before you’re late.” After they left, they reached Ha’ar. When they entered the capital, they stopped by the Library, and let themselves in. “What can I.. Oof!” The Librarian was knocked to the ground, “MOMMY!!” Onica wailed, she missed her mother very much. The Librarian chuckled, “I missed you too, baby.” Cadia started to tear up, he kneeled down next to his boyfriend, and kissed his lips. “Oh! Onica, I want you to meet someone!” Onica looked at her mother confused, “TAVRA!! I want you to meet my daughter!” Onica looked forward, and running towards them was a Vapran of silver hair, she had put ink on her face, and Onica was thrilled with this new friend.

While they played, and told stories to each other, Cadia and the Librarian danced lovingly. “Loti, do you remember how we met?” “How can I ever forget about the fishing incident?” Cadia blushed, “I was hoping you would actually forget that.” The Librarian laughed, he grabbed his boyfriend’s face and kissed his lips passionately. “I love you, Cadia.” “I love you too, my treasure.” They were all interrupted by Jari, who came running in. “Hide me, Momma!” He ran behind his mother. “Why are you hiding, son?” Cadia looked, and found the problem. It was Seladon trying to kiss him, but it didn’t work.

Tavra grabbed a ring pop, and got down on one knee, Cadia , All-Maudra Maryin and the Librarian looked at their daughters with confusion. “Will you marry me, Onica?” “Yes.” “What the heck just happened?” Cadia was so shocked, and confused. “Our daughter just got engaged..” “SHE’S NOT EVEN 7 YEARS OLD YET!!” “Ehm..” They both turned around, “Librarian, Elder Cadia, why are our children acting something out of their League?” They both just shrugged their shoulders. All of a sudden Mitjan appeared, “Alright, Tavra. Are you ready for your sword lessons?” “Yes, Daddy, Can Onica come too?” “ Alright, sweetheart, I also brought Eiria with me.” “EIRIA!!!” Tavra ran out the door with Onica, Jari, and Seladon followed, leaving just the adults. “Must I always save the day, from you two?” He pointed to Cadia, and Maryin, “I’m not giving them to you both, because Cadia is not at a place yet where he can watch her a lot more, and I don’t want you ever to have Tavra, because you are very neglecting mother..” “Alright, fair point, Mitjan. I am trying to clean my schedule up a bit.”



“Give me Tavra, or your spouse dies..” “Make me..” Everyone looked at Mitjan

, who reveals he’s a ground sorcerer.. Maryin tried to use her air magic, until the Librarian and Cadia intervened, and knocked her unconscious. “Go before she wakes up!” Cadia motioned for Mitjan to run, but he didn’t budge. Instead he kissed Cadia on the cheek, “Come on both of you, they are our kids.” And with that they all left, Onica ran up, wanting to hold both her parents hands. Cadia and the librarian looked down at their daughter, who only wanted to hold their hands. When they both show their hands to her, she grabbed one of Cadia’s and one of the Librarian’s. She then proceeded to walk with them, all giggly, and bubbly. The Librarian chuckled, he looked at the Sifan Elder, who just firmly held her hand and his other daughter’s hand. “Dad! I’m not a little baby anymore.” “ I don’t want you to get stolen.” Cadia kept walking with his daughters, while their mothers looked at Cadia with a concern look. “Cadia, please stop, you’re scaring me.” Cadia turned around, he had a horrified expression on his face, “ I’m not meaning to scare you, I just don’t want to lose my baby girls!!” Cadia started crying. The Librarian, gently grabbed put his hand under Cadia’s chin and position it to look at his face. “Cadia, I love you, but I promise you that if someone as much as looks at them wrong. Mitjan and I will beat the crap out of the them. Sound good to you?” Cadia looked at his boyfriend with a loving smile. “May we please start courting?! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!!” The Librarian’s was taken aback by what he said, and was blushing profoundly. “Cadia, I don’t know what to say, other than yes! We can start courting.”

During practice, Eiria kept pinning Tavra down, but finally got pinned after she was distracted with someone else. “Ha! I got you!” Eiria kept looking in a certain direction, when her parents noticed, they followed her gaze, and there was Fenth, watching her do her fight, looking at her lovingly while blushing. “FENTH?!?! GET OUT OF HERE!!” But Eiria wasn’t thrilled, she dropped her sword with an angry face, walked over to Fenth, and left with him. Cadia was shocked, and Mitjan was wide-eyed. Their daughter, in love with an old man, what is she thinking? Well she was thinking of love, she loved Fenth for who he was, and not for looks, and what he’s forced to be.

Meanwhile.. Onica picked up the sword, and took a swing at Tavra, who playfully swung back. They continued to do their affectionate play fighting, until their fathers grabbed them both and went home. But they both were down hearted, and refused everything. Cadia was concerned because she has not eaten anything for now two days, and didn’t like to see his daughter so discouraged. He finally asked the Librarian to bring Tavra over. When they both were reunited, they are together so profoundly, that they were holding hands through the whole thing. When it was nap time, the snuggled together in Onica’s hammock, and feel asleep.

The

End

Tagging people who might want to read it: @rocky-fennek @dragonladdie @dracocheesecake @loveforskekgra

#dark crystal #age of resistance #sifa clan #vapra clan #gelfling oc #eiria #elder cadia #vapran librarian #mitjan #tavra #onica #tavra x onica

[bonny-kookoo]

Omgggg for HRB au! i cant help but think how seokjin and namjoon look at each other when their house is full of laughter and giggles and squeals and chaotic and then jin or namjoon just sigh heart feeling content. "Look at our treasure,"

„Baby no you can’t do that-„ Hoseok Said, impishly trying to lure you into a trap as Jungkook suddenly growled.

„Shut up dog don’t confuse her! You’re doing great baby, Seokkie is just being a meanie.“ he said, placing an arm around your back as your ears flopped to the side, completely confused by all those rules used to play monopoly.

„No I’m not, sorry I didn’t mean it-„ he said, reaching out to touch your head before pulling back with a scandalized face when you playfully tried to nip his fingers. „So that’s how we’re gonna play?!“ he exclaimed, and you giggled, as Jungkook laughed, ruffling your head.

„At it foxy, show ‚em how much of a predator you are!“ he said, making Taehyung laugh as he watched Jimin sneakily steal Hoseoks money. Yoongi had fallen asleep about thirty minutes into the game anyways, so no one was really watching the calico hybrid who was known to play dirty.

Yet when you spotted him, everything froze for a second before you jumped up, right into his chest as he fell back with an ‚oof‘, laughing as you tried to free the game money out of his hands. Yet suddenly he felt other bodies on him as well, Hoseok accidentally stepping on Yol his tail and waking him up with a yelp, making everyone laugh at the uncharacteristically high note coming from the eldest of them.

It was a mess really, of squeals and growls, tails and ears getting nipped and pulled, as everyone rolled around, completely forgetting the original game.

And at the kitchen table a bit further away from all the commotion, Jin smiled as he poured Namjoon another coffee. „They’ll never finish a game will they?“ he said, watching as Taehyung picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, running upstairs as the rest followed in protest.

„Probably not, but at least they’ve got fun.“ Namjoon answered, sipping his coffee before he shook his head with a smile.

„You know, i never thanked you.“ Jin said, as Namjoon raised his eyebrows. „You had the idea of getting a hybrid, and you convinced me even though I’d been against it at first. His eyes held a gentle warmth as he spoke, hand reaching out for the one of his partner across the table. „Without you we wouldn’t have such a Great Family.“ he said, and Namjoon squeezed his hand a bit.

„They’re as much you’re family as mine. Their ours.“ he said, before a loud crash sounded through the house, followed by Jimins voice.

„Nothing happened!“ he yelled, lie obvious in the nervous undertone of the cat hybrid as Namjoon and Jin shared a look when his voice was heard again. „Yoongi did it- OW! Namjoon Yoongi bit me!“

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #ot7 hybrid imagine

[julia-highstorms]

Sparring Session (Kenna x Dom)

Summary: Queen Kenna and King Dominic of the Five Kingdoms take a trip down memory lane.

Author’s note: The Crown & The Flame is my favorite Choices series ever, and I’m weak for the “friends to lovers” trope and I’ve always wanted a spin-off of Kenna and Dom. I’ve been sketching this fanfic for almost two years and have finally been able to write it all out, thanks to Blades finale. The nostalgia hit hard. Anyway, I don’t know if anyone will read this, if there still are die hard fans of TC&TF like me here, but I’m so glad I was able to write this. My masterlist

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Kenna x Dom

Word count: +5.5K

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The boy swung his small sword bravely. 

“Come on, fight me! Or are you too afraid?” - nine-years-old Crown Prince Gabriel Arthur Rys of Stormholt shouted defiantly at his father as they squared off on the hillside just outside the Stormholt castle’s gate.

King Dominic burst out in laughter. 

“Watch your mouth, kid, when I was your age I used to beat every kid, whether they were the castle staff’s or villagers’ kids.”

“You? I thought it was mother.” - Prince Arden Leon, second son, seven-years-old, asked, interrupting his reading, with a confused expression on his face, from where he was with his younger sister, four-years-old Princess Marcella Idara. 

“This is what the history books want you to believe, but not everything that's written in it is true. I was better than your mom.” 

“Is that so?” - they heard a voice coming from the gates.

A heavily pregnant Kenna stepped outside the castle’s ground to the hill. Her loyal friend and Crown Guardian Will Jackson accompanied her, making sure that the queen wouldn’t trip on her condition.

“Mother!” - the kids sprinted towards her, instantly forgetting the argument. Dom couldn’t hold back a smile as he watched his loving and growing family.

“Your Highnesses, be careful with the Queen and the baby!” -  Jackson tried to lecture the royal children but it was useless, none of them heard him as they elbowed each other to hug Kenna tightly. They were always excited to see their beloved mother. 

“Alright, alright, give your mom some space!” - the king approached them with calm steps, and friendly patted the royal guard on the back. The kids groaned in frustration but they stopped fussing over her. - “How was the meeting with the Tree Lady?” 

“Dom! I’ve told you to stop calling Queen Rowan like this. Especially in front of the kids.” - she lectured her husband in a whisper, but with a smile on her lips.

"Come on, your highnesses, it's time to bathe." - Will said as he motioned to someone inside the gates. A couple of nursemaids came rushing out.

"But we still haven't finished our duel!" - Prince Gabriel whined, raising his sword to the air to show his discontentment.

"Tomorrow you can spar some more. But for now you must clean yourselves up to get ready for dinner." - Kenna said firmly. - "We have some guests tonight." 

"Who?" - Princess Marcella asked, taking the hand of one of the maids. 

"Well, Queen Rowan is staying for dinner and--"

"Of course there's me too!" - they heard a voice coming from a few feet away, they all turning to see who it was. - "You better not think I would miss a damn fancy dinner." 

"Val!!!!" - the three kids exclaimed in excitement, running down the hill to meet with the ex-mercenary, now Stormholt's Master-at-Arms. 

"Oof! You kids are getting big, aren't ya?" - she smiled adoringly at them, messing with Princess Marcella's hair as the little girl hugged her tightly. - "I even brought a little present!" - she pointed to the keg in one of her shoulders. - "Since Kenna here can't drink, you're immediately obliged to drink her part, Jackson. You know, as her personal guard. I even put your name here."

Will rolled his eyes, but didn't argue. He knew Val too well to know that there was no escape from his destiny and the horrible hangover he would have the next day.

Val clasped hands with Dominic as she approached the royal couple.

"Oh, were you sparring?" - she asked as she saw Gabriel proudly holding his sword.

"More talking, actually. Gabriel and Father wouldn't shut up about who is the 'best warrior of all Five Kingdoms', blah blah blah." - Arden rolled his eyes, making Marcella and Val laugh.

“Oh right! Mother, who's the best warrior? You or Father?" - Gabriel asked as they all headed toward the castle. Kenna smirked.

"Well, I'm not known as the 'Warrior Queen' for nothing. And I remember beating your father frequently as we grew up."

"I guess the pregnancy is making you delirious, my Queen.” - Dominic smiled back at his wife, who was holding his arm to balance herself as they climbed the castle front stairs.

“And I think Gabriel hit you in the head with his toy sword too many times, my King.” - the two boys giggled to their parents playful banter, before the royal kids were escorted to bathe.

"I'm not a big fan of kids, but those three are too damn adorable." - Val said as the adults headed to the dinner room.

"Of course, we made them!" - Dom puffed his chest proudly, looking at the corridor where their kids disappeared into with the maids.

The eldest, Gabriel Arthur, was the perfect mixture of his parents, bright blue eyes and a dark brown hair. He pretty much had a bit of problem sitting through the royal classes, and preferred staying outside, sparring with his friends, much like his mother. But he was a goofy at heart, just like his father, and would prank one of the nobles in every Kenna's coronation anniversary.

Arden Leon looked like his mother, physically-wise, with his dark brown hair and clever brown eyes. He preferred spending his time reading and even accompanying his mother on her endless strategic and political reunions than training for combat. Dominic was pretty sure the young boy was much more intelligent than him.

Princess Marcella Idara still was too young, her personality still building up, but she was very smart - she said her first words when she was just 10 months old! - and was very attached to her brothers - she would always throw a tantrum if she got separated from her the boys -, especially Arden. And she adored Val. She looked the most with Dominic of the three, with lighter hair and blue eyes.

It had passed 10 years since they had defeated Empress Azura and now Dominic Hunter was Stormholt’s king, married to his childhood sweetheart Kenna and they had two sons with opposite personalities, a feisty little girl and another kid on the way. 

Not bad for an orphan stable boy, huh?

“Hey, what’s going on inside this pretty head of yours?” - Kenna asked later that night, at their chambers, as they prepared themselves to sleep.

"Oh, am I pretty now?"

"Typical. You just hear what you want. And yes, you've never not been pretty, Dom." - she smiled adoringly to him as they both laid down their bed.

She watched the goofiest smile spreading on her husband's face and he snooped closer, kissing her on the lips.

"Just thinking about the amazing kids we have."

"Well, they have an amazing father." - Kenna frowned. - "I'm sorry I can't be around much to help you take care of them. I wish I could, but--"

"Hey, hey. I've told you this before, Kenna. Don't worry. It's impossible to take care of both Five Kingdoms and of our children. We're lucky to have you as our Queen. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be able to handle all this political thing." - although Dominic was crowned as King, it was just a formal title. Kenna was the only one who ruled and, truth be told, he gladly took his part as just a consort. He much preferred taking care of the kids rather than discussing politics with other rulers, even though they were all allies.

"It's been a while since you've gone to the Blackspine Mountains, hasn't it?" - she asked.

"Yeah, I guess it's been almost a year?" - Dom was the official Ambassador of the Blackspines too, and would often travel there, both for training and to strengthen their political alliances. - "But don't worry, Kenna. It's a good thing that Sei get down of those mountains and come visit us for a change. Although she's not very fond of kids." - he chuckled to himself as he remembered the last words his good friend had told him the last time he was there. "I know you adore those little creatures, Dominic, but you should let poor Queen Kenna rest before making more of them. She has the Five Kingdoms to look after."

"You're right." - the queen smiled softly. - "It's just that I know how you enjoyed going there, but since Marcella was born, you have barely been there." - three kids started being a bit harder for Kenna to look after alone, even with all the castle staff. Both the queen and the king wanted to be close to their children, since Kenna had lost her father when she was around Marcella's age and her mother was too occupied ruling Stormholt and Dom had never known his parents.

"I enjoy being here with you and the kids much more. Although I am from the Blackspine people, Stormholt is and has always been my home and my heart." - he cupped her face, gazing into her eyes. 

Kenna smiled back at him, warmth spreading through her chest.

"How is it possible? It's been almost thirty years since I've known you, Dominic Hunter, and you still make my heart float." - Dom laughed loudly before kissing her forehead. - "You know, I still remember the first time we talked to each other."

"Oh?" - he cocked up an eyebrow, his light eyes shining curiously. - "And was it love at first sight?"

"Dom. We were eight."

"And? I saw you for the first time when we were around six and I knew right away that I would marry you. Even though I was a stable boy and you were the princess. I still remember it vividly. You came into the stables with the Queen and Gabriel, of course, to meet your very first horse, a present from the King of Fydoria himself to the young Heiress Princess of Stormholt. Which turned out to be a pony. And you became less that pleased with it. 'Why is this horse so small?', you asked. 'It's a pony, my little butterfly', Queen Adriana explained, 'it's a specimen of horses. Do you like it?'. In which you answered, your scowl turning into a smile, 'well, maybe him being small can be handy in a battle! It'll be more difficult for the enemies to catch, right?' and in that exact moment you've captured my heart forever."

"Oh, shush." - Kenna laughed to that memory. Starfury became a good company of her and still was alive, retired and enjoying his final years eating all apples he deserved.

"Anyway, you were going to tell me about our first encounter? I want to hear this story from your point of view."

"Right." - she smiled as memories flooded their minds.

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The little girl perched against the window, watching the castle grounds. She watched a group of kids - villagers’ and palace staff’s sons and daughters - playing, running around, giggling.

She had just finished her classes for the day. Maybe she could sneak out real quick before a maid came in to get her ready for dinner...

“Princess Kenna!”

The little princess stopped on her tracks and turned around to see Gabriel marching toward her, a severe expression on his face.

"Hello, Gabriel!" - she flashed him her best 'diplomatic smile' (she had learned of it during her decorum classes), turning around and hiding her toy sword behind her back, as the guards closed the front doors of the castle. Dammit, it took her almost ten minutes of convincing them to open it.

"Where do you think you're going? It's almost dinner time. You should be getting yourself ready."

"I know… but I just wanted to go outside just for a little bit. The other kids seem to be having so much fun and I wanted to join in."

She saw the old man frowning. He dropped to his knees to be at the same height as her.

"My princess, you know you can't play with them. If you want to spar with someone, you can always call me, okay?"

"Okay…" - Kenna sighed.

She still couldn’t quite understand why she couldn’t play outside with the other kids. She wanted to have friends who were the same age as her. Gabriel, her bodyguard and paternal figure, was a great playmate, but… well, he was old. Although he had started training her with the sword recently - against her mother wishes -, he didn’t have the energy and stamina to keep playing with the little princess for long. 

"Now, you must get ready for dinner. But I think we can fit a spar session into your agenda tomorrow." - he winked at her and the girl hugged him fiercely. 

She loved sparring. Although her mother wasn't very keen of it. Everyone said that Kenna took it from her father.

She wasn’t older than four when King Marcel was killed in a battle against the Five Kingdoms oldest enemy, the Iron Empire, and the crown immediately fell onto his wife Adriana.

But Kenna could clearly remember that he would let her play with his favorite sword. The king also was the one who gave that toy sword she always carried with her wherever she went.

But then, on the next day of that little exchange, Princess Kenna managed to sneak out the castle without being spotted by Gabriel and go down the hill where the other kids were playing as usual.

"Hey!" - she waved with her sword, trotting at them.

“Oh my Gods, it’s the princess!” - one of the village girls squealed. All the kids immediately stopped playing and bowed to her.

“Can I play with you?” - Kenna asked, ignoring the reverence. The kids exchanged warily looks; their parents always told them that nobles and commoners didn’t mix and that the little Princess wasn’t their equal, although she seemed to talk to them as if she was one of them.

Kenna saw another kid making their way to the small group, until he was standing up in front of her. The boy was around her age, although he was a head taller; he had a light pale brown hair and his big blue eyes stared down at her.

“We are not playing. We are dueling.” - he stated, pompously, a smirk on his lips. Kenna just rolled her eyes.

“Okay, can I duel with you, then?”

The other kids gasped in shock. The princess was challenging Dominic Hunter, the best fighter of all Stormholt!

“As you wish, Your Highness.” - he said mockingly. He snorted; that little girl would never be able to win.

But as soon as he said this, one of the girls dragged him a few feet away from the rest of the group as Kenna prepared herself for the duel.

“Dom, are you crazy?!” - Rose Blake shouted. - “You can’t fight with the princess! If one of the adults find out about this, you could…!” - she gasped, her eyes widening in horror. - “They could throw you at the dungeons!”

“Relax, Rosie.” - the boy answered calmingly. - “I won’t hurt her or whatever. Plus, she’s the Princess. Who am I to deny anything to her?” 

The two of them returned to the group. Kenna puffed her chest, looking defiantly at here adversary, raising her sword. The other kids took a few steps back, standing in a circle around the young princess and Dominic.

Staring each other down, they squared one another, their swords in hand.

"Raaah!" - the stableboy was the first to attack, but the princess graciously dodged him and prepared for her own attack.

But the boy was more than used to spar, and recovered just in time before Kenna's swords could hit him, their blades tangling together.

Their audience cheered upon them, divided between the stable boy and the princess.

"I have to admit, you're pretty good, Princess."

"Thanks. This is what happens when you practice with real warriors." - she smirked mockingly at him and then, with a quick movement, she hit his side with her toy sword.

"Oh my Gods!" - they heard someone nearby gasp. Dominic Hunter, the greatest warrior of Stormholt, had been defeated by Princess Kenna Rys herself!

"Noooooo!" - the boy cried, throwing his sword to the air and falling dramatically to the floor.

"Ha! This is what you get for underestimating me." - the girl raised her own sword triumphantly as the kids around them applauded and bowed to the newest greatest warrior of Stormholt. - "I shall be known as the 'Warrior Princess' from now on!" - still giggling, Kenna kneeled and offered a hand to Dominic. He clasped it and she pulled him up. - "This was a good duel, Sir Dominic."

"I'll be looking for a rematch, Your Highness." - he bowed to her and they shared smiles as a genuine and beautiful friendship started blossoming between them.

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“And after that outstanding victory from my part, we became inseparable.” - Kenna concluded, smiling fondly as the memories that filled her mind.

Whenever the two friends had a break from their duties, they would both go down the hill and spar with each other. Gabriel knew that the growing bond between the young princess and that orphan boy would be a problem in the future, but he also was aware that Dominic was the only friend Kenna truly had that was the same age as her. Plus, he knew the young boy would do anything to protect the princess. It was all written in his face.

“I still can’t believe you threatened to have Caleb executed.” - Dom laughed to another memory.

“Of course! He was tormenting you. Good thing my mother never knew about this. She would have lectured me for abuse of power.” - they shared a chuckle.

Two years later, Kenna found herself finally free from her political studies, and walked around the castle grounds looking for her friend. She was almost giving up when she found Dom's sword on the grass near the stable. As she approached it, she heard voices coming from inside there. There was yelling and lots of swearing, one of the voices belonging to Dominic.

Not thinking twice, the princess rushed into the stable, where she found two boys rolling on the floor, punching, kicking and calling each other names.

“Stop. Stop this immediately!” - both boys stopped at the same moment she yelled at them and saw Princess Kenna herself walking towards them with firm steps and a furrowed expression on her face. - “What’s happening here?” 

"Nothing, Your Highness." - Caleb, one of the guard's son, said, immediately letting go of Dom's shirt. He briefly bowed his head to her before turning around and sprinting out of the stable.

Kenna looked at her friend on the floor. Dominic was already sat up and desperately rubbed the tears off his eyes, his cheeks red with anger and in embarrassment. He didn't want anyone seeing him cry. Especially her.

"What happened, Dom?" - the princess asked, her voice sounding much calmer, as she kneeled beside him. 

"...Nothing." - he turned his face away.

"It doesn't look like 'nothing'. C'mon, you know you can tell me, right? You're my friend and I'm worried about you."

After a few moments in silence, Dominic finally looked back at Kenna, who had been patiently waiting for him to tell her what happened.

"Caleb has been pestering me a lot lately. He kind of have always bugged me, but now he started calling me names just because I have no parents and no one knows where I'm really from. He called me a… ‘bad blood bastard that no one wants around’." - Kenna saw tears welling up on her friend’s eyes, and anger flooded inside the little girl's frame.

"How dare he! This is a lie, Dom, don't listen to him. You're not a bad blood and you are wanted around. I want you around. You're my best friend." 

Kenna saw a smile slowly spreading on the boy's face.

"Thanks, Kenna. So you're mine. I guess Caleb's just jealous because the Princess is best friends with me and not him."

"Just ignore him, Dom." - the girl said as she pulled him up to his feet, a plan already forming in her head. She would have a 'little talk' with Caleb later. And by 'little talk', maybe it meant threaten him go be executed if he continued bullying Dom. She knew she couldn't do it in fact, just the Queen could order something like that, but the others didn't need to know it. She was the princess after all, there must be some advantage about it, right? - "So, are you ready for our sparring session?"

Dominic grinned.

"Be ready to eat some dirt today, Princess. I'm not going easy on you just because you were nice to me just now."

Kenna smiled. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"And I won't go easy on you either."

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“And after this, whenever Caleb saw you, he would run to the opposite direction. And no one ever called me names again.” - Dom chuckled, Kenna’s head resting on his shoulder. 

“As they shouldn’t.”

“And we became the best of friends. We told each other everything. Well, almost.”

“What do you mean?” - the Queen pulled out just enough to look into her husband’s face, Dominic’s blue eyes shining as he stared into her dark eyes.

“My feelings for you changed a little and became stronger.” - Dominic kind of always knew he loved Kenna. Since that day when she beat him for the first time. She was brave, stubborn and fought her own fights. Yet, she still was kind to everyone and just, not taking advantage of her higher status. She was the noblest person he has ever met. - “I knew I loved you more than a friend, Kenna, but I of course wouldn’t tell you anything. Especially with Gabriel watching you like a hawk.”

“Poor Gabriel was just doing his job. But you’re right, I know how especially hard he was with you. He indeed confessed to me that he didn’t like you much.”

“Oh, really?” - Dom asked, sarcastically. - “I didn't have noticed!”

As they grew up, Kenna’s and Dom’s relationship strengthened (to Gabriel’s growing discontent) and they started sneaking up from their duties (Kenna from her political classes and Dom from his work as a stable boy) to spar a little. They would try to do it daily as a form of training and also of spending time together.

As they both entered adolescence, the two teenagers remained as the best of friends and also became each other’s confidants (although Kenna had Gabriel, it wasn’t the same thing. He was an adult and she needed to rant about adults and her royal duties to someone of her own age), but other feelings started to blossom as well...

Dom would have to be blind to not notice how Kenna grew up into a fine young lady, curves slowly taking place on her once flat childish body. He thought about her natural red and full lips more frequently than he should, and how soft they should be and what was their taste.

It wasn't different to Kenna. Of course she noted that Dom somehow got bigger, with broad shoulders and bigger hands. She caught herself a few too many times staring in awe at her friend's bare chest as he worked in the stable, from the castle windows, immediately flushing as she realized what she was doing and cursing herself for it. 

She obviously knew that Dominic was rather popular within the maids of the castle. He had quite a reputation. She caught a couple times the young maids gossiping and giggling about him. 

But she also knew that what she and Dom shared was special, although neither of them tried to overstep it. It was complicated. She was a princess. He was a stableboy. They both were fully aware that they didn't belong together. Kenna was tired of hearing Gabriel's warnings about her close friendship with Dominic.

Of course her loyal and personal bodyguard had noticed the way the princess grinned whenever she saw that boy, as well as how Dom always had a big doofus smirk on his face after talking to her. 

And Kenna knew that Gabriel was right. And she indeed tried to ignore her feelings towards Dominic. But then, one day, her mother told her about the plans of her marriage. She had barely turned eighteen and Queen Adriana was already setting up a political marriage between her and the son of some neighbor kingdom. 

The princess knew it would happen sooner and later… she just wasn't expecting it to be so soon. She would never be able to marry Dominic. The one she ever loved and wanted. 

That night, she cried at the expectation of having to marry anyone but Dom. Gabriel was there for her and was very emphatic that she couldn't have him.

"You know your mother would never allow it, Your Highness."

"Yes, just because he's not a 'match'. But I love him, Gabriel." - she murmured, hiding her face in one of her pillows.

"I know. But who's he? He's a stable boy with no name. We don't even know from where he's came from."

"I don't care about where he's from, I don't care that he's an orphan, I don't care about any of this. I care about him. I love him just as he is, with name or no name."

"I know, I know… but you're a princess, Kenna. You know you can't. You must put the crown before your heart."

Kenna nodded, her eyes red and puffy from all that crying. 

"Yes... I know. You're right." - Gabriel squeezed her shoulder gently. - "...But I love him so much."

"It must feel hard now… but you're still young. You'll see that not everything lasts forever, especially first loves." - he stood up. - "I shall leave you now, Princess. You should rest. Try not to think much about this, okay? You still have time before the Queen decides to put up a wedding. At least three years."

She nodded and the bodyguard left her chambers.

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“And on that same night Beltane Festival was happening. And I wished, just for one moment, to not be a princess anymore, and enjoy the festivities like an ordinary girl. And then you found me there.”

“Oh, I clearly remember what happened.” - Dominic smirked, making Kenna blush slightly.

They both would never forget the first kiss they shared at Beltane Festival. When the princess asked for it as her wish.

After it, they spent the whole night with each other’s company, joking and eating. They even danced together and they both smiled the whole time, feeling truly happy and lucky to be in each other arms. Dominic accompanied the princess back to the castle as a good gentleman.

"Well, we must part our ways, mylady." - he bowed with a flourish, making Kenna chuckle.

"Thank you, kind sir." - she bowed in response. - "Good night, Dom. Thank you for spending the whole festival with me." - she smiled gracefully and the young man had to hold himself to not kiss her. Again. 

"I hope you had all your wishes fulfilled."

"Yes, I had." - but before she could sneak back into her chambers, Dom delicately took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles. Kenna's face flushed immediately.

"Good night, Kenna." - he winked at her and she retreated to her bedroom, a giant grin on her face. 

He walked down the castle hallways, whistling a happy song, until he finally stopped and turned around.

"I know you're here, Gabriel."

The older man's figure stepped out from one of the alcoves.

"Very perceptive, Dominic."

The young man sighed, readying himself for the lecture.

"C'mon, Gabriel, lay it all on me. I know what you're going to say."

"If you know what I am going to tell you, then why do you do this? You know how much you mean to her."

"She means everything to me too."

"Please, Dominic, spare me from this. I've seen you with the young maids. It's best if you keep on just being a good and loyal friend to the Princess and marry some village girl."

"But I don't want to marry anyone but Kenna." - he stated stubbornly. - "I've never loved anyone but her. I can separate my heart from the fun."

"And do you think you're a match to Her Highness? She's the Princess and she'll be your Queen someday, not your wife, boy. Just take this idea out of your mind before you get too hurt. Queen Adriana hopes that the Princess will be finally settled in three years. Actually, Her Majesty has already picked a strong political match to be Kenna's husband. Their marriage would bring the most powerful of the alliances within the Five Kingdoms." Dominic really didn't want to know who Gabriel was talking about, but… well, he got curious. "Who?" - he grudgingly asked.

"King Luther's eldest son, Prince Diavolos Nevrakis."

"What?! The Queen expects Kenna to marry the son of the man who killed King Marcel? That's insane." "No, this is politics. And Kenna will understand. It'll finally bring peace to the whole kingdom."

"I know Kenna. She won't marry a Nevrakis."

"Her Highness still is young, but she'll understand eventually. It's her duty."

"Kenna should marry whoever she wants. Especially the one she loves."

"Dominic, please. Don't be so immature. You know the Princess can't have this. And you know that the Princess is far superior than you." Of course he knew. He had always known it. But hearing it out loud hurt his ego. 

"Ouch, Gabriel! No need to be so mean!" - he joked, turning around to resume his walking.

"If this is what I have to do to make you forget about Kenna, then I must be mean. Give up on her, Dominic.”

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“...To think that Diavolos would become an ally. Things are just crazy. But I guess it’s better him than Zenobia.”

“Thank the Gods it’s him who’s the Iron Empire ruler and didn’t follow his father’s steps.” - Kenna agreed. King Diavolos was one of her most precious allies. Surprisingly, they got along well and shared great respect and admiration towards one another. 

“The Gods have nothing to do with it, Kenna. It was all on you. You know he got interested in you, right?”

“Diavolos? Nonsense.”

“It’s not. I bet that, when he met you, he wasn’t only interested in conquering Stormholt, but conquering you too.” - Kenna scoffed to that absurd idea. - “You just haven't realized it because he never flirted with you, unlike Tevan, Raydan, Annelyse…” 

“Either way, flirting or not, I’ve never corresponded to any of them.” - Kenna interrupted Dominic, feeling a bit embarrassed by that list of her admirers. - “We were at war and I’ve only had eyes for you, Dominic Hunter.”

“Yes, I know.” - he smirked, squeezing the embrace around her waist. - “It’s always been you too, Kenna.”

“And even though we have known and loved each other since practically forever, it took years until we finally got together.”

“Well, a lot of crazy things happened. You became the exiled princess and I found out about my powers…”

“And after two years apart, the first thing we did was spar with each other.” - she chuckled to herself as memories flowed to her mind once more. - "At that same spot down the hill, where the kids were playing today."

“Oh, we have such different memories of that day. I remember it involved lots of kissing and what came afterwards. That was the first time we made love, right?” - Dom said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. His wife punched him in the arm, giggling, before frowning.

“And then we made a promise to never be apart again…. but we got separated a few more times… you went to the Blackspine Mountains with Sei to master your fire user power… and then you got kidnapped by Hex.”

“Yeah, not my finest moment.” - he pulled her even closer. - “But then you saved me from that horribly mind control maze thing and we finally got together. Oh, and then you had to fight Azura. And then Luther. And then, finally, you asked me to marry you.” 

“Well, as the queen I thought it was proper.”

“To be honest, I’m glad it was you who asked for my hand. Is not everyday that the Warrior Queen herself asks you to marry her.”

Kenna’s grin widened and she leaned in, kissing his lips softly.

“And I would do that again in a heartbeat. I loved none but you, Dom. You’re my best friend and the one who knows me most. I can be my true self when I’m with you.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything else.” - he smiled adoringly to her, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. - “And then you got pregnant of Gabriel on our wedding night. And we’ve been making babies like rabbits since then.”

“Dom!” - Kenna tried to lecture him, but she was laughing way too much to sound grossed out or embarrassed. - “And this one will be the last one.” - she caressed her protuberant stomach.

“Right…” - Dominic didn't sound convinced.

“I swear. I think I won’t be able to handle another pregnancy.”

“Are you telling me that the great Queen of the Five Kingdoms, who defeated both King Luther Nevrakis and Empress Azura will be defeated by a baby?”

“You say this because you don’t get pregnant.”

“Okay, okay, fair.” - he raised his hands in an apology gesture. - “But you know you’re the Queen of the Five Kingdoms.” - Kenna looked confused at him. - “...so it makes sense if we have five kids, each for a kingdom. You’re not the Queen of the Four Kingdoms.”

Dominic watched his wife burst out laughing. 

“Gods, this kid isn’t even born yet and you’re already talking about a fifth? You’ll have to wait, Dom. At least let this one be born first and then we can talk about having another kid.”

“Okay, I’ll wait, but you know I’ll hold you onto that.”

Kenna rolled her eyes, but Dominic could see a side smile tugging on the corner of the Queen's mouth.

"Yes, I know." - she said.

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