#if noone got me i know princess di got me
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okay so like Di stri got me ewatching MLP
and like how di noone tell me princess celestia was a badie?????
she like way too fine to be 1000 years old
and she single
gusy i know she a horse but
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As Time Moves On Part 2: A Rose Blooming in Darkness
Summary: Yami reaches out to Charlotte with a question and she replies with a confession. And in turn, Yami voices a pledge.
Genre: general, slight romance
Word count: ~3200
A/N: Thank you to @lyranova and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare for beta reading this fic and Vanished Kira.
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Yami stared at the cloudy, noon-time sky. Faint wisps of smoke drifted past his vision every few seconds as he puffed a cigarette.
While winding down from the events in Spade, Yami had begun to recall vague memories from when he had nearly died by Lucifero’s hand. He remembered gathering his quickly fading strength to protect Asta for the kid to unleash his final attack on a severed torso of a devil. He remembered pain and his vision going dark, not from his or Nacht’s magic though. From death looming over him.
Then there was a voice. Charlotte’s voice. It was so loud and sounded desperate.
And the next thing Yami knew, he was alive again.
Yami couldn’t recall the words spoken to him though. He’d spent well over a month trying to piece together what she had said. He tried and tried before he determined that he had been too out of it to hear a thing.
Yami had once considered that maybe Charlotte had just been scolding him for dying. That sounded like something Charlotte would do. Then again, it didn’t explain her recent skittishness at captains’ meetings. If Charlotte had scolded a dying man, Yami suspected some temporary shame before an apology but not the levels of embarrassment that she’d been showing around him. So with his one guess ruled out, he changed his tactics.
To learn the truth, Yami needed to hear it straight from Charlotte.
Yami had invited Charlotte over to the base for tea earlier that week. He wanted to go to a restaurant, same as they did when discussing Charlotte’s curse. But Vanessa and Josele insisted that he pick somewhere more private. Their pestering made him ask if they knew what Charlotte had said but Vanessa promptly walked away from the conversation, laughing, while Josele smiled ever so calmly and told Yami, “It’s not my place to say.” And so the pair of captains would meet in the casual privacy of the Black Bull’s hideout.
That brought Yami to where he was in the present, waiting for Charlotte’s arrival. Something about expecting her was nerve-wracking. He couldn’t place why though.
Was it the fact that they were meeting outside of work-related reasons? Was it her taking time out of her busy day and prioritizing him, if for a short time? Did it have to do with him not knowing what Charlotte had said at all and he was actually worried about what her words were?
Yami sat up and shook his head. His brain was going to weird places.
And that’s when he heard her.
“Hello? Yami? I’m here as you requested!” Charlotte called out, prompting Yami to shelve his thoughts.
Yami leaned over the edge of the roof and grinned down at Charlotte.
“Afternoon, Prickly Princess!” he responded. “And I’d like to point out, I only asked you to be here.”
Charlotte bowed her head and shook it before looking up at Yami. “Regardless of how you beckoned me here, I’ve arrived. Shall we have tea or not?”
“Right right! I’ll be down in a moment!”
…..
Charlotte took a sip of the amber-colored liquid in her teacup. While it looked like an ale from a tavern, the drink didn’t have the hit that alcohol did. It was a gentle, toasted flavor instead.
“What kind of tea is this?” she asked in genuine curiosity.
“Barely tea. It’s from my homeland,” Yami explained. “Or well, the closest I can make. I only just recently got the tea to tasting this good through a lot of trial and error.”
Charlotte raised her eyebrows at this. She never suspected Yami to have a side project like this. Or one at all. Then again, she tended to her manor’s garden in her sparse free time so it made sense for Yami to take up a hobby that made him feel more at home as well.
“I applaud your effort, Yami. It’s not a flavor I’d expect from tea, but it’s quite refreshing,” Charlotte said with a smile. Her relaxed expression quickly fell away though. “But enough of basic pleasantries. You said you had something to ask of me.” She set down her cup and rested her chin on the back of her interlocked hands. “So, what is it?”
“Don’t look so worked up,” chuckled Yami. “‘S nothing serious if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Considering all four kingdoms are still rebuilding from Spade’s— From the Zogratis’ misdeeds…” Charlotte’s voice trailed off, realizing her mistake.
The everyday citizens of the Spade Kingdom had been victims themselves under the rule of the Zoagratis family. To blame the country as a whole would be in poor taste.
“…it’s hard for me not to still be on edge.”
Yami mutely nodded in agreement.
“As I was saying…” Charlotte raised her head and put a hand on her cup again. “What is it you wished to discuss?”
Yami stared into Charlotte’s eyes for a moment, seeming to consider something. He took a deep breath. Then,
“When I was about to die, you yelled something at me. What did you say?”
The question made Charlotte’s heart skip a beat and her face heat up in an instant.
Of course she knew that Yami hadn’t heard her confession. She remembered him asking more than a month ago, right on the just-calmed-down battlefield. But she also blacked out then, preventing her from answering.
Charlotte had debated reaching out to Yami and re-admitting her love. But between the labor of regular Magic Knight duties, aiding in reconstruction after the Zogratis’ attacks, and simply worrying about confessing again, she never managed to go through with the idea.
And now… Yami had approached her about it.
Charlotte bowed her head and stared into her half-empty cup, hoping to hide her flushed cheeks.
I did it once before. Surely I can do it again! Charlotte told herself. And this time he’ll… What if he misunderstands and thinks I only see him as a friend? Or he could take it as a joke and laugh me off. Charlotte’s grip on her drink tightened. What if he outright rejects me because of how rude I’ve been to him in the past? For as lowbrow and casual as Yami came off, Charlotte knew he still had his pride as a Captain and a regular man. Or maybe he’s already in a relationship with that witch in his squad?
“Is it really that bad?” Yami’s voice broke Charlotte out of her head.
“Huh?” Mind still racing. Heart racing even faster. And face positively burning. Charlotte still dared to look at Yami.
The man’s face was neutral. But not in a way that was lost in thought, but rather as though he was in deep contemplation. It was a different look for him.
“I don’t know what you said to me back then but if you really don’t wanna say, it must be bad…” Yami paused to take a sip of his drink. “Didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll forget if y—”
“No!” Charlotte exclaimed without thinking. She took a deep breath. She needed her composure for this. “Yami, the truth is…” Charlotte heard her heartbeat in her ears but she pressed on. “The truth of the matter is that I love you Yami Sukehiro!”
Yami blinked a couple of times.
“Charlotte…”
Her name on his lips was so different from his usual nickname. Soft and sweet. But Charlotte couldn’t let herself swoon over that. Not in that moment.
“I understand that it must sound strange, considering how I tend to treat you, but it’s the truth. I became infatuated with you years ago and that feeling has become love.”
“Charlotte…” Again her name sounded so different in Yami’s voice. The look on his face was something she couldn’t place. She knew, though, that she didn’t feel anxious with Yami’s eye on her. “Are you sure?”
The question made Charlotte pause. Of all the possible responses, she never considered the one that turned out to be reality.
“What do you mean?” Charlotte asked, as if it was the only thing she could answer with. “I may not have much experience with romance”—Charlotte put hand to her heart. A feeble show of conviction due to her own confusion at the inquiry—“but I’m fairly certain of my feelings!”
“No.” Yami shook his head. “I mean, are you sure that you like me?”
“Huh?”
The significance in the change of the question wasn’t lost on Charlotte. Her feelings, her understanding of her own heart, were not the thing being questioned. It would’ve been unlike Yami, the captain of a squad that did whatever their hearts pleased, to make a big deal of what a person felt, anyways.
“I’m not exactly…” Yami tapped a finger on the table. “What’s the word? Passable? Pleasant? Something with a ‘p’…” He closed his eyes for a moment before faintly nodding. “Palatable.”
Charlotte said nothing, as it looked like Yami was going to keep talking.
“I’m Yami Sukehiro. I’ve got no manners. I’ve got this eerie Dark Magic. I’ve got all the worst habits, drinking and smoking and gambling. I’m the coarse and rude foreigner captain of the Black Bulls, the worst squad in the kingdom!” Yami laughed.
It sounded hollow and Charlotte knew. She’d heard genuine laughs from him. Ones that were lazy. Ones that were teasing and wanting to provide levity. She’d memorized and learned to appreciate all of Yami’s laughs and chortles. And his present chuckle was insincere, self-deprecating.
“I’m not the kind of guy most people would want to be with. I’m not the guy that a lady like you would go for.”
That was where Charlotte decided to stop him.
“Enough. While I can’t dispute most of what you’ve said,” she stated outright, no hesitation. “Your manners do leave much to be desired. Your magic and your origins are indeed peculiar, making you the target of judgment and derision. You’re not an ideal man by most people’s standards. But you’re not as bad as you think you are.” Charlotte watched Yami’s down-on-himself expression change to one of curiosity. She paused to hum and smile. “For one, you’re not the captain of the worst squad, not after the Bulls placed second at the Star Festival.”
“Heh, I guess that is something,” Yami muttered. He picked up his cup and swirled the drink inside for a moment. “But I mean…”
“And while you may not be ‘proper,’ that’s what I like about you,” Charlotte said plainly.
Yami let out a gasp and his eyes went wide.
“The men I’ve met who’ve been deemed ‘proper’ are… not pleasant in their own ways.” Charlotte closed her eyes and thought. “They act in ways that serve their egos, behaving not as gentlemen but as lesser beings. Akin to swine or toads.”
The thought alone made Charlotte frown the slightest bit.
Still, her remark caused Yami to let out a snort. She giggled, happy that she could get that reaction from him.
And she found that the words continued to flow out from her.
“Some men are more obvious in their unpleasantness, treating me as some object and acting as though they were entitled to my company. Others are less… offensive but no less bothersome.”
Yami hummed as he took a sip from his cup, prompting Charlotte to continue.
“There’s no end to the men who only praise me for my looks or throw themselves at my feet as though I wanted a sycophant for a lover,” Charlotte said with a sigh. “After so many men like that, you were a breath of fresh air in my life, Yami. Admittedly, I was first attracted to you because of your looks and how you saved me from my curse. But my infatuation grew beyond those shallow things over the years. You see me for my strengths but also acknowledge my weaknesses. You’re casual and friendly with me, even if I don’t always appreciate your approach. I’m drawn to how freely you express yourself and how you’re proud to stand out.”
As Charlotte went on, she watched as Yami’s eyes never left her. And the look of amusement he had when she’d talked about other men changed. It became a grin that was soft and… admiring. Charlotte felt a smile come to her own face.
The hammering feeling in her chest registered in her mind again. She felt the heat in her face all over again. There was a bit of dizziness in her head. Yet this time, those sensations weren’t from nervousness.
They were inviting. Compelling her heart to open further.
Charlotte held her head a little higher. She would let him see her, all of her with a burning red face and eyes full of determination, hoping that her words reached him.
“There’s much I have yet to learn about you. But I feel like I can say that I love you as you are, for who I know you to be.”
Once she was done talking, Charlotte took a deep breath.
I said it. I finally confessed, she thought to herself as she kept looking at Yami. Her hands, which were on the table and intertwined together, clenched in anticipation. All I can do now is hear his answer.
Yami tapped a finger against his cup a couple of times. Then, he let out a loud exhale.
“Man, Prickly Princess…” muttered Yami. “I told you before that I’ve got a sensitive heart and now you’ve gone and worked it up like crazy.”
Charlotte let out a small “Huh?”
“You were goin’ on about how you like me and I can’t give you a decent reply.” Yami sucked in a breath between his teeth and rubbed the back of his neck. “Truth is… I ain’t sure how I feel about you. I like to think we’re friends but… Sorry I just never considered you romantically.”
“Ahh… I… No, it makes sense,” was Charlotte’s quiet reply. It would’ve been a lie to say that her heart didn’t drop a little. Getting her hopes up that he’d reciprocate right out the gate had been foolish from the beginning. But still she… “It’s okay. I don’t need—”
“That said, it’s not hard to like someone like you.”
Those words made Charlotte jolt and her blush intensify by tenfold.
“Wh-wha-wha—? What?!”
There was a hum of amusement from Yami before he spoke again, “Aw c’mon. I’m oblivious but I’m not blind. You’re someone real amazing. Capable in battle and admired by your whole squad. Not to mention pretty fun to talk with.”
Charlotte involuntarily laughed at the thought of the banter that she and Yami had exchanged over the years. Was that really his idea of fun? Or maybe it was his reassurance that he was willing to look past her harsher words against him in the past. Whatever the truth was, it helped Charlotte loosen up. And her laughter brought out a bit of Yami’s own.
The space between them, that which was between their hearts, was closing the slightest bit.
“Guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m not just gonna tell you ‘no’ here and now.” Yami leaned forward on his arms. The expression on his face was relaxed yet contemplative. “I ain’t gonna ignore you, not after everything you’ve said.” His eyes were clear and focused on Charlotte, not wavering at all. “I know this doesn’t sound romantic but I need you to give me time to fall in love with you too. It’s not fair otherwise?”
Blue eyes went wide.
Yami’s words were not a promise to love her back. Not directly at least. Rather, they were something between a pledge and a plea. He would not accept Charlotte’s heart, which she had offered in shaking hands, until he could give his own heart in return.
Charlotte nodded her head then said, “It’s certainly not the most elegant proposition. But thank you for hearing me out and if you need time, then I’ll wait.” She took a sip of the barely tea and the roasted flavor tasted even better now that she wasn’t so strung up. “Though if you don’t mind me saying, I will be putting my best foot forward to make you fall.”
When she said that, Yami clapped a hand over his mouth and stifled a snicker. Charlotte raised a brow at his amusement.
“You’re making it sound like you’re trying to trip me,” he explained, his voice muffled by his hand still covering his mouth.
“Ack! That wasn’t—!”
“I know, I know.” Yami waved his hand in the air, like he was shooing away an insect. “Don’t sweat it. You’re a lady who's hard on the lads, but you’re not the type to kick a man when he’s down. Or, I guess trip him over.”
Charlotte let out an exasperated sigh. As much as she admired Yami and found his casualness part of his charm, his teasing threw her way off sometimes.
“Right…” Another sip of tea was taken. Charlotte was close to needing a refill. “So… I suppose now that I’ve said my piece and you’ve said yours…” Charlotte started to rise from her seat. However, Yami’s hand reaching across the table and grasping her wrist stopped her. “Y-Yami?!” Didn’t he say he needed time? Why is he being so forward all of a sudden?!
“C’mon Princess.” Yami uttered the nickname without the usual preceding adverb but rather with a softness that she wasn’t sure she’d known before. “Don’t just pour out your heart and run. Can’t you chat a bit more?” Yami let go of Charlotte’s wrist and pulled back. Then, he rested his chin in his palm. “I know I’d like your company for a bit longer. But, if you really gotta go…”
Charlotte looked down and touched the wrist which Yami had held. When she looked back to Yami and the inviting smile on his face.
“Alright then. But.” Charlotte swallowed hard then took a chance. “But only because you’re such a lonely man desperate for my attention.”
“Bwahahaaa! Hey, I’d like to think I’m just a little needy!”
Charlotte grinned with a bit more confidence as she sat back down. Yami refilled both their cups which she was thankful for. They’d need the refills since they would be at the table for a while longer.
…..
It wasn’t until hours later that Charlotte had to leave, called to return to base by her squad.
While Yami cleared the table they used, he was finally left alone with his thoughts.
And his thoughts were a repeat of Charlotte’s confession. And her face when she’d spoken it.
Her eyes…
Lighter than her roses but darker than the day sky. And looking at him, only him. She gazed at him with gentleness rather than cruelty. With sweetness rather than disgust.
Charlotte saw Yami as worthwhile, loveable. The fact that anyone, let alone a woman like her who was considered the picture of beauty, intelligence, and strength, wanted him for who he was left him feeling warm all over.
Yami set down the cups they’d used by the sink. He touched a hand to his chest.
My heart is still racing over it? Yami smiled to himself. Her words are stronger than she knows. And, again, the image of Charlotte flashed in his mind. Maybe I’m already falling in love…
#black clover#black clover fanfic#yami sukehiro#charlotte roselei#yamichar#as time moves on series#heck yeah we're expediting the yamichar ship!#consider this an early bday gift for yami and charlotte skdjhgau!
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The Once and Future Contestant: Revival Round 3-D
The top 2 characters will go to the last round!
Arthur Read (Arthur)
"Named Arthur"
"he is good at getting into dramatics with the people around him which is integral to arthurian stories"
Excalibur (Soul Eater)
"Fool. My legend dates back to the twelfth century you see. It began on a midsummers day with the sun blazing overhead. No, wait. It was a blustery Autumn day. I was the unsavory fellow back when it all started. Which was in the winter as I recall. I remember the tough crowd, all the hot babes fought over me that summer. Yes. Yes that’s right, it was summer. A scorching midsummer day. I was a dangerous man at the time. And yet, refined somehow. Everyone thought so. They still think so to this day. Although, maybe they didn’t think so as much back then. But they definitely said I was dangerous, I’m sure of it…And I know I’ve always been refined so they must have been thinking it. Yes. Yes indeed. Everyone thought and said and talked about how amazing I was. I’m still amazing of course, but no longer the bad boy I was back then. On that chilled, frozen winter day. I will continue the re-telling of my legend; But first, there will be a five minute break. Stand still and await my return."
Arthur Read (Arthur)
"Named Arthur"
"he is good at getting into dramatics with the people around him which is integral to arthurian stories"
Arthur Pendragon (The Mechanisms)
"He's a cowboy. He lives on a space station that's slowly falling into the sun. He's in a poly relationship with Lancelot & Guinevere. He's got a trans son. In the end, he's the sole survivor. Hes even got a great song about his tragic fate."
Sailor Venus (Sailor Moon)
"The leader of the Sailor Senshi who protect the moon princess. Died and was reborn like Arthur and has a Holy Sword she pulled from a stone"
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Manuscript Search Tag
Thanks for tagging me, @chrismerle and @oh-no-another-idea! :D
Words: want, entire, empire, wonderful, silver, stunt, hoops, hurry and blast. These are from The Unfortunate Moth and The Power and the Glory:
Want:
Király looked like someone who had expected the worst but was still disappointed. "So you really did tell your aunt you want to kill her?"
Entire (I’ve just realised that I got the girls’ names the wrong way round here, because Phil is the older sister 🤦♀️):
And that was how Phil herself came into the story. Octavia had been born first, followed by Ophelia two years later. (Their names were entirely their mother's fault. She was fond of soppy romance novels with heroines named things like Margaretta and Valentina. There was a reason Phil cringed every time she had to use her full name.) Then their father had died of lung cancer, leaving their mother with a small income which she squandered within months.
Empire:
Fostering children back and forth was a custom the Saoridhin and Seroyawan royal families had invented over a hundred thousand years ago. Part of it was inspired by a Saoridhin princess who married a Seroyawan prince. She missed the land where she grew up while also wanting her family to see her new home. Her wish fit in nicely with the current political situation which had led to her marriage: the two empires wanted to strengthen their alliance while making it almost impossible for either to betray the other. So the idea of sending a Seroyawan child to be fostered in Saoridhlém and vice versa was born.
Wonderful:
What was so wonderful about Irímé’s appearance, anyway? He had black hair? So did Abi. So did half the people on the planet. He had blue eyes? Again, so did she -- if you stretched the definition of "blue" far enough to include "silver". So did countless others. No matter how often she thought about it she still didn't understand all the fuss.
Silver:
Even though she'd only seen his portrait once, Imrahil's face was stamped on Abi’s memory. If she'd been given a pencil and a piece of paper she could have drawn him. She stared at the stranger and it was like seeing the portrait again. He was thinner and paler, but that was the only difference between them. His eyes were still pure silver and unusually large. With a jolt she realised they were the exact same shape as her grandfather's. There was something about the shape of his nose and mouth that reminded her of her mother.
Stunt:
"The question is, what do you want? Do you intend to blackmail me? If so you should have done it before your little stunt this evening. Now I have even more power over you than you have over me."
Hoops:
Then the thing broke the surface. Its purplish-green body formed several immediately-distinctive hoops. Kitri knew what it was even before its long head appeared. The horns, whisker-like appendages and dagger-sharp teeth only confirmed her fears. It was a sea serpent.
Hurry:
The letter itself shed no light on the situation. It had apparently been written in a hurry, possibly in a darkened room, by someone with terrible handwriting.
Blast:
With all the uproar there was no chance Kiriyuki could keep an eye on what Abi was doing. In fact no one seemed to know where that blasted nuisance was. She was certainly not with her parents, or her grandmother, or any of her other innumerable relatives.
Tagging @primroseprime2019, @emelkae, @avrablake, @on-noon, @writingamongther0ses, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D Can’t be bothered thinking of new words, so pick any you want from mine! :D
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YOU WANT A GLIMPSE, IM GONNA RANT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW Because I've spammed my friend so much and they need a break from that SO HERE I AM
Typing this all out again is gonna take forever tho.
So first order of business,
EXCUSE ME, WHAT. I really need to reread midnight.. I just know there's going to to ANGST. Like, I'm gonna cry
Amd this all happened while I was in the middle of draeing (still working on it)
MUMBO AND HIS KID, LIKE COMMON, I WAS ALRESFY SAD /pos
What if mumbos daughter was turned? Then a number of things could sprout off from that.
1) she could have been manipulated into thinking her parents abandoned her
2) she could have grown resentful because Noone came to save her
3) she may not even remember her parents
Then like, the coven thst mumbo was turned to, what if his daughter was turned by the same coven, and they were just separated the whole time so... when he remembers (BECAUSE OF CUB STUFF) they go to thst coven to get rid of it AND SHES THERE
what jf she tries to kill him and then mumbo realizes who she is
Wait, if she was ruenned as a kid, she would still be a kid right! Is she forever a child! WAIT MORE THOUGHTS,
if she was tuned as a child and stays a child forever, does her brain still develop? Does she mentaly grow up?
If his kids are alive they are very traumatized *cough- just like everyone in this series- coughcough
---what if his daughter remembers the braiding hair stuff.
Because my brain has a hold on the hair brading thoughts but that's another thing entirely that I could rant about for hours as well
What if mumbos daughter was turned jnto a cove and she never excaped?
Ohh the emotions mumbo will feel when he sees them again (if this is even happening)
Sad ,confused, happy, grief, anger
If anyone hurt his kid he would go on a murdering spree
I swear if BLONDIE shows up, I'll step thought my phone screen and beat her up, I will.
Tubbo have siblings??? And then I have mumbo family thought too. Soo Many because for the past 2ish days all I've been able to think about is that
And like how braiding hair is culturally important to scar and emotionally significant to mumbo, like
My heart
Amd them how mumbo probably loved to dress his kids up all fancy, like him.
Aaaaaaaaaa
And then because his first family all died (or so we were lead to beleive) he's over protective of the one he has now so letting tubbo leave not only went against his vampire instinct but also his own fears,, probably,,,
And like how he couldn't see the good he had done in boatem until grian and scar were like DUDE, LOOK, YOURE AMAZINF OK, LOLK HERES THE HISTORY BOOKS TO PROVE IT
And then how the mimics looked like his kid
He never got the chance to talk it out or process it that much before scars flux and then he remembers stuff just to forget again because PLOT
And then also___ when grjan got kidnapped, mumbo was probably so terrified thst he'd loose another part kf his family, LIKE
THINKING ABOUT THIS HAS ONKY CAUSED ME SO MUCH MORE PAIN
Qnd I know another way to get mumbo to wear a dress,
His daughter would want to play dress up or something and he'd dress up with her and have a princess tea party if she wanted that.
I just- yeah, I can't
That ask make my brain go WOOOOOOOO
A lot of this is just reaches into the dark, but yeah. Aqaaaa. Mmm words :)
All very good thoughts and no questions that I can answer hehe :) OKAY BUT THE FACT YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS AND SOMEONE BRINGS IT UP LMAO
#ask#Midnight Series#long post#hermitshipping#<- mentioned#god I love analysis/theories this is Delightful to me#gods wouldn't that be something huh#if any of Mumbo's children are actually alive#:)#can you imagine the guilt he would feel :)
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~ End of spring ~
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warning : angst , emotional , hurt
next chapter , masterlist
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With the morning tolling of the bell in King's Landing, the city awoke from its sleep, ready for another morning. But the Lady Mormont was already standing since the early morning at the wall of the castle and looked up to the sky. The cold of the morning passed her by indistinguishably - it was nothing like the winters in the north. She needed answers because what was happening in King's Landing, especially in the castle behind the many corridors and doors, seemed completely hidden from her. If he is alive, then everything is fine. Then it would just be a strange way for him to worry she thought and the image of Otto from last night flashed up. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around before she saw the face of Rhaenyra. ,,Good morning princess" she said before averting her eyes and looking back to the sky. ,,Lady Y/n, how long have you been standing here? What's wrong, you look like something terrible has happened?" Rhaenyra asked and put a hand on the shoulder of the older one. The princess had wrapped her arms around herself before and seemed to find the morning freezing cold. ,,Someone had made a strange suggestion towards my house. I sent a raven out last night to find out about my island," she said, seemingly telling the truth for the first time. ,,What was the suggestion?" asked the blonde, tilting her head slightly as if it would help her think better. ,,That my uncle could be dead," she said so coldly that it was more cutting than any winter.
Rhaenyra, too, seemed briefly horrified and squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. ,,Nothing will happen," she said, ,,besides, Alyssa will arrive today at noon with your commander," said the princess and got a small grateful look. ,,I hope you're right" the older one murmured before she and Rhaenyra went back to the castle for breakfast. But neither the food tasted good nor the alcohol she had drunk too often in crises and this morning seemed to help her. At least no dreams of battle she thought bitterly and was glad that the sounds of swords and the screams of the troops and the fallen were absent. She emptied the goblet of wine before rising from the breakfast table to go out again. The sun was ready in the sky and the city blossomed with life. Perhaps I am imagining everything. Maybe it was a warning to my remaining in his way she thought and had to think of his cold look. But no matter what he meant, she knew he was right. If her uncle died, she would be the last of her house. And if she died before him, she would pray to the old gods and the trees that he would do his duty. Thinking of the werewood trees, she went back into the castle, into the garden area where the white tree with the red, almost bleeding leaves stood. She did not know how long it had been there, but it was perhaps as old as King's Landing or older. The sun shone through the leaves and branches and small shadows and points of light shone on her body. Looking around so that she would not be disturbed, she knelt down on the ground in front of her face.
Her hands went to one of the roots of the tree and she began a silent prayer. A prayer in which she asked for answers and mercy for her house. Something inside her, something small, like a small wound that over time could become infected and spread. Told her that something was coming, something that was not good. ,,Please have mercy on me and my house. Your curse has already punished and strengthened my house enough. To the one who hears me from you I beg you to let all be well, please," said her inner voice before she opened her eyes. But she only looked directly into the bloody face of the tree crying tears. Please be the protecting bear of my house she thought before rising as she heard footsteps on the grass at the same time. ,,Lady Mormont your commander with your bear is about to arrive" she heard the servant say before she rushed past him. She saw the ship with the bear symbol on its sail. The large longship was being sailed next to the commander by a few of her men and she was relieved to see that they were all right. ,,Commander, your men and you have done a good job" she called out to praise them but also to cover her worry. When she saw the uncertain look in his eyes, she knew something was wrong. When the boat finally docked and the plank was laid, Alyssa rushed out first and almost knocked her rider over with the force of joy. ,,Hello my girl, I missed you too" she said and her hand stroked the soft fur. She saw the joy in the bear's eyes and her tongue ran over her hand as a sign of joy. ,,I have decided to take one of our ships. Safer and doesn't take as long as from a merchant" said her commander while his men handed the rest of the things to the servants. She took a step towards him and pulled him into what looked like an unimpressive hug. ,,Say, have you heard from my uncle?" she whispered, noticing how he tensed. Surprise showed in his gaze before he answered, ,,It's a quiet escape. He was the last one to be seen on his way to the free cities. Confirmed by whores, merchants and innkeepers" he replied quickly and quietly before they broke away. ,,My lady is everything alright?" he asked quietly and he saw the relief and yet she sighed. ,,Yes, I guess it was just a moment, it doesn't matter. If you hear from him again, let me know. I mean it, he is my last relative" she said and saw the surprised expression of the elder.
She saw his uncertainty if he should ask if something was wrong. ,,You know what you should do, I trust in you my lady" he said before bowing. Gratitude was in her gaze and she was glad he dropped it. She felt the heaviness in her heart dissolve because of Otto's words. ,,Go back immediately, you should not stay here longer than necessary. Bear Island and Ice Bay need you," she said before putting her hand on his shoulder and walking back to the castle with Alyssa. Before she turned around she remembered something. ,,Did you get my letter?" she asked and to her dismay she saw the shaking and heard the ,,No my lady that's why I was surprised". ,,Go back now" she said before continuing her walk back beside Alyssa. Nervousness overtook her nerves and she bit her dry lip. Someone must have intercepted the raven she thought ecribly and Alyssa nudged her. ,,Let's hope someone we can trust" she said to her bear before continuing on her way. Arriving at the large outdoor area, she saw Visenya again in one of the stalls after a long time. The white bear growled when she smelled Alyssa and the Mormont. ,,Hello my pretty" she said and looked down at the bear. A small relief went through her when she saw that the bear was at least okay. ,,She seems to have missed you" she heard Rhaenyra's voice behind her and gave her a small smile. ,,Is everything alright? You look upset?" the blonde asked and stood next to the Mormont. ,,My raven he...I had sent a raven to my uncle because of an assumption. But this raven was intercepted or killed. In any case, my uncle is fine," she told the truth this time and saw the astonished expression in the violet eyes. ,,Is it serious, should I ask my father about something?" the princess asked worriedly when she realized how bad it could have been or was.
Uncertainty appeared in the Mormont's features, her hands reaching for the hilt of her sword. ,,Who made this accusation...tell me as your princess," she demanded as the Mormont avoided her gaze. ,,It was a hint from Ser Otto Hightower. He made a suggestion about my uncle's death, that I might be the last and without successor, that I should be careful," she said, feeling a stone fall from her heart. ,,Why would he make such an allusion?" Rhaenyra asked, taking the older woman's hand. ,,I don't know, maybe I'm reading too much into it. It doesn't matter, my uncle is still alive, that's good and that's what counts" she said and wanted to end the topic. ,,No, if you care so much, I will talk to my father alone tonight. He should tell his hand that the things of other houses concern only the heads of these houses or the king" she asserted and gave the older one a sure smile. ,,Thank you princess" she thanked her before looking at Visenya. ,,How about a little ride" she purred and went to Alyssa before sitting on her. She saw the thoughtful look before Rhaenyra smiled, ,,Okay, but I've only ridden her a few times," the princess admitted before looking for the saddle and putting the rest of her things on Visenya. Before the two rode side by side at an easy pace and a growl came from the two bears from time to time. ,,They seem to be talking," the blonde quipped and the Mormont giggled. ,,I think they have a lot to tell each other," she commented before stroking the soft fur. ,,Why did you ride so little?" she asked, watching Rhaenyra slide her hand through the white fur. ,,I wanted to ride with Alicent. She is afraid of dragons she doesn't like them very much. You should have seen her clinging more than you. But when I suggested that she ride a horse and I ride Visenya, she even trembled. She seems to be even more afraid of the bears," Rhaenyra told me, and she saw the Mormont nod. ,,She is smart if you ask me never to trust such creatures completely...I mean we have experienced it ourselves" she added and Rhaenyra nodded. ,,My father once said that it is an illusion that we control the dragons". ,,He's absolutely right, and so are the bears," the elder replied before the two of them picked up the pace and rode across the square at high speed.
Laughing, they competed and to Rhaenyra's chagrin, Alyssa won with Y/n. ,,You are getting better and better, you have Visenya well adjusted already" she said as she got off Alyssa and they took Visenya to the stable. While they went back to the castle, Alyssa stayed with Visenya and decided to keep her company. ,,How did the conversation with his Grace go, if I may ask?" she asked, seeing the relieved and relaxed expression. ,,It was pleasant, we seem to have been able to talk again for a long time. He behaved again like the father I know. He told me that he would soon be looking for a-" she was interrupted as her Ser Criston approached. ,,Princess. Lady Mormont the King has called a council meeting and has something to announce," he said before the two followed him. The Mormont saw Rhaenyra gulp out of the corner of her eye. What did she want to say? she wondered, her hand brushing over the princess's almost imperceptibly before the two of them walked through the corridors towards the room. It was to be the room in which so much would happen. A room that determines life and death with words alone. The room in which the tragedy would take place that would divide two friendships.
Some would go so far as to say that it was one of the first rifts that led to the dance of the dragons, but that is a much later story. With the opening of the doors, the two entered while Viserys stood at the head of the table, Otto and his daughter Alicent to the right of the king. Rhaenyra stood on the left side and Y/n with somewhat to her princess beside her. The lords at the tables seemed to be as much in the dark as everyone else. All except Otto, Viserys and Alicent. The young Mormont saw the brown-haired girl nervously tugging and nibbling the skin on her fingers. What's going on here? Something is not right she asked herself in confusion, trying to make some sense of it all. But each of the faces showed either suspicion, uncertainty or, as in Otto's case, seemingly pure satisfaction. It was this kind of satisfaction that she had only seen in battles. In battles and fights in which one had dealt his enemy a crushing blow. When you had him bleeding on the ground in front of you and you could turn everything in your favor with one simple blow.
This expression made her feel pure fear. ,,I have asked you all to come here. I am going to marry again after a long time" Viserys began and everyone seemed to be waiting for his answer. She saw Lord Corlys leaning out in his chair as if he was waiting to either complain or thank him. But why was Alicent here? Simply because she was the daughter of the hand or because it was a small yet not so secret meeting? She knew whoever would be named would probably change everything. ,, I will marry the Lady Alicent Hightower before the end of spring" came the words over the lips of the king and suddenly it became deadly quiet in the room. No armor clattered , no sniffling , no loud breathing even the wind and the city seemed silent for a moment. Why Alicent? the question popped into her head, but immediately Lord Corlys rose from his chair almost threateningly. Automatically her hand slid to the grip of Longclaw and waited there. ,,This is an insult, my house is the most important of significance, you betray the blood of old Valyria" he hissed as sharply as the waves of the indomitable sea.
It was not even necessary to observe how hard he had to pull himself together to not shout at his king and old friend. ,,You forget who I am, your king, Lord Corlys," came Viserys at the same time, taking a step towards the other. While Lord Corlys looked at everyone in the room with a last fatal glance that ended at Otto, he stormed out angrily. This is a fatal decision, she thought next, any blind person could see the problem. Or did she miss something? In all this chaos, it was Rhaenyra who reacted second. Tears welled up in the princess' eyes as she simply looked at Alicent in hurt before looking at her father with that broken look. ,,Rhaenyra," he said more faintly than anything else before his daughter walked out. But in all that time Alicent said nothing, she looked silently at the ground, but not at her father, her future husband or her friends. ,,Excuse me, my King the Lords," Y/n said next, deliberately leaving Alicent out. Before she left, Rhaenyra rushed out after her. She caught the blond hair disappearing around a corner and the sobs reaching her ears. ,,Rhaenyra wait!" she called after the princess, but she seemed to ignore her.
She ran after her heart and saw Rhaenyra running straight towards the dragon's hell. Her heart beat faster, she herself had never been in the huge stable for the dragons. Rhaenyra probably knew the place by heart and she knew that if she reached Syrax, the Mormont would not be able to follow. She saw the blond hair and the yellowish dress disappear into it. ,,Rhaenyra wait please let me help you!" she called as she took the first steps. It was dark compared to the lit outside. It seemed like a vast cave system with exits for different dragons. But where the blonde had gone she didn't know, the few torches and illuminators were too few. ,,Rhaenyra?" she asked, hoping the princess would answer. She mustered all her courage and took further steps inside. But as soon as she decided to go around a corner, she saw a dragon several meters away, spitting fire and roaring at her. ,,L-Lykiri" she shouted, but it was useless, the dragon she couldn't recognize screamed again and seemed to be coming towards her. Before she could make another move, she ran out again, her heart pounding. ,,Rhaenyra, where are you?" she shouted again and heard a dragon screech from inside.
She recognized the relatively bright scream and the light purr that followed. Suddenly she realized where Rhaenyra was flying out of and quickly tried to get away from the risky door. ,,Alyssa!" she screamed as loud as she could, knowing that once Rhaenyra was in the air she would not be able to catch her. Damn it, Rhaenyra, what are you doing? she asked herself, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a rising grate slowly open. But at the same time she saw Alyssa come running to answer her call. But as soon as Alyssa was only a few meters away from her, she saw Syrax coming out of the stable. She almost jumped on Alyssa before she ran after Syrax as good as she could. Since Rhaenyra flew relatively low, there was not yet too much distance. ,,Rhaenyra please let me come with you ! Let me help you, please!" she screamed at the loud dragoness. But the princess seemed to be too much in her grief and hurt that she completely faded out everything.
But shortly after, Syrax sped up and Alyssa lost ground against her. Only when Rhaenyra pulled up the reins of Syrax and the dragoness took to the air, Alyssa slowed down and stopped shortly after. Before the bear roared after the dragoness one last time. At least let me be a shoulder to cry on and a body to hug Y/n thought bitterly about the whole situation and watched Syrax disappear between the clouds. ,,Let's turn her around...she has to deal with the pain" she said to Alyssa before she redirected the bear and the two rode back to the castle. It was only a few minutes before she came back with Alyssa and saw a Lord Corlys with a few men on the water with one of his giant ships. This is all going to have a big aftermath, she thought before getting off Alyssa as her hand passed through her fur, muttering, Thank goodness we're not involved. But was she right? Maybe it was the north itself, the cold bay where her home lay. Maybe it was her curse or her view of people and how they react. But something inside her told her something she bitterly tried to ignore. We are already involved she thought, knowing that by confessing her feelings for Rhaenyra she had long been drawn into it. In this power struggle of the houses. In the game for the throne. Something she knew would cost many lives. She sighed heavily as she looked towards the sky one last time before taking Alyssa back to Visenya. Before she went back to the castle, even if it was a quick afterglow that she had only known for a short time. So she as Lady Mormont had to send the message to her subordinates as well as to Lord Stark if he had not already received it. Not to forget a perhaps serious answer to House Manderlys. Now she seemed to understand what it meant to marry. As nice as the advantages might be in the form of power and money.
One would always make enemies forever. And with the closing of her door to her room and the writing of her letters as a duty to her house, the last seemingly calm time before the storm that would brew in the next almost two decades before it became a storm and would end in a deadly dance. But this story lasts until it is told. Time passed and so did the spring with the wedding. This itself was seen from the outside a beautiful celebration. With all the unspeakably expensive things. Inwardly, however, it was a celebration of hatred, sadness, fear, betrayal and disgust. The hatred in Lord Corly's eyes when he showed up with his family out of duty because he had to obey the king. Sadness in the eyes of Rhaenyra who was so far away from all this. Fear in the eyes of the bride Alicent for what was to come, including the wedding night. Betrayal in the eyes of Otto who seemed to be enjoying all this and smiling almost all the time. And the disgust in the eyes of Daemon who appeared so briefly like a shadow before disappearing again on Caraxes. Such a quick appearance that Y/n noticed his awe, slash aversion, when Caraxes took off and landed.
It was not a fairy tale even if Alicent looked beautiful in the white dress with red and gold accessories. It was a celebration that drove the surrounding houses of the coronet all further apart. It was one of the moments when Rhaenyra was close to Alicent for the last time. How she helped her friend to put on the wedding dress. This last time she held her hand only to turn away from her best friend at the ceremony. But she cried no tears not a single one instead she seemed to be as dangerous and biting as a dragon. Only to her goddess the elder Mormont did she seem to show her true inner self. Fear it was the fear of a child of a soon to be young woman who had lost her friend to duty. But the only thing the Lady Mormont could do was to hold the princess' hand under the table during the day and stroke it. And at night, to take her beautiful dragoness Rhaenyra in her arms and try to take away her pain with gentle words. It seemed that the more time passed, the more bitter Rhaenyra became and the more adult Mormont seemed to become with her responsibilities and thoughts. All what happened at the end of the blooming spring was a pure tragedy.
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zgscgs i’m crying in the train rn and i feel hella dumb for it 🥲 it’s nothing serious thooo so don’t worry 🤍
but basically what happened is that i was scrolling through tiktok and i saw a vid of someone who found a wounded fox on the street of the Ukrainian border. the fox had a nasty wound on it’s head (probs bcs of a car accident) and they were freezing, so the person who found them took them to the vet at 2 am in the morning and the vet couldn’t do much, bcs they weren’t certain if the fox has rabies or not. then there was someone from a vet clinic who could take a look at the fox and dictate if they had rabies or not and if they do they would be put under. the person who found the fox named him rice bowl btw. so the next four days rice bowl was in a critic situation and somewhere around noon the guy got a call from the clinic. turns out rice bowl didn’t have rabies but they did pass away 🥺😭😫 the wound from it’s head was so bad that they got brain damage and on top of that due to the freezing cold, rice bowl’s internal organs were barely functioning so they decided to give the poor animal mercy and put him to rest
istg why do these things happen i’m actually feeling rlly bad for rice bowl even though i know it’s part of life. i guess it’s the way rice bowl died and how much pain they had to suffer what rlly gets me 😭
anyway, i’m so sorry for telling you this sad story, but i rlly want some cuddles rn if you don’t mind 🥺
Baby, cmere *wraps my arms around you and brushes your hair back*
It really is unfair what happened to lil rice bowl but at least they’re no longer suffering and the vet was able to grant them mercy. Ji wasn’t kidding when she said ya have a big heart *kisses the top of your head* did you wanna visit the animal shelter? Or get some boba? Anything to make you feel better, princess
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Chapter 23 why not sure I'll marry you part 9
The following morning, Hitch dropped by the Z-Heights store on the way to the sheriff's station. There, Peach Melba taught him that there were apps that drain a phone's battery more than others, such as Amplify and making video calls. Thus, Hitch brought his charger to work so that he wouldn't drain his phone's battery from listening to Pipp's music while working in case Pipp wanted to video call after work.
As the week passed, Hitch continued encountering ponies who had questions regarding him and Pipp. It became a routine to answer questions regarding the wedding, Presto, whether Hitch would live with Pipp in Zephyr Heights or her moving to Maretime Bay every time Hitch was on patrol. To Hitch's relief, the questions died down on Thursday as the community acknowledged Hitch's explanations of what happened at Zephyr Heights Castle and where things were going between him and Pipp. Periwinkle appreciated Hitch not revealing her as the pony behind the "Marry Me" sign. But while she was happy that Hitch was giving his marriage a chance, many other mares, such as Mayflower, Dahlia, Mountain Frost, and Peach Melba, didn't look or speak to Hitch with the sparkle in their eyes that they once had.
Come Friday, two weeks after the wedding, Hitch went to work with Pipp in mind. The last time Pipp called him, she announced she was visiting and expected to arrive sometime that day, but she didn't know when exactly. Hitch kept Pipp's visit a secret from everypony but Sunny, wanting to avoid any more excitement all over town. At noon, Hitch went to grab lunch while Sprout stayed in the sheriff's station ordering pizza. Hitch walked to Sunny's smoothie stand and got in line for a drink before grabbing his lunch at a nearby sandwich stand. Hitch hummed to Pipp's songs as he waited in line. When Hitch reached the front of the line, Sunny looked at him with a professional smile, but Hitch saw in her eyes that she was excited.
"Morning, Sheriff Hitch," Sunny greeted. "The usual blueberry plum swirl?"
"You bet," Hitch replied.
"Coming right up," Sunny said.
Sunny went to the back of the stand and began working on Hitch's order. Hitch went back to humming and tapped his front left hoof while he waited. When Sunny finished, Hitch reached into his satchel to take out money to pay for the smoothie. However, as Hitch dug into his satchel, Sunny looked around to make sure nopony else was around and smirked before leaning toward Hitch and holding her hoof up to hide her mouth.
"Psst. Hey, Hitch, any idea how soon Pipp will be here?" she whispered.
Hitch rolled his eyes, thinking he should have suspected Sunny would ask.
"No idea. She hasn't texted me since she left Zephyr Heights because there's no reception between Zephyr Heights and Maretime Bay," Hitch said.
"That's a shame. Are you hoping she comes soon?" Sunny asked.
Hitch looked away from Sunny, hesitant to answer.
"Yyyyyyeeesss, and no," he said.
"No? What do you mean, 'no?' Aren't you looking forward to her coming to see you?" Sunny asked.
"Sure, I am, but I'd like the princess to arrive when I'm off duty, so I have time to show her around town," Hitch said before adding while scratching his front leg, "Also, the later she comes, the higher the chance of ponies not going, well, ballistic."
Sunny gave Hitch an unamused frown and asked, "Seriously, Hitch? That's your biggest concern?"
"Well, what do you expect? If I told anypony she's coming apart from you, the whole town would want to set a parade or something in her honor when she's only here to see me," Hitch said.
"Hitch, you're married to the most beloved pony in all of Equestria. Everypony is going to lose it whether you tell them ahead of time or not," Sunny said. "Besides, what do you plan to do if Pipp does come when you're done with work? Show her around town in the middle of the night while everypony is asleep and then call it a day? I doubt she's coming all the way here just for that."
"No, you're right. She wouldn't," Hitch said with a sigh. "I just want to make time where it's just the two of us so we can find out whether or not we should stay married."
Sunny smiled warmly and said, "I understand, but her appearance will cause a lot of attention whenever she comes here. You probably will too whenever you visit her at Zephyr Heights. Queen Haven and Zipp never said anything about you and Pipp getting to know each other privately all the time."
"If that's the case, then maybe the princess and I should figure out how to spend time with less attention apart from calling or texting each other," Hitch said. "Otherwise, I should expect every visit to be her popping up and somepony saying -"
"IT'S PIPP!"
Hitch turned to find a horde of ponies running past him and Sunny, screaming joyfully. Hitch and Sunny looked ahead to find Pipp walking down the streets with Thunder and Zoom walking beside her and Zipp following. Zoom and Thunder stepped in front of Pipp and lifted their wings to keep ponies back as the citizens cheered and took pictures with their phones. One shopkeeper took a bouquet from his shop and ran over to offer them to Pipp. Pip smiled sweetly and reached over Zoom and Thunder's wings to take the flowers as she thanked the ponies for their enthusiastic welcome.
Hitch huffed and gave Sunny a look that said," You see what I mean?" He marched over to the crowd, with Sunny getting out of her stand to follow. Pipp noticed them coming from the corner of her eye and her smile brightened as she turned to Hitch and waved to him. Hitch's heart skipped a beat, but the moment was quickly dashed when he noticed Zipp looking at him over Pipp's shoulder. She was giving Hitch and Sunny a friendly smile, but deep in her cyan eyes Hitch could see that she was going to watch him very closely. Hitch gulped to hide any hint of fear and put on a professional face as he pushed through the crowd.
"All right, everypony, break it up," he ordered.
The ponies who noticed Hitch coming backed away, all too happy to give him room to come over to his wife. Zoom and Thunder lowered their wings to allow Hitch to pass, and Pipp's smile grew as Hitch stopped in front of her.
"H-hi," Hitch said while scratching the back of his head.
"Hi," Pipp said, moving her mane back.
The crowd "awww" ed, finding their awkward greeting adorable. Then Izzy pushed her way to the front of the crowd and shouted, "Kiss her, Hitch!"
"Yeah, kiss her!" A stallion agreed.
Before Hitch and Pipp knew it, the crowd was exclaiming words of agreement and telling them to kiss. Hitch and Pipp looked away from each other bashfully, with Hitch still rubbing the back of his head as their cheeks turned pink. They then faced each other, and Hitch awkwardly leaned his head toward Pipp. Pipp chuckled with her mouth closed, finding Hitch's attempts to make the first move cute, and leaned in for a peck on the lips. They looked away from each other again with their cheeks turning cherry red, and ponies cheered while some took videos of the kiss.
"All right, everypony, let's leave Hitch and Pipp alone,'' Sunny said, stepping between Hitch and Pipp and the crowd. "Pipp came all the way from Zephyr Heights to spend time with Hitch, so let's leave them be."
Some of the ponies "aww" ed in disappointment but reluctantly agreed. Thus, the crowd dispersed, leaving only Hitch, Pipp, Zipp, Sunny, Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder left. Hitch and Pipp continued to look away from each other, with Hitch giving Sunny a thankful look. After half a minute, Hitch cleared his throat and turned to Pipp, still not looking at her.
"So… how is your trip?" Hitch asked.
Pipp turned back to Hitch and said, "It was a nightmare not being able to use Bestie, but Zipp was here to keep me company, so I managed."
"Yeah, Zipp. You didn't mention you were bringing your sister with you," Hitch said.
“That's because I'm a last-minute addition," Zipp said. "When Pipp told me she was coming to visit you, I thought it would be nice to visit Maretime Bay myself. After all, I've never been outside of Zephyr Heights either, so why not fix that when my sister comes to visit you?"
"Well, you are both welcome to come and visit our home, Zipp," Sunny said.
"Yeah, the more princesses the better," Izzy said.
"Thanks, you two," Pipp said. "Now, I hope our arrival wasn't disrupting your patrol, Hitch."
"Oh, no. Not at all," Hitch assured. "In fact, I was about to grab some lunch."
Sunny gasped and said, "Hitch, your smoothie is still on the counter."
Pipp and Zipp's eyes widened, and the former said, "Oh, my glitter, lunch with a smoothie sounds so wonderful. We haven't eaten lunch either, and after so much walking, a smoothie sounds wonderful. I'm so thirsty I could chug an entire smoothie in 10 seconds."
"Ha! That's cute, Sis. I could chug an entire smoothie in less than 10 seconds," Zipp said.
Hitch laughed and said, "That's nice, Your Highnesses, but it just so happens I hold the record for drinking an entire, large smoothie the fastest."
"Oh, is that a fact?" Zipp asked with a smirk. "In that case why don't you prove that with a little competition? If either I or Pipp beat you, you have to pay for both of our drinks."
"You're on," Hitch said. "Don't say I didn't warn you about going against a champion."
"Hee hee. In-laws smack talking. This is going to be fun," Izzy said.
"Alright then, everypony, follow me to my stand," Sunny said.
Hitch, Pipp, Zipp, Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder followed Sunny, with Pipp walking beside Hitch. Sunny went back inside her stand and held out Hitch's smoothie to him until she gasped and pulled back.
"Wait a minute. This smoothie has probably melted a little after being left alone to welcome Pipp and Zipp," she said. "I'll make another smoothie so that you all have fresh smoothies to keep it fair."
"Fine with me. It won't help the princesses," Hitch said.
"Oh, ho! I'm gonna make you eat those words, Sheriff," Zipp said. "Anyway, I'll take a strawberry and raspberry mix, Sunny."
"An orange and kiwi smoothie would be fabulous," Pipp said, singing the last word.
"Coming right up," Sunny said. "Who wants Hitch's old smoothie?"
"Oooo. Me! Me! Me!" Thunder exclaimed, waving his hoof.
With a chuckle, Sunny gave Thunder the smoothie and began working on the other three smoothies. As they waited for their drinks, Hitch and Zipp gave each other competitive smirks that made Izzy giggle and Pipp smile in amusement. When Sunny finished, she handed Hitch, Pipp, and Zipp their smoothies and then took out a timer. She paused for a few seconds to build up the suspense.
"On your marks…get set…GO!" Sunny exclaimed.
Immediately, Hitch, Pipp, and Sunny began wolfing down their smoothies. Hitch and Zipp continued glancing at each other, trying to intimidate the other by showing off how fast they were drinking. Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder watched Hitch and Zipp closely as they consumed three-quarters of their smoothies. Eventually, Hitch grew closer to finishing first, exciting everypony until they heard Pipp slamming her cup on the counter.
"Totally done!" She boasted with a hiccup.
Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder looked at the younger princess, shocked, while Sunny stopped her timer. Hitch finished his smoothie six seconds later, and Zipp finished last three seconds after Hitch. Hitch and Zipp panted before turning to Pipp, astonished to see her victorious.
"7.1 seconds. We have a new Gulpathon record!" Sunny announced. "Princess Pipp Trailblazer is our new champion!"
Sunny, Izzy, Zoom, and Thunder cheered while Pipp gave Hitch and Zipp a smug look. Hitch started back, stunned that he had been beaten and that Pipp finished her drink in less than 10 seconds. Pipp gestured to Hitch with her head to pay up, and Hitch sighed as he paid Sunny for Pipp and Zipp's smoothies. Zipp gave her sister a hoof bump, then turned to Hitch.
"Gotta admit, Sheriff, I'm impressed," she said. "I consider myself pretty fast when I want to be, and it usually leads to me winning a lot of contests back at home. So, as baffled as I am that Pipp beat both of us, I have to give you credit that you're not all talk since you finished before me. So, nice job."
"Thanks, Your Highness," Hitch said.
"Ah, just call me Zipp like everyone else," Zipp said. "Just keep in mind giving you permission to call me by my real name doesn't mean I'm not still watching you."
"That's fair," Hitch said.
Zipp smirked and nodded in approval. Hitch smiled back in respect until their faces fell, and they pursed their lips before holding their heads and whimpering and agony. Pipp followed suit, screaming, "ouch," rapidly and repeatedly while Sunny shook her head.
"It never fails. One large smoothie and you get a nasty brain freeze," she said. "That's the price you pay when participating in a Gulpathon."
"Yeah, but it was totally worth it," Pipp said with a smile to hide her pain. "My thirst is quenched, I got my drink for free, and now I'm the new Gulpathon champion in Maretime Bay."
"A triple score for sure,'' Sunny added before turning to Hitch with a smirk. "And if memory serves correctly, both you and the former champion have yet to have lunch, so may I suggest that you go find a place to eat with Hitch paying for both of you?"
"Both? Why am I paying for both of us?" Hitch asked while still massaging his head.
"Duh, because she is a guest and your wife. Everypony knows the husband pays for both meals on a date," Sunny said.
"Yeah, Hitch, that should be obvious for a gentlecolt like you," Izzy said.
Hitch opened his mouth to protest, but all he could do was sputter until he huffed and lowered his head in defeat.
"Fine, but we're going to have to do takeouts. I'm still on duty," he said.
"Oh, come on, Hitch, the sheriff's station isn't going to miss you. You did promise a tour of the town," Sunny rebuked.
"I know, but I don't like the idea of leaving Sprout alone for too long,'' Hitch said.
"Who is Sprout?" Pipp asked.
"He's my deputy. I need to keep an eye on him because he is still a little prejudiced against unicorns and pegasi," Hitch said. "The only creatures I consider obedient in the station are the critters."
Pipp's eyes widened, and she let out a loud gasp.
"You have critters?!" she asked.
"Yeah, a couple of seagulls and a crab," Hitch said.
"Oooo. I want to see the critters!" Pipp chirped. "Let's grab food and eat at the sheriff's station so I can meet the critters!"
"Are you sure? The station isn't the fanciest place for two ponies to eat out together," Hitch said.
"I don't mind," Pipp said. "Besides, you did promise me a tour, and it only makes sense that I visit your job at some point. So, might as well, right?"
Sunny and Zipp gave Pipp concerned looks, thinking she may be too kind to Hitch, who was not yet putting Pipp before his badge. Hitch, on the other hand, smiled and said, "Well then, what are we waiting for?"
With that, Hitch and Pipp walked away, with Pipp giving everypony else a wave. Everypony silently watched as Hitch and Pipp left, and Zoom turned to Zipp with a salute.
"Your Highness, do you want us to follow them?" She asked.
Zipp's frown deepened as she thought about it, then said, "Yes, but be discreet. Keep a close eye on the sheriff's station outside. Be ready to come to Pipp's aid should anything happen."
"Very good, Your Highness," Zoom said as she and Thunder saluted.
The royal guards marched in Hitch and Pipp's direction, keeping at a distance. Zipp kept her eye on Pipp and Hitch as they walked away until Sunny put her hoof on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Zipp. Your sister will be fine," Sunny said. "Married or not, Pipp couldn't be in safer hands in Maritime Bay."
Zipp kept her gaze momentarily before she sighed and turned to Sunny.
"Maybe you're right, but it's going to take more than your words to assure me," Zipp said. "Besides, Presto was somepony we thought we didn't have to worry about either, so I see no reason to believe that this will be different right away."
"I understand. Just know for the record that I believe you are worrying for nothing," Sunny said. "In the meantime, I still have work to do, but how about Izzy gives you your own tour around town?"
Izzy let out a long gasp with her face stretching from ear to ear.
"Showing a new friend around my new home?!" she squealed. "This is going to be the best! I can even show you where I get my materials for unicycling!"
Zipp hesitated, not wanting to spend her time working on arts and crafts, but after a moment, she accepted there no there's no other choice, for she had nothing better to do with Zoom and Thunder keeping an eye on Pipp in her stead.
"Sure. Why not?" she answered with a forced grin.
"Yay!" Izzy squealed. "I hope you like glitter cause our first stop is showing you the store where I get, like, boatloads of it in many colors."
Zipp chuckled while keeping her forced grin as Izzy took her by the hoof and began dragging her to the arts and crafts store. Sunny giggled as she watched them go and went back inside her stand just as more customers began coming. As Sunny began making smoothies, she looked in the direction of the sheriff’s station.
"Hitch, please start opening up more."
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NHHP 2022 Day 7: Alight Upon a Dangerous Fate
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Today’s Word is: Wisp
Characters: GeminiTay
Season: Empires 2
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Word Count: 708
Summary: Fate leads where it will, even where its subjects cannot follow.
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Princess Gem spent a lovely morning developing the coastline of Dawn. Without many internal defenses, places like her port needed to be well-fortified!
It was almost noon when she heard it: a soft woosh, like someone lighting a fireplace.
Gem looked around for the source of the sound. There! Hovering at about waist height was a small blue flame. A few meters beyond it, another had appeared.
The wisps were leading her somewhere again.
Her butterfly friend, resting on her back as always, fluttered its wings at the change in direction. The wisps had led her to the giant butterfly whose wings could fly Gem between kingdoms; maybe now the little flames were leading her to another future treasure of Dawn!
Gem quickly noticed that the wisps were leading her once more into the nearby cave where she had found her kingdom's banner. She glanced nervously at the stone overhead as it began to block out the sunlight, but steeled herself and kept going.
Deeper, deeper. So far down into the caves that the only hint of sunlight ever existing was the glow coming from the Sun Princess's own body. Gem could light her surroundings, but anything beyond was just gloom. Even the blue flames she followed only shone enough to be visible, revealing nothing of what was around them.
Something growled in the darkness. Gem subconsciously sidestepped in the opposite direction. She hoped this trail would reach its target soon...
Eight red eyes glowed. In the next moment, a spider leaped at Gem. She shrieked and tumbled backward. A quick thought occurred to her that she should be glad she was in her work dress, or a simple fall would have gotten her completely tangled in petticoats. Turning her face away from snapping mandibles, Gem swung her axe blindly upward.
The spider twitched, its attacks ceasing. Gem hastily pushed it off her and got to her feet. "Ew ew ew!"
Gem started to follow the wisps again, but the commotion had attracted more attention. Zombies gathered around the cracked-open body of the spider; those who couldn't push their way in, turned toward her. Skeletons and creepers took notice. More spiders approached, heedless of their dead kin, only concerned with the smell and movement of prey.
Gem turned one direction, then another, unsure where to aim another swing. "Uh... help? Wisps?" she tried. But the little blue flames stayed stalwartly marking a path that was quickly becoming impassable. A creeper walked through a flame, uncaring. Gem swiped at it.
The mobs piled on. The princess of Dawn fell, despite her best efforts to stay alive. The blue flame path glowed, leading to a destination still unknown.
Gem awoke with a start. She was back in her bedroom, the sun angled just enough past noon to cast its warmth directly on her bed. She savored it for a while, but grimaced when she remembered that she would need to go back into the cave to get everything she had died with...
Something briefly dimmed the sunbeam, fluttering and scritching against the window. Gem let out a relieved laugh. It was her giant butterfly! "You found me!" she exclaimed, running to open the window. "Here you go. Come in!"
The butterfly settled comfortably into its spot on Gem's back, holding her securely and ready to serve. It had become a sort of comforting weight, if Gem was being honest. It almost made her want to go back into the cave right now and show those monsters what-for!
Except she didn't have anything else to deal with them. And really, she didn't have anything specially forged or anything like that yet... the only irreplaceable thing she'd left down there was the butterfly, and it had found its way back to her on its own. She could get new tools later.
A wisp appeared on her balcony with a soft woosh.
"You know what? No," Gem told it. "I don't know if you were trying to lead me to my death, or if I just, I don't know, wasn't ready for what you wanted me to do, but you did lead me to my death! I'm not having anything to do with you until you learn how to treat a princess properly."
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I keep a princess diana coin in my backpack at all times. For moral support.
#if noone got me i know princess di got me#i would put it in my car but... thats probably a bad idea#ALSO I GOT MY OWN CAR#IM SO EXCITED#i stay strapped with the princess di collector coin#dont ask why i have it.
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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS
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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff
"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"
notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!
warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids
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Eren Jeager:
You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.
"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:
"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.
Erwin Smith:
On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.
"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.
This was a different walk of shame
Levi Ackerman:
He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.
"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.
"What are you hiding away for?"
"You just changed the sheets"
"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"
Connie Springer:
Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.
"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"
"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.
You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.
Jean Kirschstein:
Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.
Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.
You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.
Armin Arlet:
Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-
Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.
"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"
"I squirted"
"Oh"
"Yes"
"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"
Reiner Braun:
Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.
"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"
And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.
Berthold Hoover:
His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.
After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....
Ymir:
Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.
"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.
Mikasa Ackerman:
It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.
"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"
"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.
"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.
#erwin smith#eren jeager#levi ackerman#armin arlet#jean kirstein#connie springer#berthold hoover#reiner braun#ymir#mikasa#erwin smith x reader#eren jeager x reader#levi x reader#jean x reader#connie x reader#armin arlet x reader#ymir x reader#mikasa ackerman x reader#aot#attack on titan#snk#shingeki no kyoujin#aot x reader#snk x reader#smut#aot smut#aot headcanons#eren smut#levi smut
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can you handle it?
sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?
pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)
genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)
word count: 2.9k
warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint
a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.
Challenge?
Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.
Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.
He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.
Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.
Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”
A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”
“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“
“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.
[12:03 PM]
you: I can’t take this anymore.
hannie: what’s wrong, princess?
You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?
you: you know what I mean, han.
hannie: and what about it?
hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)
Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.
Stupid dick.
You weren’t even that horny this morning.
The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.
“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.
“Where’d she go?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.
Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.
Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.
You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.
Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”
“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.
You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.
“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”
He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.
Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.
He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”
“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.
Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.
“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”
A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.
“P-please”
Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.
Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.
“You better stay fucking quiet.”
One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.
“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”
His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.
At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”
“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.
In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.
You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.
“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.
“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.
Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen smut#seventeen x reader#yoon jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan smut#jeonghan imagine#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan imagines#yoon jeonghan smut#yoon jeonghan#yoon jeonghan one shot#jeonghan one shots#svt jeonghan
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"Can Never Say No To The Princess."
Reader x Sadeyes, Oscar and Rio
Summary: You go on a date without the guys knowing but once they get word of it they decide to drop by.
Warning: Some Cussing, angst.
A/N: I didn't know what I was going to do with these three but then I saw one of the chapters for livingwiththem and my brain thought this up. Hope you like it :)
Shout out to @b3mybunnybaby for the idea of doing a quick one of these three Kings.
Not my Gifs but idk who they belong to because they were in my camera roll so just let me know if it's yours and I'll give credit.
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The guys left around noon to go handle some business. Once you found out they would be gone for the whole day you were actually happy this time because you were finally going on a date with this guy you've been talking to, Luis and the guys don't know about him and you didn't want them to. At least not yet, you want to see how the date goes and then if you see a future you'll prepare him.
You go to the mall and buy a red lace top, a pair of black jeans that made your ass look great and a pair of black heels but not to much heel because you didn't want to be taller than him.
Around six Luis text you that he's coming to get you and he has a few places he wants to take you. He picks you up and drive you to the boardwalk, you guys do nothing but laugh. You guys get some sweets and eat as you walk on the beach, as the sun sets.
Once it's dark it starts getting cold so you guys go back to his car and sit there and talk because neither of you wanted the night to end. Your stomach growled about an hour an a half after being in the car so you guys decide to head back and grab something to eat but when he takes you to a taco place by your place everything goes south.
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When you were driving away Rio was pulling up but he didn't think about the car that was driving away from him as he turned onto the street. Rio and two other Santos get out and head inside.
Once Rio gets to the door he unlocks it and they walk in; he calls out for you but nothing. He goes looking for you but can't find you so he calls you.
"She's not answering." Rio says pulling the phone away from his ear, confused because you had a special ring tone for him, Spooky and Sadeyes so you wouldn't miss their calls.
"Maybe we should call Spooky." One of the Santos suggest but Rio's quick to cut that idea.
"No. I got it." He says, sending you a few text messages.
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About an hour of you not answering Sadeyes shows up at the house since no Santos were at Spookys. Once Sadeyes walks in he nods at the Santos and sees how tense Rio is so he asks
"What's up."
"Y/Ns not here and she's not answering her phone." Rio says.
Sadeyes frowns his eyebrows, confused and pulls his phone out to see if you'd answer him. Once you didn't and Rio showed him how many times he called and texted you Sadeyes says "We need to tell Spooky."
Rio growls, irritated and sucks he teeth but doesn't argue.
Sadeyes told the Santos at the house to spread the word that they need to keep an eye out for you and call if they find you. Around 10 Spooky shows up at Rio's.
"You guys ok? They said you needed me here. Y/N ok?" Spooky ask once he walks in.
"We can't find her." Rio says after Sadeyes and him exchanged a look.
"What do you mean you can't find her?" Spooky ask, confused and worried. "She was here when you left. No?"
"No she was but when I got back-"
"What time? What time did you get back?" Spooky ask interrupting Rio.
"Around six thirty." Rio says.
Spooky turns around, trying to calm down and think of where you could of gone.
"We call and texted, nothing. So I sent Rocko and Jr to tell the others to keep an eye out." Sadeyes says
Spooky nods and pulls his phone out.
It can't hurt to give you a call and see if you'll answer, he thinks.
Voicemail. At least it's on, he thinks.
As he's pulling the phone away from his ear Cesar walks in and the Santos look at him.
"What are you doing here?" Spooky ask
"Joker said your looking for Y/N. Me and Monse saw her at that taco shop down the street."
The Santos look at each other and head out the door, to the famous red Impala and to you.
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Your sitting there in one of the four booths in the taco shop, laughing and talking to Luis that you didn't notice the famous red Impala pull up and you didn't notice the guys walk in right away.
But once you see them your face drops. Luis looks behind him to see what your looking at and his eyes go wide with fear for a few seconds.
Makes sense since Luis is almost 5'8 and Sadeyes is 6'3, even when he's was sitting down he's still tall. Spooky is 6'1 and has a scary ass face when he wants to and Rio is 6'1 , they all had the Santo tattoo and some others. They were definitely intimidating if you didn't know them how you knew them.
Spooky silently tells you to move over and you do after rolling your eyes. Sadeyes stands next to Spooky, staring at Luis.
Rio stands at the end of the table staring at Luis and honestly he was more intimidating now because he had some cuts on his face, that you would clean later.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?" Rio ask you looking at you.
"Must of died." You seethe
Rio licks his lips and looks at Luis.
Spooky calmly says "Your the reason we were worried. The reason the whole block was looking for her."
You look at Spooky like he's unbelievable but you know you're lucky there weren't posters of you up on phone polls.
"You need to leave." Rio says happily but also deadly.
Luis looks at you and you give him a small lip tight smile and he gets out of the booth and is followed out by Sadeyes and Rio.
Once Luis leaves the parking lot you turn to Spooky and saying "Move."
He stare at you for to long so you stand up and step over the table then over the booth and storm out the taco shop, him hot on your tail.
"I ain't done!" Spooky says
You ignore him and March to the Impala. You know they won't let you walk, they would pick you up and put you in the car if they had to so you pull up the seat and climb in the back, pulling the front seat down you sit right behind the passenger seat, up against the window and wait for them to get in.
Sadeyes gets in, sitting up front, Rio gets in the back but thankfully doesn't move towards you, just looks at you, Spooky gets in after putting the seat down and starts driving.
It's quite till Rio looks at you and breaks it by asking
"You serious?"
You turn your head and look him up and down, pissed then say
"Yes. You guys never let me do anything that a normal girl does."
"Your not a normal girl Y/N." Oscar says
"Your special, and not just to us. Everyone sees it. That's why girls hate you and why we keep guys away." Sadeyes states
You scoff at that comment before saying "But it's not fair! I want a man to love me, and have a family one day and I can't get that if I don't go on dates."
It's quite for the rest of the drive. The guys thinking about what you said till Spooky pulls up to the house you and Rio share. Since your in the back you can't get out till Sadeyes moves so you sit there, waiting for someone to say something.
"You know we love you. Right?" Spooky says breaking the silence.
"Yeah." You quietly say, looking down at your hands.
Spooky turns in his seat and looks at you. So does Sadeyes.
"You don't see what we see Y/N/N." Sadeyes says
"The guys that be looking at you and trying to get you ain't shit and we know that. That's why we scare them off." Sadeyes says.
"You don't know Luis though." You quietly say
The boys look at each other then Spooky says "Your right."
You look up at him and he continues "We don't know him- but we.... just-"
"We want you Happy. We do but you gotta understand that you don't see or hear what we see and hear. These foos around here really ain't shit." Rio says
"We're just looking out for ya." Sadeyes says
You look at them and think for a moment then say "Will you guys at least try to talk to Luis before you blow him off?"
"I ain't blowin that foo." Spooky says.
"I ain't blowin him." Sadeyes says.
"The fuck." Rio says.
Was their responses which made you smile.
"We'll think about it." Spooky says which means yes because they can never say no to the Princess.
A/N: I wrote this last night. It took me like an hour, I think but I'm actually surprised at how much I like this. I hope you enjoyed :)
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you think in season 1 when bellamy and clarke were still pretend *enemies* more like just idiots, bellamy observed her and he got effing angry at her for the stupidest little things-
like things about camp sure and how he wanted to just go out and hunt to get them food but she was like-no, every other day otherwise it’s dangerous so instead he spent his day building camp walls or fixing tents for the kids and he was pretend pissed off
but deep down he knew she did it cause they HAD to do those stuff too as much as they wanted to be free and out, they had to built and secure a home;
and she was right.
she was damn right about it all;
but also how the more he stayed inside, the more he actually took the time to look at her, observe her and he noticed how shitty she was at taking care of herself you know?
how she was so great at making sure the camp, the kids are doing well-that they had clothes, shoes, tents, rations, water but she?
god she was AWFUL at it-
she wouldn’t sleep AT ALL and when she did, it’d never be for more than a few hours;
one day he watched her eat a few dry pieces of apples for supposed “breakfast” and nothing else ALL
DAY
LONG
which made him so angry he snapped the wire he was using to secure the beams around a camp tent and miller gave him a curious look, asked if he was okay;
she had no clothes, nothing warm, her shoes he was pretty sure leaked because she took them off and tried to warm up her toes by the fire at night when no one was looking except her socks were holy and barely there and he wanted to smack her on the head with them-
she had no tent, no proper place to sleep, he knew she usually crashed in med bay to keep an eye on the sick or hurt kids but whenever he went there he found her sleeping on the floor, not even a blanket rolled up under her but just her jacket propped up as a pretend dumbass pillow;
seriously, she was so HORRIBLE at this it made his blood fucking boil and he just couldn’t stand it; he kept telling himself that if he was going to have a proper rival, if they were going to fight cat and dog style, she had to be as strong and as rested as he was;
so he was doing this for himself more than for her or so he told himself;
he found her not one but two blankets, then built her up her own tent and shoved her there one evening when she was almost passed out after spending hours fixing a boy’s broken leg up;
then he began shoving food in her hands at least five times a day; by now he had his routine-apples and bread in the morning, soup at noon, meat and bread again for dinner;
water too, he even brew her teeth when she caught a cold and was sneezing all around camp;
at night he stole her socks when she went to bed so he could stitch them up for her and bring them back before morning;
he put extra pelts on the inside of her jacket, sewed them up himself;
he rummaged through three bunkers until he found the right boot size for her and took a stick to measure her feet when she was sleeping which apparently made her ticklish enough she kicked him in the face and bruised his poor right eye;
princess was a fighter even in her sleep;
then he installed a cot in medbay, got her extra clothes to change there when hers got bloody or dirty;
by the time he was making sure she wasn’t passing out as she walked out of her tent each morning, it was already a part of his steady every day routine and somewhere at the back of his head he kept insisting that he hated her and she was the most annoying person on the planet but in his every gesture there was gentleness;
clarke hadn’t noticed it at first; she wasn’t used to someone noticing her needs down here and it took her over a week or even more to realize that she felt like a human being when she woke up and that was all because of bellamy;
one day when he came over in the morning with breakfast and shoved it in her hands she took his hand in hers and gripped it tightly;
“Thank you” she had whispered and he looked aback surprised, even snapped his head left and righ to make sure no one was watching them except secretely everyone were.
“What for?”
Clarke had smiled and squeezed his hands harder;
“For this-” she looked down at her plate “For...well everything. For taking care of me.” he had blushed...actually blushed and shrugged it off.
“It’s nothin, you’d have died if I didn’t do it and they need you.” he mumbled. “Plus, who would I argue with when I want to go outside the wall? Leaving just like this ain’t fun.” she had smiled moved up on her toes and kissed his cheek.
“Sure, Bell.” she had patted his hand before leaving “I believe you.” and he had stood there all stunned and unable to say a goddamn word cause he just got called out ONCE again by Clarke fucking Griffin.
And damn, his heart was not strong enough to take it.
#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke#bellarkeedit#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#season 1#canon divergence#headcanons#sorry this just came to me#my writing
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Amoreena | Chapter sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.
Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.
Chapter Summary/Warnings: Amoreena meets Jo, Jo shares her experience with the foster homes (tw self-harm and child abuse), and Spencer shares his shitty childhood with her. They bond, he loves her more than he thought possible, his dreams of a big happy family are coming true.
word count: 4.8k
from the beginning <3
His phone is ringing at 7:50 and all he does is groan, forgetting Y/N’s agreement with Amoreena. His wife reached over his face and towards the phone, picking up with an overly cheerful tone for a pregnant woman who was up until 3 am.
“Hello sweet girl, how was your sleep?”
“Ugh,” she makes a weird face as the morning nausea kicks in and she tries to swallow it down. “Yeah? Oh, I’m so glad, dad and I are just waking up. We have another big surprise for you today… I know honey there’s always a lot going on, but this one is a good one I promise!”
“Can I go talk to her?” Spencer asks, “alone?”
“Dad’s going to come and see you while mommy has a shower, okay? I love you too, bye,” she smiles as she hangs up and passes the phone back to him.
They kiss quickly before separating, Spencer throws on the same clothes from the beach last night before heading down the hall towards Amoreena’s room. He knocks quietly before entering, seeing her sitting in a queen bed with 2 cats.
“Taylor let Olivia and Benjamin stay in here last night, she said they usually sleep in here anyway!” She was whispering, but it was still loud for her this early.
He sat on the edge of her bed and gave her a big hug, “how was your night?”
“Really amazing, Dad, Taylor is my best friend now,” she’s completely serious, “I hope mom’s not too upset about that, I guess we could share her…”
“That’s a nice thought, are you good at sharing?”
“I think so,” she nods with a serious face.
“Good, because there’s a new person who’s coming to live with us. She’s going to be kind of sad for a while and I’ll be spending a lot of time with her too,” he watches her face as she listens, confused but fine with it.
“Who is she?”
“Did your mom tell you how she made you?”
She nods, “she said sometimes people with penises donate sperm to help people have babies, and you were the one who donated for me,” she gives him a run down so seriously that it makes him laugh like the 7-year-old.
“Yeah, exactly, well I also helped 2 other families make babies,” he says softly, petting her hair as she understands what that means.
“So I have more siblings?”
“Yep, 2 sisters and a brother,” he smiles as she starts to bounce with excitement. “Josephine is 12, almost 13, and she’s coming to live with us.”
“Where is her mom?” She asks, he knew she would.
“Her mom and dad were in an accident, they died and she looked for me because she didn’t want to be alone anymore,” he knows it’s a hard topic, and that she understands death after losing her gg, but it’s still hard.
“Oh, that’s sad,” she frowns, moving in to hug him again, she keeps her head pressed to his shoulder. “I hope she’s okay, is she here now too?”
“She is, but I’m not sure if she’s awake yet, she’s a teenager and they sometimes sleep in longer than you would, like when Henry was over and slept until noon,” he has all his kids profiled in his minds and it’s actually more helpful than a hindrance.
“Does she like Taylor?”
He knew that one was coming too, “she’s a huge fan, she cried meeting her just like mom.”
“Is she going to call my mom her mom now?”
“I don’t think so, would that upset you?” He’s worried for the answer, he had the same jealous tendencies growing up. Hell, he still has them.
“No, she needs a mom, I would be very sad without mine, I know she needs one too,” she looked at him like it was a stupid question because of course, all kids need a mom and her mom happened to be the best.
“That’s really nice of you, she knows all about you and she’s really excited to move in with us, maybe you can help her decorate her room?” He isn’t sure what Jo will think, but he knows it would be good for bonding.
“Can we see if she’s awake? Wait, she’s a she right? Miss Kennedy said sometimes people look like girls but they don’t like to feel like girls, so we use they,” Amoreena was so worried about being a good sister he didn’t know why he worried so much.
“Well, I’m not sure, Jo hasn’t told me but you can ask?”
She shot right out of bed, still in her dress from last night as she ran to the door, “come on, what room is it?”
“Right there, knock nicely,” he says as he joins her in the hall, pointing to the room across from her.
She knocked 3 times, hearing a small ‘yeah?’ From the other side before opening it, “good morning!” Amoreena cheered.
“Amoreena!” Jo smiled as she got out of bed and ran over to her. She dropped to her knees so they’d be the same height and wrapped her up in her arms.
They hugged like this was a reunion and not an introduction, they held on to one another so tightly they both squeezed their eyes shut and held their breath. He knew that kind of hug, that was a hug you gave when you deeply loved the person you were hugging.
It made him want to cry, again.
Jo pulled back from her and Amoreena immediately held her face in her hands, observing her. “Yep, you’re my sister,” she smiled as she saw her nose.
That same perfect little button that was slightly angled towards the sky, she booped it lightly. Jo booped her right back.
“I am, it’s pretty cool getting to share a dad with you cause now I get to meet Taylor Swift, how the heck did we get so lucky?” Jo talks to her like she’s used to being around kids, finding the wonder in every word and saying the whole sentence with enthusiasm.
She turns to him, both his girls making the same face as they looked at him in the doorway, “how did you meet Taylor, dad?”
“You remember Uncle Dave? He came over for the barbecue and talked to poppy bob about winemaking all night?”
“Yeah, he’s Italian,” Amoreena remembered his funny accent and how she called him Mario.
“His daughter is Taylor’s friend, so Taylor sent me an email asking to meet you,” he couldn’t help but smile as she did.
“So you guys really are knights at the FBI, huh?”
“Yeah, but my armour got too rusty so now I’m going to guard the princess only, no more battles for me,” he was happy to make it magical, to turn the terribleness of it all into something she could be proud of.
He feels cold hands reaching under the back of his shirt then as he jumps, Y/N is wrapping her arms around him and pressing her cheek to his back, “your armour is fine, it just needs some polish.”
“They’re kinda gross, you’ll have to get used to that,” Amoreena says, pressing her lips together awkwardly as she looks at Jo.
“It’s nice though, it makes you feel like love is real,” Jo smiled back, “not many kids have happy families.”
“You do now, okay?” Amoreena took her cheeks in her hands again, something she must have learned from Y/N. “My family is your family and we are the best family, you’re going to have so much fun with us, can I help you decorate your room?”
Jo cried, laughing lightly as she nodded, “that would be cool, maybe we can get bunk beds for random sleepovers?”
Amoreena shot her eyes to her mom, “can we?”
“That would be cool,” Y/N agreed, “we’ll go to Ikea on Friday when I’m not working, okay?”
“And this weekend we can buy some paint for your room?” Spencer added, “you guys can plan all week together.”
“Yes!” Amoreena cheered, hugging Jo again.
Jo held her gently, resting her cheek against the top of Amoreena’s head with a small smile. She looked genuinely happy, peaceful like she belonged somewhere again.
Right then Amoreena’s eyes are darting right to him, “It’s fathers day!” She screams, way too loud for 8 am in someone else’s home. Thank god Taylor was on the other side of the mansion.
“Oh my god,” Amoreena smacked her forehead with her little hand, “I was so carried away with the wedding I didn’t pack your present, dad! I’m so sorry.”
“I’ve got you covered little miss,” Y/N smiled at her, “It’s in my purse!”
Amoreena pushed past them in the doorway and ran to their room in search of said purse. Probably emptying it out on the bed and making a huge mess, but it was fine.
Y/N took a moment to kiss his cheek, “good morning, happy father’s day.”
“Thank you,” he blushed, turning to face her and hold her close, “I can feel you staring Jo, come here.”
She comes skipping right over, wrapping her arms around them both and resting her head on Spencer’s side. For a 12-year-old she was tall, a lot taller than Henry was, that’s for sure.
“Hey!” Amoreena butts in, “let me in,” she pushed into the middle of the hug to steal all the warmth, “happy father’s day, dad.”
“Happy father’s day,” Jo added with a soft smile, “thank you for everything.”
“Yeah, you’re the best dad in the world, Jo you should see how he reads with his mind, he doesn’t even need to look at the books at bedtime,” Amoreena bragged, pulling back from all of them then.
Spencer wiped the tears from his face and pretended he wasn’t crying, overwhelmed by love just like he told Jo to expect. “I love you guys, I’m so glad I helped make you both, you’re the best kids a dad could ask for.”
“Here,” Amoreena hands him a wrapped present.
It’s a handmade book, blue construction paper bound with green ribbon in little loops and covered in a thin layer of tissue paper from the present he got her last week. He carefully removes the tissue and hands it back to her, “do you still want it for dresses?”
“Sure,” she takes it with a smile, “I wrote this for you after a dream I had, Miss Kennedy helped me write it all and reword it a bit. But it’s all from my brain.”
“Spencer’s little women,” he reads and then his heartbeat almost stops when he sees the bottom, “by Amoreena Reid.”
“We can go sit in the living room while you read it to us?” Y/N offered, taking the girl's hands and leading them all down the hallway.
Taylor’s house was full of floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing them to watch the sunrise over the ocean as they cuddled up on the couch as a family. Him and his little women.
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by a beautiful princess who had a broken heart. She promised to hide away from the townspeople until she gathered all the pieces again,” Spencer read the first sentence and knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the whole book.
“You know, I think it would be better if you read this to me Amoreena,” he asks her gently, “I want to know it from your voice first.”
“Okay,” she bounces up from where she cuddled into her mother to take the book from his hand, sitting straight as she got ready to read.
“Slowly, but surely, the pieces came back to her one by one as the people felt the need to search for her, they missed seeing her smile as she ruled alongside her parents, the king and queen until her heart was fixed.
A little girl, Lady Amoreena, arrived like a gift. A fairy godmother handing a small child to the princess to raise and love forever and ever, they were best friends more than anything.
But the princess’s baby girl made it her mission to fix the rest of her heart as she grew up seeing her mom frown, questing for princes and kings, even another princess to come and fill that last missing spot of her heart. To make their family love grew as the cracks from where they separated were healed.
She set off on her daily adventure, running off past the gates on the way to the willow tree, excited to see what wonders the pond of youth brought to her this time. Surprised to find a knight, his broken and rusty armour fallen on the ground, he was wrapped in weeds, he had been trapped for too long to remember.
Amoreena cut the vines off him with her sword, “you’re free now, sir knight.”
“How can I ever repay you?” The kind man with the same nose as her asked.
“Meet the princess, tell her about your battles, make her laugh and you can stay with us,” she gives him one final quest. His last ever duty.
The princess smiles as soon as they meet. He wins her over without even trying, he completes their family and makes all the cracks in her heart fuse back together. Gold light shines from her as she’s healed, completed by the love of a family she never knew she needed.
The love didn’t end there… the knight and the princess knew lady Amoreena would be like her mom when she grew up. The possibility of a sad and broken heart as she got older, so they made her 8 more siblings, her group of sisters to keep her company during the happily ever after part.
“Sir Spencer, where are all your little women?” The king of the land asked, seeing the knight and the princess all alone on the path, old and slow as they walked.
“Down by the pond, it’s story day!”
He knew that’s where they’d always be, at their pond with a book, braiding each other's hair, weaving flower crowns and chasing each other through the wildflowers that replaced the vines that once held him down.
Free, healed and happy. Spencer and his little women healed the princess, allowing her to take the role as Queen, like her grandma always wanted for her.”
“There isn’t a 'the end'?” Y/N’s voice questions lightly as Spencer cries too hard to even respond.
She was the most amazing child in the whole world and he didn’t know what he did to deserve her. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her so tight she was smacking his arm to let her go with a laugh, “I want to add more to it when I’m older, like GG’s book.”
“You can write one for all your sisters,” Y/N smiles at her softly, “you know, gg only wrote Amoreena because you came to her in a dream?”
She nodded, “that’s why I started writing this book for dad because I had a dream about him reading to all of us, he was so old it was funny.”
“How old?” He asks, remembering his reflection from his own dream.
“Like poppy, you had a white beard!”
“What did we talk about?” He doesn’t know why he wants to know so badly but he’s desperate to know if their dream was the same.
“It was story day, you and mom were late, but you said, ‘I’d never miss a Saturday with my little women,’” she smiles, “I’m so glad you’re my dad.”
She holds him back just as tight this time, snuggling into his chest as he breathes her in. His first little baby, even if she was the middle kid now, she was his baby, he couldn’t even imagine holding someone even smaller than her soon.
—
They take a quick trip to target in the morning, needing to get some things for Jo and Y/N really, really wanted chocolate-covered cranberries, making sure he knew that she would kill him if he didn’t bring them back to her. Finally having those pregnancy mood swings he was expecting.
Jo is quick to pick out some summer clothes and a bathing suit for the day as well as toiletries and anything else she wanted because Spencer said so. He was going to spoil her because he didn’t know what else to do. This is what he wanted from his dad, someone to see something, think of him and just get it to make him smile.
She saw some purple bedding that she liked, so it ended up in the cart. And then she needed some new pillow, and some fitted sheets… oh and those curtains are nice… and before they knew it they had $300 worth of things for her bedroom in the back of Y/N’s car.
Jo pressed her lips together awkwardly as they sat in the front seats of the car, he looked over at her and smiled, making her laugh, “this is the best father’s day.”
“I’m supposed to be getting you gifts today!”
“You are a gift, Jo,” he doesn’t mean to get sappy, but he can’t help the love he feels for her already.
“Drive before I cry, dude,” she turns to look out the window. “Are we going to have a 'ground rules and behaviour' speech like all the foster parents do? I have a feeling you have no idea what you’re doing.”
He starts the car then, pulling out of the lot and starting the 40-minute car ride back with her, “how do they normally set the rules in the foster homes?”
“They pay for my phone bill with the money provided for me each month and they sometimes get me the groceries I want for lunches and stuff but they mostly kept the money for themselves. I’m only allowed on the internet for an hour a day, homework has to be done in front of their eyes at the kitchen table, no food after 7 pm, lights off and no walking around by 9,” she gave the rundown and it made Spencer’s stomach turn.
“I will pay for your phone bill, you don't need to worry about that. We can even get you a new one when we get home. Y/N has great internet and every streaming service available, you don’t have a time limit here. Just promise me you’ll go outside sometimes?” He reaches a hand out to hold her’s while driving, letting her know he means what is coming next.
“I trust you have a way of life you’re used to, and I’m not going to change that on you, if you want to share things with me and be open and honest, I’m always here and I will never judge you. I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to hide things from me. And that being said, I trust you enough to use the internet safely, and not hack anything without good reason anymore?”
Derek was right, it’s surprisingly easy to be a dad. All you have to do is love them and be there for them.
“Okay, then I think you should know,” she takes a deep breath and a pause. “I’m pretty sure I like girls too, I never got to tell my mom that but I’m sure she knew, and I’m kind of scared to put my bathing suit on when I get home.”
“First of all, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes her hand 3 times, and she does it right back with a smile. “Secondly, why? Did you not get one you liked? I was fine buying any of them for you.”
“I have a lot of scars on my legs, and I don’t want to scare Amoreena,” she’s really ashamed of herself and Spencer understands it.
He rolls his sleeve up and extends his arm for her to see his very faded track marks, “I was drugged on a case once, I had an addiction after. The scars fade over time, but I also haven’t shown Amoreena my bare arms yet.”
“Mine are pretty faded now too, it’s been a few months, they look more like stretch marks,” she smiled at his honesty, feeling safer with him.
“If she asks, you can say it was from a cat at the foster home. She’ll think about Cinderella and the evil stepmother's cat, and then completely forget why she asked,” he assures her, knowing Amoreena like the back of his hand now.
“Lucifer,” Jo smiles, “I was like her as a kid too, always making up stories and finding new movies to be obsessed with. I have ADHD, by the way, but I’m un-medicated cause my last foster home didn’t listen to the school’s diagnosis,” she says it like it’s not a big deal.
His blood starts to boil at the thought of someone not taking care of her, “excuse me?”
“Yeah, and when I asked for a therapist they said no to that too, I was ‘fine’ apparently and they settled for a dead parents support group so that Colin could have a coffee while I sat there,” she’s oblivious to how terrible it is.
“Make me a list of all the things you want, I mean everything down to the most niche interest or therapy technique that you’ve researched and I will help you with whatever it is,” Spencer is furious at the conditioning she’s experienced to think this is okay.
“You don’t have to, dad, I’m okay now,” she lies and he can tell.
“You don’t have to be, believe me, I cry almost every night to Y/N about things I thought I had recovered from. If you want to talk to someone because you think it will help, or if you want medicine because you feel like it’ll help you focus better or just be happier, I’m here to help you get that.”
She goes quiet, staring at their hands where he’s still squeezing her palm. She rubs her thumb along the skin softly, “did your mom ever hurt you?”
“Only when she wasn’t really there in her own mind,” he presses his lips together right after, he’s never told anyone about it.
“Did your dad?”
“Emotionally, but he wasn’t there long enough to lay a hand on me.”
She nods at the response, “my dad was evil, I think he killed my mom in that ‘accident’, but on purpose.”
“I thought my dad was a murderer once too, but it was actually my dad’s friend,” he isn’t sure why he’s telling her everything, but she deserved to know.
“There was a pedophile in our town who killed this boy, Riley, and my mom told him about a man who was watching me like I was next. And Riley’s dad killed him, but I was so young my mind tried to think it was my dad who did it all.”
“Your old job must have really messed you up inside too, huh?” She tries to laugh it off, scared of his past but intrigued at the same time, he just nods at her observation.
“I have a friend, her name is Penelope, her parents died when she was a little bit older than you. She snuck out and they went to look for her, and they were in a car crash,” he makes sure she’s comfortable, her hand is still in his and her thumb is still moving over his skin.
“Like you, she got into hacking, the FBI had to hire her because she was so good she became a threat, you’d really like her,” he says, turning to look at her quickly, he loves the smile on her face.
“I’d love to meet her,” she smiled, “thank you, I wish you could have always been my dad.”
It breaks his heart a little, “well, you have me forever now.”
—
“Two questions,” Y/N’s voice approaches as she walks towards the trunk of her car.
Jo and Spencer are digging through all the shopping bags trying to find all the things that she needs for the afternoon, leaving the rest for the ride home.
“Here,” Spencer hands her the chocolate-covered cranberries, “king-sized bag.”
“I love you,” she smiles as she takes it, “the second question, how are the suitcases going to fit in there now? We have two kids to bring home, they’re going to be squished.”
“I don’t mind,” Jo smiles, “one time they didn’t have room for me in a car so I sat in the trunk for 15 minutes.”
Spencer wrapped her up in his arms, “every time you tell me a story about what has happened to you, I want to kill someone.”
She laughs, holding him back gently, “believe me, I was an asshole to them, they got what they deserved.”
“What did you do?” Y/N worries about what she’s capable of, Spencer can tell.
“I called the tax people and said they have been claiming foster kids as dependents and now they might have tax fraud charges coming their way,” she seemed very proud of herself. “I would never hurt someone, but I have no problem getting them in trouble.”
Y/N extended her fist, bumping it off Jo’s with a smile, “as you should! Now, come on, let’s go get ready for the beach.”
Jo skipped inside with Y/N, their arms linked as they did so. Spencer couldn’t believe this was his life now. He closed the trunk with a slam, picking up the bag of things he set aside before joining them inside.
“Surprise!!!!” Amoreena screamed as soon as he walked through the door.
There was a hand-drawn Happy Father’s Day banner hanging from the staircase and purple balloons all over the place.
“Happy father’s day!!!” They all cheered for him, even Taylor’s mom was there now, smiling at the display of affection.
Amoreena and Jo came running up to him, wrapping their arms around him and holding him close, nothing felt real. “Can you pinch me?” He asked them with a small smile.
He didn’t think they’d do it, but even Y/N walked over and started pinching him all over. Amoreena pinched his leg, Jo pinched his belly button and Y/N, she pinched his cute little butt as she pressed a kiss to his blushing cheek. “You’re very real, so are we.”
“I love you guys,” Spencer reminds them, holding them all as close as he can for just a moment, “okay, enough sappiness, let’s go to the beach!”
Amoreena and Y/N are already in their swimsuits under their sundresses, Jo, on the other hand, picked out some trunks and a tank-style swim top, hiding her scares just enough that she felt comfortable getting in the sand and building a castle with Amoreena.
Y/N laid on the towel beside Spencer in the shade, Taylor and her mom were playing scrabble on the picnic table, her dad was cooking up burgers on the grill. It was serene, it was perfect, they were a little family and it made absolutely no sense to him how it all worked out so well, but he wouldn’t change any of it.
“Look how big it is after lunch,” Y/N grabbed his attention, sticking her belly out as far as it could go, “I’m going to get so huge again, at least this time I’ll be the biggest when it’s cold out.”
“Are you comfortable? Do you need more sunscreen or water?” Spencer worried, making her smile as she pushed her sunglasses up and turned to him.
“I am fantastic, thank you, cutie.”
He leans in to kiss her gently, but she wraps her arms around him and pulls him down on top of her. Kissing him like she just rescued him from the sea and hasn’t seen him for years.
When he finally pulls away, he doesn’t go far. Just sitting up as he brushes her hair off her face, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she reminds him with another soft smile.
“I missed mother’s day with you by only a few days, but you should know you’re the best mother in the whole world,” he whispered, wanting to share his day with her because, without her, he wouldn’t be a father.
She pulls him into another kiss, hands resting on his cheeks as she breathes in deeply through her nose. It’s like she’s taking the soul out of his body, he's a part of her now forever and always. He never wants to be anywhere else.
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