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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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what if you were a sorcerer who was dating nanami and when you came back from some mission abroad you got to meet itadori and watch nanami be all dad-like (and itadori obviously loves you)

I LOVED this idea and I thank you in the name of everyone reading this fic for suggesting it before what happened last episode 😭 Please let me know what you think!

Nanami's girlfriend watching Nanami being in full dad mode with Yuji

Pairing: Nanami x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: After finally coming back home from a mission far away, all you want to do is seeing your precious boyfriend Kento again. But instead of a afternoon of cuddling him, you get to see him act like a real dad towards a new student.

Warnings: Really none, mild language here and there, Nanami being the best dad ever, this is the comfort we all need

It’s been a hell of a month. A month of desperately fighting against countless curses, a month away from the love of your life. At first it was like a punch in your face, realizing that you won’t be able to see Kento within the next weeks. And even though you texted every free minute and he called you every night, you missed him more than anything. But now, you’re finally on your way back. Back into your normal life, back into the open arms of your boyfriend.

Your feet carry you down the path to Jujutsu High on their own, remembered with every fiber of your being. Despite all the horrible things you had to endure, being a jujutsu sorcerer feels like your unshakable fate. Even better that Kento is right by your side every step of the way.

“(y/n), is that you? Haven’t see ya for ages! Heard you did really well at…wherever you were”, Gojo shouts from afar.

Your heart jumps up and down in joy, turning around and waving at him frantically. Oh, you never thought you’d miss seeing his stupid grin every morning this much.

“I’m just glad it’s over. Hey, did you see Kento? I’m searching for him”, you reply.

Please, let him be at Jujutsu High. When he called you yesterday, he wasn’t sure whenever he’ll have to leave for a mission today or not. Maybe he’s still here, maybe you’ll be able to help him out. Fighting by his side definitely sounds better than waiting another second to see him, even though all you want to do right now is lay down and sleep for 15 hours straight.

“Oh, he’s in the main building, talking with a new student. You should pay them a visit, I’m sure Yuji will love you.”

Yuji, huh? You haven’t heard his name before. To be honest, the only new student you know of his Megumi Fushiguro. Were you really gone that long? You sign to yourself before shaking your head, a smile forming itself on your lips.

Other than your boyfriend, you love to greet the new students with all your heart. After all, they are your future, the ones who will look after everything when you are gone. It’s your responsibility as well to make them feel welcomed, right?

“In the classroom?”

“Yup. I have to leave now, send my best wishes to precious Nanami!”

You giggle to yourself with a wide smile, moving towards the main building of Jujutsu High, Gojo’s dumb grin still present in your mind. Despite the fact that Kento tells you over and over how annoying that white-haired man is, you know that he still likes him deep down.

Deep deep down.

“Kento?”, you gently question into the biggest classroom in the building, eyes peaking through the door ever so slightly.

Your heart jumps in confusion. Huh, he’s not there. But Gojo sounded so sure of his words. Also, he just came back from the main building, so he knew for sure…

“Where the hell are you”, you mutter to yourself, roaming around the different rooms like a lost puppy.

Until suddenly, your ears perk up.

“Nanami-sensei, I’m looking forward working with you!” a young male voice announces with so much passion that you just have to draw closer.

Wait, did that boy just call your boyfriend Nanami-sensei?

“I’m not a teacher here, don’t call me sensei.”

You giggle to yourself at the annoyed tone in Kento’s voice. Oh, you just know that this touched his heart, without any doubt. Even if he’d never admit it.

“Sorry, it’s just that I think I can learn a lot from you. Gojo-sensei told me about your abilities and I want to be as good as you someday!”

Your heart melts in an instant against the wall, a gently smile plastered on your face. What a sweet boy. Is he the one Gojo talked about earlier, the new student who just arrived named Yuji?

“I’m just here to do my work, Itadori”, your boyfriend remarks dryly.

You bet he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his tall figure lingering over the boy as if he wouldn’t care about his words at all. But you know him better than that. You know he’ll tell you about all the things this student said just before drifting off to sleep that night. Your fingertips begin to tickle, body aching to move closer to the door, to enter it, to finally see your boyfriend again. It’s been so long since you last saw him him, months without sinking into his opened arms.

Fuck it.

“Kento”, you breathe out, body stumbling through the door when you finally catch a glimpse of him.

Oh, he looks just as good as you imagined. Hair neatly trimmed as usual, broad chest covered by his dark blue shirt with his sleeved rolled up ever so slightly and his strong arms crossed.

The eyes of the boy in front of him widen, a bright grin forming on his lips when catching a glimpse of you.

“You must be the new student. Welcome at Jujutsu High! My name is (y/n) and I am a grade 1 sorcerer and this man’s girlfriend. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to call me”, you interduce yourself warmly along with giving him a soft clap on his shoulder.

“You are Nanami-sensei’s girlfriend?”, he repeats without thinking twice.

“Don’t call me that”, Kento grumbles.

“It’s so nice to finally see you again, sweetheart. I missed you”, he continues, placing his hand around your waist in a way that makes you see stars.

Your heart skips a beat, body falling against his in an instant. If he only knew how much you missed him too, how much it touches you to finally be able to lean against his shoulder again. But you will have to put your longing feelings aside until the evening. After all, Kento still has work to do as it seems.

“It’s an honour to meet you, (y/n)-sensei! I hope to work with you someday.”

“Oh, you definitely will”, you giggle at the sweet boy with pink hair in front of you.

“I’ll leave now for my mission.”

“Wait”, Nanami interrupts immediately.

You look up at your boyfriend in surprise. Why is his jaw suddenly so tight?

“There is no way I will let you go there alone.”

“But Nanami-sensei-”

“Don’t call me that. As far as I know, this might be a grade 1 curse. I won’t let you go on your own.”

Oh god, he’s worried. Despite he tries to hide it so miserably, it’s written on his slightly scrunched up face.

You desperately try to hide the grin that starts creeping up your facial features from your boyfriend, covering your cheeky mouth with your hand. It was rare for you to actually see him around his students. And while you know very well how much he cares for him, you never thought he’d sound like a full-on dad while talking to them.

“So you’ll come with me?”

The eyes from the boy in front of you light up immediately, jumping up and down in joy while your boyfriend signs next to you.

“Come on, show a little mercy”, you mutter into his ear amused.

“Get going, Itadori-kun. I don’t want to be late for dinner.”

“Of course, Nanami-sensei. Oh, it was really nice to meet you, (y/n)-sensei, I really hope I’ll see you again someday.”

“Come on or we’ll be late”, your boyfriend protests.

-later that evening-

“How are you doing, love? Does it still hurt?”

Gently, you rub the ointment on the minor wound that is left on his right side, eyes locked with his gorgeous ones.

“Don’t worry, I’m alright. It’s Itadori-kun I’m worried about.”

“You seem to really care about this boy”, you comment softly, hands busy with bandaging him up.

“Not in the way you suggest”, he immediately replies, serious eyes locking with yours.

Pictures of your first encounter with Yuji flood your mind, how your boyfriend spoke to him and refused to let him go on his own. And even now, he seems to have this boy on his precious mind.

“You kinda act like a dad though.”

His eyes widen in horror, hand grabbing your shoulder faster than you’re able to react.

“That’s not true.”

“I doubt it”, you challenge him with a bright smile, bursting out in uncontrollable giggling.

With a swift motion he places himself on top of you, staring down at you in all seriousness with a minor spark of humour glimmering in his eyes while you can’t catch your breath from all the laughter.

“I’m not acting like a dad.”

“Oh, you totally do”, you press out, the sheer weight of his immense body on top of yours making it hard to breathe along with snickering your heart out.

“I just don’t want him to get hurt. He’s still in his first year and new at Jujutsu High. Also, I’m not fully convinced that Gojo takes good care of him”, Nanami explains briefly.

“Well, that’s exactly what good dads do.”

“(y/n)”, he warns you.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you aren’t even able to see his face anymore, dying of laughter against his chest while making a few miserable attempts to free yourself out of his grip. God, how much you love that man. How much you love the way he cares about others while not admitting to himself, how he looks after people before thinking even about himself. Kento Nanami has a heart made out of pure gold that he shows far too rare.

“But do you…do you really think I’d be a good dad?”

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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You should do one where reader just wants to spend time alone by themselves(whether it be the afternoon or morning) but hobie and pavitr won’t let them

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨

Cw: reader x lovesick!Hobie Brown x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar, overlooking toxic behavior, touching with dubious consent, oblivious reader, anxious attachment (Pavitr), suggestive, aged-up characters, reader's gender neutral but it is kinda fem aligned, reader knows about the multiverse but it's not clarified if they're a spider person, I already warned this but just want to say that just because the toxic behavior here isn't portrayed as negatively as my others fics doesn't mean I condone it.

Notes: while I was writing the first paragraph I was like "damn I should do this too" and started deep cleaning around my house. This triggered an episode and that's the reason I haven't been posting as much, I was cleaning. I'm actually on a break from cleaning /srs

You prepared everything to have some alone time this afternoon, you cooked your favorite meal, did an everything shower with your favorite products, you cleaned up everything yesterday so you didn't have to do anything today, and after putting on comfy pajamas, you sat on the couch with snacks and a face mask to watch a comfort show.

It was halfway through the fourth episode when you heard noise coming from your room, and see your boyfriends appearing into your living room, even though you told them you wanted to be alone today. You try and give them the benefit of the doubt, and imagine maybe the mission today was extra rough and they needed comfort, or they forgot about your petition, Pavitr had university, being spiderman, reporting to the spider society, Hobie was, well, trying to bash the president's head with a guitar plus the spider society stuff, so yeah, they had busy lives.

"Hello there, looking lovely" Hobie chuckled with his hands on his pockets, probably laughing at your face mask, Pavitr came in for a hug, you accepted, "ohh, self care day? Do you have any extra masks, I can buy us snacks? Wait- mumbattan currency doesn't work here, I forgot, anyways, is there any room left for us?" You moved quietly and smiled to let your boyfriends sit beside you.

It's not like you want them to go, but they do take too much space. Talking about the couch, of course... And maybe about your life a little bit, you loved them, but when you started your long distance relationship (between universes) you thought you'd have just a tad more time to yourself.

You can't concentrate in the show quite as well, thinking about what could make them forget about your you-day and still want to come, why did they always forget? They both seem to have pretty good memory, the zone off for a minutes, fortunately for you, it's the fifth time you watch this episode. Your phone rings and before you can grab it, Hobie picks it up, notices is not a call and hands it to you, it's the timer for your face mask, how kind of him to even set off the alarm to you since it's your day off.

You take the sticky sheet off your face and massage the serum into your skin as you start to walk to the living room, wanting to scratch the itch and address the subject you've had in your mind, you decide to soft launch it.

"Did any of you, read the chat yesterday?"

"Yes, I always do, Hobie does too, why?" Pavitr lies on Hobie's chest and mindlessly scroll through his phone while he answers you

"Then maybe you forgot that today I kinda wanted to be alone, you know, me-time? You also forgot last week, and the week before that..."

Hobie spoke "Sorry 'bout that, 'have bad memory, a flaw of mine, we can leave if we're a bother" it saddened you he saw himself as a bother, he just forgot, we all make mistakes

"Oh, I didn't forget, I just don't want to leave you alone" Pavitr responded with normality, he didn't like having Hobie speak for him, he regularly contradicted him in stuff like this. Hobie laughs and pata his shoulder, he laughed like a joke, so then it was probably a joke, even though you three were dating, they had their own things, so this must be one of them.

You sat down, you were on the right arm of the couch, and Hobie was in the left one, Pavitr was between you both, he didn't seem at all displeased.

You laughed at the show a few times, and a couple minutes in, you feel Pav's hair ticking you, he's sniffing around your neck.

"You smell good, like your regular scent but better, did you tried the body wash I gave you?" You nod and smile at his sweet antics "And your skin, you look radiant, jaanu" he kisses you cheek, then makes a face, scrunching up his nose at the taste, you giggle. "It's supposed to be good for my skin, not be tasty" you say in airy laugh, he pouts, "But I wanted to kiss you", "my lips have no serum" he looks like a kid on Christmas morning and puts dives right into your lips, you expect a quick kiss before going back to your binge-watching (that you'd been looking forward to all week) but he crashes his lips into yours with need, you try to pull away two times before patting his shoulder, Hobie sees this, and now manspreading on the coffee table instead of the couch, he grabs Pavitr's hair and lightly pulls, "give 'em a break, sweetheart" he obediently looks at him, dilated pupils and breath hitched, Hobie's hands traveled to Pavitr's cheek and he nuzzled on it like a cat, "We don't want them to pass out, now, do we?" Hobie's tone is firm, but still has that certain rogueness he always speaks with. Even though Pavitr's mouth isn't on you, he's still mostly on top of you, and his hands don't stop wandering in your sides, pinching playfully at the fat, kneading on your waist, you really wishes you could keep watching your show and then read the book you always say you should read, or organize that messy shelf that keeps stressing you out, but hey, is not like you dislike this, right? "You won't-?" Pavitr asks in a whisper, when Hobie takes his fingers off his mouth "I'll watch for now" his smile makes you bite your lip in excitement, it seems to have a similar effect on Pavitr, who grips your waist harder, and slowly goes to grab your hips, "Keep going?" Hobie asks, deep black eyes set on yours, it makes you flustered. He's asking for consent, he's very nice, and Pavitr did have your consent earlier, it's just he was a little... Excited, it's okay, because he's nice.

You have two very nice boyfriends, even though they're forgetful.

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. loid forger.

ꨄ cw. wife!reader, misogyny by that swan guy, protective loid, mentions of blood.

MASTERLIST.

a/n — mr. forger was very hot for this one.

your jaw ticked as the man in the middle continued on with his sexist bullshit "but it is a woman's job to do all those things regardless."

"I sure do hope you don't talk to your wife the same way." swan looked at you with an irk mark on his forehead but you merely sent him a mocking smile.

"what do you do on the weekends?" you mentally sigh in relief as the questions happen to be the same ones loid made you practice beforehand but you still couldn't help but feel irked by the misogynistic man sat in the middle who eyed you and loid with contempt.

"go to the museum, or opera, or..." the white haired man deemed the answer good enough as he moved on to the next question.

"and what would you like to do once you get into our school?" you watched the girl sweatdrop as she scrambled her brain for an answer.

'come on baby, you know this one!' you mentally encouraged the little girl who spouted out an odd answer.

"uncover all the secrets of the boss of the organisation!" she declared and you shared a look with loid who quickly came to her defense with a better answer.

"please excuse her, our daughter is a bit more ambitious than most." you sent the men a bright smile as you gave a little chuckle to back loid "she wants to climb to the top so she's interested in the headmasters personality and lifestyle."

the monocle wearing man seems impressed as he turns to the girl "then do you know the name of our esteemed headmaster?"

'it's almost as if his name isn't plastered everywhere around the school' you thought, wanting to roll your eyes 'I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing benedict ivan goodfeller in my sleep'

"um.." anya stammered as she thought for the name "benejix ibon goodheller, sir."

'a for effort'

"then how much effort do you suppose is required to be as great as him?" question the man further.

"like to survive in the jungle with just clothes on your back or to forge your nerves by retaking a test with your life on the line, over and over again." a smile formed on your face that she never failed to not put on, you recall watching that episode of the spy anime with her yesterday.

a change of topic was brought yet again and this time, the kind white haired man questioned her on her fathers occupation "a sp-"

confusion overtook your features before she changed her response "an aspecially good mind doctor."

"is your nose stuffed up?" he asks concerned before moving on to a question about you "and what sort of person is your new mother?"

anyas expression lit up as you were mentioned "she's really, really nice but she can sometimes be scary if you make her mad."

"if you had to rate your parents, how many points would you give them?"

you nibble at your bottom lip as you await her answer "100 points! top score!" she exclaims "ma and pa are fun and I love them!" you heart warms up at her words "I wanna be with them forever." you could feel a few tears threatening to spill from your eyes but you don't let them.

the half balding man in the middle scoffs as he proposes a new question for the girl "and who scores higher? your new mum or your old one?"

you suck in a deep breathe to control the anger you felt coursing through you veins, loid was so set on this school, you could not ruin it for him when he tried this hard. you clenched your fists and looked down at your lap to keep a levelled head.

"professor swan, that sort of question-" the glasses wearing man began to object but the rude man merely responded with a "aren't the questions left to the interviewers?"

"can you please change the question?" loid requested in a serious manner but the man smirked "nope. now answer the question or I'll deduct points."

you noticed how silent anya was and so you lifted your head to check on the girl only to see tears spilling from her eyes. your eyes widened and you felt an arrow pierce through your heart and your body moves to comfort her against your control.

"sweetheart," you say as you approach her and hold her tiny hands in yours, wiping away the tears that pooled down her eyes.

"I see, I see, so your old mum was better after all?" swan implies as a sharp glare is sent his way.

"you've crossed the line, you're an extremely horrible person." you practically spat at him as you hold the sobbing girl against your chest and smooth down her hair.

"that's enough [name]," loid reminds you but you couldn't find it in you to care "he's made anya cry, loid."

"many of our students live apart from their parents in our dormitories." swan states with an impassive stare "if she's going to cry over every little thing she has no place in our school." he mocks and you feel something in you snap at his verbal attacks.

"so making children cry is an everyday occurrence to you?" you ask as you send him a deadly stare, voice empty as you cock your head to the side "no wonder your daughter got taken away from you, neglect and abuse can cause serious damage to a growing child."

his face turns red as his fury rises "so the second wife snaps when she's compared unfavourably to the first?"

that's all it takes however to make loid snap as he lunges over the table in an instant and your eyes widen as he breaks the table in half.

"excuse me," he clears his throat as he stands up straight, blood dripping from his fist "there was a mosquito on the table." true to his words, the poor thing was squashed in between the broken splints of wood.

he turns his back to the men and you take that as your sign to pick up the little sad girl in your arms "thank you for taking the time to see us today."

swan stands up in anger as he calls out loid "where do you think you're going? we're not done yet!"

"if your educational philosophy involves trampling on the feelness of children, then apparently I chose the wrong school."

"how dare you insult our academy?" swan yells as loid beckons you over with anya "c'mon, you two."

you set anyas head in your shoulder as you walked out the door, loid closed it behind him with a "please excuse us."

you stare at loid in your slouched down position on the couch with anya sitting on your lap and hugging your mid section. his expression reads failure.

"we definitely didn't pass." he says in defeat and you sigh as you get up and place anya down on the couch, wordlessly walking to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for everyone.

"sorry pa," anya mutters with her head hanging low as she clutched the material of her dress "I didn't try hard enough on the test... I'm sorry."

you hated seeing anya like this, the always cheerful girl who easily managed to put a smile on your face so beat down was not something you think you can handle for any longer.

"it's fine, anya, you don't need to apologise." loid tells her "I don't think you'd want to go to that school anyway."

you watch as the girl gets up from her spot to now clutch onto the material of loids trousers "I... wanna go to school." she mutters against his leg.

"huh?"

"or we won't be together anymore."

"anya.."

you knaw at your lip as you brain goes into thinking 'this family was put together for loids mission, if anya isn't admitted into the school, then this family will no longer be necessary... I don't think I'd be able to live without them' you furrow your brows as you bring over the tray full of warm liquid, desserts and peanuts.

"but to be frank, our odds of passing are hopeless at best." loid reminds them and you groan at his way of thinking.

"have a little hope, will you?" you nudge his shoulder "anya is too cute and impressive for them to reject." anya nods her head fervently and loid gives her cheek a little pinch.

"you're right." he brightens up as he picks the little girl and places her on his lap "whatever happens, happens.” he agrees “but for now I need to thank the two of you for preparing so hard for that test." you hand them their designated cups before seating yourself on the arm of the couch.

"to the bright future of our family!" you clink your cups together when the sound of something hitting the floor intercepts your hearing, quickly you set down your cup as do the others and you examine the sound.

"our family photo... fell." everyone's faces dropped as you stared at it before loid looks at you with an almost I told you so expression.

you bite at the inside of your cheek before you scrunch your face and relent "yeah, that could be a sign..."

#loid forger oneshot #loid spy x family #loid forger x reader #loid forger #loid x reader #spy x family loid #spy x family

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mytheoristavenue · 4 months

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Day 11-

BES Mizu x Reader - Winter Proposal

Summary: Mizu has to ask you something before leaving for London.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sad, rushed/short, spoilers, takes place days after the last episode, grammar

Yesterday's events still played fresh in your mind. The sounds of gunfire, screaming, and metal clanging rang in your ears like a broken record. You'd sustained some injuries, thankfully not from any man-made weapon. You'd been trapped in a collapsing building and pinned under a burning beam. Luckily, Ringo found you and dragged you to safety, before hauling you back to where Master Eiji lived.

The night was spent with Ringo tending to your wounds and delivering news of Mizu's death to her father, who pretended not to be phased. You were unprofessionally diagnosed with a shattered ankle and varying degrees of burning on your legs and waist. Nothing fatal, thank God.

In your short time with Ringo and Eiji, you'd taken to being placed out in the nearby forest. Close enough to yell for help, but far enough to get away from the noise and heat of the forge. Of course, you still had to contribute in some way, so every morning, Ringo would set you outside with a task, usually washing clothes or dishes in a rudimentary tub, and let you watch the woods for anyone looking for trouble. In the evenings, he'd come back and hang the clothes on the line if needed, as you were in no shape to walk.

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On the third day, you sat in your chair on the edge of the forest, humming and mending clothes when you finally did spot trouble. A slender figure came hobbling through the woods, peaking out from behind trees when it heard a twig snap. You eyed the shadow cautiously, ready to scream out for the men to protect you at a moment's notice.

"Leave us be, stranger," you warned, brandishing a kitchen knife you kept to cut stray scraps of fabric for patches. "I may be vulnerable, but I'm deadly with a blade even still."

"I know you are," a tired, hoarse voice croaked. "I taught you that."

Your heart skipped a beat at the possibility before you shook the hope away. "You haven't taught me anything, stranger," you rebuked. "The one who trained me is dead."

Just then, the knife plummetted to the snow, let go of by your trembling hands. The stranger finally had inched close enough for their face to be unobscured by the light shining through the trees. Glacier eyes peered down at you from under shaggy chocolate fringe as she leaned against the nearest tree, waiting for you to react.

Without another thought, you left out of your chair, forgetting entirely about the searing pain in your brutalized body, but crumbled at her feet, clinging to her pants.

"My darling," she gasped softly, falling to her knees with you to hold you in her arms. "You're hurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't even know-"

"Where were you?!" you sobbed into her shoulder, making her fall silent. "I thought you were dead- we all thought you were dead!"

"I am," she corrected, bringing your hands from her shoulders to cradle them in hers. "For now, at least. You can't tell anyone I came to you."

"I-I don't understand..." you sniffled, (e/c) gems boring into her very soul. "You only came to see me?"

Her face softened and she smiled. "Yes, my love, I did. I couldn't leave without telling you where I was going."

"You..." you froze in her grasp. "You're leaving again? B-But-"

"But nothing," she corrected, sternly but with love. "I'm going to London to continue my mission." she confessed.

"London..." you repeated. "W-What's that? Where is that? Why can't we go with you?" Your head was spinning, you were so hurt and overjoyed and confused all at the same time.

"It's very far away, in another country. But I promise I'll be back." Mizu swore, pressing a kiss to your forehead with her palms on either temple. "I'm gonna finish my mission and I'll be back before you know it, and we're gonna live a normal life."

"We can't, you know that!" you argued but melted at her soothing touch. "Women can't be wed with one another, women can't buy property, women can't have kids together..." you trailed. "Besides, I know you'll never be done with this endless path of vengence..."

"I hate when you say things like that, my love," Mizu cooed. "Lips as lovely as yours have no place uttering words so violent. You leave all that talk to me." A moment of silence passed between the two of you before she mushed you away enough to hold you at arm's length. "I promise you that I'll be back, and when I am, I'm going to marry you, (Y/N)."

"But how..." you sighed, immense sadness for the death of a dream making your chest hurt.

"I'm a man in the eyes of the law." she smirked. "I can travel unaccompanied, own land and property, and marry who I damn well choose. And...I choose to marry you. If you'll have me?"

You'd never seen Mizu so enthusiastically sure of anything, short of destroying her bloodline. It made you feel incredibly special, the amount of passion she seemed to carry for this. "I'll have you, but I have a few conditions."

"Which are?" she cocked a brow.

You reached up and cupped her cheeks with both hands. "Come back to me in one piece, promise me you will."

Mizu smiled, studying your face lovingly. "I promise I will."

"And I want a farm near Osaka so I can see my family, and I want children to chase around the yard." you dreamed.

"A farm in Osaka, got it," she snickered. "Though knocking you up may be a different story."

"We'll adopt some!" you chirped.

"I think I can do that," Mizu sighed happily, nuzzling into your throat. "I promise a thousand times, my love."

Almost as quickly as she appeared, she was leaving again, begrudgingly tearing herself away from you. "Promise to write me," you sniffled, getting ready to cry again as she helped you back into your chair.

"I will, but it'll be under an alias." she agreed, brushing the hair out of your face and gathering your things to put within your reach. "But you gotta promise me something too."

"Anything."

"Darling, wait for me."

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the-kr8tor · 5 months

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Hii this is my first ask, and I was wondering if I could get a hobie x gn!reader who's kind of like pearl from steven Universe? Like something going on with her, but she doesn’t open up because she doesn't have a good handle on emotions of other people, nor of her own? Idk the idea just came to me 😭. Anyways I love all your works and you are such a talented writer. Have a good day/night/afternoon, and remember to rest, eat food, and drink water 🌟

Thank you for requesting, lovely! I'm not quite familiar with pearl's character (I only know her from the few episodes I've watched) so I hope I wrote this okay 💛 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, cw panic attack, cw drinking, FLUFF

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The leather seats squeak under you, Hobie's arm slung over your shoulders, a cold pint in your hand. The condensation drips on your pants uncomfortably, the loud chatter of the pub makes you grit your teeth. Stuck on the inside of the booth, you stare blankly at a random nail poking out of the table. Your fists tighten around the glass of your abandoned drink.

The walls feel like they're closing in on you.

“Oi,” you feel your chest tighten, the air hot against your cheeks. “Love?” there's fingers rubbing softly on your wrist. “Y/N” you blink back to the present.

The entire table has their eyes on you. You clench your jaw together.

“Yeah? Sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought.” You chuckle humorlessly. “What were you saying, Hobie?”

Hobie's eyes are soft on you, “I was tellin’ them about that weird lookin’ dog we saw yesterday.” he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. “‘m gonna go out for a smoke, come with me?”

For a second you thought he's addressing someone else, but he only looks at you with a faint smile on his lips. It's enough to make you say yes.

“Okay” you slide out of the booth, blood rushing back to your legs.

Hobie cups your hand unabashedly, his friends hoot and holler. He flips them off without letting you go.

“Where are you lot goin’? Bathroom's that way!” One of his mates comments.

Hobie whispers in your ear, doing his best not to shout despite the roaring laughter behind you and the karaoke echoing throughout the old pub. “Don't mind them, yeah?”

You could only nod, the sweaty bodies you're weaving around makes you hold on to him tighter.

Exhaling, you finally feel like you can breathe again. Unclenching your fist, stretching your fingers, you find the crescent shapes on your palms. Large hands slide to your palm, wrapping your entire hand in both of his hands. He rubs at the skin gently, calloused fingers careful against the angry marks.

Hobie doesn't talk, you watch his face illuminated by the single street light. His brows are furrowed, lips tightly closed.

“You're angry” you break the silence.

“What?” He blinks in surprise, hands paused on your palm.

“I'm sorry, I wasn't listening”

He'd think you were joking if not for the serious look on your face. “Not angry, love. Don't” Hobie surrenders your hand back to you, opting to hold your face in his hands. You let him, leaning on his touch. “Don't apologize. Were you uncomfortable inside?”

“I’m—” he encourages you to continue with his thumb massaging your cheek, his rings are cold against your searing skin, a nice reprieve from the warmth. “Yes, I was. I should've said something, sorry–”

Hobie cuts your unnecessary apology off with a soft kiss on your forehead. Shutting you up completely, skin warm once again but for a different, better reason.

“Works like a charm” he chuckles at your flustered face.

You hold his hands that's still glued to your face, not to take it off, no, but to show your own affection, knowing you won't be able to say a single word after what he did. You'll surely mess it up or get tongue tied.

Hobie beams at you, moving your face gently to the side to pepper your temple with not one or two but seven kisses. Each longer than the last until you laugh quietly in the dingy alleyway.

“There,” he huffs like he's out of breath. “I wasn't letting you go without hearing that laugh of yours.” You tilt your head to face him better. “What do you say we go home?”

“What about your friends?”

You keep finding yourself laughing more around him. “Okay, let's go home”

“They're your friends too.” You smile softly at his words. “Fuck ‘em, they didn't even laugh at the funny lookin' dog I showed ‘em.”

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thisloveislikeabattle · 7 months

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SandRay is just AkkAyan spelled differently

I've lost count of the number of rewatches I've done of The Eclipse since watching it six months ago for the very first time, but once Only Friends started airing I haven't done any rewatch, just because all my thoughts these past weeks have been obsessively about Sand and Ray

BUT yesterday I found myself watching it again after months and when I got to episode 11 it hit me: SandRay's dynamic when it comes to taking care of each other is the same as AkkAyan's but backwards.

Let me explain, I was watching this specific scene

And this thought came into my mind: "If in The Eclipse it's Khaotung's character that takes care of First's character, especially when it comes to emotional needs, in Only Friends it's actually the opposite with First's character taking care of Khaotung's character"

Since then I haven't been able to stop noticing all the ways Ayan and Sand mirror each other when caring for their partners

Ayan looked at Akk, and saw something extraordinary. He saw this beautiful broken boy, who was hurting so much and doing it all wrong, he saw him holding on to a very thin thread just on the verge of letting go. Ayan saw all the love Akk needed, and despite being very broken himself, he never ever let go of him.

Akk did bad things and said awful stuff and pushed Aye away time and time again, and still Aye stayed right were he was and held him up every time Akk hit the ground.

Showed him how despite all his flaws, all his mistakes, he was still someone worthy of love.

And so throughout their journey Ayan gave his heart and soul, took all the love he could muster and stood firm by Akk's side, no matter what.

Ayan made no excuses for Akk's behavior, held him accountable, called him out when he was doing something wrong and at the same time offered Akk all the support he needed to get out of that bad place because he knew how necessary it was to have a support system.

And isn't that exactly what Sand has been doing with Ray ever since he first saw him, left alone, drunk as hell, getting into his car without any concern for his life?

Just like Ayan, Sand has found this special fragile boy who needs lots and lots of love. And where Akk wanted acceptance and to be good for others, Ray only wants to be loved and to be someone's priority for once in his life.

Even the little things Sand does for Ray. And yes, we joke about Ray being Sand's spoiled princess, but before Sand came into Ray's life, did anyone ever treat him with this much care and affection? No.

Lighting up his cigarettes, cooking for him, helping him with his helmet, driving him around, changing his dirty clothes when Ray is too passed out to care, going after him no matter what Ray said or did, shaving him...

Yes, Sand is a natural caregiver and perhaps acts of service are his love language, but to me the point is that Sand is able to see the full potential Ray could reach.

Sand knows how precious he truly is; with patience and love and care, with someone by his side ready to fight the battle with him, someone who will not give up on him, Ray may one day be able to blossom into this wonderful person that he is capable of being.

Until that moment comes, Sand will be there for him like no one ever has before. Because Sand looks at Ray and sees someone worth fighting for, someone worthy of love.

And yes, I am aware that Ayan and Sand are very different characters, they are at different points and have different expectations when it comes to relationships.

Even the way they handle things when it comes to love is different: Ayan is very much open and ready and unafraid to communicate what he wants from Akk, while Sand is emotionally constipated, with his walls all up, still falling hard but refusing to admit it even to himself.

Yet the way Ayan and Sand care for their loved ones appears to me as the very same.

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damn-stark · 9 months

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Chapter 15 The songchord of the twins

Chapter 15 of Moonlight

A/N- Missing Cregan 😕

Warning- Swearing, angst, fluff, blood, death and violence, talks of miscarriage, labor, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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Mercy, that’s what the man who tried to kill you keeps saying since he saw you. Since he saw you plead for the children’s life yesterday he expects the same. Except they didn’t try to kill you, nor did they sneak into your chambers, this man did.

And he refuses to say anything too. They’ve been interrogating him since last night. Or at least that’s what Ser Criston says, who knows if it’s actually true—maybe he was the one that wanted you killed for getting too involved. He quickly volunteered to interrogate the man too, it would benefit him to say that the man held his tongue. After all Aemond wouldn’t even have a clue because he refused to leave your side after.

The only time Aemond did leave you alone was in the morning, but even then he didn’t trust Alys alone with you, so he left four guards inside your chambers to watch over you until he came back. And when Aemond did return he held his meeting inside your new chambers too. It’s some miracle he wasn’t the one that helped you dress you this morning.

Yet, having him basically breathe down your neck doesn’t really bother you, you like him being around you, you like being protected regardless of how many times you say you can do it yourself. You like his vengeful anger all just to protect you. Cregan—no.

Anyway, you take pleasure in being loved, and so beyond protected by him that he wouldn’t let you go, that he’d kill someone for you. That’s why you’re so attached, why you can’t seem to let him go either, because you know he’d burn the world if you asked, Cregan would probably let you die rather than burn the world, but that’s their difference in morality. You admire it from Cregan. And well, Cregan didn’t kill Lucerys, or go against your mother for a man that isn’t worth following.

Regardless! It smells like piss and shit, the man just shit himself as Aemond points the tip of his sword against his eye.

“Please Princess,” the creepy man keeps begging you. He even throws himself on the mud to plead his case. You sigh deeply and finally drop your gaze to look down at him.

How pathetic, just yesterday he was acting like the toughest man, now he’s weeping and covered in snot.

“Mercy,” he begs.

Hm.

“Fine,” you break your silence, earning shocked stares from everyone that was gathered around to watch the execution. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Y/N,” Aemond mutters, but you ignore him to continue and share the plan that came to mind.

“As long as I don’t find you. Or as long as my Astraea, or my husband don’t find you either.” You continue, and slowly make the man lift his gaze, but it quickly shifts to Astraea behind you leaning her head forward—“it’s a simple game. You’ll have a ten minute head start, after that you’ll feel the fear I did while everything around me burnt away. When you put that blade against my unborn children, and my neck.”

The man gets on his knees and looks even more terrified than relieved. Which is a success. You like to have fun too, regardless of how much you love that Aemond is seeking his revenge for you.

“But—”

“No,” you cut him off, “the time starts now. You better hope my dragon doesn’t find you. She does like to play with her food.”

The man blinks repeatedly in disbelief, he then looks over at Aemond as if seeking his approval. But all Aemond does is smirk maliciously. So when the man realizes that you’re being serious and that the men around you are following along, he quickly gets up but slips as he does. And when he begins to sprint away, he keeps stumbling over his own feet and the mud that the rain is creating.

Before he’s out of sight you turn and take your bow and arrow from one of your guards. Aemond takes this time to finally question your choices that you hadn’t discussed with him beforehand. “What do you think you’re doing? Why didn’t you tell me what you wanted to do?”

You begin to fix the string on your bow as you respond unbothered. “It just came to mind,” you share honestly. “Besides he wanted to kill me, he threatened the twins, our unborn children,” you say and turn to face him to grab his hand and press it against your belly. “Don’t you think I deserve to have the pleasure of executing this man?”

Aemond clenches his jaw and grabs your arm to lean closer and speak quieter. “You're in no condition to be running around.”

You lean towards him while you reach for his sword sheathed at his side. “Aemond, my love, I appreciate what you’re doing. I love it, but this is mindless fun. Please. We can do it together. You can execute him, just let me defend myself. I mean, I almost died because of him, I felt useless for the first time yesterday, let me make that up. Please.”

Aemond hesitates, so you pull out his sword and push his handle towards him.

“You know me, Aemond. You know I’m capable of hunting this man, and to wield weapons. I’m a Princess yes, but I’m a warrior too. You know that, you’ve known that. Don’t you love that about me?” You ask.

Aemond sighs out of pure annoyance to your persistence, but he doesn’t hesitate to answer you. “Yes. But it’s different. You’re not on dragonback. You’re close to going into labor. If something happens—”

You lift your hands to cup his cheeks and share a soft smile. “You’ll be with me the entire time. I’m wearing a chest plate. I’ll be fine.” You assure him. “Let’s show them we aren't to be messed with. That we are true warriors like our ancestors before us. That we’re the very image of our house, and who they should truly look up to.”

Half of what you just said was just to persuade him in ways that only you knew would work, and get him to accept you. It’s not to say you don’t actually believe what you said. You do, you live by it.

“Fine,” Aemond finally gives in with a small prideful smirk. “Let’s go find this man.”

You flash him a grin and then steal a sweet kiss from his lips. “I love you,” you murmur against his lips.

Aemond looks at you with a soft loving gaze before he turns around to look where you had last see the man, but he isn’t there anymore, or further down the street. He’s running through the woods. Smart.

He’s probably a local, he knows them better than Aemond and you, if he had a chance to escape the forest is his guarantee at it. But he’s underestimating you.

You’ll have to thank Cregan for teaching you how to hunt. Even through muddy terrains and rainy weather.

“The guards can stay here,” you demand and walk away from the umbrella that kept you dry, to lead the way through the woods. “They’ll only scare him off.”

You don’t see Ser Criston’s reaction, or that of the other people, you just walk on ahead after the footprints the man left behind. And Aemond, of course, quickly catches up to your side.

“He’s scared,” you tell Aemond as you lift your gaze off the footprints and steal a glance at Astraea as she ascends to the sky to join in the hunt as well—“He won’t be hard to find. He’ll be hiding or sloppily trying to lose our trail.”

“How do you know?” He asks.

You scoff as if it’s not obvious. “It’s instinct. Like an animal. Except animals are smarter when in danger.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” he counters softly.

You can’t really say that Cregan taught because well, you aren’t stupid enough to give that away. Nor can you tell him that your father could’ve taught you because he would know you’d be lying. So you’ll lie differently. “Lady Arra Norrey. She was the late wife of Lord Cregan Stark, and I was her ward. We became friends so she taught me.”

You can feel Aemond’s stare, but you know he’s not debating whether you’re lying or not, he’s just taking in what you said.

“You didn’t tell me,” he mentions.

You look over at him as you enter the woods, and scoff. “I would always tell you to take me hunting. You never wanted to.”

Aemond meets your gaze with a serious look and hums.

You snicker and nudge him. “Come,” you change the subject. “He’s gone this way.”

Aemond follows you, he follows your lead for some time, but he then tries to get ahead of you. He tries to lead the way, he did for sometime, but you’re quicker and smarter at this. You manage to spot a cave before you come across it, so you grab Aemond’s arm and pull him back with you.

You don’t say anything though, you simply tilt his head towards the direction of the cave so he can spot it himself.

The footprints keep going the other way, but Astraea is roaming the skies now too, he probably saw her and wanted to get out of her sight for the best chance of survival. Smart. But not enough. This is where he dies.

Thus, you pick up a small pebble off the ground. As you get up Aemond is about to speak, but you cover his mouth with your hand and put your finger against your lips.

“He’s gone this way,” you make sure to announce loudly whilst you hold Aemond’s gaze. “Come.” You throw the pebble where the false footprints lead, and quickly pull Aemond with you behind a tree to hide.

Your husband looks at you with a desire that makes his blue eyes darker, but he also looks at you with surprise that you knew this much. It excites him, and makes him desire you even more. But you’re currently working a task so he holds back. Besides just as you predicted, branches crack in the distance where the cave is. When you peek past the tree you’re against, you see the man coming out cautiously.

He’s gonna run the other way in an attempt to trick you, but you’re watching him so. And, just as he begins to sprint away, you come out of hiding whilst you draw back the bowstring.

Your swollen belly bothers the way you usually aim though. “Damn,” you grumble and shift your bow and stance so it’s not bothering you. When you’re comfortable with your position you then point ahead again. You draw out a deep exhale out of your mouth, and then clench your jaw in anger. And just before the man can get in your aim you let your arrow loose.

“Y/N,” Aemond begins to protest, but just before he can finish, the arrow hits the man right in the arm. And as to not let him escape you quickly pull out another arrow, and this one hits him right in his thigh, managing to knock the man off his feet and hit the muddy ground.

“Were you doubting me, dearest?” You tease Aemond as you hang your bow around you.

Aemond smirks at you softly and shakes his head while he caresses your chin. “I shouldn't have.”

He’s right he shouldn't have. Cregan wouldn’t have.

“Come,” you say and grab his hand. “You have a man to kill.”

Aemond’s smirk deepens, and he doesn’t fret to lead the way towards the man trying to drag himself away. When you do reach him, Aemond steps down on his bleeding wound, making him cry out.

“Please,” the man continues to beg. “It was Christopher Rivers, he gave me the order to kill the Princess. He works for someone at King’s Landing. But he won’t say who.”

So it was the Greens then. Again.

“Where is he?” Aemond demands to know as he drags his sword up to man’s eye. “Where is this man now?”

The creepy man swallows thickly. “Home,” he reveals shakily. “He lives in the village near here.”

Aemond hums and without warning stabs the sword in the man’s eye.

The man shrieks out, and you stiffen but keep your eyes on what’s happening.

When blood is pouring out of the man’s eye socket, and the eye itself is stuck to Aemond’s sword, he pulls it out, and then with one swift and mighty swing he cuts the man’s head clean off.

You feel no shame this time. Not after he attempted to kill you. “Bring the body too,” you let Aemond know. “Astraea can eat it.”

Aemond hums, and before wasting more time under the rain, you walk out of the woods. When you meet up with Ser Criston and the other men, Aemond gives you credit for the hunt and the critical hits you blew, but the men don’t care for you, they celebrate Aemond for giving the finishing blow.

So much for that. Hmph.

Yet, your annoyance doesn’t last because after Aemond mounts the man’s head on a spike over the entrance gate, he announces something else. “Bring back everyone that was spared yesterday. I’m going to finish what I started.”

His men don't even hesitate to listen, they run off to do as commanded.

“Aemond,” you try to protest. “The children had nothing to do with this. Don’t bring them into it. The man is dead. He’s gone.”

Aemond meets your gaze and cups your jaw. “You heard him, a bastard demanded you be killed—”

“But he was taking orders,” you cut him off. “We can just go after him. And that’s that. But—”

“No,” Aemond interrupts you and pulls you closer to him. “I won’t risk your life again. Nor that of my unborn children. You barely made it out, I won’t run the risk of your death becoming a reality.” He shakes his head, and his gaze softens. “I need you with me. I need you. You’re my light, without you I'll be left in the dark wandering life aimlessly. I can’t and I won’t see you die.”

You press your hands against his chest and look at him with defeat. But he takes that as appreciation. Which, you were touched by his words, but you felt mostly guilt over what he wants to do because this time there’s no mercy left to give.

“At least,” you say quietly. “Spare my handmaiden. Please.”

Aemond looks confused and over all disgusted by your request, but he nods nonetheless. “Fine.”

You muster a sweet smile before you embrace him so he won’t see your guilt and defeat that make your eyes water. He of course doesn’t hold back from hugging you back and kissing the top of your head for comfort.

“<I love you,” he whispers against you. “Now and forever.>”

You exhale softly and mirror his words. “<I love you too…Now and forever.>”

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*LATER*

The slaughter was distasteful, you couldn’t stomach all those poor children crying out for mercy, crying out in pain. You couldn’t stomach the smell of death, the foul smell that came from the courtyard in their last moments of life before Aemond just swung his sword over them as if they were nothing but cattle to be slaughtered.

You left Dragonstone after protesting that what Daemon did was immoral, but now you have to stand and watch as Aemond does worse. So now you understand that your anger then was stupid, blinding.

Yet you don’t show your discomfort so as to not appear weak in front of the men, they already hated you. The vomit that did crawl up your throat, you swallowed back. You just watched numbly and wished nothing more but to be home with your mother, with Aerion. You want to talk to Baela, you want to see your grandfather. You miss them. You want to go home.

“Here,” Alys breaks you from your train of thought to hand you a single green leaf.

You narrow your gaze slightly and let out a nervous giggle. “A leaf?”

Alys scoffs softly and takes the leaf off your palm to twirl it in between her fingers. “It’s a raspberry leaf, it’s known to help women with labor.”

You smile softly and take it back. “Really? Ah, well it’s probably something I’ve used already. I just didn't know. Thank you.”

“I’ll make it into tea for you later,” she says and continues to walk with you down the hall. “You should know your herbs. Princess or not it’s important.”

You sigh. “Yes I should. I know some that my friend helped me identify in the forest. But…no matter how much I want to learn I think I’m used to having everything given to me without explanation.”

Alys smirks. “Can’t say I’d complain either if everything was handed to me on a silver platter.”

“Gold,” you snicker.

Alys’s green eyes dart to you, and she passes you a pointed look you laugh at.

“I’ll be honest, I’m grateful I was born a princess. I used to wish to be a commoner, to be able to leave whenever I wanted to, but now I’m glad I was born in my family.” You tell her with a soft smile. “I mean I think I still wish to leave on a ship, sail from land to land. Fly and fly with no real aim, but it’s different now. Everything is different.”

“What is?” Alys asks.

You come to a slow stop and slowly look out the large arched window. Alys doesn’t hesitate to stop with you, but she watches you rather than the falling rain outside. “Now,” you continue to share. “All I want is to go back home.” You approach the large window and rest your hands on the stone windowsill. “Yet,” you mutter and look away from the falling rain. “I can’t be home in peace…” you pause

A spider begins to crawl down the side and across the sill, you watch it stay in its normal slow pace before you kill it. “…until my enemies are crushed,” you finish saying.

Alys let’s out a deep breath and slowly approaches your side. As you hear her get closer the guards that had been trailing behind you shift closer just in case. But they shouldn’t fear her, you don’t.

“I believe,” she begins to say as she takes the leaf from your hand again. “That out of everyone, you can do it.” She lifts her green eyes that blazed brightly. “Watching you walk out of that fire unscathed proves you are the very dragon of your house, the dragon your husband can never be.”

You blink in slight surprise to her words, but manage to break from it to face your guards. “Leave us.” You demand.

Albeit the guards just stand still.

“I said leave us!” You demand louder. “And unless you want your eyes to be plucked out of your skull, I recommend you listen.” You sneer sharply.

The men look at each other, they hesitate, but they then turn on their heels and march away. It’s once they’re out of sight that you face Alys again. “It’s just heat tolerance,” you make excuses for what happened. For something you haven’t given much thought because if you do you’ll fall in a spiral of just thinking, of trying to come up with reasons as to why it happened.

“No,” Alys quickly turns you down. “If that was the case you would have died on your way out of your chambers. Your gown turned to ash, your hair stayed on your head, you are special.”

You scoff and laugh as you shake your head. “No. I’m a girl that comes from a family of dreamers, of dark magic users. It’s probably—”

“Just because your husband and the men around you don’t believe, doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she argues and takes your hands to pull them towards her. “You are special.”

She’s right, Aemond didn’t really think deeply into how it was possible that you lived yesterdays events. He said you got lucky, that you were smart to avoid the fire and take your gown off so you wouldn't be engulfed in flames. His men believe you just practically skipped over halls covered in burning flames. And no matter how many times you’ve proved yourself that those theories are wrong, you began to believe it too out of the sake of your sanity

“I saw you, Princess,” Alys says with an intense stare. “I saw you coming before you had even set foot out of your castle.”

What?

“I saw you and your husband, but it’s you I saw the most. I saw you surrounded by fire,” she adds. “I didn’t know what that meant until yesterday, when I saw you covered in ash outside of the burning tower.”

“Are you…a red priestess?” You ask out of curiosity.

“No,” Alys scoffs. “Nothing that fancy. I just see visions of what’s going to happen, or what’s happening. So I know you’re blessed, just like me.”

There was no alarm going off in your mind that’s telling you to not trust her, or to not believe what was coming out of her mouth. You believe every word. Or at least it’s easier to come to terms with the things she says she can do—or see.

“I told you that you need to prove to me that you should be respected,” she continues, and leans in closer. “I’m at your service. You tell me who you want crushed and I’ll make sure that they are.”

A friend? An ally to help this war come to a quicker end? How can you not say no.

“I should be cautious,” you admit. “But…I’m tired of losing my family. I want to go home…” you lower your gaze and sigh deeply. “What can you do?”

Alys pulls her hands away and looks out the window. “Many things,” she says. “Tell me what you want and I can find a way to do it.”

You hum and glance down the hall to make sure it’s clear before you lean in closer and speak quietly so people won’t hear. “I need you to cause a rift in a relationship. Get rid of a pest that’s been bothering me since I was a little girl.” You lick your lips and begin to smirk maliciously. “Don’t kill him, that will just make things suspicious. I just need you to…mess with his mind. You see my husband and Ser Criston have this bond like that of a father and son. Ser Criston has followed Aemond blindly since Aegon got injured…I can handle my husband, but it’s Ser Criston I need you to play with.”

Alys snickers. “I see the tension between the two of you,” she points out.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. “Ever since I can remember he's had this resentment towards me. I don’t know why, but he’s never been kind,” you grumble and pull away from the window to continue walking down the hall. “That’s why I need him out of here, or at least a bit manic so he makes poor decisions and creates some rift in this war. Just something to get him to lose.”

Alys was of course following beside you, so you don’t miss her nodding in comprehension.

“You don’t need to sleep with the man, okay? He’s an incel for one, and two, I don’t want you to do that for me. Just do what you can, do something…witchy.”

Alys let’s out a soft laugh at your choice of words, but nods nonetheless. “I know a few ways to do what you need of me,” she assures you.

You grin and quickly hook your arm around hers out of glee, managing to catch her off guard and grow stiff at the way you’re holding her.

“Great!” You exclaim. “If It’s money you want I can give you some in return. I of course will keep you under my protection, and from my Aemond’s path of revenge.” You try to comfort her.

“I don’t need money,” she rebuttals. “I believe in you. I’m at your service. All I ask of you is not to betray me.”

You drift your gaze to the side and make sure to meet her gaze. “That works both ways, Alys Rivers.”

Said women begins to smirk and offers you a small nod. You grin at her brightly and go on to look ahead.

Alas that’s when you spot Aemond entering the hall you're walking in. He’s with the guards you ordered away, and he looks annoyed.

“What are you doing?” Aemond sneers, and quickly catches Alys and shoots her dirty look before he storms towards you and pulls you away from her. “I placed guards with you for a reason. They’re here to protect you when I can’t,” he scolds you. “They’re meant to be with you at all times.”

You rip your arm away from his grip and glare at him. “You’re hurting me,” you grumble. “I just wanted to talk to Alys about women stuff, I can’t possibly do that with men around me. It was just for a few minutes, and nothing happened.”

“No, you’re lucky. She could’ve killed you,” he points at Alys. “Someone else could’ve.”

“But they didn’t!” You argue back. “I'm fine. I'm fine, Aemond. You needn’t worry. Okay?” You assure him while you grab his hands for comfort. “I'm okay. See?” You say as you press his palm against your chest so he can feel your heart beating. “My hearts beating. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” You muster a smile so he can be more at ease. “What do you say we go to our chambers and rest? I'm cold, I require some warmth from your embrace.” You giggle.

Aemond smiles down, and you press a kiss on his cheek before you caress his cheek. “Come. You can protect me all you want on our way there,” you snicker.

Aemond rolls his eye, but he doesn’t turn you down, he lets you hook your arm around his, and walks you to your chambers where it’s only the two of you. Just the way he likes it.

You can’t do much since you’re still heavily with child, but he does the best he can to pleasure you, and you do the best you can to pleasure him in the moment of peace you have. And just like you wanted he keeps you secured and warm in his embrace, letting you feel what you longed for, comfort and safety, love most of all.

Yet there was one thing missing. Home.

——

*SOMETIME LATER*

Gods…their voices are starting to sound like the constant annoying sound of a hammer against a fucking nail. It’s so dreading. Especially as sharp aches have been hitting your lower stomach. Not labor pain, you would have recognized that, it’s something else. It’s more painful. The only reason why you haven’t told Alys about it is because it’s probably normal, one of the twins is probably just kicking too hard, or moving to get ready to move out.

So you don’t bother anyone and just try your best to ignore the pain and listen as best you can. But again, it’s all dull talk. The only important news you did hear was that Ser Otto Hightower died sometime after your mother took her throne. Daemon did it the scroll read—good riddance to that old man.

Another piece of news was told too, this one wasn’t as exciting to you though; they said that the money that belonged to the Crown is gone from the vaults, leaving your mother to interrogate the Master of Coin and strategize some way to get the money back.

Perhaps you’ll ask Aemond later. He’ll probably tell you if you ask nicely. After all, you still are Princess Regent!

Furthermore, there’s more news that’s currently being told, and this one is quite thrilling. Which is that Ser Jason Lannister lost his life. As to who else? Or what were other casualties? You can’t know because the squire keeps pausing. As if he’s afraid to share what else there is to know.

“Well,” you interject in annoyance. “Spit it out already. We don’t have all day.”

The man swallows thickly and lets out a shaky sigh before he continues to read the scroll in his hand. “The Battle by the Lakeshore was lost. We took heavy losses, two thousand and more.”

And by a bunch of old men too. Way to go! Then again why did you expect otherwise, Northernmen are tougher than men in the south.

“The Westernmen were—” yet before the squire can finish, suddenly Aemond slams his fists on the table before he charges at the shaken squire, and wraps his hands around the boy's throat to begin strangling him out of anger.

“Aemond,” you call out and struggle to push yourself up. “Aemond.”

None of the other men tried to interject, they only watched Aemond succumb to his anger brought by more defeat. You though, you do try something even if the pain heighted as you stood up.

“My love,” you interject and grab Aemond’s arm. “He isn’t the man you should be angry at. He’s only a squire. Nothing more.”

Aemond scoffs and snaps his gaze to you. He looks into your pleading eyes, and sighs before he finally lets the poor squire go.

You offer Aemond a sweet smile and turn him away from the boy so he can catch his breath. Just before you can walk back to your spot around the table though, you just peer back at the squire with a serious face. “Get out of here,” you command so he wouldn't get hurt again. “Your presence isn’t needed anymore.”

“We need to discuss other matters,” you direct at Aemond and the group of men. “Like what we’re going to eat. How we will replenish our stables. We’re running short, and everything around here is burnt.”

Aemond pulls back your chair and helps you sit down.

“Well,” Ser Criston pitches with his head down. “We could withdraw South. If we stay here we’ll get surrounded and starve.”

“We can’t go back to the capital,” you argue. “At least not while every Dragonrider is still there.” Pain hits you again, sharper this time, like if you’re getting stabbed by sharp needles. However, you keep ignoring it right now or else these fucking men wont take you seriously.

“Vhagar—”

“Is big and experienced,” you cut Ser Mayfist off. “But once they see Aemond and Vhagar, she’s what they’ll target. We can’t just go in like fucking fools. We need to play smart. Wait.”

“Wait here?” Ser Criston snaps. “Might as well be dead then.”

Pain hits you again, this time you try your best to silence your groan while you press your belly hidden under the table. You don’t think Aemond catches you, but he does notice.

“My Prince,” Ser Criston continues with more desperstation. “You must hear my plea.”

Aemond walks towards the table and presses his hands on the table to lean in and respond nonchalantly. “Only a craven runs from traitors, Ser Criston. You taught me that.”

The knight draws in a deep breath as he holds Aemond’s hardened gaze and says nothing.

“This meeting is dismissed for now,” Aemond cuts the meeting short. “My y/n requires my attention.”

What?

Aemond offers you his hand, and you look at him confused, but take it nonetheless and let him help you to your feet.

“But—”

“Come up with an actual strategy Ser Criston,” Aemond snaps back as he presses one of his hands on your back. “And then come talk to me. Until then, no one disturb us.”

Just like that Aemond takes you with him out of the hall. You don’t bring up any battle strategies because the way he’s thinking benefits you, so it’s best if you stay quiet and just talk about matters not related to war.

“Are you okay?” Aemond asks you as you walk out of the dark hall and enter the south hall that leads to your chambers. “I heard you in there. Are you having your labors?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “No. You’d know. I think it’s just one of the babes, they’re really fussy.” You groan and drop your head on his shoulder as you hug his arm. Aemond then presses a kiss on the top of your head that makes you grin.

“We’ll meet them soon,” you muse in awe. “I feel it. And when they’re here we can finally bring out the dragon eggs that we brought. With luck they’ll hatch and we’ll have a black and a green hatchling! The second coming of Balerion and Vhagar.” You beam ahead.

“Aegon then, for a boy,” Aemond shares.

You look over at him with a pointed look. “Oh gods please no. We have too many Aegon’s right now as it is. I like our choices. We'll confuse the realm otherwise.”

Aemond chuckles softly.

You smile but it’s faint and short. “You think they’ll hatch? Aerion’s didn’t.”

Aemond sighs. “They will, I’m sure of it. And Aerion will claim his own dragon when he’s older. Like I did.”

Your smile returns wider now. “See I told you you had to be patient. I’m sorry such a happy night had to be spoiled though.”

“I was going to tell you, you know,” he says. “I was going to go find you in your chambers just to tell you.”

You grin and lift your head off his shoulder to meet his gaze. “Really? I was going to be the first?” You probe happily. “How exciting!”

Aemond hums.

As you reach the stone stairs that lead to the hall you’re staying at, you groan out of annoyance. So many stairs!

“Come I’ll help you,” Aemond says sweetly as he grabs your arm and guides you forward.

“It’s not that,” you grumble. “It’s the fact that there’s so many.” You look up at all the stairs that you have yet to climb and groan, but continue on ahead slowly by surely.

Why can’t he just carry you up those fucking stairs? It’d be much easier!

Nevertheless, when you reach the tenth stair you have to take a small break. “Fuck. I’m never having twins again. This is terrible.”

“Oh, really? I think it’s a blessing,” Aemond deadpans.

You blink and drag your eyes up to glare at him. When you meet his gaze he begins to show off half a grin.

“<You’re not funny,>” you grumble in Valyrian, and then proceed to push him away from you. “I’ll do it myself.” You continue to climb up, and Aemond doesn’t take long at all to catch up.

However you end up stopping again as you’re hit with a sharp pain.

“Gods,” you groan and grab at your belly.

Aemond instantly presses his hand on your back and leans down to try and meet your gaze. “What’s wrong? Should I get the maester?”

You let out a small breath and shake your head. “No, no. It’s okay. Let’s just get to our chambers. I think I just need to lie down.”

Aemond lets out a deep sigh and continues to help you climb the stairs.

“So,” you change the subject so you can keep your mind off the pain. “What are your plans now? Are we going to lure Daemon out? Or wipe out the surrounding enemies?”

“I wish to face my uncle, but considering they’ve just arrived at King’s Landing, it’s doubtful he’ll leave Rhaenyra’s side so soon,” he comments. “I'm going to find some way to lure him and others out to face me.”

You hum in comprehension. “Your hand would advise otherwise,” you say.

Aemond scoffs. “My hand wants to lose. If he marches out he’s nothing but a craven. There’s ways to continue fighting without running with his tail tucked between his legs.”

“Like?” You probe.

Aemond looks at you and mutters coldly. “Dragons.”

You nervously swallow thickly, but nod in agreement. You don’t add anything on the matter even if you want him to explain what plans he’s plotting with that meaning. Instead comment on other important matters.

“And Aegon? What will you do about him? Once he’s better he’ll require your help once more, he can’t do this alone. We both know he doesn’t have the mindset for it.”

Aemond let’s out a deep sigh and stops with you as you finally reach the top of the fucking stairs. “As you know, he’s not recovered enough to be present or coherent. I…”

You look over at him and see him tuck in his bottom lip, meaning he’s upset about what’s on his mind.

“What?” You press him softly.

Aemond meets your gaze. “I’d rather he not recover soon. Even if it means he's in pain and lost in his dreams. I want him to wake up again, I do,” he explains himself. “I want him to be the man that he was before, but…” he licks his lips. “Not yet.” He holds your gaze and without asking, without a single word you see the question he’s asking you in his gaze; “Does it make me a bad person?”

A power hungry one, but not bad. Not to you at least. So you caress his arm and assure him without addressing his question directly. “I understand. You just want what's good for your people, and to win this war. I do too.”

Not for Aegon though.

“Aegon will probably wake up angry, want blood for blood and ruin everything you built in his slumber. But I don’t think you should worry, you’re doing good and he’ll listen to you.” You turn and face him to take his hands in yours. “If not, you have the respect of the council. The fear of the people, without you Aegon has nothing but the shame of what he lost in battle. He’ll need you, he’ll have to listen to you. You’ll have control, you will.”

Aemond’s gaze softens and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in and steal a sweet kiss from your lips. “Come,” he changes the subject now that he’s content and comforted by what you said. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Just before you can take a step forward, he bends down and hooks his arms under you to carry you.

You’re surprised by his actions, but you can’t help but laugh. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“I can’t keep walking in that pace,” he teases. “Come on.” He tries his best to quickly get in your chambers, but you’re carrying two beings in you, so you’re slowing him down.

Albeit neither of you mind, you're too taken by your glee to care. When he does eventually make it to your room he kicks the door open and sets you down at the entrance.

“Wow,” you giggle. “It’s like after we got married! You were so sweet then.”

Aemond scoffs. “Aren't I now?”

You shrug. “I don’t know you’ll have to show me. Then I’ll tell you.”

Aemond smirks and carefully cups your cheeks to lean in and kiss you fiercely. You quickly cup his hands and deepen the passion, albeit you then brush your tongue over his bottom lip, making him groan with content.

You giggle softly, and he begins to push you back agasint the round table near the entrance. When your back hits the table you fumble with your hands to get ahold of the surface since neither of you pull away long enough.

Once you do get a hold of the table you push yourself up on the surface to wrap your legs around his waist, whilst you also begin to slide your hands to his buckles over his shirt.

Aemond pulls back and presses a kiss on the corner of your lips before he moves down to leave a trail of kisses on your neck, making you pause your attempts to undress him to instead bask in the pleasure. He finds enjoyment in your actions and snickers as he also slithers his hands to the back of your gown.

However, before he can even try to pull apart your gown, another strong wave of pain hits you. This time it’s stronger and makes you cry out.

Aemond quickly pulls away, and you have to slide off the table to grab your belly.

“Y/N?” Aemond whispers.

You cry out again and feel tears sneaking out. It feels like the pain will last forever, but it calms down. Albeit that’s when you feel something warm streaming down your legs. Something that doesn’t feel right.

“Oh no,” you gasp and quickly pull up your skirts. Aemond watches you not knowing what’s going on.

Not until he sees the blood that’s dripping down your legs.

“I,” you stammer in a shaky voice. “I think the twins are coming.” You reach your hand down to wipe your fingers over the blood just to make sure you’re not panicking.

After all this happened to your mother. She bled before she miscarried Visenya. What if?

No. No.

“Aemond,” you whimper and meet his gaze with tears gleaming over your eyes. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

Another wave of pain hits you right then, and you cry out louder. Aemond grabs your arms and yells out at the guards. “Get the maester! Someone get the fucking maester!”

What if you’re miscarrying too?

Only your mom will know. She needs to be here. You want her here. “Aemond,” you cry, “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay, It’s just the babies, they’re coming. Just…” Aemond trails off and walks you over to sit on the bed. But that hurts, so you get up and begin to pace around.

“Y/N, you need to sit down, it’s not good to be walking around,” Aemond says beside you as he still holds onto your hand. “Please.”

You shake your head and feel more blood dripping down your legs. “No, it hurts. I just need…my mother.” You look over at him and meet his gaze. “Please. I’m scared.”

Aemond swallows thickly knowing that’s something he can’t give you. Instead he leaves your side and charges at one of the guards outside the doors, he grabs them by the collar and sneers. “Bring that bastard handmaiden here.”

“Aemond,” you try to calm him down as you stop to lean against a chair.

Said man looks back and shoves the guard back to return to your side. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “You’ll be okay. I won’t let you die.”

The pain is constant now, and pressure on your lower belly adds to the fire. Aemond tries to sit you down, but the pressure doesn’t let you, and the pain is overwhelming, so you have to keep moving.

“I need my mother please,” you beg mostly without thinking. Your fear just rattles you.

“She won’t come,” Aemond responds. “I'm here.”

You grab his shoulders and don’t feel content by his comment, but you are somewhat assured.

“I’m here,” he whispers and wraps his arms around you to begin rubbing your back, whilst you lean your forehead against his shoulder.

Shortly after the maester comes rushing in with a handful of midwives. “I’m here, forgive me I was at the other side of the castle,” he says quickly. “Bring her here, to the edge of the bed.”

Aemond turns you around and walks you to where the maester points to.

“She started to bleed,” Aemond reveals with panic in his voice. “Is that normal?”

The maester stays quiet and watches you lay back on the bed. It can’t be a good thing.

“Bleeding is normal while in labor,” the maester answers a few seconds later. “I wouldn’t grow concerned, my Prince. Delivering twins is harder than one single babe, there’s so much more strain on the body.”

The maester then proceeds to check you for a moment. When he’s done he lets your skirts go and turns to face Aemond with no expression. “The baby’s are coming. The princess is dilated completely. The first baby’s head is low. I can feel it.”

You smile through your pain and can’t help but bring up a question. “Are they okay? It doesn’t feel right.”

The maester keeps his eyes on Aemond and nods. “Yes. I feel their heartbeats, something within just erupted, causing the bleeding. But the babes should be fine.”

“And the princess?” Aemond asks.

“She’ll be fine for delivery,” he avoids the question, making you grow concerned.

“Aemond,” you mutter as you let the midwives help you sit up. “Aemond, I don’t want to die. I’m scared.”

Said man turns and faces you with concern painted all over his face. “You wont. You wont.” He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

A knock then raps on the door, but they don’t wait for permission, the door opens and Alys walks in. “Princess?” She asks before you see her approaching the cluster of women around you. She instantly notices the blood and exhales deeply.

“What?” You query her reaction. “Is something wrong? Tell me please.”

Alys meets your gaze. “You shouldn't be bleeding this much.” She snaps her head to the maester and shoots him a pointed look. “What have you done to stop it? If she keeps bleeding she’ll die before the babies can come out.”

You look at Aemond with concern, and he approaches Alys to grab her arm and turn her to face him. “Can you help her?”

Alys sighs as she steals a glance at you. “I can try. I have a remedy that can slow the bleeding.” She responds.

“It can harm the children,” the maester argues. “I won’t risk it.”

Aemond let’s Alys go and snaps back at the maester. “And I wont risk letting my wife die.” He turns and points at Alys. “Help her.”

Alys nods and quickly faces the midwives. “Let’s get her in a lighter gown. And have water heated. I’ll fix the remedy in a tea.” Alys steps towards you and meets your gaze. “You’ll be fine, Princess. I know it.”

Tears born out of fear roll out of your eyes. She’s the only person who isn’t against your mother here besides you, everyone else is standing behind Aegon's banners, they won’t listen to you, but she will. “My mother. If…if I don’t make it. Tell her I tried. Please.”

Alys swallows thickly and shakes her head. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll make it. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay,” you mewl. You want something else from her, another message to be sent just in case. But Aemond is here, too many other people are here for you to tell her that you want her to send Cregan a message.

So let’s hope you can see him in person at least once again. You’ll tell him then. As for now you let it go and focus on nothing else but the pain that ensues, the pressure that heightens, and the thick beads of sweat that form all over your body and bathe you completely. Like promised Alys makes the remedy for you, it smells weird and it tastes sour, but you force yourself to drink all of it in one go even if the maester disapproves of it.

The maester also said the babe would come soon, but time passes and everything stays the same. The bleeding slowed down to trickles until finally you didn't feel it anymore. Exhaustion took its place instead, you can’t keep up on your legs anymore, so they have you lay back on the bed. Your desire to have your mom never leaves, you keep asking for her in between the waves of pain that hit you, even if you know your requests are futile.

The fear also doesn’t vanish, but having Aemond holding your hand and refusing to leave your side keeps you as calm as you can be at this very moment. Furthermore, eventually Alys kicks out most of the midwives, leaving just two behind, and taking control herself. You half expected her to kick out the maester who never talked to you or her directly, but he stayed and Alys just kept staring daggers at the old man.

And thankfully after what felt like an eternity of pain, the first babe begins to come out. You push and push with not as much fear because for this babe your senses don’t alarm you, something is still amiss, even if the maester keeps repeating that it’s just nerves. The pain of course is excruciating, but you have gone through this before; you keep telling yourself that. This is nothing to fear, you’ve gone through all this before. You’ll be fine and get to see your twins, you’ll get to raise them.

You want to raise them, you want your mother to meet them, so you fight for that. You muster up strength and push. After a few intense moments finally the first baby comes out and a cry fills the room the moment their lungs draw in their first breath.

“It’s a girl,” the maester announces. “A healthy princess.”

You share a tired but happy look with Aemond. “Daenys,” you whisper.

Aemond nods, and you both quickly snap your attention to the midwife bringing over the babygirl for Aemond to hold.

And perhaps it was bad, terrible of you, but the first thing you pay attention to is her hair. As the midwife brings her close to Aemond, you watch her head. If she has dark hair there’s excuses, but it will make one thing clear to you.

Alas, when the midwife brings her close enough so you can see, you grin with relief as her little strands of hair shine a blond-silver color, just like Aemond’s. She’s Aemond’s baby. She is, you can feel it.

Albeit before you can rejoice over Daenys, the pain continues stronger than before, making you yell out and causing Daenys to shriek out louder too. The midwife continues to try and introduce the baby to Aemond, but he snaps back angrily. “Get that thing away from me.”

She was his, her hair color matched his, there was no sign of anything strange to anger him, or suspect of wrongdoings. So his anger isn’t because of that, but over the fact that the twins could make his worst fear a reality.

“Aemond,” you say hoarsely, and squeeze his hand so he can look at you. “It’s not their fault. Please…don’t be angry at them. Please.”

Aemond scoffs as he shakes his head. “Do you really expect me to love the thing that takes you away from me?” He shakes his head again and caresses your forehead. “No. You can’t ask me that. Don’t ask me that.”

You hold his gaze, you want to argue, plead in the baby's case, but you can’t, more pain bombardes you. The second baby is coming, that sense that somethings amiss fully overwhelms you now. It terrifies you more than before. And the fact that the maester looks nervous when he looks away from you doesn’t ease any worries.

“My prince,” the maester interjects in a cautious voice. “May I speak to you in private?”

Aemond looks at the old man with a clenched jaw before he breaks away from you for the first time to approach the maester by the door.

The maester proceeds to speak in murmurs so you can’t hear what he’s starting to tell Aemond. Thankfully Alys comes to where Aemond once was. “What’s wrong?” You ask her while you keep your eyes on the men. “What’s he telling him?”

“The maester is going to make him—” yet before she can give you an answer, she cuts herself off as Aemond suddenly begins to strangle the maester.

“If my wife dies,” Aemond sneers loudly right by the man’s face. “I’ll make sure you die too. So you better make sure that you save her and only her. You understand?”

“Aemond,” you call out.

But this time he doesn’t listen, you see him tighten his hold around the man’s throat until the maester nods in comprehension.

“The babe is breached,” Alys continues, pulling your eyes away from the maester panting as he catches his breath. “That’s what they’re not telling you.”

You’ve heard of that before, it’s when the baby is coming out the other way around instead of head first. It can be dangerous. Deadly for you and the baby.

Yet it’s not really the baby’s life you fear. You should. That should your priority, but you fear your life more.

“Nothing will happen to you,” Alys assures you. “I swear it.”

You hold her blazing green eyes and exhale softly. “You’ll stay with me right? Don’t leave.” You plead.

Alys’s gaze narrows with determination, but you can see sincerity as well behind her eyes. “Never,” she says.

You muster an exhausted smile and offer her a nod as well. Aemond then comes back and takes his place back at your side.

“You’ll be okay,” he whispers as he wipes the sweat away from your forehead. “You will.” He takes your hand in his and presses a kiss on your knuckles.

Your fate isn’t determined by his words, or promises, but you do feel comforted, like if he could control your fate so you wouldn't meet the darkness that is death today.

“<Now and forever,>” you whisper to him softly. “<We are meant to burn together. Now and forever.>” Your lips twitch to a smile, and Aemond finds some sort of comfort in your words.

Yet it’s not enough because the pain returns. This time it doesn’t take breaks, it’s ongoing, strong and exhausting. You could stay strong and keep awake for the first birth, but this time around it’s getting hard to keep your eyes open. The hold you have around Aemond’s hand loosens, and you begin to heave with the more strain you put on your body so the babe can come out.

“Princess, you have to keep pushing,” the maester exclaims. “The babe is almost out! If you don't, the Princess will suffocate.”

Princess?

“Daenerys,” you whisper happily.

“Y/N,” Aemond whispers by your ear. “My love, you have to keep awake okay?”

You shake your head. “I can’t. I’m tired…please…I want my mother.”

“Get that damn baby out!” Aemond shouts at the maester.

Now your vision begins to blur, and the sounds around you begin to turn to incoherent muffles. However, you still express your emotions to the man beside you. “Aemond…”

Said man meets your gaze with his eye wide and filled with tears. “I’m here,” he says.

He’s the only thing you see, his beautiful face, his gleaming blue eye. Yet what you wanted to tell him doesn’t come out, you can’t finish what you wanted to say. The pain fades completely as a different, sharper cry breaks in the room.

“She’s here! She’s breathing! Healthy!”

“Daenerys,” you muse as your exhaustion begins to take over your mind.

“Y/N?” Aemond calls out and begins to shake you. “You can’t close your eyes. Don’t. Please….”

What does Daenerys look like?

That’s the last thing you think of before the exhaustion forces you unconscious.

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Yesterday I arrived at a Christmas fundraiser event as a volunteer. There were parents and kids, carols and laughter, families dancing and talking in bright voices.

My back was to it all. I guarded the entry table, took money, explained the festivities, and watched them move on. Other volunteers came to talk with me, sat at the table two and three at a time, offered me cocoa and cookies and engaged me in bright conversation while the room reverberated with noise and more families came in and waited expectantly at my table.

Four hours later, I felt like I was going to pass out, but I had two more hours to go. By the time I got home after dark, I was shaking. I felt like my brain had been sucked out with a straw, leaving a rattling ringing in my ears.

This morning, after running tech for the UU service, everyone got up and started talking at once but I couldn't understand them because there was a crashing ocean noise in my skull that rumbled painfully in my ears every time someone made a sound. I had to get out. I picked up my bag, said goodbye, and ran.

For the past few years-- since joining this community and since becoming a manager at work, since I've started running meetings and supervising people and being asked to give every moment of my time to solving other people's personal problems or to noisy, bright, confusing events --I've forced myself to try and be normal.

Normal is taking everything I have, so I keep my abnormalities to myself: my fanfiction, my kids' shows, my fantasy novels, my podcasts, the tent I sleep in every night because it's the only thing that makes me feel safe. These things are secret because they're mine and mine alone. I can't let normal take them, too.

One of those secret things is Hilda.

I adore this show so incredibly much. I feel like it was written just for me: the folklore, the woods, the low-stakes adventures, the knowledge that everything will be okay in the end. This is the world I always wanted. It's the story that I always wanted to write. Even now, its gentle lessons on how to be a good person and how to be a good friend are morals I needed to hear. And I tried applying those lessons: be adventurous, invite others to explore with you, say what's on your mind, ask questions, knock on doors, help where help is needed, engage fully in every conversation, spend all your time with other people, leap first and look later, be loud, and contribute to the noise and color and light. Do all these things and everyone will love you. Keep doing it, even if it hurts. You'll adjust. You'll become resilient. And you'll be happy and you'll make everyone else happy.

But then. Now. There's Louise.

This is me. I'm so quiet that no one sees me, no one knows my name, and when I make a sound people jump. In my overwhelmed and frustrated state, after trying so hard to be like everyone else, this three-second scene made me cry with relief.

I'd been so focused on turning myself into the person that everyone else needed that I'd forgotten who I am. Louise reminded me. As the episode went on, I remembered how I used to quietly and calmly observe. How I would absorb and analyze and only speak when I'd built up something to say.

But most importantly-- the thing that reached into my soul and ripped it out --was the fact that Louise is comfortable in who she is. By the end of the show, her quiet observation is her strength. She's strong and confident, not timid and shy. She can be accepted warmly as a good friend even if she isn't as loud as everyone else. Her character arc is not to overcome her quietness. Being quiet is a part of her personality, and she's loved and accepted for who she is.

And that? I don't remember seeing that.

Ever.

Only a couple weeks ago I sat in a roomful of people and told them I was grateful to them for teaching me how to be more outgoing while, at the same time, the raging ocean waves of protest crashed in my ears. Just push through it, I'd thought. The more you force yourself to be extroverted, the easier it will become. But what if it was okay to be myself?

I haven't watched past this introductory episode, but this kids' show is washing away my existential crisis and I love it so, so much.

#journal #hilda netflix #introvert

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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can u write clingy gavi where he has feel day and he won’t let go of the reader allllllll dayyy

I only imagined Gavi hugging and not letting me go either for a pee for this so... Here you go anon! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think, please!

Babyboy -P.G

Summary: After a moody day, all he wants is you

He was free today but you knew his mind was in yesterday's training, he wasn't in his best form and that was something that didn't went unnoticed by Xavi, who called him out for it and ever since, Pablo has been moody. He hated not giving his all and he was trying to but it seemed not enough and when he failed, instead of getting angry he got sad.

He tried to not show it to you but you knew your guy very well just by one look. You managed to get it off of his mind when he came home but now you had gone to your University, he was alone and his mind reflected back on his actions yesterday. He sighed feeling the need of you being in his arms, you always took care of him and he was in desperate need of forgetting his coach's words.

He spent his morning watching some tiktok's but he was wishing you were beside him in bed so he could smell your coconut and jasmin scent mentally counting the hours where your classes started and ended.

When you came home, he ran from the couch to the door and engulfed you in a big hug that had you almost fall backwards, laughing. You closed the door with your foot.

"Mi niño lindo" You said happy "missed me that much?" He nodded against the crock of your neck.

"Missed you so bad" He said shaking his head as you laughed feeling his kisses on your neck "How were classes?"

"Pretty boring, same as usual" You said shaking your head moving you both towards the couch "You?"

"At home alone and in need of my girl" You laugh softly.

"Venga, Pabs. I'm here" He got on top of you, his chest with your front, his arms around you and yours around his shoulders. You gave kisses to his hair and ran your fingers through it.

"You look so pretty today" He mumbled after a while when you were just watching an episode of a random telenovela, your eyes danced down to his and smiled.

"Thank you, mi amor" You pinch his nose and watch how his face scrunches up. Your smile increased after watching that. "Wanna eat something?" You ask softly as he nods with his eyes closed "What do you want?"

"Strawberry jelly sandwiches are sounding so good to me right now" He said "What about you?" You hum nodding, your eyes again in the TV screen

"Sounds great. I'm gonna go and do them" He hums and nods but doesn't make the attempt to move "Pabs?" You ask and he hums back his eyebrows up but still eye closed "Can you stand up so I can make the sandwiches?" He shook his head

"You're comfy" You smile, your head going up as you look at the ceiling and blush

"¿No tienes hambre?" (Aren't you hungry?)

"Un poco pero si eso requiere que te muevas pues esperaré" (A little bit but if that requires for you to move then I'll wait)

"Venga, Pabs. It's just for a few minutes. 5 minutes tops" You said shaking your head as he shakes his too

"Too much" He mumbled

"I'm hungry too, amor"

"Eat me" He said and you blush shaking your head

"Venga, Pablo. A comer de verdad" (Let's actually eat something) You pushed him off of you and quickly stood up but then you felt him on your back, his arms wrapped around your front and you laugh walking with him as he follows you towards the kitchen.

You pull out the bread package and the jelly, you also put out a bottle of water, drink of it and then offered it to Pablo who unwrapped one of his arms and drank from the bottle as well.

You decided to move to grab a knife to spread the jelly on the bread when you feel Pablo tightening his hold on you.

"Uh-uh, uh-uh" He did a negation sound with his throat.

"Pablo! I'm just spreading the jelly, I'm not going anywhere!" You exclaimed a little surprised "What's up with you today, baby?" You ask softer this time looking at him, he shook his head dismissing his emotions but you sighed seeing through them.

"Is it because of yesterday's training? Because of what Xavi said to you?" He looked at you without saying anything "Oh, amor" You turned around hugging him tightly.

"I'm not feeling like I'm doing my best but I am trying to and it's still not enough"

"Don't say that, Pablo" He sighed "Everyone has bad days and not because of them you are a bad football player. You're amazing, you give your everything in and out of that pitch, on those training grounds and on everything you do" You said shaking your head softly "You're human, you're allowed to feel good and bad, to have amazing days and also having off ones, yesterday was one of those and it doesn't mean anything"

"It did for Xavi"

"Because he's your coach and highlights your mistakes for you to get better, maybe he was a bit rude or harsh, but he is glad for you and with how you play, he only does it for you to get better and be successful but he also was a young player like you and he must know how having an off day is and feels like, that's why he let you come home earlier, didn't he?" Pablo nodded.

"But don't overthink his words, Pablito. You're an amazing player and an amazing person, I know it, he knows it, your teammates know it, your family knows it, the world knows it and you should know it too. Don't put pressure on yourself, work hard doesn't exactly mean to overwork physically and mentally yourself out..." He sighed softly.

"You block everything and everyone when you have a ball on your head or feet, that's your passion, you do it because it's a nice escape for you from reality, it's something you love" You said "it doesn't have to become something forceful for you, something that you have to do at perfection. It doesn't"

"You just be you and that'll be more than enough for everything" He smiled leaning to kiss your forehead.

"You truly know how to make me feel better" You smile kissing the mole at his jaw.

"I try" He laughs softly as you turn around and make the sandwiches.

"I still want you tho" You smile nodding. He was still feeling a bit off but your words calmed the storm in his head, you knew Pablo was clingy when upset but you weren't complaining, in fact, you loved to be able and take care of him.

"And that's fine" You looked at him "You want some lemon juice?" You ask as he nods, you move with his hand on your back to the fridge and pull out the lemon juice as he grabs two vases for you.

"Te quiero" He said suddenly as you were closing the fridge, you turned around before letting out a small smile.

"Y yo a ti, mi niño" You said pecking his lips quickly, you gave him the plate with the sandwiches and you grabbed both vases with juice sipping from one "What about we go and keep watching what happened with María and Oscar?" You asked as he nods with a smile on

"You love telenovelas"

"Hombre, que están muy buenas" (They are good, man)

You started walking towards the couch when you felt Pablo's arms around you again

"¡Pablo!" You exclaimed as he chuckled

"We're not getting out of each other's arms for the rest of the day" He said kissing your cheek as you smiled "Nor anytime soon" He murmured in your ear

"No, we are not"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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zephyrmonkey · 17 days

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S1 E17 Agents of Shield 10th Anniversary

10 years ago today we…

Came back after watching Winter Soldier and were not ready for this episode!

Squealed at the SkyeWard kiss!

Gasped as Garrett is revealed as the Clairvoyant! (I loved Bill Paxton so much in this role and I was shocked at this reveal!)

Awed at this cute FitzSimmons reunion. Fitz’s face when holding Simmons! Like he never wants to let her go!

Shed a few tears at Trip’s reaction to Garrett being taken away. (Also, Ward’s face at seeing Trip yelling at Garrett broke me & it convinced me that Ward didn’t have anything to do with HYDRA)

Are stuck staring at the TV with jaws dropped at this stunning revelation. (This honestly was the biggest plot twist in TV history! Change my mind! I dare you!)

Me the whole episode

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sharpth1ng · 1 month

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i don’t know how much longer i can go on without reading a very detailed description of billy and stu oiled up sharpy :(

I was about to write a silly paragraph of oiled boys but then i remembered this degenerate wip of a beach episode which starts with a sweaty hookup so here, smutty oiled boys under the cut:

(ps. I do intent to finish this ficlet at some point, i just dk when)

August 16th, 1996

He’s covered in sweat.

His own and now increasingly Stu’s, rolling in drops down their chests and mixing where their stomachs press together. Stu’s skin is hot to the touch, slick as his bare thighs slide over Billy’s. He’s wearing those stupid, short little shorts, and Billy’s hands are sliding up under the hem to grab his ass.

August has been sweltering. It’s the kind of heat that makes the air feel heavy, collecting on your skin unless you’re inside with the windows closed and the AC on full blast. And they haven’t even had that, not with the brown-out that started yesterday.

Stu’s place is one of a few that still has power, turns out he’s just far enough out of town to be on a different grid. He’s always lucky like that, isn’t he? So now Randy, Tatum, and Sid are here, laying around in the living room watching movies at a reasonable temperature. Not him though, and not Stu. They were five minutes ago, but the moment Stu came back inside after driving to pick up the girls Billy lost his mind a little. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

It’s the way he fucking smells. He thinks he should probably hate it, it’s an unapologetically masculine scent, just deodorant and sweat but fuck he really doesn’t hate it. He could smell him through Tatum’s cloying perfume and Sid’s shampoo, and Randy’s aftershave, and it made his stupid mouth water. So like… 20 minutes into the movie he made an excuse about needing to go make a call to his dad and Stu followed with an excuse about needing to put food out for the stray cat that likes to crawl in through the doggy door in the garage. Because Stu knows better, of course he does.

So for some reason they’ve decided to cram themselves into the garage crawl space they used to play in as kids, which is also the only part of the house that isn’t temperature controlled. The result is that they’re both dripping sweat, t-shirts discarded immediately with the rest of their clothes soon to follow if he has anything to say about it.

“Ah, yeah-” Stu’s moaning, rocking his hips down, hard and tenting his evil little shorts, and Billy’s clapping a hand over his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, they’ll hear you-” He’s hissing this under his breath but it might be undermined by the fact that he’s also grinding up against Stu’s ass.

“You don’t want them to join us?” Stu’s eyes are flashing as he grinds into Billy’s palm. Jesus christ-

“What? Fuck no-” He’s grimacing, blood rushing to his face even though he knows Stu’s just talking shit, grinning like an absolute ass.

“Aww, so you just want some alone time with me-” Stu’s starting to look way too smug.

“No, I wanna get my dick sucked.” Billy sneers, shoving him to the side and rolling them over to get on top.

“By me,” Stu doesn’t look any less smug as his back hits the floor.

“Well I don’t fucking want Randy to do it.” He snaps, thumping a fist into his chest.

“But you didn’t even consider your girlfriend.” Cocky little shithead. He could just remind him that Sid is fucking frigid but he thinks he can do better.

“Why would I when I’ve already got you trained?” He’s aiming for aloof but he can acknowledge that his voice is a little too rough, and Stu’s eyes go hooded.

“Well fuck,” He groans, too loud as Billy starts to rock his hips. “Oh- okay, yeah, I’ll do my trick, now gimme my treat,” He’s sticking his tongue out and it’s a stupid fucking line but Billy’s inhaling and Stu is everywhere, and it’s making him dumb.

#18+ only #nsft #debaserverse #the beach episode #stuilly #billy x stu #pre-WoM #ask

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The Winner Takes It All

Episode 12

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: this might be the saddest one... or maybe I'm delusional and it can only get worse from here. Anyways, death, canon typical violence, drowning, my sweet baby Lukas is trying his best as always... oh yeah a hUGE AMOUNT OF ANGST

Chapter Summary: This is the endgame, there are four tributes remaining. Who will live, and who will die? The choice has never been up to the tributes.

Word Count: 3.8k

my live action cinderella dress (movie accurate) is finally done so expect me to have a lot more editing time. I will also probably have more writing time so expect some endings to unfinished series.

“He had f-feelings for me?” Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth. “He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

You’d been silent. Not quiet, but absolutely silent. Lukas didn’t try to make you be anything else… but he did have to keep you moving. It wasn’t much later in the day, but the sun was already setting. The minimal amounts of light only being shown through the small openings of the tree canopy. It was harder to tell where you were going. Nothing looked the same as it did yesterday, or the day before. You could swear you’d walked through here to get to the stream, but the path had somewhat changed along the way.

As drowned in your thoughts as you’d been right after it happened, your entire body, including your brain, had been numbed to Rodey’s death. His blood was still on your hands. Figuratively and literally. You didn’t stare at it too long, forgetting to let your gaze linger on anything except the path ahead, and Lukas, who was three steps in front of you.

You both were half of the remaining tributes. It was a miracle you both had made it this far, but now that the numbers had dwindled, there were two other tributes left who were hunting the both of you. It was better to keep moving than to sit like a duck and let one of them take their victory.

The longer you went without finding the stream, your need for freshwater had grown exponentially. It was strange how the past few days it would rain for hours, but now that you actually needed water it ceased to exist… in a literal rainforest. That was the peak behavior of a game maker, to play sinisterly.

“We can stop here for now. Maybe if I can get up one of these trees I’ll be able to spot the stream again.”

You barely minded what he was saying, giving a small nod to at least show you heard him. You didn’t care much to speak anymore, not even to the person who you felt the most patience from. He was doing fine without the constant dialogue of the days before, and you knew he’d be fine without it till the end. He was going to win, there was no doubt in your mind. You’d thought that perhaps it could be him or Rodey, but Rodey died saving you. Now you would do the same for Lukas, whenever the situation finally came.

You sat down, back against a tree trunk and head dropped forward, eyes making an instant connection with the dried blood on your body. Even if you scrubbed at yourself for hours, there was no chance you could get rid of it all. You have the blood of two allies on your hands, now. That’s as many as you’re willing to have.

Lukas had set down his pack, starting to climb the roots and knots of the tree’s enormous base, when a tiny parachute descended straight towards him. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound it made, watching it fall into the boy’s hands.

“Head’s up,” he called, tossing you one of two canteens full of water. You took it gratefully, beginning to drink up as much as you could take.

Lukas smiled before looking down to the note included.

Talk to her for me, tell her it’s not her fault. - F

He sighed, trying to come up with any ideas on what he could possibly say. There’s no way to know if she’ll even be open to a conversation. There’s no indicator that she even wants to speak at all. But this is a sponsor that keeps them from having to exhaust their resources, and Finnick asked for something simple in return. He doesn’t understand why Finnick is so dead set on coddling you in this arena. It’s not like things are going to get any better from here. It’s an absolute fact that the time can only become worse, until everyone meets their end but one.

But against his logic, and against what his brain is telling him, his gut wants to follow his mentor’s instructions… So he does.

He sits beside you at the base of the tree, his own canteen in hand and his pack in the other.

“Listen, I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he assumed, given the fact that you’ve literally said nothing since it happened. “But what happened, it wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”

You reasoned with the scene over in your head, and the only way it didn’t end the same way is if he didn’t choose to jump in front of you. It was hard to think about, because you feel responsible. He wouldn’t have jumped if you weren’t there. But if you weren’t there, she’d only have him to charge at. It all ends the same every time. He was faster than you, braver than you. He would have stepped time and again, and you couldn’t stop him.

“He s-saved me. It was f-for me.”

“I know.”

You closed your canteen and let it roll out of your hands and onto the ground next to you, curling your legs to your chest and trying to comfort yourself. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but if he was adamant for you to do so, it was going to be on your terms.

He seemed to be stumbling for more words, and only came across some having rambled a thought from his head.

“I wish he’d never told you…”

“T-told me what?”

He hadn’t caught onto the fact that you had no idea what he was talking about. So like a dumbass, he kept going.

“About his feelings for you. I told him a few days ago it could only hurt you. Then again I also told him it was a good idea so I guess we were both stupid,” his rambling of a response made your eyes widen in both shock and anger.

“He had f-feelings for me?”

Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth.

“He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

For some reason, this information didn’t hurt you as much as it should. Instead, it angered you. How could he possibly have been so stupid to sacrifice himself in the name of feelings for someone he’d only recently met? How could he have given up a possible win, just to show his devotion. Had it been an instinctual move of protection, you could have accepted it… but no.

“I s-should be dead r-right now. All these p-people around me, dropping l-like flies. And I’m still h-here.”

“Don’t say things like that. Look, I get it. You feel responsible…”

You nodded, because yes, you absolutely did. Your ally’s blood is on your hands, and no matter how many times you scrub it away, it will always be there.

“But I feel responsible for you. I’d rather it be any of them than you, understand?” He finished off, his look of seriousness piercing yours of confused emotion. Sadness, anger, guilt. Probably more, but you can’t identify them.

You nodded, but his words didn’t make you feel any better. If anything it just made things worse. He was still trying to protect you, and you couldn’t stand losing one more ally. Especially not him. He had to be the one to make it out of here. You’d been thinking about it so much more the past several hours, now that only four remain. You’ve only gotten this far because of your allies, but now they are almost gone. It’s on the verge of every man for himself, but you know Lukas won’t let you die on your own. If it comes down to the two of you, you have every intention of throwing yourself from the top of a tree so he can go home. You don’t think you’ll survive the other two tributes, however.

“You’re g-going to win, y’know.”

He sighed, looking at the ground and shrugging. Maybe they are true, the things that you say. He just hopes they aren’t.

“I’m not so sure anymore. If I were a gambling man, I’d have to put money on you.”

“Well then it’s a g-good thing you don’t gamble,” you smiled, trying to expel every other feeling you had, and only hold onto one emotion at a time. The air was light, just around the two of you. Old friends, fighting for their lives, but they can still make the other smile, or laugh. It’s simply what friends can do.

Lukas hopes that he doesn’t leave this arena without you. He is praying to anyone that can hear his thoughts that if he watches you die, he’ll die too. It’s not like he has anything to go back to, anyway.

“Promise m-me something, for when you get h-home?” You asked, his curiosity piqued. “Promise me that you’ll take care of m-my family. My brother, make sure he d-doesn’t ever have his name in the bowl more than it h-has to be.”

He smiled. He hadn’t even thought about his own family, his mother. Probably because he didn’t consider her to be so, anymore.

“I promise, if I get out of here, I will.”

“T-thank you, Lukas.”

He leaned against you, his head resting on the tree while your own head was on his shoulder. You’d be perfectly content with dying if you could just drift away like this. Everything now was peaceful, and you’d left no stones unturned. Your family would be taken care of if Lukas lived, you know he’s good on his word. You know that having spoken with him, and even sitting here with him now, you will have resolved everything with him. There’s nothing else you need to know… except-

“Lukas?”

“Yeah?”

“W-why did you volunteer?”

He took a deep inhale beside you, then went stiff as the reasoning coursed through his mind. He could lie and say it was an impulsive mistake. He could come up with literally a million other things that would sound plausible for any kid on why they would do something so stupid. But he wasn’t any kid, and you weren’t just some bystander. You were his best friend. Either of you could die any moment, so he wanted to make sure you got nothing but the truth.

“The morning of the reaping, my mom and I had that argument,” he recalled. You nodded along, remembering the scene vividly. He hadn’t been himself until he’d gotten on a boat. The water always seemed to calm him down. “I’d been feeling better after work, but I went home to shower and get dressed.”

He stopped for a moment, his brow furrowing as he tried to bring it all back into recollection. The nasty look on his mother’s face, the way she swore at him and spewed her insanity. Thinking back to it now, him volunteering is just what she wanted. It would have been better to refuse volunteering out of spite.

“She told me I would never measure up to my father, and that there was no point in trying. When I asked her what she wanted from me, she told me she wished I had died in his place.”

Your hand immediately found his in a tight and reassuring grip when you heard this. It was just like his mother to go off and say some shit like that. Something that would scar him the rest of his life and force him to go immeasurable lengths, and for what?

“I told her I would volunteer if she wanted me dead so badly. She said I might as well, because it would be the only way to bring some pride back to our family. The sad thing is, I didn’t regret it until they called your name…”

“I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered to him, barely heard above the humming and buzzing of the rainforest. You clung to him, hoping that this could bring the smallest semblance of comfort in a place that exudes horror and danger. He clung right back to you, being still in your embrace as it was one of normalcy. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hug you, or look at you, or talk to you. Even simply being in your presence wasn’t something he was going to take for granted, because he knew that soon, he would never be able to again, whichever way it went.

The day continued on, and the sun was setting much faster than you would ever anticipate. Probably because it wasn’t a real sun, and any glimpse of normalcy was non-lasting. It couldn’t be, because there had to be reminders that this was not the wilderness, and you were not safe. You would die any second. There were only four tributes remaining. You could imagine that things were getting tense back in the capitol. You couldn’t imagine the kid from eleven had garnered much of a fan base with Lukas being the prized tribute this year. You doubted the girl from one was getting any special attention, either. Not that they needed it. Estelle was most definitely the most qualified remaining tribute, a career who has trained for this moment all her life… but still, you’re sure Lukas will win it from her.

While walking in the marshy rainforest, you’re quickly reminded how easily this game can end.

You hear a branch snap a bit down the trail behind you, and you freeze.

“Lukas…” you whisper, drawing the knife from your hip.

He heard another branch, and turned his head, the boy named Brock from eleven quickly approaching, with Estelle on his heels. Whether or not she was chasing him, no one could be sure, but they both had a determined look in their eye, and all it took was one word for you to bolt ahead like lightning.

“Run.”

The branches below you snapped in half, the pressure of your rapid footsteps was intense enough to squash any animal or snake that dared slither into your path.

You could hear Lukas’ hard breath intake, as he was passing you every few seconds, then trailing a step behind, only to look back and make sure they weren’t gaining too quickly… except for they were. This was going to end in a face off, whether you liked it or not. You couldn’t run forever, and it was just a matter of time. You were ready to die, and you would protect Lukas.

You tripped over your steps, holding your hand out to stop Lukas in his tracks before he fell.

Well, at least you’d found the waterfall. The only downside is, you were at the top of it, having run onto a ledge that was at least a thirty foot drop into deep waters, raging from the pressure of the falls. There was no way you were making that jump without drowning. You’d probably have a heart attack on the way down and die before hitting the water.

“W-what do we do?” You turned to your counterpart, and he whipped his head back at the two approaching tributes.

“We’ve gotcha, now!” Estelle could be heard shouting, the sound getting far too close for comfort. It was now evident that they had been teamed up on this effort. “Nowhere to run!”

Lukas yanked your arm, pulling you beside him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked sincerely, the look in his eyes made you scared, like he was thinking irrationally, and he was… but it was all he could come up with.

“Yes,” you nodded, but grabbed his hand which was still on your arm. “Lukas?”

He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t answer your call of his name. He didn’t even give you a second to understand what the hell he was about to do. He just did it.

Within a moment, gravity became your enemy, and you went flying backwards off the edge of the cliffside, arms and legs flailing as you screamed all the way down into the waters. You sucked in a quick breath before being fully submerged, hammered down by the constant onslaught of heavy water.

Lukas took off, running away while the others were distracted by your fall into the depths. He ran towards the forest again, trying to jump logs and dodge trees, anything that could make their path to him harder.

Brock was still looking over the edge, having been surprised by the play of events.

“Let’s go, we can’t let him get far,” Estelle pulled him by the shoulder, turning him to the rainforest patches again.

“What about the girl?”

Estelle scoffed, “We’ll hear a cannon in a few minutes, she can’t swim.”

And with that, they took off.

Immediately being in water, the panic set into your mind. You were clawing around, trying to make it out, reaching out for anything that you could use to pull yourself up… but with the pressure beating down over you, you sank deeper, and deeper, with no savior to jump in after you, now. This was it. This was the moment you had to choose.

Live, or Die.

Last time you chose to die, but there was nothing on the line. Lukas is on the line now. He is the only person you swore you were going to protect in this arena, and you had to find a way out of here if that was going to happen.

You tried to quiet your mind, to forget the past and just how much you hated being in this water. You were ignoring just how badly your arms ache while attempting to paddle to the surface. You forgot it all and remembered the boy you’ve known since childhood. You remembered all the times he stood up for you against the kids mocking your stutter. You remembered just how much he’s done for you and is still doing for you… and suddenly, your head breaks through the surface, and you’re able to crawl into the small cavern behind the waterfall.

You start heaving breaths, rapidly letting the air tear through your lungs, now that they had access to air in the first place. You smiled to yourself once you were able to get high enough on the rocks to stand. You survived. You’d been dealt a hand that was completely out of your favor and you managed to climb out and breathe the air around you.

Your excitement was immediately cut off when you heard a cannon sound.

You didn’t waste a minute in climbing the rocks as fast as you could, albeit a little clumsy from having wet hands and shoes. Your mind raced, and you hoped that your heart pounding would be eased, and you would be wrong about your suspicions.

“No, n-no,” you shook your head, running into the rainforest and looking around frantically. You took several turns, and couldn’t see anything or anyone, but you had your knife drawn anyway. You were practically panting by now, the heaviness in your breath never dwindling.

The minute you came to a clearing, your eyes falling on the person in front of you, your eyes watered with tears.

“Lukas,” you slid down to your knees next to his limp frame, pulling him into your lap to hold him. “Wake up. W-wake up, Lukas, I’m h-here.”

He didn’t budge, but as you rocked him, you were able to see the source of this tragedy, the trail of blood, streaming from his chest and over his body in gushes. It was all over your hands, and it was all over your arms. It was all over you. You were covered in his blood, just like you were covered in Rodey’s dried blood. You’d let another ally sacrifice themselves for you. You swore you wouldn’t.

This wasn’t just another ally, and this wasn’t just a tribute you’d met a week ago. This was the best friend you’d ever had. The person who grew up alongside you into a wonderful man. He was the person who comforted you when you felt too embarrassed to go to a family member. He was the boy who’d complimented you when no other boy would dare. He was the one who brought you shells every morning from his walk to the docks. And now he is the boy who’s blood you are covered in, crying over miserably.

You can’t bring yourself to part with him, to let him go. You know if you do, something different will become of you. Something you have never been before. So you don’t. You cling to him, and you cry, and you let the thunder that begins to rumble above you reflect your emotion. It’s been a day since it’s rained in this rainforest, but even still, the rain doesn’t pour, it only trickles slightly. Enough to remind you that despite this loss, and despite the fact that you will never be the same, you are still in this arena, and there is only one way out.

You raise your head, and hear another sound of a cannon. You look around, but there is no sign of movement or of other tributes.

There’s only one left, and despite what you’ve said since the moment you entered this God forsaken place, despite your morals, and despite these tributes not being your real enemy, there is only one thing on your mind, and you will not rest until you’ve attained it…

As you move to stand, you roll Lukas’ body on his back, placing his hands over his chest to be at rest. You hate that this is how his story ends. You want to bury him, you want to give him a proper memorial, but you know this arena will be scrapped by the capitol for next year’s use, and this spot will be desecrated soon after you arrange it. So you’ve decided you will raise a memorial of him back home, when you arrive there.

Your tears are still running hot, but there’s a new fire under them that hadn’t been there before. There’s an anger you’ve never felt before. There’s a glint in your eyes that will not be satisfied.

You turn your head at the familiar sound of an incoming parachute, the contents of the container seem to be large, as there’s an entire box being lowered in. You watch it fall to the ground, in disbelief at the sheer size of it alone. It comes up to about your knees, and you wonder, what could Finnick have sent me?

You flick open the top, and immediately see the contents of the inside. Rope, lots and lots of rope. Several carabiners are included that could be used for rock climbing, but you know, and he knows, that’s not what you have in mind.

You pick up the note, two little wet spots appearing from the tears in your eyes, and the rain from above.

Show no Mercy… - F

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