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deonsx · 8 months

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If They Need You

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Jouno

Content: obscene speech

Dazai Osamu

Dazai He often annoys you at work so after a while you get used to it, he has no shame he constantly exposes you to lewd words in front of his coworkers

He frowns when you're angry with him and whispers manipulated words in your ear with puppy dog eyes that you can never reject

But this workday was different from the others, dazai was constantly making strange noises and wouldn't turn his gaze from you. you realized that and you ignored him finally it was lunch break and everyone went out but you didn't finish the files so you need to stay, with dazai

You thought you would continue to ignore him like it was during the day and you got up and went to get water a hand tightly around your waist pulled you to him "dazai! what the hell are you doing, we are at work" he ignored it and left kisses on your neck

"I need you" you felt a hardness as he hugged you tighter from behind "You realize we're at work and when we get home-" he didn't wait for you to finish andhe quickly picked you up and tossed the papers on the table and put you there

Why did you suddenly think he was acting like a stray animal but he didn't give you time to think, you stopped him "osamu we're at work and break is almost over" he took a long breath "then we'll do it otherwise" you raised an eyebrow as he said that "how so?" you asked. he went and sat in his chair, his eyes still on you

"Get Under The Table And Be A Good Girl For The Day Bella"

Chuuya Nakahara

The only day your boyfriend was available and with you was Sunday, and this time you wanted to spend the night at restaurant

Normally you wouldn't prefer places like this, but you wanted to have fun with him so you went to his favorite place for wine, the food and drinks came as usual, but the waiter asked if we wanted the drinks special this time, chuuya turned his eyes to the drink "Special?" the waiter nodded, "A hot special wine for you?

"Have you tried before?" The waiter asked the question with a warm smile, you answered "no? does it taste good?" the waiter nodded happily, chuuya must have liked this service, he said happily on his face "give us your hot special wine" That's how it all started the drinks were put on the table you both drank

and as soon as 5 minutes passed, you felt a warmth and hesitated but your boyfriend asked for 2 more glasses in a row and then the same thing must have happened to him as his eyes and face turned red "hot.." he whispered "I think now I understand why it's mulled wine" you muttered chuckling and you gave him advice "you shouldn't have drunk so much, honey" he lifted his head from the table and his eyes focused on you like a hungry animal "Go in the back room and wait for me" he told you in a serious tone

he didn't speak any more he obviously gave you orders you hesitated to get up but you got up and walked into the private room in the restaurant and sat on the bed made with red patterns before long chuuya arrived. You heard him lock the door behind him

“Undress My Love"

Ranpo Edogawa

You and your boyfriend were returning from a tired business trip, and he was talking to himself while eating his desserts and complaining that he couldn't touch you even once during his work vacation

He couldn't touch you because whenever he tried it, it was like there was a constant glitch Calls, Doorbells, Tasks, you couldn't do anything because of them, even at midnight you were tired and you were sleeping, the vacation was only 3 days and now you are driving the car and he is too He was expressing his anger

Of course, he was saying all this with a joke. After a short silence, ranpo pointed to a visible gas station with his hand "We have gas, my love" Ranpo smiled when he said this, "I have to buy something from the market" he prepared while saying "I'm waiting in the car"

The roads were so dark, the gas station lights were dim and gray so you couldn't see much around you parked the car and your boyfriend got out of the car fast

While you were waiting for him, you looked outside, you thought it must be a coincidence that there is a completely deserted grass and a gas station in nature

You unlocked your door with a knock and let your boyfriend open the door, you got up from your seat to look at what he was holding. "Condom??" "Just like that my love it's been a long time" he hissed as his eyes narrowed slightly

“How About You Take The Back Seat And Give Me A Nice Feast?”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

The man who is both your boss and your boyfriend at the same time, you do whatever he says, of course, this is valid during business hours

He gave you a mission but there was a glitch in the mission and now someone who works for fyodor just like you was scolding you, your relationship was secret so no one would have guessed it

The man was scolding you "It's really not wise to give such a job to such a woman" he talked again "You're stupid, you're useless, why are you in this job? Fyodor, why did our boss hire a prostitute like you? Or do you have something else?" he grinned and his hand reached out to you everything happened in the blink of an eye blood was everywhere

You saw your boyfriend coming from the shadows as the man's body crashed to the ground "I'm guilty of hiring someone like this next time you see someone like that know you're allowed to kill"

He slowly put his hand on your waist and took his steps towards the exit to get you away from there. "Fedya, the glitch on duty-" “shhh It doesn't matter, I have another request from you, my dear”

You left your office and walked in the dark street "It was a tiring day my love" his white skinned eyes illuminate the night telling you "You're kind of happy with that tone of voice" The man smiled "Of course I am" his grin widened he pulled you into the alley and quickly picked you up

“Open Your Legs For Me Only, My Dear”

Nikolai Gogol

You were also involved in your Boyfriend's Important Mission and your scene has already ended and you've been waiting for him

You were waiting at the hotel he hired for you. While waiting for him, you looked at some of your clothes in the closet. A really nice dress with red above the knee, thin sleeves and a really nice dress. You were getting ready for your job interview tonight. You opened your hair and waved it with tongs

You were waiting for Nikolai, after he finished his job and informed you, you were going to go to your job interview, the hotel door opened with a card and your boyfriend came in dressed in white "wow, whose beauty does this belong"

A splendid smile formed on your face, he approached from behind and ran his hands over his body "really nice dress for one wear" you looked at him in surprise "one wear?"

"I'm going to tear it up at the end of the night after all" She said with a pleasant chuckle "Sorry darling, but tonight I going to the job interview which is unlikely to happen"

Fingers entwined with your dress, fiddling with the zipper of the dress "hmm? you're a naughty boy" you said while holding his chin. He pulled you into a beautiful deep kiss

“I'm Gonna Fuck You Until You Can't Walk To That Job İnterview”

Jouno Saigiku

You were both on a mission given by Fukuchi and you went to a bar place and you were the main player here

Your boyfriend was only responsible for killing the man, you were going to lure him and take him to the hotel room, that's all, but it was harder than it looked because the man was trying to kiss you

He was trying to touch you which is perfectly normal if you don't let him the plan would fail the guy grabbed your waist, you could feel Jouno's eyes on you but you tried not to look

"Why is she such a beautiful woman in such a place" the man approached you with his drunk mouth you were disgusted and frankly tense, you tried to look at your boyfriend's side but you couldn't see him, this gave you an incentive to get scared

"Hey! Learn to look at my face when I'm talking to you, do you know who I am?" he spat filthy on the ground and you ask "What are you trying to say?" "Just tell me the price per night dear"

"How dare you" You talked but suddenly the lights went out and gunfire came back when the lights came back there was a pool of blood everywhere You looked at your boyfriend standing in front of you smiling at you "I'm sure there was a glitch in the plan the boss wouldn't mind"

He pulled you by the arm and led you to the room at the back entrance of the bar "does it turn you on when someone else touches you?" he asked you in an angry tone, you couldn't get over his surprise yet "what!? how do you think about that?"

"You look so happy to me" said as he pinned you against the wall "Never was that possible" his brows dropped and he grabbed your legs and tied you around your waist

"Show Your Worth To Me"

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claymoresword · 7 months

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I Choose Her | Chapter 15

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: character death, mentions of animal abuse, y/n and hermione are so protective of each other it's sick

Note: Hello! wow this one took forever, I feel bad that I'm always apologizing for delayed updates but oh well here we are :/ this one is more to move the plot forward and I wanted to follow canon in a way that would make sense for this story

anyway, as always thank you so much for the continued support and an even bigger thanks for your patience! crossing my fingers that updates will be more frequent from here on out. that's it, i hope you enjoy this one!

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Hermione stands over you as you hold out the thick strand of hair, pinched in between your fingers.

Harry and Ron stare at it with bated breaths, the air in between the four of you is still; anticipating.

You didn't have to consider for too long to know it belonged to your mother. You had nearly mistaken it for your own, if it weren't for the grayish undertones, only fully visible when illuminated.

It seems every time you saw your mother, her hair would be a shade lighter. As time did its duty, as the years passed, the older each of you got, the less you resembled the other.

You don't see your mother when you look in the mirror, not anymore.

"Are you sure that's hers?" Ron asks as you rise from your crouching position.

The painful lump in your throat prevents you from answering him.

You swallow thickly.

"I'm sure." You finally say.

Silence once again, as Ron reaches out to carefully pick out the strand, retrieving it from your grip, he drops it into the flask he held in his other hand with even more precision.

The only noise that fills the air is a faint sizzle, as the polyjuice potion consumes its final ingredient.

You feel Hermione move to your side, her fingers curl around your bicep, her other hand firmly intertwines with yours.

"Are you certain we'll be allowed into Bellatrix's vault?" Harry asks, he looks at you expectantly and you grace him with an assured nod.

"I've seen my mother retrieve things for her dozens of times, it'll work." You claim, but Harry's immediate skepticism doesn't evade you, and honestly, you can't hold it against him.

Your plan is far from foolproof. Like many times before the four of you are simply hoping to get by on pure chance and luck.

"How do we know what it is, when we get in her vault? I mean, a Horcrux could be anything." Ron asks, a question you were all wondering.

"I'll know." Harry quips plainly.

You glance at Hermione to shoot her a look before returning your attention back to Harry.

"It's hard to explain but– I'll just know." He adds, and none of you wish to push on the subject further.

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You watched as Hermione lifted the flask filled with polyjuice to her lips, but then she pauses. Her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath, as if preparing herself.

"Wait–" You interject, rising from the bed, in three large strides you are standing before your girlfriend.

"Let me drink it." You then place a hand over Hermione's, but she pries it off lightly.

"No, I'll do it." She counters, and you don't attempt to mask your disapproval.

"You can't drink it." Hermione reiterates.

"When we get to Gringotts, it'll appear more believable with you by my side, you know it." She adds, and you hate that Hermione is right.

You sigh.

"Darling, it's too dangerous." You breath out, your hand travels up her forearm, eventually tenderly cupping her face.

Hermione instinctively shuts her eyes at the sensation, she leans into your touch, her muscles no longer tense, her body visibly reacts to your warmth.

"We're all in danger." She finally claims, once your eyes meet again.

"This is the only way. There's another Horcrux hidden in her vault, we just have to find it." Hermione states assuredly but it does nothing to convince you of the plan.

You remain staring at your girlfriend, Hermione always had a way of making your heart feel like it could just implode within your chest.

You are overcome with love, care, and longing, all of these feelings encapsulated in the sheer dread of what's to come, of what might happen.

Hermione finds no trouble in returning your gaze.

This wordless exchange lasts for several seconds until Hermione decides to take advantage of your unmoving state. She leans in, passionately capturing your lips with her own.

Your hands quickly shift to rest on her waist, you then feel Hermione's hand move to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

You are taken aback as she opens her mouth wider, deepening the kiss, soon enough her tongue makes contact with your own.

You have no air left in your lungs, but the last thing you wish to do is pull away.

Hermione lets out a light hum as she presses her body up against yours; her eagerness causes your entire body to tremble, you worry your legs might give out at any moment.

The kiss ends as abruptly as it began.

A sharp gasp leaves Hermione's lips as she takes a step back, as if it proved a real struggle for her to cease the kiss.

Soon a sense of euphoria overcomes your entire being, even if it is fleeting, you feel at peace and it translates into a boyish grin across your face.

Hermione notices, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hide a smile herself.

She places a lingering hand over your chest before shoving you away playfully.

"Go on, wait outside. I'll meet you there." Hermione orders, and you know better than to protest.

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You continued to pace back and forth, the usually maddening feeling of sand repeatedly filling your shoes does nothing to distract you.

Trepidation rapidly materializes within you the longer you waited for your girlfriend.

By taking the Polyjuice and assuming your mother's identity, Hermione is putting herself in immense danger, and you are expected to stand by and simply witness it, again.

"It'll be fine." You hear Harry's voice, but you don't acknowledge him.

You can't feel anything beyond the incessant pounding in your head; you possessed barely any strength at all, you mustered just enough to stomach this.

Soon enough, Hermione emerges from the hut and the sight you are met with is unsettling.

The woman standing before you appears to resemble your mother. Wearing the clothes your mother would wear, there was no trace of Hermione, beyond her voice.

Harry and Ron fail to speak alongside your silence. Hermione looks between the three of you impatiently.

"So, how do I look?" She asks, and you can't help but grimace.

"Disturbing." You quip.

Then you had no choice but to look away.

"Come on, let's just get this over with." You release an exasperated breath and Harry emerges next to you with Griphook.

"Griphook you give that to Hermione to hold onto, alright?" The man states, but it mainly sounded like a warning.

The Goblin lets out a subtle gripe as he hesitates, before eventually sheathing the steel into your girlfriend's bag.

"You get us into Bellatrix's vault, and the sword is yours." Harry reassures.

Ron finally takes out his wand so he may alter his own appearance, with a single wave, his hair is inches longer. The beard that appears on his face ages him, and makes him nearly unrecognizable.

"Now remember the plan, I'll be under the cloak with Griphook. Y/n and Hermione you'll try to convince the Goblin to let you through. Ron, you stand back in case anything happens." Harry runs through the plan once more and this time you don't suppress a scoff.

Hermione grabs your arm, wordlessly asking for you to stand down.

"This is a terrible plan." You say it anyway, and Harry doesn't retaliate, instead he nods in agreement.

"I know. But it's still the best one we've got."

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You had to remind yourself to breathe as you walked through the doors of Gringotts.

Although certain the anxiety you are feeling at this moment is incomparable to the terror Hermione must be experiencing.

You had to battle every instinct urging you to reach out and hold your girlfriend's hand.

Ron trails closely behind the two of you, Harry and Griphook somewhere close by, hidden by the cloak of invisibility.

You brace yourselves once you get to the podium, a moment passes, but the Goblin on duty fails to acknowledge your presence entirely.

Hermione takes it upon herself to clear her throat.

Still, nothing.

She glances at you for help, and you nod, urging her to speak.

"I wish to enter." Your girlfriend states curtly, her best attempt to appear menacing.

In any other instance you would find it a little humorous, but right now, Hermione's poor imitation only makes you wince.

The Goblin fails to acknowledge either of you still, your patience rapidly thinning out.

"My mother has been sent to clear out Madam Lestrange's vault. I am certain you understand why you mustn't delay us." You say and the creature finally looks up.

His entire demeanor shifts, but it only helped to annoy you further.

"Madam, forgive me I did not realize it was you." Bogrod says, feigned cordiality.

"Of course you may enter.. but first, do you mind presenting your wand?" He adds and there is a pause.

You can sense Hermione's panic, but she tries her best to maintain a composed front.

She folds her arms over her chest.

"I hardly think that's necessary." Hermione states.

"I'm afraid I must insist." The Goblin's grin falters, and you realized you had to quickly step in

"Why?" You say, instinctively stepping forward, partially shielding Hermione with your body.

"New policy, I'm afraid." Bogrod explains, but before you can argue your case, the creature's expression shifts.

Your eyes catch the waft of green smoke seeping into the Goblin's nostrils.

You manage a quick glimpse of what looked like the tip of a wand being retracted, it disappears seemingly into thin air.

Y/n quickly realizes that Harry has sensibly, stepped in before things got ugly.

In an instant, the Goblin changes his tune.

"Very well, Madam, if you will follow me." He says with a dopey smile.

You hear Hermione let out a sigh of relief, you can't help but do the same.

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The ride through the dungeons was nothing close to pleasant. The cart transporting you zoomed at an unfathomable speed, the abrupt turns and twists would have made you nauseous, if you weren't feeling sick already.

Hermione continues clutching your hand in hers, tighter than usual, your grip is similar in turn.

Finally, the cart halts, and before you know it, the six of you are free falling dozens of feet.

You reach for your wand in your pocket but Hermione beats you to it.

"Arresto Momentum!" She exclaims, and your bodies hang mid air, inches from the ground. Soon the spell wears off, the six of you fall onto the cold, wet, stone, front first.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry says, as he helps himself off the ground.

You quickly do the same, rushing over to help your girlfriend up.

Hermione gladly takes your hand, when your eyes meet, you notice her appearance, she is back to her usual self.

The Polyjuice potion had entirely worn off but Bogrod, still under the Imperius curse, is unable to do anything about it.

"Come on, this way." Griphook shouts, he leads the four of you to the vaults.

He navigates the dark cavern with ease, as you try to get your eyes to adjust, a piercing screech fills the air, and it causes both you and Hermione to glance at each other.

You warily follow Griphooks lead, but the sight you're met with when the six of you turn the corner makes your breath catch in your throat.

"That's a Ukrainian Ironbelly–" Ron points out, awe and disbelief you shared.

Then Griphook picks up an object you quickly deduced to be a certain type of bell. As he shakes it, the dragon's screeching intensifies, it flails around as if trying to escape the noise.

It was only then you noticed the thick metal chains around its neck and legs.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears this sound." The creature claims and Hermione releases you so she may step forward, following his lead.

She speaks once she is in earshot of the Goblin.

"That's barbaric." Your girlfriend says, a certain tenor to her voice, you knew her well enough to recognize that she was truly indignant.

The dragon's screeching continues as the four of you slip past it.

It only retreats to cowers silently in the corner once the noises from the bell stops.

The vault is now in sight, as the group approaches you can't help but notice that Bogrod has disappeared.

You glance out at where you spotted the Goblin last and sure enough. He was standing in front of the dragon, simply staring at it; the curse has evidently impaired his judgment and all sense of danger.

"Wait– what do we do with him?" You gesture to Bogrod.

Although before anyone can respond, the Ukrainian Ironbelly takes a large step forward, then from its mouth, comes flames, big and blistering enough to turn the entire space scorching hot in an instant.

The once Goblin was now burnt to nothing but ash.

Hermione, Y/n and the boys only manage to stare in utter shock.

"That's unfortunate." Ron finally quips.

"Come on, we don't have much time." Griphook warns, he advances forward and the four of you follow.

As you arrive at the vault, it appears familiar to you, but only distantly.

It was not the vault Snape led you to a few months ago but it appears almost identical.

"Is this where you got the sword?" Hermione asks in a hushed tone, and you quickly shake your head.

"No, the key Snape gave me led to a different vault." You explain, but your girlfriend doesn't say anything, expecting your response.

As the five of you enter Bellatrix's vault, it is worse than you expected.

It is filled with random trinkets, some valuable, some not.

The three of you sport a defeated expression, but Harry was not going to give up so easily.

He steps forward.

"It's in here, I can sense it." He states.

You observe silently as The Chosen One approaches a particular cup, amidst an array of objects that look nearly identical to it.

Soon enough he reaches for it.

Harry holds out the cup, nothing is said, but there is an energy that reverberates through the air.

It's unmistakable. He has a Horcrux in hand.

"Pass me the sword." He extends his arm and Hermione scrambles through her bag, eventually retrieving the steel.

She passes it to Harry, he grips the pommel, but doesn't get the chance to do much else as a noise captures your attention.

Ron knocks over a goblet by accident, instead of breaking as it touches the ground, it only multiplies.

As the duplicate makes contact with another object it does the same thing. Soon objects are spawning at a rapid rate, filling up the already limited vacant space by your feet.

"What's happening?" Hermione exclaims over the loud noise, you instinctively step to her side as she nearly loses her balance.

"It's an enchantment, everything you touch will multiply." The Goblin explains, you aren't given much chance to come up with an escape plan as the objects quickly engulf all five of you.

For what felt like eternity, you fought to keep your head above.

You spot Hermione and Ron doing the same, but you can't see Harry anymore.

Amidst the chaos, somehow, Griphook gets a hold of the Horcrux.

Then, Harry finally emerges from the sea of gold and silver. He frantically looks around, in search of the object, but his attention shifts to the Goblin as he proudly holds up the Horcrux.

"We had a deal, Griphook!" Harry bellows, and the creature only grins, malicious, irritating.

"The cup for the sword!" He strikes up the bargain, and you curse under your breath.

It is getting increasingly difficult to stay afloat, and you watched as Hermione and Ron struggled the same.

Harry begrudgingly hands over the sword, the Goblin then returns the Horcrux back to him.

"I said I'd get you in, I never said anything about getting you out." Griphook quips, he holds his hand up against the door, unlocking it.

Soon the objects begin spilling out of the vault after him but the four of you continue to struggle to make your way to the exit.

If only you could retrieve your wand, you could stop the Goblin from going any further.

"Hermione, can you reach your wand?" You shout, and the struggle in your girlfriend's face is evident.

"I'm trying!" She replies.

After moments of struggle, the four of you miraculously manage to make your way out, but it was too late.

The Goblin is nowhere to be seen.

"Griphook!" Harry calls out in anger, he doesn't expect a reply, and he doesn't receive one.

His voice echoes through the dungeons, and it only works to disturb the dragon ahead.

It lets out another deafening screech.

You approach slowly, in search of the object that you know will subdue the beast, but you can't find it anywhere and you know for certain Griphook is the reason for it.

"The bell- it's gone." You don't try to conceal your distress.

"That foul creature– how are we supposed to get out of here?" Ron curses and you begin looking around for some type of solution, an idea to come to you.

You take an experimental step forward; careful, quiet.

You consider that perhaps, if you moved slowly, the dragon won't react.

However, your theory was quickly proven incorrect as the beast storms towards you within the confines of its chains, soon opening its mouth.

You were only inches away from getting charred alive before Hermione harshly grabbed your arm, yanking you to her side.

The pins you up against the pillar, out of the dragon's sight.

Ron and Harry stood a few paces away, their backs also against the wall.

"What on earth was your plan there?" Hermione hisses, and you are staggered for a moment.

You've never seen her so furious with you.

"I just thought if I moved quietly–" You start, but then another loud noise pierces the atmosphere.

Clearly, your stunt only exacerbated the dragon's already agitated state.

The sounds that follow suggest that the formidable beast was now fighting to be released from its restraints.

"Don't you ever try something like that again–" Hermione warns, her hand still gripping your collar.

You nod apologetically, suddenly you almost feel like a child being reprimanded.

Your girlfriend finally loosens her grip on your shirt.

The beast's actions begin to get larger and louder, in its outrage it clamours at the stone walls, chipping large pieces off.

"What a joke– did we go through all of that just to die in here?" Ron quips.

"We can't apparate.." Your girlfriend mumbles to herself, mentally debating an escape plan.

"Hermione?" Harry asks, it sounds closer to a desperate plea.

You were all stumped, only hoping that the mostly brilliant mind out of the four of you will manage to think of a plan to escape.

Hermione finally looks up at you, and by the look on her face you can tell whatever it might be; she's figured something out.

"I've got an idea, but it's mad." She admits, with a raised voice and truth be told you hated the sound of that.

Harry and Ron stare at her expectantly and you only grow more nervous by the second.

Hermione turns to y/n, you don't speak a word to her but it is not required as she already senses your anxiety, she places a firm hand on your chest right above your heart, you were certain she can feel it pounding against her palm.

"Just trust me." She reassures, too swiftly for your liking, as she completes her sentence she retreats.

You can only anticipate her next move, and it is not one you'd ever expect, in fact it nearly sends you into an early grave.

You watched as Hermione leaped off the balcony, landing on the dragon's back.

"Hermione!" You exclaim.

She struggles to get a grip of the beast for a moment, you are stunned when the dragon stills, it doesn't try to force Hermione off it's back.

"Come on!" Your girlfriend shouts, and you were first to mirror her earlier action. With a single large leap you manage to grab onto the dragon's horns, you pull yourself up, situating yourself behind Hermione.

The dragon reacts the same, but it is too fixated on the chains wrapped around its neck to care.

Soon enough Harry and Ron manage to climb on as well.

There is a point of eery stillness as the dragon seemingly appears too tired to continue fighting.

"Now what?" Harry poses a good question, and you take it upon yourself to fish out your wand.

"Relashio!" In one swift move, you fling the spell, aiming for the dragon's tail.

The beast reacts violently, in the process, the spell breaks the chains tethering it to the ground, finally freeing the beast from its restraints.

"Defodio!" Your girlfriend exclaims as she holds out her own wand, and soon enough, the dragon takes flight, bursting through the ceiling.

In an instant, Gringotts Bank is reduced to fragments of wood, glass and stone as the dragon flees the building, taking the four of you with it.

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You have been on dragonback for what felt like hours, however an uncanny feeling of serenity, fills you as the beast flew through the air, past villages and hillsides.

As you approach the vast water, the dragon begins to fly lower; it appears the beast aims to halt its tiresome journey through the city soon.

"We're dropping!" Harry exclaims, panic begins to set in amongst the four of you once again.

"I say we jump!" Ron suggests, but you aren't particularly fond of the idea.

"What?" You bark.

"When?" Hermione chimes in.

"Now!" Harry responds as he lets go, you watched as he falls into the freezing water below.

He is quickly followed by Ron and Hermione, and you let out a groan as you release your grip on the dragon.

"Damn you, Weasley!" You exclaim as you freefall into the lake.

As your body touches the water, it immediately feels like hundreds of blistering hot knives are incessantly puncturing your skin.

It is almost unbearable, but then your head rises to the surface and pure instinct kicks in. The four of you, with some difficulty, eventually manage to swim to shore.

Hermione grabs your hand to help you up, in your weakened state you barely manage to climb the cliff.

Harry storms ahead, seemingly unaffected, no doubt driven by pure adrenaline.

"He knows." He blurts out.

"You know who." Harry explains, and Hermione lets go of your hand to catch up to the dark haired man.

"He knows we broke into Gringotts, he knows what we took, and he knows we're hunting Horcruxes." He admits.

"How is it you know?" You ask, jogging slightly to catch up, Ron following closely behind.

"You let him in?" Hermione asks, her tone dissaproving.

"Harry you can't do that–" She says but her bestfriend interrupts.

"Hermione, I can't always help it! Or maybe I can, I don't know." He retaliates.

"Never mind that, what happened?" You interject.

The four of you halt as you get to the top of the cliff.

"Well, he's angry– and scared too." Harry starts, he holds out his hands as Hermione retrieves her bottle of Essence Of Dittany from her bag.

She places a few drops on his palms, doing the same on yours, and then Ron's.

You rub your hands together as Harry continues speaking.

"He knows if we can find and destroy all the Horcruxes, we'll be able to kill him. I reckon he'll do anything to stop that happening." Harry finishes and you scowl at the thought.

Soon, the boys begin stripping so they may change into dry clothes.

Hermione instead retrieves a large blanket from her bag, she drapes it over you, before pulling you close to her body so she may share your warmth.

"There's more– one of them's at Hogwarts." Harry explains.

"What?" Ron says in disbelief and his friend only nods.

"You saw it?" Your girlfriend asks, skeptical.

Harry nods again.

"I saw the castle, and Rowena Ravenclaw. It must have something to do with her, we have to go there now." The Chosen One states, assuredly.

"What? We can't do that, we've got to plan, we've got to figure it out." Hermione counters.

"Hermione when have any of our plans ever actually worked?" Harry recounts, his gaze shifting between y/n, Hermione and Ron.

"We plan, we go there, all hell breaks lose." The dark haired man states, and neither of you have an argument, he was stating the plain truth.

"He's right– just one problem." Ron starts.

"Snape's headmaster now, we can't just walk through the front door."

Then there's a pause.

You can feel Hermione shivering against you, you swiftly wrap an arm around her, an attempt to keep her as close as possible.

"Well, then we'll go to Hogsmeade. To Honeydukes– take the secret passage." Harry offers a solution, and you nod in agreement.

"I think– there's something wrong with him–" He adds, and the three of you wait for Harry to explain.

"In the past, I've always been able to follow his thoughts– now everything just sort of feels disconnected." The dark haired man says, he adjusts the glasses on his face.

"Maybe it's the Horcruxes? Maybe he's growing weaker, maybe he's dying?" Ron suggests but Harry was quick to shake his head.

"No, it's more like he's wounded. If anything he feels more dangerous." Harry states plainly, and now you are shivering for an entirely different reason.

Hermione glances at you, as you exhange a look, you can't help but acknowledge that all too familiar sense of impotence as it looms over all of you.

The uncertainty and impending doom; it feels as though the more Horcruxes you uncover, the more uncertain the end seems.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #slytherin au #hermione granger #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger x reader #ron x hermione

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Some Time Later

Lucifer (The Angel)

I've been assigned to patrol the woods alone this afternoon, and I have to say, I'm grateful. I don't get to be by myself very often. Some of that is due to choices I've made; after all, I've taken six angels under my wing, pun half-intended.

But there's something on my mind that none of them would be able to understand. Or rather, a person.

The Demon Prince is trying to fix the relationship between our realm and his. Originally, Michael was going to be the representative that went down there, but it got assigned last minute to me. After spending time with the prince, it makes me wonder if Michael would feel the same about him as I do if he were in my place.

The prince is kinder than some of the angels. I originally dismissed it as him simply practicing diplomacy, but he seems genuine in his efforts to get to know me as a person. He doesn't care about titles, instead focusing on character. Despite my less than stellar behavior when we first met, he still insists on becoming an ally.

Not just the Celestial Realm's, but my ally.

"I don't know what happened back there. I haven't felt that way about him in a really long time."

Great. Someone else is in the woods. I hold back a groan, knowing that I'll have to confront them. So much for my alone time.

"I think this place is doing weird things to all of us." Another voice.

"Did something happen to you, too?" The first voice...it sounds familiar.

"I feel like I'm behaving more like a demon than a human. First, there was the cover story for our appearance that I pulled out of my ass, and then I very nearly went all Asmo on Simeon when we were looking for Belphie earlier."

"Like, are we talking sexually? Magically?" The second voice sighs.

"Magically, Satan. I'm pretty sure having sex in the Celestial Realm is akin to heresy." I mean, they're not entirely wrong. But that's not important right now.

Satan...that's the name I've given to the anger that's become a permanent fixture inside my head. At first, it was just an emotion, but then it started talking. Or rather, screaming. At first, its noises were incoherent, but then I started hearing words in a voice that was not my own.

A voice that sounds eerily similar to the first trespasser.

"We have to get out of here," he tells his companion. "There's no telling what will happen if we..." He trails off as his eyes meet mine. Immediately, he tenses up, appearing to freeze in place.

"What's wrong?" Satan maintains eye contact, and the human follows his gaze. "Oh. This is bad. Really bad."

I step out of my makeshift hiding spot, making myself fully visible to them.

"Well, this is rather interesting," I remark, putting on an air of authority. "I should capture the two of you and not release you for a good long while."

"Please don't," the human quickly replies. "We don't mean any harm. If you can just help us find Simeon, I'll promise we'll be out of your hair." They seem terrified, but at least they're moving. Satan, on the other hand, hasn't budged an inch.

"If I was Michael or Raphael, your pleas would mean nothing. Thankfully, I'm only interested in talking." I focus my attention on Satan. "After all, it's not every day one sees the physical manifestation of their wrath."

"I was there even back then?" Satan whispers, confirming my earlier suspicions.

"You've been around from the moment I took Mammon in." My statement shocks Satan. "Your presence implies our separation at some point in the future. Assuming that you're a demon, that means that I must have fallen all the way down to the Devildom, correct?"

After a moment's hesitation, he nods his head.

"Along with the five angels you consider part of your family."

"Six," I correct.

"One doesn't survive the journey. Not entirely."

"What do you mean, not entirely?"

"If you knew who it was, then you'd end up altering the timeline," the human interrupts. "As it is, you know way more than you should."

"That's one way of looking at it, I suppose," I tell them. "I see it as preparing for the inevitable." They groan at my response.

"Barbatos is going to kill me," they mutter. Before I can question how they know the prince's butler, they take a deep breath and look straight at me.

"We can answer any questions you have, but you need to help us find Simeon. Not your Simeon, but ours. He and Satan got in a heated argument, and he went off in the opposite direction to hopefully try to calm down. Is there a spot here that he feels comfortable hiding in? One where he feels he won't be found easily?"

"There is a place, but it's a bit of a hike from here."

"Good enough. Let's go."

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me simeon #4/23/2024: edit to correct numbers

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Sawyer is neurodivergent and you can't change my mind

Last year for Autism Acceptance Day, my good friend @pikatrainer99 and I did a collab post about Goh and our headcanon of being him autistic. Here's a link to that post if you'd like to check it out:

Today, we'd like to talk about Sawyer from Pokemon XY, another character who we both headcanon as autistic, and who means the world to me.

Let's start with his special interest, Pokemon battles. In all of Sawyer's appearances, we can clearly see his desire to learn as much as he can about battling and to grow stronger. He greatly admires strong trainers like Steven Stone and Ash. I mean, just look at how excited he gets when he hears that Ash had won five badges!

And that's exactly what he does for the rest of the series. He spends so much time studying and training that he manages to catch up to Ash within a just season's worth of episodes! But we'll get to that later.

Before going into detail about his most obvious traits, let's go over some of the traits that we only see for brief moments, starting with his sensory sensitivities. In episode 73, we see him getting visibly overwhelmed when the crowd around him, Ash, and Clemont suddenly starts cheering. We also see him shielding his eyes from Spritzee's Dazzling Gleam attack during his battle with Valerie. Note that he's the only one to react this way to both situations. I don't know about you, but I have yet to meet a single autistic person without some kind of hypersensitivity to noise, bright light, smell, texture, etcetera.

We also see in the following episode that he sometimes unintentionally gets too close to people when he's excited, not noticing their discomfort. We see this after Ash wins his gym battle with Valerie, and Sawyer is so beyond amazed and eager to learn from him that he momentarily forgets how to act "socially appropriately". Ash and his friends are visibly uncomfortable, but of course, because they're all so kind and supportive, they don't judge him for this 🥺

We also see in the first episode of XYZ that he's an amazing artist. And I mean, AMAZING! He can literally draw Squishy the Zygarde Core exactly how it looks in its official artwork, despite only having seen it for the first time that day! While not every autistic person has to have a talent like this, it's definitely not uncommon. Growing up, Pika and I both used to draw a lot, and our drawing skills were one of the few things we took pride in because of how much praise we got for it.

Now let's talk about one of his most adorable traits, which is his habit of saying, "I've gained some EXP!" Clearly he's into video games and enjoys feeling like he's in one, because this is definitely not something you typically hear in real life. This kind of escapism is quite common in autistic people, Pika and I included. In a world that's not built for us, sometimes imagining ourselves in a fictional world that we love can be really comforting and even inspiring in some cases.

You've probably noticed that Sawyer is holding his notebook in all of the last three screenshots, which is also something I'd like to get into. Not only is his notebook a crucial part of his character, but it's also a security item. Pika and I both have security items of our own, namely our phones and our favourite Pokemon plushies, which helps bring us a lot of much-needed comfort. In episode 75, we see just how panicked Sawyer gets when he temporarily loses his notebook, which quickly leads to him becoming depressed.

We know that he values his notebook deeply because it contains all he's learned on his journey, as well as an autograph from Steven Stone. But if you look deeper, it becomes clear that it's even more to him than that. He holds his notebook close to his heart, both metaphorically and literally. He hugs it after receiving approval from Ash (which I'll also get to later) Heck, he even attached his Key Stone to it! He cherishes this notebook like it's his baby, and we find that so adorable and relatable!

Okay, now it's time to get into what's arguably the saddest part of his character: his constant need of approval from others. Pika and I, as well as countless other autistic people, are no strangers to self-doubt, especially in a world where we can't meet a lot of people's expectations. Sawyer likely grew up feeling this way too, which would explain why he's always seeking Ash's approval, since Ash is the one he looks up to the most. Throughout the series, Sawyer's constantly trying desperately to catch up to him. What's even more heartbreaking is that even after he beats Ash, he still needs reassurance from him that he's become strong 🥺

And to make matters worse, he's constantly masking his frustration whenever he fails to beat Ash. The autistic community is definitely no stranger to masking either.

It's not until the episode after his Kalos League battle with Ash when we finally see Sawyer breaking down. All those hours of training to catch up to Ash only led to him losing again in their most important battle yet. He was devastated, but he couldn't show that in front of Ash out of fear of being judged. Once he and Sceptile were alone, however, Sawyer was finally able to let out all the built-up frustration. And oh boy, was it emotional to watch...

But being the resilient trainer he is, Sawyer quickly dried off his tears and reaffirmed his desire to become stronger.

It takes a lot of strength to bounce back from something like this. I also went through a lot of inner turmoil around the time XYZ was airing. But seeing Sawyer bounce back like this inspired me to keep going, and make it through the rest of that year with Sawyer as my main source of comfort.

Needless to say, I see a lot of myself in Sawyer, and so does Pika. Not only is he relatable, but his story is also a great reminder that no matter how bad things feel in the moment, we can always make it out the other side. This is an important message for a lot of people, especially within the autistic community.

Even after all these years, I still find lots of comfort in Sawyer, and I know that'll last for many more years to come 💚

#anipoke #pokeani #trainer sawyer #trainer shota #sawyer pokemon #shota pokemon #autism #autism acceptance #autism headcanon #autistic characters #autistic positivity #this is our headcanon and you cannot change it

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Candid I HATE that u said this bc now I’m thinking about thigh riding 😒

And Jade would be the worst ugh. All the teasing? With the straightest face? Like he’s not hard as steel watching u dissolve into a mess grinding on his thigh smfh

cw adult content, implied monsterfucking. minors dni 🔞

jade leech x afab!reader

well now i'm thinking about it so i guess we'll just have to suffer together!! but, like, in his defense, he's only giving you what you wanted.

it's just -- the two of you are dating now, supposedly, but most of the time it hardly feels any different to the way things were before. his vice housewarden duties and his shifts at the mostro lounge keep his schedule packed to the -- sorry -- gills, and even when you do get a chance to spend some time alone together, more often than not his attention is divided between you and something else.

like when he's shuffling through thick sheaves of paperwork that probably have something or other to do with the lounge, though for all you know they could be plans to take over the world. you, meanwhile, are failing spectacularly at pretending to be absorbed in your own busywork while you fail even harder at not sneaking glances in jade's direction, biting your thumbnail when he absently tucks his long dark forelock behind his ear. which is just embarrassing, really.

though perhaps not quite as embarrassing as the noise you make when he tucks a hand around your waist, apropos of nothing, and hoists you neatly out of your chair and into his lap. over his thigh, specifically.

you feel more than hear him chuckle at your expense, the sound humming through your middle as he eases you back against his chest and brushes a hand down your front that settles itself on your belly, thumb smoothing over your waistband. now this is much better, isn't it? he murmurs, retrieving his pen and shifting in his seat so his thigh -- perhaps coincidentally, but almost certainly not -- presses flush against your crotch. you just looked so lonely sitting over there by yourself, and he does so hate to see you sad.

right. you're sure he's just being altruistic here, as he holds you in his lap like a spoiled pet while he works, fountain pen scratching across the page as he tenses his thigh and presses it up further between your legs, so your inseam bunches up tight and hard against your clit. you dig your nails into the sliver of bare wrist visible between his sleeve and the edge of his glove and determine to keep your hips still because you are not gonna give him the satisfaction of humping his leg while he mostly ignores you, but you're already squeezing his thigh between both of yours and bearing down, seeking more pressure.

and jade -- jade just keeps rifling through his paperwork, crossing out a word here and signing his name there, breath even and heart thumping steadily against your back. you'd think he wasn't aware of you at all if not for the slow but steady grind of his leg against your cunt, pulling your inseam taut as the fabric of his pants rustles softly against yours, his thumb stroking your belly as your abdominal muscles tense and jump like you've been shocked. you are rubbing yourself against him in earnest now, pride forgotten already, sweating in your school uniform and biting your lip to keep from whining aloud. it's not like you've never thought about getting off on just jade's leg before, not like you've never ridden a pillow and pretended the soft down was firm muscle. you'll be embarrassed about it later.

no, you are far too desperate to be embarrassed, and that whine you were holding so valiantly back finally slips free as something closer to a sob when jade puts down his pen, paperwork finished at last, and puts one hand on your hip to hold you effortlessly still while he flicks open your button fly with his thumb and forefinger. he eases your pants and your underwear down your hips and thighs and you lift up to kick them the rest of the way off, clinging to him when he turns you around to face him and settle you back down over his thigh, bare from the waist down.

well, you're bare from the waist down. jade's as buttoned up as ever, a slight smile on his lips as your toes curl and your thighs tense at the friction of his wool trousers dragging against your naked clit. you scoot further into his lap, pressing your thigh against his hard-on -- and oh, is he hard, though no one would ever know it from the cool and collected look on his face -- and start grinding your hips in tight circles that make your wet pussy squelch against his leg. you are making a mess all over him, staining the dark fabric of his pants darker, and later you will be embarrassed about that too.

right now, though, you are dissolving into a drooling, sobbing mess against his shoulder as he presses lightly on the small of your back and hitches up his leg to make it easier for you to ride him, ignoring your pleas for him to fuck you until he finally concedes just enough to hook your thighs up and around his waist so that you're no longer riding his leg but his cock through the stiff, straining fabric of his pants. you are one big wet ache of muscle and hormones, and when your clit catches against the hard seam of his zip the orgasm you've been fighting for tremors through your cunt and makes you gush all over jade's already-soiled pants.

jade seems entirely unbothered by this, cuddling you close and kissing your sweaty cheek. perhaps next time you'll venture to ask for his attention rather than suffer in silence?

not, he amends, stroking his thumb down your overworked clit and flashing his teeth in a pleased smile when you hiss, that he especially minds watching you squirm.

#jade leech x reader #twst x reader #!candid replies #!candid thirsts

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hi K, i know your requests are closed and i'm absolutely not asking you to answer to this if you don't want to or don't feel like doing it, but I have this kinda switch!ransom - soft dom!/mommy!reader thot in my head since two days and I can't ignore it anymore so I had to submit it to you cause you are so good at writing him <3.

so, here's the scenario -> you have been away on a business trip, but now you're at home, hoping to relax after such a tiring week. As soon as you get closer to the bedroom, your ears are greeted with little noises and groans, but the best is yet to come. When you open the door in front of you, Ransom is on your shared bed, wearing only a grey t-shirt and white boxers and humping your pillow.

"O-Oh fuck Mommy, pleasepleaseplease make me cum a-aah- I need it so bad"

He's so deep in his fantasy that doesn't notice you getting closer and closer to him, until you put your hand on his shoulder and his head turns to you. A shade of red covers his face and you can't do anything but smirk.

"Now, isn't this a hell of a welcome home? What were you doing Ran, huh?"

His eyes are wide open. He expected you to come home today but not in the early afternoon. "I've been good honey, but I was missing you s'much and- Nevermind.." You can feel he's nervous, so you try to make him say the sentence he hasn't finished. "What's wrong, baby? You can tell me, you know"

He whimpers, and Ransom Drysdale doesn't whimper for anyone except you. "I tried to make myself cum for the last two hours but I- I cant without you Mommy...please come here because it hurts so much" He lays back on the bed and his arousal is more than visible.

Seeing that you didn't move, he grabs you by the hips and makes you sit on him. "If i'm not wrong, i asked you to do something. Now, make Daddy feel good and i'll give you a reward for your hard work." You laugh out loud, causing an irritated expression on his face. "You really think you can be Daddy when you were just humping my pillow five minutes ago and couldn't even make yourself cum? You're ridiculous Ransom. Now, wait on the bed like a good boy and Mommy will make you feel so good, m'kay?"

His face softens and he sits again on the bed, famous pillow returns between his legs. You go to the bathroom taking your sweet time to change into his fave blue lingerie set while you hear little noises and whimpers of "Mommy.." Oh god, this guy will be your undoing.

As soon as he sees you, he shuts his mouth and just begs you with his eyes. "Hi baby"

"Hi mommy, I- I'm sorry for-"

"Shhh, sweet baby, Mommy's not angry. Now, be a good boy and make mommy cum with your fingers; after i'll ride you and then we'll have a nice bath together before cuddling and eating those biscuits you like so much."

"It's perfect Mommy, I- I love you so fucking much"

"I love you too Ran, now get to work m'kay?"

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Thanks if you will take a minute even just to read this.

🩰 anon

This is a whole dang fic and I love it 😄😈

The fact that he tried to be Daddy after begging like that 😹

#murderer monday #romantic murderer monday #murderer monday drabble fest #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reade #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale #sweet nonnie who left me a whole fic in my inbox #🩰nonnie

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Good morning, my sweet fellas! 👋😊

You voted for it, and I'm very excited to deliver it! The "Lost But Now Found" AU fanfic with Colli and Hunter in a Little Nightmares-esque situation. The small starboy and the young Grimwalker end up in a very strange place, where everyone is after Colli. The bad guys want him because they thirst for his magic. Even though, Colli's magic is surpressed in the nightmarish realm. That's why he can't free Hunter and himself. Hunter is determined to keep his beloved little brother safe! Let's get ready to rumble! 😃

One-Shot: Hungry For Another One

"Ngh... where are we?" A certain small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold asked as he, along with his beloved big brother, a certain young Grimwalker, stirred awake. Colli and Hunter found themselves in a very strange place!

To Colli's horror, this place surpressed his magic! To his relief, he still could float. "Wherever we are, I will keep you safe!" Hunter promised as he took protectively Colli's small hand. The eternal little boy intertwined his fingers with Hunter's.

Colli silently swore to protect Hunter as good as he could. He loved the former Golden Guard just as much as he loved him, after all. "No matter what, we'll stick together." Colli whispered as he and Hunter were about to find a way home.

"Did you hear that?" Colli asked, clearly terrified as he heard a loud screech. "Yes. What in The Titan's name was that?" Hunter was just as scared as Colli was, but he decided to ignore his fear. Protecting Colli was more important.

Not that much later, a grotesque figure noticed Colli and Hunter. It was a man, with very short legs. His arms, on the other hand, were way too long. The man was blind, but he could smell the Clawthorne-Noceda-Deamonne-Whispers brothers.

He also could hear Colli and Hunter. He began to chase the blonde boy and the immortal celestial boy. The man managed to trap Colli and Hunter in a small chamber. He couldn't really reach them, though. Colli cowered in fear as the man's arms tried to grab him through the gap.

Colli couldn't hold back his tears and his heart was slamming against his ripcage. "Leave him alone, you weirdo!" Hunter said as he managed to close the gap, which led to the man's long arms being cut off his body.

"I'm so incredible sorry that you had to see this, Colli." Hunter said as he wrapped his arms around Colli. His beautiful little Sunshine was trembling. A few minutes later, he calmed down a bit. He and Hunter noticed that a way out of the room opened.

Hunter gave his still shocked little brother a piggyback ride. Colli clinged to him like a lifeline. What neither Hunter nor Colli suspected was, that this was just the beginning of a nightmarish journey...

"Is that a giant kitchen?" As soon as Colli said this, he and Hunter had to hide from two enourmous cooks. Apparently, they were twin brothers. One of them began to chop meat. He pretty much ripped it open at first, though.

"That meat kind of looks like a human head..." Colli whispered, visibly disgusted. Hunter was just as disgusted. Suddenly, the cook began to cough. Then, he scratched his chin. He seemed to wear a fleshy mask over his face. Not unlike the other cook.

"Ew!" Colli and Hunter whispered in unision. As soon as the cook looked away for a moment, the most inseparable pair of brothers decided to use this opportunity to escape this area. Unfortunately, both cooks spotted them and let out horrible noises as they chased Colli and Hunter.

Thankfully, the starboy and the Grimwalker escaped their clutches. "That was even worse than the experience before!" Colli said wide eyed as he and Hunter sat down for a moment. "I can sense that something even worse awaits us..." The celestial boy whispered.

Colli and Hunter watched as giant and obese people arrived. It was quite obvious that they were hungry. Very, very, very, VERY hungry. They mindlessly ate the raw meat that was served. Out of a sudden, one of them noticed as Colli and Hunter tried to be sneaky.

The man fell off his chair and crawled into the brothers' direction. He got ahold of Colli and tried to shove him into his mouth! "TAKE YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER, YOU SCUMBAG!" Hunter smacked the obese man's big head and knocked him out.

The other people in the room were too distracted by their own food. Hunter picked up his still shaken little brother and carried him to safety. Well, the next room was a bit safer than the last one, at least. Colli and Hunter hid under a giant chair to calm down.

Hunter held Colli in his arms and rubbed softly his Little Angel's back. "He... he tried to eat me..." The immortal little boy still couldn't believe what just happened! Hunter placed soft and loving brotherly kisses all over Colli's adorable multi-colored face.

"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, Colli. Everyone who wants to harm you, has to go through ME first!" Hunter promised as he pressed with infinite tenderness his forehead against Colli's. Colli cuddled closer to him.

As soon as Colli recovered a bit, he and Hunter continued their journey. "AAAAAAAAAAH!" Colli screamed as he and his beloved big brother had to flee from an entire mass of the hungry people, who seemed more and more like monsters.

To the brothers' relief, they finally escaped the obese creatures. One of them, a woman, fell down to her demise. It was quite obvious that she didn't survive the fall. "I know that she tried to eat us, but... I can't help but feel sorry for her."

"Colli, you're too compassionate for your own good." Hunter chimed in. "Let's rest a bit, Hunter. I'm exhausted." "Good idea, Sunshine." With this words, the most inseparable pair of brothers decided to take a break.

About two hours later, Colli and Hunter were in the private chambers of a tall and slender woman. She was humming a very eerie melody as she combed her long black hair. Fortunately, she didn't notice Colli and Hunter yet.

"We need a key. I think it's in there." Colli whispered. He floated up and looked into the vase. Bingo! The vase had to be broken to get the key, though. As soon as Hunter shattered it, the humming stopped. It now was silent. Too silent!

Upon opening the door and stepping inside, the door suddenly fell shut! "She knows that we're here..." Colli's sweet voice was filled with fear. Then, to Colli and Hunter's horror, the woman materialized out of thin air and began to chase the two of them!

The next room had tons of broken mirrors. Only one mirror wasn't broken. Colli came to a realization. "She sat in front of a broken mirror as she combed her hair... I think that her own reflection could be her weakness!"

"That makes sense, Colli!" Hunter took the mirror and left with Colli the room. The woman already was waiting for the brothers. There was a lit up spot. Colli and Hunter used this opportunity and held the mirror in front of her.

It worked! The woman became weaker and weaker! Soon, she lie on the floor. She was still alive, but she couldn't move. "Colli, look away please. I don't want you to see what I'm about to do." Colli did as Hunter said and turned around.

Hunter took a sharp piece of one of the mirrors and slit her throat. To the blonde boy's relief, she was too weak to make a sound. She silently passed away. "It's over." Hunter whispered as he led Colli out of the room.

The dark magic of the woman was responsible for Colli's surpressed magic. As soon as she was gone, the starboy's powers fully returned. He floated up and levitated Hunter up to him. The most inseparable pair of brothers managed to fly hand in hand out of the strange facility.

As it turned out, Colli and Hunter came through an interdimensional rift into the nightmarish world. Colli and Hunter finally arrived home, at the Owl House. Colli and Hunter needed some time to get over this horrible 'adventure'.

"I feel so dirty..." Colli said. He and Hunter decided to take a bath together. The young Grimwalker washed his beloved little brother's small body with infinite tenderness. He washed just as tenderly Colli's otherworldly fluffy lavender hair.

Thanks to Hunter's soft touch, Colli slowly began to feel better. Colli began to wash gently Hunter's back. "I'm glad that I could protect you the entire time, Colli." Hunter spoke up as Colli washed his silky blonde hair.

"I couldn't imagine a life without you." Hunter added to his last sentence. "I couldn't imagine a life without you either, Hunter. We will stay together forever." Colli's kind red eyes were full of love and adoration for Hunter.

Hunter's magenta eyes were filled to the brim with love and adoration for Colli. After the bath, Hunter wrapped his greatest treasure into the softest towel. He picked him up and carried him into their shared bedroom.

As soon as Colli and Hunter were dressed in fresh clothes, the two of them lie cuddled close together on their shared bed. Colli and Hunter clinged to each other tightly. It was as if they never wanted let go of each other ever again.

The End

#lost but now found au #the collector #colli clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers #hunter #hunter clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers #clawthorne brothers #clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers brothers #fanfic

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"Sinful Desires" - Chapter 13

Something seems to haunt her in her dreams.

Aemond wakes up more than once when he feels Alyssa begin to squirm next to him, her expression of fear, pain and her moans are proof that whatever she is seeing in her dreams is not pleasant at all. Both times Aemond hugs her tighter and whispers soothing words in her ear as he strokes her hair until she settles back to sleep.

The last time, when the night begins to clear up, the prince no longer manages to fall asleep, so he simply lulls the young woman to sleep. He hasn't been this close to Alyssa in a long time. Or rather, she hasn't seemed so comfortable in his company in a long time. So Aemond spends the next minutes observing the delicate features of the princess, her small and outlined nose, her full lips, the ivory skin of her cheeks that are bathed in freckles that are not visible to the naked eye, her bushy eyebrows... the prince records in his mind every little detail.

Aemond moves his hand from the girl's waist and places it among her hair, twisting his fingers in her messy curls before pulling a strand up to his nose to sniff her scent of jasmine, sighing contentedly as an involuntary smile breaks across his face.

“Aemond? Is it morning yet?"

Alyssa's raspy voice and her questions catch him off guard. The prince moves his hand from her hair and returns his gaze to the princess, who still has her eyes closed.

"No, not yet," he replies softly, "Keep sleeping Alyssa, you need to rest."

She makes a purring noise and nods against his chest, her nose brushing against his skin and sending a delicious shiver of pleasure through his body.

Alyssa must react in a similar way because she suddenly opens her eyes and seems to realize where she is. A slight blush appears on her cheeks and she hastily move her hands from Aemond's body.

"I uh..." she sits up in bed and turns her face towards the window, watching the sun starting to rise, "I'd better go"

"Stay" he sits too, "We'll be husband and wife very soon, what does it matter if they see us sharing a bed already?" he asks, understanding that she doesn't want to be discovered by the servants. The princess rubs her temples with her hands and looks at him, exasperated. He just smiles.

“You are impossible,” Alyssa sighs, pulling back the sheets from her body and moving to the edge of the bed. Before standing up, however, she turns and looks at Aemond, "Thanks for last night."

"There is nothing to be thankful about”, he replies sincerely, "I am glad I helped you."

She mutters something under her breath and hurries to the door.

***

Alyssa tries not to visit him anymore, but after a couple of sleepless nights her resolve crumbles.

Tiredness and loneliness are increasingly difficult to bear. Although the young lady no longer cries as much as before, although her heart seems to be resigned to the idea that her brother is no longer in this world, although the attacks of pain have diminished... Alyssa still refuses to leave her room.

She knows that is not healthy, she knows that she should make an effort and try to get out of the vicious circle of sadness in which she is sucked, but trying to move on seems like a betrayal of her brother's memory. If that makes any sense.

Her mind is a tangle of voices, criticisms, guilt, and suffering. Alyssa can't ignore what it whispers to her, which is why she seeks Aemond's comfort. As much as part of herself hates to admit it, she finds peace of mind when she is with him.

Peace and silence.

Even so, the irony that this comfort comes from the man that caused her misery is not lost on her.

Still, Alyssa and Aemond fall into a kind of routine.

She visits him late at night, when the castle is silent and dark.

He is already waiting for her in bed and cradles her in her arms until she sleeps.

Aemond notes that her nightmares are waning each time, though her dreams are still restless. Alyssa always wakes up before dawn, although she doesn't always leave immediately.

Sometimes, like now, she seems in the mood to stay with him and talk.

"How come you don't have a knight guarding your door?" she wants to know

The two of them are still in bed, looking at each other, though not hugging their bodies close enough to feel each other's warmth.

“I don't need the protection of a guard, I am one of the best warriors in the realm. I have even beaten Cole several times in the training yard” he explains arrogantly

“Arrogant git” she mutters, rolling her eyes and failing to contain a smile.

After that, they remain in comfortable silence for a minute until he speaks again, "Did you think about my proposal?"

"The answer is still no," Alyssa replies, turning around and fixing her gaze on the ceiling of the four-poster bed.

He doesn't push her. Aemond knows that it is better to give her time. Although Aegon has technically allowed their union, he does not want to marry her against her will.

"It's time to go" Alyssa interrupts his thoughts

The sky begins to turn a light pink, darkness giving way to the rising sun.

"Wait a minute," he hastens to say, "I'd like to talk to you."

She seems to hesitate for a few seconds, but she finally nods, "Let’s talk then"

Aemond clears his throat trying to order his ideas, where should he start? Alyssa's expectant gaze is on him and suddenly he’s feeling utterly nervous, "I was thinking about what you asked me"

“What I asked you about…” Alyssa looks confused.

"About your brother" he almost whispered

The princess's posture changes immediately, her gaze becomes hard and the girl moves between the sheets to stand up, "I don't want to talk about Luke."

"Please, please, just listen to me" he asks sitting on the bed and gently holding her arm, "We need to talk about what happened, please Alyssa"

“What happened,” she says between her teeth, imitating his posture, “is that you ended my brother's life. It's something I don't like to think about, Aemond, it's not easy for me to come here and be by your side when part of me hates myself for even considering seeking your company."

"Just let me explain, please"

Maybe it's the pleading in his voice, maybe it's the weariness she still feels, or maybe Alyssa is just sick of fighting, but when she sees Aemond's eye and his desperate expression, she relents and decide to listen to him.

“I did not go to Storm's End seeking revenge. I didn't even know your brother would be there,” he begins, “but I must admit the thought did cross my mind when I saw him arrive and defend your mother's cause before Borros Baratheon. I was already angry about the betrothal with one of the Baratheon girls. I had to pretend to be polite and seem interested about them, I also had to increase Borros Baratheon's pride with false compliments so he would support my brother and I had had enough. All I wanted was to end the charade and come back here, but…” he lowers his head.

"Lucerys arrived" she finishes

He nods, “I know it was wrong, I know I should have controlled myself better, I know I should have let your brother go when Borros kicked us out of the castle… I didn't do any of that and I was a jerk. I let the rage win, I let my arrogance win because I wanted…I wanted to teach him a lesson. I wanted him to know that now that our families were in open opposition, he would have no chance of winning if he decided to fight against me”

He certainly never had a chance, she thinks, but doesn't interrupt him.

“I was weak,” admits Aemond, “I gave in to the anger I felt at seeing him, I gave in to the desire to show him that I was no longer a kid he could make fun of, I wanted him to know that he wasn't just going to get away with it this time, that he would not go unpunished for wanting to take my brother's throne or ruin his coronation or for your mother to betrothed you to a bloody northerner, I was enraged when I heard about your future wedding"

"Are you saying that I am part of the reason my brother is dead?" she asks in a small voice, her heart pounding in her body.

"No, no, no. Fuck” he seems to realize what he said, so he rushes to grab Alyssa's chin and wipe away a tear that has fallen down her cheek, “It's my fault, mine alone. I want you to understand that because I am aware that I caused the death of your brother, although I did not intend to do so."

"What do you mean?"

Aemond hesitates. Alyssa notices that he seems to be struggling with himself, but eventually he swallows and continues, "I lost control of Vhagar."

"I don't understand" she replies with her eyes sparkling with tears that she clearly struggles to contain.

"I followed Luke riding Vhagar, I swear I just wanted to scare him, I wanted him to understand the difference between the two of us"

"Because you are the rider of the largest and oldest dragon in the world" she replies sarcastically, her gaze hard, trying to control her body's reactions, especially the nausea she feels while listening to Aemond talking about that fateful night.

Aemond sighs and admits, “My arrogance was superior. I started chasing him and telling him some stupid shit until…” he hesitates again, “Arrax attacked Vhagar and Vhagar…”

"Go on" she almost commands

"Vhagar chased Arrax hard, I could see that she was not going to let the little dragon's attack pass, I tried to stop her, I ordered her to obey me and stop, but..." he shakes his head.

Alyssa doesn't need him to continue. She can imagine very well what followed next. The princess closes her eyes and sheds a couple of tears.

"I swear to you Alyssa, I swear by what is most sacred and dear to me in this life, by you, by Helaena and my nephews, that I ordered Vhagar to stop."

She nods. Strangely, she believes him, though that doesn't necessarily ease her pain. Not when she now imagines her poor Lucerys terrified riding Arrax, being chased through the storm and…

"Who else knows about this?" Alyssa asks, “Who else knows you lost control of Vhagar?”

"You're the first person to know," he admits.

"Why? If this is true, it means…”

"It doesn't change anything," he cuts her off, "I killed your brother anyway."

"So, you'd rather be called a kinslayer than allow people to find out that you couldn't control your dragon" it was not a question. She continues, “Arrax acted because he sensed Luke's need to defend himself. I'm not a dragon rider, but I know something about the bond" Alyssa looks for Aemond's gaze, "If Vhagar attacked him, it was because deep down you felt your revenge was due."

"I would never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally," he replies, "The first thing I thought when I realized what I had done was that I had lost you."

"You thought not in the life you ended, but in me" Fury is born again inside her

"I am so sorry Alyssa, I'm sorry for killing your brother, for…"

"Luke!" she cuts him off, "You can't even say his name."

"Luke."

"Yes, him. My brother, your nephew” she pokes his chest with her index finger, “I'm sick of you saying your mother, your brother, they are your family too, but it seems you don't want to admit it. You say you don't want to hurt me, but if you hurt them, you hurt me. I am part of them"

"Not on my mind"

"No, not on your mind," she sighs and leans back on the headboard as she tucks her legs into her body, placing her head on her knees.

"I'm not going to pretend to care for people who have never shown me a kind gesture" Aemond replies, "Your mother… Rhaenyra" he clarifies, "My sister ignored me her whole life, Jace and Luke made fun of me constantly"

"Aegon did too"

“Yes, Aegon too,” he admits, “But you were always the best of us. I… even as a child I was already someone tormented, insecure and prone to violence. My environment made sure that it was like that, but when I was with you..." he smiles and lowers his gaze, "Alyssa, you were peace among the chaos, you relieved the pressure that having to be the perfect son for my mother caused me, you were pure joy and songs. You're too good to be a part of them."

Alyssa sighs, half frustrated and half moved by his words.

“I hate that I'm always in the middle,” she says after several seconds, “Since I was a child, always torn between you and my family, between my feelings for you and my duty as a daughter. Even now, when I should just despise you and keep you away from me, I can't. I cannot banish you from my life, I cannot ignore my need to feel close to you, to be by your side”.

“I'm so sorry Alyssa, I'm really sorry,” he says, “I hate myself for causing you so much pain. If I could do anything, anything to ease the suffering in your soul, I would. You should know that if I could tear my heart out to give it to you, I would gladly do it because I lo…”

“No,” the girl rushes to say and reaches out to place her finger on Aemond's lips, silencing him, “Don't say it. Not now, not like this"

The prince nods, but takes Alyssa by the elbow and pulls her body into his. She gasps as he grabs her around the waist and settles her astride him, hugging her possessively to his chest, their faces at the same level, "Please don't push me away, Alyssa," he begs.

She does not have the willpower to do it. The closeness of him, the warmth of his body, the vulnerable state they both seem to be in after their talk... Alyssa just closes her eyes when Aemond's hands settle on her cheeks, cradling her face. The kiss is barely a touch at first, an almost shy caress in which Aemond presses his lips to her in a succession of short kisses until Alyssa places her hands in his hair and deepens the contact, their tongues dancing entwined, their breaths becoming more unstable every moment. Aemond tugs at her lower lip and she sighs against him.

There is need and hunger in this kiss.

But it cannot go further.

“Enough,” she whispers against him, regaining control of herself, “I have to go. I need to think"

He stops kissing her, "I understand" he says

Alyssa moves away from his body and gets off the bed. Before leaving, he asks, "Will you be back tonight?"

The princess just nods before leaving the room.

***

“You look livelier this morning”

Helaena is visibly happy that Alyssa has decided to accept her invitation to have breakfast together.

"I've been sleeping better" replies the princess without going into details

"Yes, it seems so"

Alyssa isn't sure if she detects a teasing tone in her voice, but the queen doesn't delve into the subject and focuses on her food. They both eat breakfast in comfortable silence.

"I'll be visiting the city shortly," Helaena informs when they finish eating, "Would you like to join me?"

"Why are you going to the city?" she asks, puzzled.

"To give food and clothing to those who need it most"," she explains matter-of-factly.

Alyssa raises her eyebrows in surprise as she tries to imagine the queen performing acts of charity in the middle of Flea Bottom. "Do you think they'll let me go?"

"Of course, they will"

Helaena's smile is so confident that Alyssa erases her doubts.

“Is it safe for you to visit the city?” she asks her as they go down towards the door of the Red Keep where a carriage awaits them.

"The guards will go with us in case something happens"

"And you think you should just leave the castle in your condition?" Alyssa looks dubiously at the queen's huge belly.

"You are starting to sound as worried as Aemond," Helaena retorts.

That silences her. Her thoughts flicker to the talk and the kiss she shared with the prince the night before.

"I said something wrong? I'm sorry if…” Helaena starts, but she cuts her off.

"No, nothing like that" Alyssa assures, getting into the carriage after her, "Come on, it will be a pleasure to help you"

Clearly Helaena does charity in the city regularly. The orphanage workers and different men and women seem to know the queen well and receive her with glee, expectantly waiting for the gifts she brings for them.

The same happens with the children, who run to meet her and have to be pushed aside by the guards so as not to stagger the queen. Alyssa enjoys watching her interact with the little ones and she is also encouraged to play with them a bit while she thinks about her little brothers in Dragonstone.

"You are very quiet," Helaena says once they're in the carriage back to the Keep.

"I was thinking on my family," she admits with a sad smile, "Seeing so many children today made me think of Aegon and Viserys."

“Oh, of course” Helaena takes her hand, “I know it wouldn't be the same, but when you feel homesick, you can visit my children. I have noticed that the company of children often improves the spirit and alleviates the sorrows of the soul.”

"I'll keep that in mind," she thanks as she squeezes her aunt's hand.

Helaena nods, then turns her face to the side to peer out the carriage window. Alyssa notices the queen fixing her gaze on the sky, "You don't fly much these days, do you?"

“Not so far along in my pregnancy,” she replies, stroking her belly, “But I miss flying Dreamfyre and I know she misses me. In any case, it won't be long, the baby will be here very soon”

Alyssa can't help but wonder if Helaena will take an active part in the war once she can ride her dragon again. Most likely not. Her aunt doesn't seem like a creature capable of causing so much destruction and violence. The princess sighed and preferred to take her thoughts elsewhere, "You looked very natural with the people of the city, do you go to visit them often?"

“I started going to the Flea Bottom shortly before I married Aegon. Mother used to always go with me, but when father got worse due to his illness, her duties as queen consumed her time. Anyway, I don't think she misses it, I think it's easier for her to just put the money to charity than to go directly to people. I prefer to visit them and listen to them”

“It is a noble action”

"It's the least we can do, don't you think?" Helaena looks at her with her gentle blue eyes, "We have more privileges than them in many aspects, so I think it's only fair."

"Yes, you are right," Alyssa agrees.

Though she wouldn't mind being a mere commoner right now, without having to divide her heart or her loyalty among her family and not be expected to blindly do her duty. Despite the hardships, Alyssa thinks, there is a certain freedom they enjoy that she won't be able to get.

"I'm glad you decided to come with me today" Helaena squeezed her hand again, "Life is very short and we must hold on to happiness no matter where we get it from."

Whether the queen's words directly appeal to her dilemma by simple chance or because she knows more than she's letting on, Alyssa doesn't know. She only says goodbye to Helaena when they are back in the Keep and decides to take a walk through the godswood, with Ser Arryk hot on her heels.

Alyssa sits under the weirwood where she and Aemond used to meet as children.

The red leaves of the ancient tree form a bed around her and the princess takes one of them in her hands, playing with it while thinking about all that Aemond confessed to her.

A chill run through her body as she thinks of her brother's last moments, of the fear he must have felt at being hunted by Vhagar, of his hopelessness. Had she crossed his mind in those final moments? It was a very painful prospect and one that it was only managing to dive her into despair.

No matter how much her mind tortured her the result would always be the same, her brother was dead. There was nothing she could do to change that. And wishing she had left this world with him was useless if she didn't dare to carry it out the necessary action.

The idea had crossed her mind a few times, but she hadn't found the courage in her to do it.

Something still bounds her here. Maybe her brothers, her mother, or maybe just Aemond.

Because if Aemond hadn't meant to kill him, if the situation had gotten out of hand… Alyssa knew that didn't make him any less guilty, just grossly negligent and stupid.

Even so, that detail eased her heart, she couldn't deny that. Aemond had not murdered Luke in cold blood. Aemond and she could…

The idea was totally selfish, reprehensible, and she found it hateful to her reason, but in the cold and cruel world in which she lived, surrounded by enemies in the Red Keep, the one-eyed prince was her only comfort. Maybe even her ally.

Although there was still the detail of the war for the throne.

Her mother's side was strangely calm. Maybe assembling her forces, maybe deciding strategies, maybe looking for the best way to get revenge for what had happened to Luke.

Alyssa raises her eyes to the sky like Helaena had done a few hours ago. The sky is clear, though she longs to see a dragon flying overhead. She longs to see Vermax and Jace. Had her brother returned from the North by now? Surely, he had. Was he, along with her mother, planning a way to get her out of this place? Because she had no way of communicating with them, the servants spoke to her only when necessary, her guards were tremendously loyal to Aegon, and she dared not ask Helaena for a favor for fear of placing her in a compromising situation.

But Daemon had spies in the capital. That she knew. So surely there would be a way to get a message to her, why then had she only received silence from her mother until now?

***

"No"

"Mother…"

"No, Aemond, no" Alicent stands up and turns her back on him, "I am strongly opposed to such union"

"The council does not think like you"

"The council only said that she should marry one of our allies", the queen mother turns to face her son, Aemond notices the annoyance in her eyes, "Let her marry Tyland Lannister, it's a match more than favorable for a…”

"Watch your words, mother" he replies with a harder voice than he intended

Alicent seems to struggle with herself to calm down, "You have a commitment to the Baratheon house, you have already chosen one of Lord Borros's daughters."

“I promised Lord Borros a prince of the realm and a dragon rider, that is what he will get. With Daeron" he points out.

Aemond tries to approach his mother to calm her down, "Mother, please, I have always been a devoted son, I am willing to fight and give my life for Aegon's cause..."

"A just cause that your father approved before he died" she interrupts him

He decides to ignore her last comment, "Don't I deserve to take someone of my choice as a wife?"

Alicent smirks, “None of us have any choice in these matters in times of war, Aemond. You are a prince, you must make sacrifices to fulfill your duty, what you feel for your future wife is irrelevant."

“My feelings are irrelevant to you? My future happiness? he asks looking for his mother's gaze

Her brown eyes are a well of bitterness and suspicion as she replies, “That girl is not your happiness. It's just the desire to take her to your bed that makes you think so."

Aemond lets go of his mother and balls his hands into fists, trying to remain calm, "Don't talk like that, please."

“At the end of the day, you are not that different from your brother,” Alicent continues, “Both of you following your bodies' desires and acting accordingly.”

Aemond finds her comment completely unfair, but he tries to remain undaunted by her words.

“You really think that little of me?”

"Come to your senses, Aemond" Alicent shakes her head and approaches her son, taking his face in her hands, "You were always the most sensible among your siblings, do not fail me now"

Her words, the prince knows, carry all the despair she feels at the moment. And all the fear that his grandfather has nurtured in her for years, fear about their future, about the safety of her children. Fears that are not baseless but that transformed her from an early age into an anxious and lonely woman.

“I do not wish to marry against your will,” says Aemond, “but I will if you leave me no choice. Aegon already gave his consent to our wedding."

"The king can easily be convinced otherwise," Alicent retorts dismissively.

"But I will not. And Aegon knows what will happen if he marries Alyssa to someone else” emphasizes Aemond.

“What makes you think that she will agree to marry you? She seemed determined to do otherwise when I spoke to her.” Her mother sighs and places her forehead on Aemond's chest. He notices that she is a nervous wreck, clearly the situation is getting out of hand, "That girl will turn you against your family"

"You know I'm loyal to you and my brother." Aemond lifts his mother's face and makes her look at him, "Alyssa won't change that."

“You say that now, but…” she seems to doubt

"Please, mother" he insists

Alicent does not respond as Ser Rickard interrupts to announce that Otto Hightower needs them in the council chamber.

"We received a letter from Dragonstone," informs his grandfather as they take their seats at the table.

"From our spies?" asks Tyland Lannister. Aemond can't help but shoot him a venomous look as he remembers his mother's proposal from a few minutes ago.

"From Princess Rhaenyra"

Aemond notices her mother shift uncomfortably in her chair, her hands playing with her rings, "And what does she say?"

Otto hands them the letter.

My daughter has made her decisions and chosen her side. Her upcoming marriage to her uncle, Prince Aemond, is a union I neither approve nor like, and it does not change the situation between our families in the least. Her betrayal will not be forgotten. Alyssa is no longer an ally to this family or to my reign.

“How did she find out about the wedding plans? We hadn't announced the betrothal yet." Aemond asks.

“We knew that she had spies inside the palace” replies Otto, thoughtful.

“But why would Rhaenyra disown her daughter? Is it some kind of trap?"

Aemond considers the words of his mother, could this be a deception on her part?

"I don't think so, I don't see what the princess can obtain by letting the realm know that her daughter has disappointed her"

There is a silence that is shortened by his mother, “Well, what are we going to do now? Princess Alyssa is no longer an important prisoner if she means nothing to her mother. Surely we should…”

"We will do nothing with Alyssa" Aemond looks hard at his mother, "She will continue to stay here in the palace and she will marry me"

"Don't be ridiculous Aemond, there's no need to marry her now that it doesn't benefit us in any way" Alicent replies

“It's not entirely true,” Otto interjects before the prince can speak, "Rhaenyra may not hold her daughter in high regard anymore, but that doesn't change that she is her own blood. The image that the kingdom will see will remain the same, a daughter of the princess who would rather support her uncle's throne than her mother's.”

"The perception of the noble houses is what matters," Lannister nods, "Princess Alyssa's support will be beneficial to the king."

“I agree” says Otto

“Father, she's not even a dragon rider." Alicent looks at the king's hand in amazement.

“Even if she were, I wouldn't trust her enough to send her to fight her brothers,” he replies before turning to his grandson, “If you marry the princess, you must guarantee that her loyalty lies with Aegon's reign. Can you do that?”

Aemond knows that it is extremely unlikely, but he does not intend to miss this opportunity, "I can do it"

His grandfather studies his gaze before nodding and turning to Ser Rickard, "Bring the princess here"

"Are you going to show her the letter?" Alicent asks

"Of course"

"Maybe it's better if I speak with her privately" Aemond proposes, knowing that the news will be a great shock to Alyssa.

"No, she better realizes right here that her options are very limited right now."

***

Alyssa knows something is wrong when Aemond refuses her gaze.

"We received a letter from your mother this morning, princess," says Otto.

Her heart skips a beat in her chest. News at last. The king's hand extends the scroll to her and she takes it with trembling fingers. Her mother's seal is authentic, Alyssa recognizes it, even though it is already broken.

What she doesn't recognize are her mother's words. What is written in the letter seems to have been sent by anyone but Rhaenyra. Her mother couldn't…her mother wouldn't abandon her to the greens, alone in King's Landing, her mother wouldn't believe that she was there of her own free will.

"Do you have any idea why your mother sounds so radical in her letter?" wants to know Alicent

Alyssa exchanges a look with Aemond before answering. He immediately understands the meaning of it. Somehow his half-sister had found out what had happened between the two of them that night before Viserys died. And the news of their engagement had aroused her suspicions and distrust.

“No,” Alyssa replies, “Can I go now?”

The princess does not wait for an answer, she crumples the letter and leaves the council room.

Alyssa enters her room and lets flow everything that she is feeling inside.

Anger, mainly.

Her mother truly believed that she was a traitor, she considered her capable of going to the Red Keep of her own free will after what had happened with Luke.

Alyssa lashes out at the objects on the nightstand and the dresser, throwing everything to the floor and gleefully hearing the glass shatter.

No matter how hard Alyssa tried to prove her wrong, Rhaenyra was always going to mistrust her. She had been willing to sacrifice her youth and her life in exchange for soldiers for her mother, but she had simply ignored that fact and she had gone with what she believed to be true.

Well, if her mother considered her a traitor, then she would act that way.

Alyssa walks over the broken glass and heads for the door just as Aemond enters.

"Are you okay?" he asks, looking at the state of the room, "Alyssa, listen."

She doesn't want to hear it. The princess takes Aemond's face and silences him with a kiss. He lets himself be swept away by her caress and places his hand on her lower back. When they pull apart they are both gasping for breath and Alyssa's green eyes shine with contained anger and determination.

"Ask me again," she says in a whisper against his lips.

He knows immediately what she means

“Did you think about my proposal?” his voice sounds hopeful

"Yes. I will marry you, Aemond Targaryen."

#aemond fic #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #sinfuldesires

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Adventures on grocery shopping on the start of labor day weekend (i.e. you fool, what have you done)

1) lady with smol child watches me smell then turn the baggie of hatch chiles around, eyeing it suspiciously. Smol child asks her what i'm doing. She pauses and then says 'i...don't know.' About this time i find the pepper that was minutes away from turning into terrible sludgy goo and extricate it, setting it gently to the side. Even that amount of motion was too much, and it sort of....melts. Smol child makes a wonderful noise of delighted disgust. Asks if their veggies at home do that. Lady says 'no, baby, that's what frozen veggies are for.'

2) there's sweet corn advertised right next to the chiles. I pick up an ear and smell it, again suspiciously. (I have been burned before, california. Your version of 'roadside fresh' and mine are very different.) Lady comes up next to me, starts picking up ears and ripping the dangliest tassels and husks off before bagging the ears. I look at the top of one, nope, set it back. Repeat. Find a good one. Lady has by this point stopped entirely and is watching me. "Well now what are you doing, then?" I point out the rejected corn has a tassel that looks icky, and the other one didn't feel heavy enough, and this one has nice goldenbrown tassel and feels heavy and is a nice green, and since i plan on cooking it, i peel back a bit of the husk to point out the nice fat kernels and squish one. Then i pick up the rejected one and peel it back a bit and the tip is bare and the visible kernels look dry. Lady's partner has come up behind her and says "you found another corn nut, huh?" She flicks him in the arm and says "no, i do not do...corn wizardry. I didn't even know corn wizardry was a thing. Thank you for the help, by the way."

3) someone says 'on wisconsin' behind me while i was talking about the corn and it is only later that i realize i am indeed wearing my ancient bucky badger tank top which would only be parseable as bucky if you knew what he was beforehand. I cannot see anyone around wearing obviously wisconsin or midwesty clothing. Did Chip astrally project just to fuck with me? i would not put it past him.

4) the human versions of the love children of abbot and costello / waldorf and statler are in the frozen food section (a madhouse because there are several sales ongoing) bickering while in search of bone in skin on chicken breasts, because you can't fry skinless chicken, what's the point? There is no point, that's the point. Maybe it's over there. Excuse me sir- sorry, miss- salmon candy, now there's a helluvathing. Is it good? Hm. Ah i don't think the boys'll go for that though. Is it like teriyaki? (I reply that it's not not like teriyaki but it's more like a nugget of smoked salmon that rolled into your pancake syrup.) Oh the boys'll go for salmon bacon no sweat. For sure. Why's the cold case so dark? Oh, they've shut for the night. Yeah yeah we should have come earlier maybe someone- oh here's the man, let's ask him. (No, they didn't sell well enough, they don't carry them anymore.) Oh that's the story we got at costco, too. I guess people just don't know what to do with themselves anymore. (The market down in (next city down the freeway) ought to have it. Maybe that safeway store too.) Naw, we're not going down there tonight, we'll just have to live with it. Well, there's drumsticks with skin on - ah, that's the fancy nice stuff, no sense in throwing that in a deep fryer...

4b) after this i encountered them again by the eggs, where the shorter of the two jokingly asked the woman with two kids and a very full cart if he could take the two packs of frozen breakfast links off their hands, and when she gave him the most 'i can't have heard that right' face the taller guy wheeled the cart around, clapped his hand on his buddy's shoulder, and said heartily "yeah that joke didn't land well at costco either!" before moving on towards the bakery department.

5) i inadvertently box out this poor guy around like three corners and one and a half aisles because i am not used to this layout and i can"t find the fucking laundry detergent and once i realize it is the same guy been behind me for way too long i dodge to the side and say "oh, i'm so sorry, i keep zigging in front of you." He laughs and says "no problem, basketball is a hard habit to break!" About 30 seconds later he appears abruptly behind a stand display thing, goes 'oop- oh, see, i got you this time!"

6) cluster of teenagers are standing in front of the big fall sale display. "Why is everything fall gotta be pumpkin spice. It's like turning into basic bitch season." His two friends snap with similar language "because it's fucking delicious, BRYAN." (Presumably) Bryan does the full body teenage eyeroll and says "okay, whatever can we just go find the fu...(eyeroll finished, he ends up locking eyes with me)...dge..." Having decided to lean in to the bizarreness of this trip, apparently, i say "i'm pretty fuckin' sure it's in the fuckin' bakery aisle." Cue cackling pandemonium. I add "the count chocula cereals are actually over in bakery, though, i passed them earlier."

7) i am in the rice aisle. There is a multitude of rice. There is no goddamn wild rice. There is 'countrywild' rice which contains no actual wild rice and wild rice mixes, all of which contain herbs not of my choosing and a buttload of salt and brown rice for fuck knows why and one of which contains fucking quinoa, for fuck's sake. This is a travesty and i am wounded beyond measure.

7b) someone laughs behind me, says "oh i'm sorry i don't mean to make fun ì just was not expecting a soliloquy in the rice and ethnic foods aisle."

7c) ...i have apparently said all that out loud, with my actual voice. Great. That's great. I retreat out of the rice aisle and text my mom to whine about the rice.

7d) fucking quinoa. Quinoa. WHY. WHY.

8) hours later after coming home and unpacking groceries and writing up this post i am still cranky about the lack of wild rice because i have perfect fucking asparagus and bay scallops and sweet corn and hatch chiles and i could be making a perfect fucking dinner but i am missing the fucking rice and yes okay i have calrose but it is not the same.

#earlier today i threw the wire dog crates in the metals recycling bin #and the last and biggest one i hauled out hefted overhead walked to the bin and hup-yote it up and in #(the bin is taller than my head and stuffed overfull in places so i had to get it to land flat and slide backwards)#and from behind me i hear “well goddamn i was gonna offer to help you with that but now i wish you'd'a helped *me* unload”#i turn and there is a crusty old carpentery type dude behind me. he shrugs and says “have a good day now” and leaves #that was this morning i guess it should've been a hint of things to come #but seriously the countrywild rice is brown rice red rice and black rice #why is it named -wild if there is no WILD FUCKING RICE IN IT

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Golden Eye's

Chapter 3

“What have I told you about drinking in here!”

With a deep sigh, Alder finished his long sip of vodka and put the cap back on his flask. He got up from his seat on the break room sofa and stood to face his colleague. Short red afro complimented by dark skin and light makeup Ada Keita, the supervisor for the section of the lab he worked in, currently glaring at him with almost murderous intent.

“You're supposed to be testing with the subjects!”

With another sigh Alder stepped up and towered over her 5’6 with his own 6’2.

“You can relax Mrs. Keita, there was an incident in my block and I was excused until the health and safety of myself and the specimens could be guaranteed” Was his reply with a bright smile to compliment it.

She shuddered at the sight of his smile. Anyone who didnt know him wouldn’t see any malicious intent, but she knew him so she did. Luckily a beep from his phone drew his attention away from her poorly hidden discomfort.

“Well that's my cue, I’ll bring you my report later Mrs. Keita” He punctuated his sentence with another long swig of his flask. As he made his exit.

Making his way down the hall, he could barely contain the excitement building within him with every step he took. Before the Bat attacked the Lupus, he had gotten a good look at the files of her specimen. 6 in total and 1 apprentice there for a close-up observation. A Golden Bat, the twin white mice, a koala bear, a greenish gecko, and the Nighthawk. His favorite little Nighthawk.

There used to be another one, a feline, but it was too small and frail and its deformity didn’t help its case. A minor spine deformity caused a permanent hunch in its posture that made moving around a visible and amusing struggle for it and it was put down a few years after. Fault could be partially put on the doctor who made it, but in the end it couldn’t adapt, so it died. That’s just the way things work in the real world. Maybe that's why he likes this Eagle so much.

This one was always changing, always adapting to the environment. It was entertaining watching it overcome every challenge that came its way, but he just couldn’t see why it bothered. Despite how wellmade it was compared to the other ones, its lifespan wasn't a guarantee. Even if it survived the tests, there was no promise that the Lupi wouldn’t kill it for fun, that the guards wouldn’t pull their triggers, that they wouldn’t just drop dead.

Alder’s internal monologue was cut short by the familiar door. With a smile breaking through the neutral expression he’d tried to maintain, he swiped his card and proceeded into the room for a second time. Shuffling was the first noise he’d heard upon entering, watching the creatures in the Six steel cages only widened his already present smile. After making his selection he crouched down and unlocked the door to one of the cages, and he was almost immediately lunged at. One of the mice had attempted to break free of its bonds and attack. Unfortunately for it, he had handled this exact situation more times than he can be bothered to remember, and a quick syringe to its leg was enough to pacify it.

“Lesson number one, you hesitate you die” he’d finally turned to address the final occupant of the room, who was cowering in the corner.

A pale and pinkish toned boy with pale vitiligo spots, light brown hair, and fern green eyes. His nametag read Caleb. He had his hands over his head and was quaking like a leaf in a hurricane. With a shake of the doctor's head, long brown hair waving over his shoulders, he checked the pulse of the mouse he had shot down. He rarely messed up sedative injections but he couldn't be too careful with his favorite play things.

“Grab the Bat, I’ll Grab the other Mouse and we'll begin the first round of pre-checks.”

“D-” The doctor turned and raised a thin brow at the frightened boy “Do I have to?”

A malicious smile graced the doctors face yet again, “No, by all means Caleb show these things some compassion” He stepped closer, towering over him “Just remember that I’ll thoroughly enjoy myself when you're strapped down, tested to your genetic limitations, and disposed just like the rest of them” His tone was so cheerful that chills raced down the boys spine. “The weak minded don’t survive around here, you should be grateful that your aptitude test deemed you capable of stem work down here Caleb, Are these things really worth your chance at a better life?” A vigorous head shake from the boy was the only answer he needed “Good! Now that that's settled, be a dear and grab the Bat.”

With a tremble in his gait Caleb began to examine the cages for the one labeled "Brown Fruit-Eating Bat", He finally stopped in front of the tightly restrained bat. He stared at it for a long moment. For every animal feature, he saw a human one, he didn't want to do this. But he was out of options, he wasn’t ready to die. A nudge on his hand revealed a tranquilizer gun being offered to him. With a deep breath he began to approach the cage, carefully reaching out towards the door. Red eyes bore deep into him, sh- it didn’t want this, neither did he, but he knew the truth. In this world you either adapt or die. And with that final thought he tightened his grip on his gun and pulled the trigger.

#Winged People #Bird People #A.Jinn #Sci Fi #Creature #Golden Eyes

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Barbatos tracks each moniter from behind the glass, but there've been no changes since last night. Low heart rate, low blood pressure, but with no more visible blood the doctors couldn't do much until the lords' finally woke up- or took a turn for the worse. The monotony of beeps was broken in the early afternoon by screaming and banging down the hall.

"LET US THROUGH, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM-"

"Sir please that wing has a limit for visitors-"

Barbatos follows the noise and rounds the corner to see Mammon yelling at the nurses behind the desk. To their credit they weren't outright cowering, even in the presences of Mammon's demon form. Before Mammon could lash out again, Barbatos beckoned to him and MC. "On Lord Diavolo's authority, let them pass. Only one of us will enter the room itself."

Mammon doesn't wait for approval, grabbing MC by the wrist and pulling them as he sprints after Barbatos down the hall. He stalls for a moment at the door, looking back at MC.

"You should go in first, I'll wait for you out here."

Mammon nods and chokes out a husky "thank you" before detransforming and running into the decontamination room. Barbatos goes back to his spot near the window and MC joins him in silence. They watch Mammon run between the hospital beds, checking the clip boards and vital monitors, his words to each brother lost to the thick glass between them.

"How bad is it?" MC breaks the silence first, voice steady but lower than normal. They don't bother looking at Barbatos, instead keeping track of Mammon's movements.

"It's hard to say," Barbatos' calm demeanor sounds callous, given where they were, but that was nothing new. It matched MC's. "The doctors weren't able to identify what caused it, but the working theory is that they were poisoned."

"It's a gift that you and Lord Diavolo decided to drop in unexpectedly. With Mammon and I gone for the weekend, who knows what state we would have found them in."

"Probably much worse. Most likely dead." MC only humms in response, pausing to give Mammon an encouraging wave when he turns to look at them. Mammon waves back and goes back to saying something to Asmo, pushing his brother's hair back and securing it with one of Asmo's favorite hair pins.

"You know MC, it's actually very hard to poison a demon." Barbatos keeps watching MC's expression from the corner of his eye, but they continue to face forward. "There are only a handful of naturally exsisting toxins across the 3 realms, and they're heavily regulated in the Devildom."

"Huh, really? Solomon seems to have no trouble knocking us all out with his talent in the kitchen." MC laughs under their breath, quickly trying to cover it up with a cough. "Well, since they got sick at home I'll clean the entire house tonight so it's ready for them when they wake up. I'll send Mammon to town for new groceries and such so he won't be exposed to the same thing."

"Allow me to help; it's a big house and I can delegate tasks to the Little D's in my absence."

"Oh no no," MC shook their head, and waved him off dismissively. " I wouldn't want to risk you getting sick too. Lord Diavolo must be over his head with paper work since Queen Rose is coming soon. You should stick to your duties and help him instead, we'll make do."

"If you insist. I'll stop by tomorrow to inspect the house myself, can't have them falling sick again, now can we?"

"No, we can not." MC draws out each word, tone falling flat again. They stand in silence for another moment before Barbatos steps back from the glass and straightens his jacket.

"I need to go for now, but I'll stay in contact with the hospital. You should send condolensences to Lord Diavolo, he was almost inconsolable when we first found the brothers."

"Cool, I will."

"Oh, and MC?" MC finally looks back to see Barbatos glaring at them, eyes glowing, and with his lip pulled back just enough to flash his fangs.

"Don't do it again."

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me mc

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teammaxvolume · 1 year

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04 for Gamma?

A Memory That Gamma Cherishes

"Hey, you're still coming, right?"

The message on Gamma's phone sits unopened. Oh, Gamma read it, they just don't know how to answer. The question has been on their mind all morning, and time to make a decision has been running out.

"Should I go?"

There's so much that could go wrong. There could be a smaller crowd than anticipated. There could be some hateful people or pokemon, and they wouldn't be able to keep their temper in check. There could be cops there.

There could be an attack.

Gamma grabs their phone and begins to type, careful not to drag their fingers across the broken glass screen if possible. Don't need shards stuck in their thumb.

"idk"

Gamma takes a deep breath. They knew he'd reply sooner than later, might as well brace to explain themself. Sure enough, the familiar, "ding!" noise echoed in their ears, and they lifted up their phone once more.

"Cmon Gamma. Youve wanted to go to this for years. Whats the holdup??"

"Don't make fun of me for it."

"I would never" Gamma knew that was bullshit, but they were going to give him a pass this time.

"I'm scared something's gonna happen if I go. U know how people can be around here"

Oh the dreaded gray dots, signal of a message being written. The anxiety grows worse and worse every minute that passes.

"u cant be afraid to live ur life, thats how they win. thought u hated losing?"

Oh Rex really knew which buttons to push.

"This isn't the same thing as a fight in the ring."

"I know. It's more important than that, and u damn sure know that too.

We'll be walking past ur place on the way there. Lmk if u wanna come or not."

.....

Gamma stares out at the gathering crowd of people and pokemon. Seems like they didn't overestimate the number of attendees, but it's still a little overwhelming to see them all in real life. A human with a vest that says, "Volunteer," shouts instructions through a megaphone, and the crowd complies with their requests.

Gamma feels a little underdressed compared to everyone around them. There's people with glitter and makeup on their faces, flags being worn as capes, even people in full drag attire. Gamma can't help but feel a bit jealous, seeing someone with a large nonbinary flag draped over their shoulders. They want a nonbinary flag..

"You're not getting cold feet, are you Gam-Gam?" Beetle calls, the teasing nickname earning a groan from Gamma. The little Marshtomp Scolipede chuckles at their visible cringe, but a playful slap to the back of the head stops them midway. The offender, a Granbull with piercings, steps past them and puts a reassuring paw on Gamma's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"I'm nervous, Rex." Gamma replies honestly.

"We're here with you." Rex says softly, as if trying not to be heard.

"Don't tell me that two of the underground's fiercest fighters are having a moment?" A high pitched voice teases, interrupting the duo. A Morgrem, perched on a Pangoro's shoulder, winks at Gamma. "You never know who might be listening, you could end up being the latest gossip!"

"You wouldn't, Roxie." Rex says. It's not a question, it's stated as a fact.

"Probably not. But Jess would!" Roxie exclaims, gently nudging the Pangoro's head, earning a laugh from Beetle and a quieter laugh from Gamma.

Jess, ignoring the tease from Roxie, fist pumps in Gamma's direction. "Seriously Gamma, you're gonna have a good time! There was sidewalk chalk last year, I know you'd go ham drawing a mural on the ground!" They enthusiastically encourage. Sidewalk chalk... not their typical medium, but Gamma makes a mental note to keep an eye out for it.

"You know, I could've painted your claws for the event," Roxie says, looking Gamma up and down. "I might have some in my bag, we could try to apply a quick coat once the parade is over."

"She painted mine pink!" Jess says, proudly showing off their claws to the group. Gamma stares at them admiringly. That specific shade of pink was a little too light for their taste, but...

"The parade's gonna start here soon," Beetle pipes in, excitedly hopping from one foot to another. "You'd better be ready for all the free mom hugs you're gonna get, Gamma!"

Gamma rolls their eyes, but honestly? Some hugs from moms didn't sound too terrible. Maybe they'd stop for one or two.

---

After the trek, which included horns from passing by cars honking at them, dirty looks from a few in the parade's path, and three stops for a hug from a kindly mother; the crowd finally dispersed at an open park. The festivities weren't over yet though, as merchants set up booths to sell their wares, food trucks lined up along the entrance, and performances were held on a large stage. The group set out a large blanket on the grass, a good distance away from the stage, but not too far as to not be able to see it.

"Just gimme like, ten minutes," Beetle said, breaking off from the group. "I wanna go talk to a Pokemon I recognized."

"In the meantime," Roxie dug through her bag for a moment before pulling out a small pouch, unzipping it and pouring the contents out onto the group's picnic blanket. "You. Need. Some. Polish!" She exclaimed, clapping with each word and singsonging the last.

"It's gotta be the hot pink," Jess suggested, holding a bottle of nail polish up to Gamma's right claw. "It screams, 'I'M VENOMOUS!'"

Gamma took in the variety of nail polish colors spread out along the blanket before agreeing that the hot pink probably was the best color for them. "This shouldn't take too long, should it?" They asked, unfamiliar with the actual process. Well, they knew the basic gist of it, but since they'd never done it before, they didn't really have a clue how long it would take.

"Just don't move around too much," Roxie says as she begins to paint, ignoring Gamma's question. Jess watches with reverent fascination, and Rex just watches the three in amusement.

"You know Gamma, I bet you'll really keep your word now." Rex says offhandedly. Gamma looks at him with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Rex gestures at Gamma's claws. "Every promise you make now is going to be a pink-y promise!" He chuckles at his own joke as the others groan.

"You're the worst." Gamma says teasingly.

"Not my fault if you don't got a sense of humor." Rex says with a shrug.

Gamma laughs and closes their eyes, feeling the cool end of summer breeze on their face. Just taking it all in. The smell of the belgian waffles being cooked in a truck nearby, the music being played on stage as a performer danced. Not gonna lie, this was nice.

"Got you something."

Beetle's voice brought Gamma out of their momentary meditation, and glanced suspiciously at the bag they had in their hands.

"Yeah? What for?" Gamma asks, trying to get a better look at the inside of the bag.

Beetle shrugs and grins, fangs fully exposed. "Your first pride. Want me to open it, since your hands are kinda..." They gesture at Gamma's claws, and receive a nod in return. Gamma braces for what kind of terrible gag gift Beetle certainly picked up. Probably a shirt with a cheesy slogan on the front, or even a hat.

Imagine Gamma's surprise when Beetle pulls out two folded up flags, one bisexual and the other nonbinary.

"I saw you staring at them with this look on your face like, 'I WANT ONE SO BAD,' so I thought I'd go grab one from a booth. Except then I didn't know which one you wanted, so I got them both. Who says you can't wear two capes huh, I'll fight em." Beetle says as they walk behind Gamma and begin to wrap the flags around their shoulders.

"Beetle..." Gamma says in awe. They were genuinely expecting something awful, but this was.... really sweet. Beetle was usually a bit of a jokester.

"Done." Beetle says, stepping back.

"Thank you. What do I owe you for these?"

Beetle makes an offended sounding noise, and exclaims, "Nothing! It's a gift, dumbass! Just don't say I never did anything for ya!"

Gamma laughs, and takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of the pride, "capes," on their back. It felt... nice. To be open about it, to be known. It's hard to explain, but Gamma felt a sense of pride and joy wearing these. Maybe they'd incorporate them into their next match entrance.

"And guess who found where the sidewalk chalk is? They have it near the kids corner!" Beetle exclaimed, pointing in its direction. "Might wanna hurry before the entire sidewalk's colored over!"

Gamma snaps to attention and sits up straight, looking towards the kids corner. They look down at their claws, now fully covered in nail polish, and decide they're good enough. They hop up and begin to race towards the sidewalk, Beetle close behind.

"Wait!" Roxie calls out, "Your claws aren't dry yet!!"

---

That day, Gamma leaves with some messy nails, a new mural picture on their phone, and two new flags to wear proudly as they step into the ring.

#gamma #mod cinna #writing #past events #i havent written anything proper in a hot minute!! sorry if its not the highest quality #rex the granbull #roxie the morgrem #jess the pangoro #beetle the marshipede

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 8

I'll try and post the next tomorrow, not keep anyone's who is reading in an anticipation.

As usual, hope you all like this part!

They both sat in silence for a while, Y/N soaking up all the information Ben had thrown at her. So she did know a little stuff correctly, still doesn't make up for the fact that she forgot her best friend, but she'll get there eventually. Ben was looking anywhere but her, still she could see him stealing glances at her as if waiting for her to speak. She thought about her response. It's not everyday that some insanely attractive man with a chiseled face, deep chocolate eyes, fluffy hair waiting for fingers to run through them, tells you your life history.

Finally, when the silence started becoming too much, she spoke, "So...Ben, tell me about yourself then?"

He was confused, "I already did...?"

"No, not like that, like maybe some insight on how we met, became friends, stuff about your parents...if you want to of course."

Ben made a noise of recognition, agreeing, "We basically had that family friends kinda friendship. Parents were friends, we were closer in age, so we became friends almost instantly. My mother used to tell me that we both used to stop crying around each other almost instantly. Then we went to the same school, did most of the stuff together, basically inseparable. We were also neighbors, and lived right next door almost all our lives."

"Sounds nice."

"It was...here I also have some pictures on my phone. Was looking at the photo album some days ago, and clicked some of them." He took out his phone and scrolled until he reached those, leaning forward to show her.

"Is that from the first day of school?" She asked, ready to laugh. He nodded. That was her cue to burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. "Aw, look at you, all bubbly and excited to go. What are you even wearing?" She managed between laughs.

"That's not me, that's you." He replied, biting back a smile.

She stopped laughing, eyes wide staring at the photo. Did she really look like that at what, 2-3 years old? She narrowed her eyes, "I don't believe you. This clearly looks like a boy and face matches yours a little bit."

"Believe it or not, it is you. Plus, you were the tomboy kind of girl, still are. You were so angry when your mother tried to dress you up in a frock and refused to go. This was the final negotiation."

Now that sounded like her. She only nodded in acknowledgment, not so shocked as before.

He moved to a picture of them on a trip, near a sunset, both of them looking about 9-10 years old.

"Oh I remember this, you tried to play that prank on me and disappeared, and then you actually got lost. It was hilarious when we were not worrying about you."

"Hey I thought an animal was going to attack me, turns out that was you. It's scary when you are standing there defenseless...it was fu- wait what? What did you say?"

Y/N froze, realizing what she had said. "I don't know, it...it just popped up, just what I remembered after seeing that photo."

Ben's eyes were glimmering with hope, it wasn't much but it was a start. She had already started getting some snippets back. They just had to work on pulling those little things out, step by step. He wouldn't rush into anything, he assured himself. Baby steps Ben, baby steps.

His smile reaching his eyes, he replied perplexed, "That's-that's great, you're already getting some stuff back. It's a start. But don't worry, you don't have to pressure yourself over this, we'll get through this, patiently and I will be with you at every step," he assured her, taking her hand in his and rubbing soft circles on her skin with this thumb, which flooded her with relief and calm.

"Yeah-yeah thanks for that."

He just smiled and swiped on to another photo.

Y/N visibly relaxed, she didn't know what to do with her sudden drop of memory. She thought that it would cause him to expect her to remember everything at once. Or maybe, try to force her into remembering the details. She was about to have an anxiety attack, but suddenly felt a hand taking hers and feeling someone's-Ben's finger-or thumb, rubbing soft circles at her skin and instantly felt better, anxiety fading away at the speed of sound. It was soothing, exactly what she needed and was glad that he didn't let go of her hand when they moved on to other pictures. It was like their hands fit and the warmth of his hand was just the cherry on top of extra whipped cream she required.

"Is that...where is that from?"

"Looks like prom, wait I'll check...yep, it's prom. We...went together."

She took in her appearance in that photo. There was no doubt she looked beautiful, wearing a baby blue dress that clung to her body nicely and was flown at the end. To compliment it even more, there was a little black bow-tie type thing at the waist, which just bought out the shade of her dress even more. She wasn't overly fond of dresses, but dressing up sometimes could maybe, just maybe, decrease her dislike. Specifically when her eyes landed on her date, it was confirmed.

The man beside her wore a white dress shirt, black pants a black tuxedo coat, complete with a bow-tie, color matching hers. His hair was styled back, probably with gel. Though she did prefer them a little messed up as they were right now, she did not definitely mind this. Isn't it too soon for a preference anyways? Both of them had arms around each other, laughing.

Though if you look closely, you can see hints of adoration behind both of their eyes, but it could be wrong. They were gazing at each other's eyes anyways, it was a little hard to find some traces of adoration. Maybe they went as friends, this disappointed her a little bit but she decided now to dwell on that. Ben's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"It was fun, we danced. You looked stunning that day, not that you don't usually- but...well I hope you get my point. There were guys hitting on you, even though they knew you were my date. I was just glad you didn't ditch me for that one guy who you had a big crush on...what was his name? Ah right, James."

She laughed at that, "I'm sure there were girls batting their eye lashes at you, trying to steal you away from me. Especially when you looked like that. I am certain I must have been glad that you didn't ditch me for any of them."

His eyes stared into her, unnaturally soft, afraid he would break her with his eyes, "I'll never ditch you, not for anyone, ever...maybe for food someday, but I'm sure I will come back at the end of the day."

She just kept looking back, almost gazing into his soul, before he suddenly broke the stare and moved on to the next picture. It looked somewhat like a movie theater, outside of it more likely. She noticed the presence of someone else in that photo, he looked familiar, but she couldn't exactly pin-point it and so questioned him about it.

"Oh him? You don't remember?...sorry, sorry about that. It slipped out. He's a friend of ours, we met him in middle school, stuck together ever since. His name's Sebastian. Sebastian Stan. I'm sure you know him."

She was astonished. She had been friends with Sebastian-freaking-Stan since middle school!? How can she forget this!? Oh shit. Her internal fangirl was coming out. "Sugar. Plum. Fairies. Are you serious? Please don't tell me you are kidding," she was almost jumping up and down on her seat.

Ben refrained from the urge to say, "I'm always Sirius." He enjoyed being the fan cast for young Sirius Black, even though he kind of felt he was a little old to play that part now. He really wanted to make that pun. He was also sure if his love had her memories, she would have surely made that pun right now. Instead he said, "Yes, I'm not kidding. We met in middle school, he was a new student and you two were assigned as project partners. That's where we three became friends."

Y/N was internally freaking out but her face wasn't showing that. Maybe that's why she was an actor. Ben let her have a internal let-me-scream session, choosing not to comment. It happened a lot anyway. He loved the fact that she got excited about small things, never needing an over-the-top reason to be happy. She appreciated the little things life threw at her most of the time, unless she's grumpy. He just wished he could kiss her right now, her excited face surely not helping in keeping that urge inside. But he remembered the situation, his current boundaries and averted his eyes from hers.

He swiped on to the next one, "And that's graduation."

Y/N scanned that picture. She was wearing a jeans and kurta kind of thing, making it almost look like a dress. She internally laughed at that. Didn't even wear a dress to graduation. The black coat is clearly visible, but clearly no graduation cap. She was standing with Ben and Sebastian, the trio making a ridiculous pose at the camera, with their tongues out, while holding their diplomas. She merely hummed in acknowledgment and he moved on to the next one.

They always clicked goofy pictures to remember moments. Ben had also got them a shared Polaroid camera, which was filled with photos of them and the people they loved. Whenever they were physically away from each other, they carried those polaroids, and drifted back to the time, leading them to have a prompt and peaceful sleep.

The photo which popped up was also from graduation, just their mother's were kissing them on the cheek. She could see her mother was not happy but faked to look like it. There may be some traces of happiness over her daughter graduating, but she did not notice that. She was standing in the middle, while Sebastian was on her left and Ben on the right. They all looked so wonderfully happy and proud in that picture, their mother's sharing the same look, almost believing her mother's was real. Maybe it was, maybe not. She couldn't stop a smile from creeping up on her own face. "We all look so carefree and happy, guess we got good grades and all in the last year. Is that- uhm...is that my mother?"

He nodded.

"These are all I have got for now," he mused after quickly swiping back and forth at the next photo. She got a glimpse and it was something white. Y/N felt a little suspicious at the speed at which he swiped, thinking he didn't want her to see them, but choosing not to point it out. It must be something private. She didn't know he was lying and there were actually almost twenty more photos on his phone.

But those were all of their wedding day and he felt he shouldn't show them to her just yet. He very much wanted to, but it didn't feel quite fair just like that. Ben wanted to tell her and then show her those, just hoped he didn't have to...hoping for her to remember. Plus, he did not want to overwhelm her with all the information at once.

Ben voiced the question stuck back in his head ever since they started talking, "So...do you remember anything from the time you were gone? I mean in those 2 months?"

She shrugged, "Nope, I just remembered waking up at a hospital and also a mysterious man. I guess that was you. And then I remembered them telling me the information I told you and after healing they sent me on my way."

"Oh right...those injuries. They're all right now?"

"Yeah...yeah they're fine. Completely healed." She replied with an awkward chuckle. "Do you want anything to eat? It's almost lunch time."

"I'll have whatever you're making," his attention back on his phone.

Y/N nodded and went into the kitchen to prepare some pasta. While doing her task, she noticed the sudden awkwardness caused after seeing those photos and decided to question him about it...but after food.

After finishing their meals and talking a bit here and there, they were having some brownies Y/N picked for dessert. She decided it's probably the best time to ask.

"Ben," he looked up, "I'm kind of having...this weird feeling, that you're hiding something from me. Like whatever you told me wasn't the whole truth."

He drew in a deep breath, contemplating his options. If he may lose her now, better be to the whole truth. There was also a chance he may not lose her at all. Finally deciding on telling her, he prepared himself for everything mentally and spoke in such a low voice that if there hadn't been any silence in the apartment, Y/N would have surely missed it, "We...we were in a relationship. Kind of, well not kind of. You see...we uh, we were-are, married."

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