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k9catastrophe · 24 days

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A BIG list of entirely free games therians and alterhumans can get !!! This isn't like an ad for them or anything, but when i was younger i never really had games that fit my theriotypes :( so why not start now!! this is in no real order.

These are all games where you play AS the animal, most of them being semirealistic? They're all free, so they aren't super realistic sorry!!! These are all also games i find on my tablet, so im not sure if they're available on pc!!

Wildcraft: As of today, Wildcraft updates every once and awhile, usually for the Wildpass thing they do almost weekly[? i took a large break from this game, forgive me if im misremembering.] Wildcraft was made by Turbo Rocket Games in early 2018. The multiplayer servers arent as active as they used to be, but it's still fun to play with friends sometimes!! I usually play in singleplayer though!! (Also, there is a settings option to make it first person, and one to hide the buttons!)

Playable Animals: Right now there are 12 land animals: Wolf [Default], Fox [Common], Lynx, Bear, Lion [Rares], Cheetah, Horse, Eagle, Crocodile, Tiger, Gorilla, and Kangaroo! [Ledgendaries], all of which are obtainable through the chests!! There are also 9 transformations [which are more difficult to get !!]: Raccoon, Deer, Hippo, Giraffe, Gazelle, Hyena, Rhino, Parrot, and Snake! There are also 5 Sea creatures: Dolphin [default], Stingray [Rare], Shark, Seal, and Sea turtle! You can have up to eight family members for every animal, who are also customizable! [not including transformations]

Customizability: There are TONS of skins and accessories for every animal, and you can adjust the size of their body parts, making your character entirely customizable! There are also LOTS of pets!

I give it a solid 10/10!! I've loved this game since it came out!! Me and my brother @whisperrdrrop [hii] played it like the year it came out!! I highly recommend playing this one ! >w< The community also has tons of fun creepypastas, and though the only real one is 'Niddhogg,' it's super fun to just learn about them!

Wolf Tales (Home & Heart (IT MIGHT BE 'WILD ANIMAL SIM' NOW IDK)): (The icon may have changed, my ipad doesn't update icons very much!!!) As of Today, Wolf Tales has basically stopped updating from what i can see. However this doesn't take away from the fun of it!! The game was created around 2020 by Foxie Ventures. Servers are multiplayer by default, but there is a singleplayer option!

Playable Animals: There are currently only 5 animals: Wolf, Fox, Bear, Wild/Big cat, and Dragon! All are unlocked by playing through the quests, though you can use moonstones (ingame 'rare' currency) to auto-buy most of them! Your families/packs are grown through opening chests and breeding!

Customizability: There are quite a few skins for every animal, ranging in rarity. you can obtain skins through buying the 'summoning' of the animal you'd like with moonstones and getting a random skin, or buying one directly. Skins are also not changeable! Let's say you're a grey wolf, and you get the sand wolf skin. You would have to enter your den and find that skin, and switch into that one, meaning it could have a different level! There are also LOTS of pets, though i do not remember how to get them. The only way to change your character is through changing limb sizes, there are no accessories!!

I give it a nice little 9/10, as much as i love this game i don't play it too often, but it really is fun! I think i got this game when it came out, and it was really fun watching the game and the community grow and change!! When i joined, not every player had a jump button, and there was this cool feature called 'Clans' (replaced by the player clans, sadly :() where there were 5 packs that you had to either defeat the alpha of or become besties with, and you'd get a packmate of any rarity from them daily!! My bestie pack was called 'the moonrise pack' and the #1 public enemy was 'The tooth pack' or something. I definitely recommend it :3!!

Ultimate Wolf/Fox/Forest/Savanna/Dinosaur/Cat/Shark/Bird/Jungle Simulator: they made a LOT of these games. These are only the ones that are free on my tablet, but im also seeing 'ocean,' 'dog,' 'arctic,' and 'lion' simulators for a dollar, you'd have to check and see if those are free. I'm mostly focusing on the WOLF simulator here, because i do NOT want to download all of those games. There is no multiplayer option for any of them. All made by gluten free games, no idea the release dates.

Playable Animals: The animals depend on which game you get. I know forest has bears, Savanna has cheetahs, Dinosaur has T-rex, triceratops, and ankylosaurus, bird has parrots and eagles, and jungle has tigers, but these are definitely not every animal !!

Customizability: you unlock a skin for every few levels, and you can tint them, but that's about it. For every game. There's like... 8-15 for most?

I give it a 7/10. As much as i do really, really love this game and all the memories playing it, it's really not the most entertaining game out there. If you're really bored and have nothing to do, sure, go wild with it!!

Dog Sim: I just got this game and it's so silly !! Made by Turbo Rocket Games in 2016, the multiplayer servers are surprisingly still decently active! Obviously it doesn't update anymore.

Playable Animals: The only animals in these are: (you guessed it) dogs. There's a single skin that... might? be a wolf, and there's two robo dog skins. There's a total of 38 skins!

Customizability: The only thing you can customize is your breed, sorry!

Other than that, theres a LOT to play with! With 5 bosses, 25 enemy/prey creatures, 1 map, 1 den, a max level of 200, a maximum family size of 4, 20 achievements, and 30 quests, there's plenty to do!

I give it a nice 8/10, the only points taken being because the game itself isnt the highest quality, and the models arent all 10/10, but it's still a really silly game! I do recommend it :)

Cat simulator - animal life: created in 2019 by Pocket Games entertainment, i think this one is pretty cute! With active multiplayer servers!!

Playable Animals: Just kitties! silly little kitties on big adventures!!

Customizability: Lots of cute skins and accessories!!!

There are tons of quests, camp upgrades, and more included in this!!

I didn't play this one for too long, but there are some pvp servers aswell. Overall really cute game, not too buggy/laggy! 10/10 :3

Wild Cougar Sim (3D): Another game made by Turbo Rocket games before their big success that was Wildcraft, Cougar Sim was created in 2015 (I think? I'm only finding the youtube trailer, dont be afraid to correct me.) I'm not seeing an option for multiplayer unfortunately :(!

Playable Animals: Yeah, It's just Cougars! What did you expect?

Customizability: With eight skins (Must be purchased with ingame currency), 9 coat marking options (Almost like tattoos!) including a Shark, Wolf, Lizard, Scorpion, Butterfly and Bird (Phoenix?), and options to change body/limb sizes, there's actually really good customization here!

With 3 unlockable family members, 30 quests, 20 achievements, 18 enemy/prey creatures, 4 biomes, and 8 dens, there is plenty to keep yourself busy with here! That accompanied by the fact that this isn't even a bad looking game, i honestly give it a nice 10/10! Very cute game, not much lag, pretty good in terms of realism, it's pretty cool!! :)

Dragon Sim Online: Yet another game made by Turbo Rocket in 2016, i quite like this one! With semi-active multiplayer servers!!

Playable Animals: Quite a few different types of Dragons, varying in element, colour, and breeds!

Customizability: With 4 elements, 46 (VERY pretty) skins, and limb/body adjustment sliders, you can customize your dragon pretty well!

Similar to both Cougar Sim and Dog Sim, Dragon Sim has plenty to offer: 30 quests, 20 achievements, 27 enemy/prey creatures, 3 bosses, 6 islands and 4[?] dens, there's plenty there to keep you busy! another 10/10 from me :)

this list is incomplete !! I'm still working on this, im just having trouble finding games !! If you find any free games like these, send me an ask with some info on it!!

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zepskies · 1 year

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Series Masterlist - Break Me Down

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: For those of you who enjoyed “Checkerboard,” here’s the requested prequel series! It’s gonna be a long road to get to that version of Soldier Boy. Technically this is an AU set post-season 3.

Series Tags/Warnings: **Rated M. (18+ only.) Enemies to frenemies to lovers. Angsty, messy, moral quandaries galore. This is a romance, but it’s a dark world with morally gray and dark characters, including Soldier Boy, of course. **Smut, language, misogyny, violence, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The BMD Playlist

Chapters:

Prologue

Part 1 - The Game Begins

Part 2 - You Move Me, Baby

Part 3 - Somewhere Down Below

Part 4 - On the Inside Out

Part 5 - Morning, Night & Day

Part 6 - A Hot Meal

Part 7 - Until Midnight

Part 8 - Something in the Way

Part 9 - Breach

Part 10 - Caught in the Balance

Part 11 - The Lion's Den

Part 12 - All Your Wicked Ways

Part 13 - A Generous Deal

Part 14 - Safe House

Part 15 - The Tower

Part 16 - Soldier Boy

Part 17 - More Than Words Can Say

Epilogue - All My Living Time

Series Complete!

Did you like this series? If you'd like to keep supporting me as I continue the BMD-verse, here's a way to keep me caffeinated:

Ko-Fi Me ☕

Read More In the BMD-Verse

Not done reading this version of Soldier Boy x Reader? Well, there's more to their story.

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

One-Shots:

In the Dark You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

Love Actually** Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 - Complete

Wake Me Up** [MINI SERIES] - COMING MAY 5/03! A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Imagines:

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game.

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you.

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a “twist” ending…

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to “Ben loses you.”]

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infinitywrites · 8 months

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I Didn't Expect You Part 4 ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 3) (Masterlist) (Part 5)

gif credit @laurens-german

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is both POST S2 and a retelling of S2 with changes, everyone swears A LOT, 4th of July party, ANGST between Jeremiah/Conrad, ANGST between Conrad/Y/N, Nicole (sorry to this Queen), Conrad's friend Danny (made him into my own thing), hints of Belly/Jeremiah, I don't know shit about sports

word count: 4,141

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I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I'm perceived

I only have two real friends

'Cause I love people I don't like

All I did was try my best

Ego crush is so severe

God, it's brutal out here

Got a broken ego, broken heart

I decided I needed sustenance before heading into the lion's den and popped a bacon wrapped scallop in my mouth. Nicole sidled up next to me in no time, refilling her plate.

"Someone's got game." Her voice was low, unassuming and her eyes were focused on the desserts when I looked at her.

I almost spit out my margarita, "You're kidding, right?"

She giggled, "Nuh uh. I got to watch you in action twice now. Danny was eating out of the palm of your hand and even Cam looked weak."

"OhmiGod, Cam is Belly's ex!"

Nicole shrugged, "Okay, fair but I don't blame you for Danny cause he's definitely been working out." Our eyeline shifted to where he was laughing with Jeremiah and Steven.

"He's at school for a baseball scholarship, of course he works out." Her look of unabashed thirst would never not amuse me.

"Fuck, that's so hot." She looked like she was about to swallow her tongue.

Without another word Nicole walked off in his direction and I smiled as I watched her get her flirt game on and trail her fingers up his bicep. My mind drifted back to the house as I downed the last of my margarita before I headed inside to poke the bear.

He was in the kitchen, drinking from a dark liquor bottle when I walked in. His sullen eyes met mine for a long moment, "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Would you shut the fuck up for like a second?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them as I leaned against the island on my palms. Conrad rolled his eyes and turned his body away from me. That set me off again, "Since when the fuck do you talk so much anyway? My god the stupid fucking shit that flies–"

He put his bottle down, "Since when the fuck so you swear so much?" It was disconcerting how much calmer he was than me. It spurred me on.

"Since you, asshole!" I didn't even realize how angry I was until the words came flying out and the adrenaline spiked higher. "Since you make me so fucking mad I wanna tear my own hair out! And I thought we made progress the other night. How fucking stupid am I?" I took a long breath and felt the heat prickle my cheeks. I should have brought in another frozen margarita.

The look on Conrad's face changed and his voice went soft, "You've never been stupid a day in your life."

"Fuck you, I'm not done!" I wasn't done being pissed at him for trying to ruin a perfectly good day. "Do you even know who asked me to come in after you? Your friend, Danny. Sweet Danny who was genuinely worried that he hurt your feelings, you fucking–"

His eyes narrowed cruelly, "Oh, poor sweet Danny who wrangled an invitation to 4th party just to drool all over you apparently."

"Are you seriously fucking jealous right now?"

Conrad's mouth snapped shut as his eyes widened in panic for a second and I couldn't have cared less, "I didn't want to steal his attention away from you, Conrad. I was just saying hi…you know, like a nice person."

"Mhm. I'm sure he's got lots of ideas of how you can be nice to him." He took another swig from his bottle.

I couldn't even look at him anymore so I squeezed my eyes shut until I could. "Jesus, I'm not gonna date your friend, okay?!? Not if really you don't want me to."

When I opened my eyes Conrad looked shocked, "What? Seriously?"

It was the last thing I was expecting and I could feel myself start to calm down finally, "I mean, yeah. If it bugs you that much."

I could tell he was thinking about it. "Y/N…"

"Unless it really was the stupid fucking baseball shit." It was the shift in his tone of voice. I couldn't handle it.

Conrad paused, "I mean, he is a fucking liar. It's…" I spluttered a laugh and couldn't even hear his very important correction. "What? It's true." Conrad shrugged miserably and placed his bottle back on the counter.

I thought about Danny's request when I said, "I'm sure it is. I just have no idea what you're talking about."

Conrad rolled his eyes and I sighed.

"How is it I've known you my whole life and I never knew the absolute stats nerd hidden under that 90s heartthrob hair?" The second I walked into that kitchen I could barely believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was cutting myself off from another margarita even though I wanted it.

"You think I'm a 90s heartthrob?" He was leaning on the other side of the island and peering at me quizzically. I thought I could even see the hint of smirk under his misery.

"Ohmigod, that's what you got from that?" My face was screwed up in disbelief. His ego had no bounds.

"Uh, that was definitely the most important part."

"Oh so you're a delusional nerd too?" This was better than sulking Conrad or angry Conrad but only by an inch.

He paused and shrugged like he was shaking off the rest of his sour mood. And then I felt him focus his stare directly at me in a way I'd never experienced. I didn't have to look up at him to know what I'd find. Was this the shameless confidence that Belly always talked about? The silence was bad enough. He always did that; said the thing I least expected or never said anything at all after I did. He'd just wait and look at me, expectantly until I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The silence was never comfortable so I mustered the last bits of my courage and looked him square in the face, "Not everyone is flirting with you, Conrad."

His smile grew for the first time since he thought he was on a winning streak in the pool. The unsettling thing about it was it seemed like he knew something I didn't. Conrad was nodding and considering the statement as he stepped around the island to stand in front of me on the other side.

I gasped softly when his eyes flashed back to mine and muttered, "You sure?" He lingered in the moment and I felt a calloused fingertip graze the back on my hand gripping the island countertop. Just when the static in my brain started the clear and I could breathe again, Conrad leaned into my ear to whisper,

"Or do you save that for Danny now?"

He stayed close but he had to be drunker than I thought and fucking with me again so I took a breath and tried not to take the bait. Maybe it was my turn to say the thing he least expected for once. I didn't want to have to look him in the eye again after that, "I…you know, sometimes I can't tell and it's unintentional. Danny probably did the same thing. He's just a nice guy."

He scoffed and took a step back. "Sure. Not like you'd notice either way."

I looked at him then and shook my head in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Conrad opened his mouth as he stepped closer again but was shocked into place when he heard his brother calling for him from the other room. "Connie!"

He had the decency to look at me apologetically before directing him to the kitchen. When I saw Jeremiah's expression was serious and fixed on Conrad, I used that opportunity to make my exit. I took a few minutes in the bathroom to splash some water on my face and assess the pink hue in my skin as flush or sunburn. It didn't take long before I started to hear raised voices. I debated whether to investigate or leave them to it, if it was even the Fisher brothers at all, but when I thought about how Susannah wouldn't be able to deal with it like she always did, I knew I had to make sure it wouldn't get out of hand.

I caught pieces of the story as I walked back towards the kitchen. Susannah and Adam had been separated for a year now but he'd helped throughout as he should. He helped more than he did when they were together if Conrad was telling the truth. I heard Jeremiah accuse Conrad of scaring Adam away from the party altogether. It was true, Adam Fisher was nowhere to be found for the first time since I could remember. It was strange to think about now when he'd showed up for a few short hours the year before.

Jeremiah's tone was firm. "What gave you the right?"

"Get over it, Jere. They're not even together anymore." In contrast, Conrad sounded like this was the last conversation he wanted to have.

"You think I don't know that?"

"This is Mom's house and her party. You really think she wants him here?"

"I think she wanted him at Thanksgiving and Christmas and when the treatment got really bad in the Spring too. Oh, but that's right you had finals and weren't around much then, moping around after you screwed things up with Belly." My eyes squeezed shut at the dig. This could escalate badly.

"Fuck you, you know I came home every second I could!"

"I was there every day!"

"Okay?! Okay! What do you want, a medal?" I hoped the breath I huffed wasn't audible enough for them to hear.

Jeremiah shook his head out of the corner of my eye, "Did you even ask her? Cause you're right, this is her party and she should have decided. Not you." The footsteps were heavy across the tile as he left and I heard the door slam behind him.

Conrad sighed. "You heard every word of that, didn't you?"

I winced and came out of hiding around the corner to see him leaning heavy on the island like it was the only thing holding him up at this point. His liquor bottle of choice was abandoned by the sink. "I'm sorry...but not every word and I didn't mean to, I swear. I was just in the bathroom."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. Actually it's my fault. As per usual." He didn't move from his spot as his eyes carved holes into the countertop.

"Don't say that." My heart ached for him without my permission. Maybe Conrad fucked up by not inviting Adam or telling him not to show up at all but some of what Jeremiah said was unfair. And it wasn't hard to see that his brother was taking every word to heart no matter what.

"Why not? It's true. It's the only fucking thing I'm good at anymore." He looked up finally, lost.

"Connie, come on."

The words seemed to shock him out of his emotional spiral. His brows raised and while the smile on his face was immediate, it fell just as quick, "I can't remember the last time you called me Connie."

"I think I do, actually." Apparently it was infectious because now I was smiling at a memory I thought I'd lost.

When I looked his way again, he was watching me expectantly with the hint of that same sweet smile on his face. It was the least I could do since he seemed interested in the distraction from his own thoughts.

"There was this girl in my freshman year named Connie and I remember thinking it was hilarious that it was a girl's name. Kinda gross of me, honestly."

"I would say," he interrupted but was still listening.

"Do you wanna hear the story or not?" His hands raised in defeat as he chuckled. "I told Belly I was gonna torture you with it that summer; calling you every famous Connie I could come up with. TV characters and political figures but she got really upset and said you'd be mad so 'please don't'. So I tried to forget about it entirely so I wasn't tempted."

When I looked up again, Conrad was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite figure out so I kept on. "And it must have worked too because I forgot about it until this second."

He nodded slowly, "Does that mean I get to call you Y/N/N again?"

I rolled my eyes at the old nickname and conceded, "I guess it's only fair."

We ended up heading back towards the party and paused to look outside sliding door windows at the view of the patio. He nudged me, "So you've grown to like my name."

I didn't need to look at him to know he was trying to shift his mood before we went back to everyone who was oblivious about what had gone down inside. "Damn, the confidence with which you said that completely inaccurate statement."

"Mm, say it again." He muttered and I shot him a glare so fast I couldn't believe he kept talking. "But softer."

My patience was battling against the need for physical violence but I let it out verbally. "Maybe try therapy if that gives you a nerdgasm." I was gonna get a lot of traction out of this nerd thing.

"Exposure therapy maybe." The mood shift was successful if I could base it on his teasing tone and goofy smile.

"I said I wasn't flirting with you, dummy." I didn't mean to bring it up again since it wasn't that serious but it wasn't the only thing I'd said that I was gonna regret after the fact.

Conrad scrunched his face in disbelief, "That's definitely not what you said. Actually, we decided you wouldn't know if someone was flirting with you. Case in point."

I could barely listen to him anymore and I gestured for him to quit it. "Fine, whatever, I'm saying it now. Not flirting. Can we move on?" I knew he was looking at me then but I refused to do the same.

"No." His response was immediate and I saw him register the shock, like it even surprised him a little that he'd said it.

I didn't have a choice then and could only gape in his direction, eyes struck wide by his stubborn streak.

Conrad turned to me and stepped closer like he'd made a decision. "Even if you weren't, I was. And I want you to know so I'm telling you now, straight up, to your face, so later you can't explain it away or pretend I didn't…flirt with you."

And that's when I realized he did know something I didn't. I was such an idiot. He broke his steady gaze for a second and chuckled, "I didn't mean to at first and then…I don't think I can stop now."

If all that wasn't enough, he wasn't done. "I don't want to." Conrad leant close then and his voice dropped an octave, "I mean, why does he get to when I can't?"

I heard the sliding door shift open and closed but didn't see it from my frozen state, staring at a corner piece of the door frame. I sucked in an unsteady breath and looked up just in time to see him look back at me from the edge of the pool, quickly before he jumped in.

My nerves were shot and despite the cool air inside the house compared to the heavy July sun, my hairline was damp. My mind was blank and racing at the same time; no thought coherent in the slightest so I shut it down completely. No more thinking, not that I could think myself out of this one anyway. I waited until I could breathe normally and wasn't overheating from the inside before I stepped back out to the patio and steered directly to the drinks table for my third frozen margarita.

The rest of the party was fairly uneventful in comparison but still great. No more drunken drama or broken family heirlooms to Belly's great relief. In fact, I found a lot of peace watching her for the rest of the night; giggling with her friends, swimming until her limbs cramped up and flirting with Jeremiah if I could read the signals right. He seemed elated by the development and I let myself be happy for them instead of diving into the complications of that potential. No more thinking.

At one point, I watched Conrad grab Danny's shoulder, both of them nursing their last beers of the night, and mutter something to him that looked serious enough to be an apology. Danny shook his head with a smile and gripped him in a fierce hug. I didn't even realize I was smiling at the sight until Danny's eyes caught mine and he mouthed a grateful 'thank you'. It was so sweet I had to put down my margarita and rethink my life choices. I caught Aunt Laur and Susannah sitting together and seeing it too: Laurel pouted her bottom lip at her friend and Susannah's eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

When the party got to the point of only relying on the patio and pool lights, I distracted myself with the first steps of organized clean up. Steven joined me not long after, saying that he needed an excuse for a quiet task to keep his hands busy. Usually I would have pressed for more information but I was surviving off fumes by that point. Maybe everyone was. Nicole and Danny stopped by to say goodbye and thanked us for a great party. I hugged them both and looked around to realize that it was only the family left after that. Jeremiah and Belly said something about how they'd make up for their clean up crew shift in the morning and were nowhere to be found after that.

Eventually, when Susannah's porcelain serving platter almost slipped from my hands and into pieces on the kitchen floor, Laurel told me I'd done enough and shooed me upstairs. I debated washing the day off before I crashed into bed but worried I'd actually fall asleep under the warm spray. I'd just managed to get into a baggy Cousin's Rowing t-shirt and sleep shorts before I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

It was the creak of the old wooden drawers of Belly's dresser that pulled me out of deep slumber. The room was bright with sunlight shining through the curtains and I had slept right on anyway. I yawned as Belly made a face in my direction and grabbed her crop top.

"I'm sorry! I was just gonna change before I got to the beach. I don't wanna miss the chance on our last day."

"What time is it?" I looked around the room when my phone wasn't on my nightstand like usual. It landed on the end of my bed with a thump.

"After 10. Here. I found it on the kitchen table when I came in last night. Figured I should plug it in for you."

I smiled and saw that it was, indeed, fully charged. "You're sweet."

"The least I could do. You barely left anything for me and Jere to finish up this morning."

"Yeah, I was on a mission." I looked at her smiley face as she pulled her top over her bikini. "So. About you and Jere…"

Belly was never good at hiding things from me and her face screamed guilt even as she tried to shrug it off. "What do you mean?"

"Belly. Come on." She looked at me then, waiting. "You guys hung out all day yesterday and then you left together last night. What's going on there?"

The poor thing looked scared, "You're not mad?"

I rolled my eyes, "Is there something to be mad about? I mean, if you guys like each other…it's not gonna be easy but there are worse things."

"Wow, you should sleep in more often. Oh, don't forget to check the kitchen when you get up. Conrad went out early and got the good muffins."

"Oh, nice. But you're not off the hook about this Jere thing."

She pulled her lip balm out of her pocket and smeared it across her bottom lip. "It's not anything yet. When there's something to tell, I'll let you know."

"You better."

I took a moment to check my phone and saw an unread message from an unknown number. Hey, it's Danny. Jeremiah swore it was cool if he gave me your number so I hope that's okay. It was nice seeing you yesterday. The look on my face must have given me away because Belly was laughing at my expense in almost no time.

"Let me guess. Danny decided to text you after all." She wiggled her brows and giggled.

"Did you know about this?"

"I was there when Jere was trying to convince him. Poor guy actually thought you rejected him because of Conrad." Belly didn't seem to notice if my face reacted to that tidbit. "I told him there wasn't any reason you couldn't come back to Cousin's this summer if you had some good incentive."

She wasn't wrong. It wasn't like I had plans like Steven and Belly. I didn't need to be anywhere until the middle of August. I didn't need to shut everything down before it even started; before giving it a chance to be something to forget about at all. It was a nice thought that was almost immediately ruined by Conrad's look of relief when I told him I'd do the exact opposite. Maybe in a different world where I wasn't leaving for California in five weeks, or if I had any concrete plans of spending more time in Cousin's this summer, I'd feel different. Not to mention that I still didn't have the slightest idea where Conrad's head was at after yesterday and I wasn't sure I even wanted to. The world in which I could be excited about this didn't exist and it was time to make peace with that.

"You know he invited me to his ball game? I can't believe I have to leave before seeing him in those white pants."

"Y/N!" Belly threw her stuffed polar bear, Junior Mint, at my chest and I caught it with a laugh. "I knew you liked him. He got so much hotter this year, I'm a little jealous I didn't get there first."

I gasped dramatically, "I'm telling Jeremiah!"

"I'm kidding…kind of. I mean, I'm definitely leaving but Danny Wilder could inspire a hot girl summer."

"Mm. Period." I looked back at the text and wondered if I should just leave it altogether. My stomach grumbled and it distracted me enough to leave it be for now and wave Belly off to the beach to have her fun.

I shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen after my shower, remembering the muffins Belly said would be waiting for me. The box was on the island like always and I smiled at the small victory. I really should have missed my chance at one, let alone my favourite, coming down after 11am. I opened the box and considered my choices when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked towards the sound and found Conrad standing in the doorway.

"Uh…I uh, saved you a carrot. It's under the cake plate." He gestured to the other side of the counter where it waited for me.

"Oh. Thanks." I walked that way and saw him shift his stance uncomfortably, and look down at his feet. I forced myself to give him the credit he deserved at that moment with a look of sincerity. "You didn't have to do that."

He looked pleasantly surprised, "It's no problem. You uh…call it a thanks for cleaning up last night. My mom really appreciated it."

"Of course. Anything for Susannah."

It was the most polite we'd ever been to each other in our entire lives. I wasn't even sure it was real since there were no witnesses to prove I wasn't making the whole thing up somehow. Belly and Steven would laugh in my face if I told them. But that didn't stop the awkwardness from getting worse by the second and finally I couldn't take it anymore. Conrad looked like he wanted to say something else but I couldn't hear it, whatever it was and I was scared that I already knew. Instead of giving him the chance, I mumbled a quick 'thanks again' and 'see you later' before bolting back upstairs with my carrot muffin in hand and shut the door behind me. I leaned back against it and wondered how I'd avoid whatever that was for the next 24 hours before my time in Cousin's would come to an end.

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author's note: I hope you enjoyed part 2 of 4th of July! How are we feeling at this point? Don't worry because there's still lots more story to come even if Y/N thinks her journey is ending. Next chapter is a day at the boardwalk! Thank you again for the continued support 💚💛🧡❤️. Reply with comments and let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist. If you'd like to ask me about any upcoming chapter warnings you wanna be warned of ahead of time (angst? 18+ smut?) then come visit my blog with any questions and I'll be happy to answer!

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agreysexualromantic · 6 months

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An ode to Smallville Lois Lane, part 1:

In her very first episode in season 4, Lois visits LIONEL FUCKING LUTHOR in prison and proceeds to leave HIM unsettled.

She's just arrived in the scene, she's a freshman in college, she's grieving her cousin and has just dealt with amnesia Clark being odd AF and she manages to walk directly into the lions den, look straight into Lionel's shifty, manipulative eyes, and not blink. Lionel has to completely rethink his view of her by the time she walks out of that room, and *do you know how rare it is for Lionel Luthor to question his assumptions*?? But here's Lois, setting him back on his heels in 3 minutes flat.

There was zero chance THIS Lois Lane was ever going to be limited to 4 or 5 episodes. Everyone knew she was absolute gold from this very first episode.

#Smallville #Lois Lane #erica durance #lionel luthor #Clark Kent #Tom Welling #clois #clark and lois #lois and clark

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jell0buss-37 · 10 months

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i really loved the reporter!peter b having a crush on actress!reader!

i was wondering if you could write more about it! :3 maybe peter and reader do end up dating and reader takes him to red carpets with her and theyre overall super SUPER in love with eachother<3333

I'm so happy you liked the concept! At this point I'm loving the different requests and I'm having so much fun branching out on these characters we've created. I hope you enjoy this one!

Part 1, Part 2

Reporter!Peter B x Actress!Reader (pt. 2)

I thought this pic was perfect for this!

When you guys started seeing eachother, he was completely starstruck

Your dinner at that Italian restaurant had went perfectly! More and more he had started to fall for you and your true personality, completely enraptured by you

You thought he was adorable, like a puppy imprinted on their mother, with those adorable eyes so wide and full of wonder

And the way his ears would burn a bright red any time you brushed your hand against his

Once he got comfortable, he was incredibly open and talkative!

It was your turn to be enraptured by him, seeing him in rose colored glasses at a movie the two of you went to see

You couldn't help but watch him instead of the movie, your hand in his, your arms pushed up against eachother as you watched the scary movie you had picked

He was geeking out, occasionally leaning in to whisper different facts and thoughts throughout the film

You kept getting these little butterflies at the sound of his voice

Being in this field of work, it was natural to have these certain trust issues whenever it came to this sort of thing

You hadn't been in a relationship in over 5 years now

You just didn't see the point in putting so much time and emotions into another human being

That is until Peter opened your eyes to what that point is

He was shy to ask you for a third date, suggesting that he cook for you back at his place

(He finally cleared out all of his things. They now sit in a box under his bed)

You happily accepted

You thought his little apartment was so cute! It reminded you of your days as a beginning actress, and filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Of home.

You guys cooked together, a nice chicken Scampi that reminded you of your mother's. You were so excited when he asked you to cook something you loved, and we're having such a great time showing him how to mince the bell peppers

You both sat down for dinner at his kitchen island, a bottle of wine shared between you two over candle light, a bit of Frank Sinatra in the background

Such pleasant conversation shared between you two, soon dying down when you were done eating, just staring into each other's eyes

The kiss you shared was so sweet, both of your heads spinning from the wine and the passion

You pull away suddenly, running to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, confused

"I-Im so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, it's just that the moment felt right, and you were so pretty, and I- where are your clothes-"

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, your bra and panties a red matching set

Oh you planned to jump his bones the second he asked you about a third date

It was about a month into your relationship that you decided to make it public, showing up to work to surprise him

Literally in the lion's den of hot gossip

Nobody would stop asking him questions, and he just sits there with the smuggest look on his face

The first time he went to your place, he was absolutely FLABBERGASTED at the amount of Spiderman memorabilia you had

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, explaining he was really more of just a celebrity crush

He TOTALLY didn't visit you as spiderman

You freaked out meeting him, it was so cool

You actually cried

He was shocked because he literally said he'd cry if he met you

Irony

Loves bragging about you 24/7

You find the box of all of his geek things

You thought it was so cute and creepy

Whenever you have to work on a film, you guys call and video chat every day and night if it's far away

Sometimes if it's for a long time, let's just say thank God for video chat ;)

Paparazzi photos and articles on you two are so cute because they're mostly talking about how much happier you look

You did an interview with him for vanity fair, and it was so adorable

You even went on a celebrity gameshow once, playing a couples game

You guys get so much love from your fans

That and those edits of you guys with a sappy song in the background

He even makes a cameo in one of your shows as a guy you flirt with at a restaurant once

And then the red carpet events

See my Shopping with Peter B headcannons for that 👀

Overall, life with him is just so much better, and he still can't believe he could even pull you in the first place

#fanfiction #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter benjamin parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman x you #spiderman

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 6 months

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THE COMPLETE COPOLLO MASTERLIST

Desperately looking for fics to satisfy your obsession with the RRverse's most dumpsterfire of a ship? Look no further than this post :3

I have Copollo fics ranging from Ao3, FF.net, and here on tumblr! Each fic will be linked, and if the author has a tumblr (that I know of - if you know their tumblr let me know!), they will be tagged.

Also, before we begin, I would just like to say that when I say every Copollo fic I can find is on this list, I mean all of them. This includes fics that are canon compliant, crack, aus, and those with darker tones. If that isn't your thing, all you have to do is avoid clicking on said fics. They're all organzied very nicely if I do say so myself. Nothing more to it :3

Look below the cut for the list! If you have any fics that slipped between my grabby fingers let me know so I can add them! :3

Roman Empire Era

A Cruel Occasion by @seductivegrapethrowing

Grapes and Blood (written in German) by Buttons_Buttons (Rated G)

Fairness by mothmansaysgayrights (Rated G)

The Death of Emperor Commodus by LusiaLovegood (Rated G)

Long Life to You by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

Death's Embrace by me (Rated G)

When the Day Met the Night by me (Rated G)

When Everything's Wrong, You Make It Right by me (Rated G)

Call Me Commodus / Today I'll Be Your Ruler / I'll Also Die Here by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

Of Broken Promises by @money-and-dandellions (Rated G)

Rewrite The Stars by me (Rated G)

Keeping Warm by @soleil-in-retrograde (I reread the Copollo part of this over and over :3) (Rated T)

vow by @daisy-mooon (Rated T)

my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear by localcryptidlivinlife (Rated T)

Always Told You Not To Love Me (Now Look What You Made Me Do) by anxious_tofu (Rated E)

ghost of mine (you're taking up all my time) by anxious_tofu (Mainly perpollo, but I read it for the Copollo :3) (Rated E)

Trials of Apollo

Canon Compliant

As Far As I'm Concerned, You're Just Another Picture To Burn by @thatdamseries

A Pity by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

Song of Apollo by @tsarinatorment (For the Copollo crumb within :3) (Rated T)

Fractures of the Mind (Heart) by me :3 (Rated T)

The Devil Within (His Mind) also by me (Rated T)

Chapter 5 of some ToApril drabbles because my head is as empty as Meg's by orphan_account (Rated T)

Divinity, Fire, and Former Lovers by @seapinecone (Rated T)

Aus

All's Fair in Love & War by me (Rated G)

It's Be Okay by Apollo4612 (Rated Fiction T)

@daisy-mooon

Taunt (Rated G)

Outnumbered (Rated T)

Blindfold (Rated T)

Spark (Rated M)

Triumvirate Wins Au by bacchis

to eros, in secrecy

den of the lion (Rated E)

there are a couple more fics in this series if you're interested but only the two above have brief Copollo moments (i will admit this au lives rent-free in my brain)

AUs

Winds of Ruin by me (Rated G)

Coward by @nyaningthroughlife (Rated T)

Moonrise by me

Crack (when i say every fic, I mean every fic)

It's a Fun Time in Commodupolis! by Anonymous (Rated M)

Dark

Nothing Like The Sun by Cola_bubblegum

Day & Night by Lif61 (UltimateFandomTrash) (Rated E)

TAG LIST: @moodyseal @plastikstarz @hazardous-lightdas12 @worlds-oldest-teenager here it is! :3

#copollo #masterpost #the trials of apollo #toa #trials of apollo #apollodus #apollo x commodus #apollo #commodus #pjo apollo #toa apollo #pjo commodus #toa commodus #toa fanfiction

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melodygatesauthor · 6 months

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 5: Losing Control

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

About a week after Ammit's departure, Marc learns that Khonshu has been invited now to see Ammit in the mountains. His desire for you grows.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 3.1k

Marc brought your panties back to you that same night while you slept soundly. He’d left without a word because he didn’t want to make things more intimate than they already were. He didn’t even know you, and he already wanted you so badly. He breathed deeply while trying to imagine…what if he actually cared about you on a personal level?

He didn’t…but what if he did?

There was no way he’d be able to just sit idly by and watch while another man drank your blood, and touched you the way Khonshu did. In the week following that night, Marc made a point to avoid going to your room. It was far too risky, and Khonshu was keeping a closer eye on things ever since Ammit had taken her leave. It was obvious his master was suspicious, so it was best he kept a healthy distance from you.

Marc thought he would never know the nature of Ammit’s visit until Khonshu called both he and Arthur to his study to meet. The only reason he looked forward to seeing Khonshu anymore was because you were often there at his side, but not this time. Marc felt a pit in his stomach when you weren’t there. The only time he got to see you was when you were with him. He was determined to avoid going to your room again…ever again.

“Looking for something, Marc?” Khonshu teased, knowing exactly why Marc’s eyes were scanning around the room, as though he might see you hiding behind a curtain or perhaps you might pop out from beneath the desk.

“No, sir. Just making sure the room is secure,” he lied, watching Khonshu to see if he bought it.

If he didn’t buy it, he wasn’t making it obvious. Khonshu sighed, looking between his two knights, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He had that smug look splayed over his face while he looked them both over. Marc’s stomach turned, knowing what this look meant. Their master was plotting something.

“Ammit has invited us to her home in the mountains to discuss her plans with the upcoming annual cattle auction, and to review our peace treaty,” he scoffed, “she thinks I don’t know her true intentions.”

“Why didn’t you two discuss this when she was just here?” Marc asked, not keen on the thought of walking into the lion’s den to discuss something so trivial.

The other part of Marc, the selfish part, didn’t know if Khonshu intended to leave you here while they traversed into the mountains. If that were the case Marc didn’t know when he might see you again, and despite himself, he couldn’t bear that thought. What was he thinking? He’d only known you a few weeks and he was in a chokehold by your scent, your body, and everything that made you…you.

Dumbass, he thought to himself.

“Does it matter? Do you have duties other than serving me to keep you busy, Marc?” Khonshu looked at him with his brow furrowed in aggravation.

For fear of his fate should he continue questioning his master, Marc took a deep breath and nodded.

“Sorry I was just wondering, it could be a trap,” he proposed, trying to think of a more logical reason than his emotions to keep them in Khonshu’s mansion.

“I’ve already considered that,” Khonshu retorted.

“That’s why I’ll stay behind, Marc. You and Khonshu can go to Ammit, and I’ll keep an eye on things here,” Harrow explained with more attitude than was probably necessary.

Marc couldn’t continue protesting without looking suspicious, so he nodded, accepting defeat. Khonshu sighed, running a hand through his black locks, sauntering to the window to stare out at the moonlit bay. His face looked calm while he took in the view, and for a moment Marc wondered about Khonshu’s past. He didn’t know the man well, not on a personal level anyway, and yet he felt himself obligated to defend Khonshu with his life, all because he’d saved Marc so many years ago in Cairo.

“Marc, instruct the servants of your wing to ready your cattle, we’ll be leaving at dawn.” Khonshu spoke without turning to face either of them. “You may go now, Harrow, you can stay. We have much to discuss before you take over for me.”

Marc left the room and closed the door behind himself slowly. The light click was deafening in the otherwise silent hallway. He trudged toward his room, hands tucked into his pockets. Marc stopped in his tracks, right at the junction of your hallway and his. All the high-ranking vampires’ cattle were in your hall, doors lining the walls where each one had a lovely room with spacious quarters. It wasn’t practical, but Khonshu was nothing if not excessive.

“Master Spector,” a soft voice came from behind Marc, forcing him to jump.

Frightening a vampire was a near-impossible task…while they were focused that is. But since you’d arrived, Marc couldn’t focus to save his life. He spun around, seeing the head maidservant of that wing there to greet him. She gave him a friendly smile, as she often did.

“Uh, I was just looking for you. Would you ready my cattle for travel tomorrow? I don’t know when we’ll return, so we’ll need to spare a few maidservants as well.” He said, still trying to catch his breath from the start she gave him just a moment ago.

“Of course sir. Anything else?” She waited for him expectantly.

“No, no thank you.”

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In another couple of hours, he’d given up trying to fight with himself and Marc was climbing up to your window to see you. He didn’t know what would happen while he was away, and he needed to feel you again before he left. If he could just take in your touch, and that sickening scent one more time, he could get through until the next time he saw you. At least, that’s what he’d hoped.

You were sleeping, which made him somehow feel like less of a freak. If you weren’t conscious, then you wouldn’t know he was standing there awkwardly, watching your shoulder rise and fall with every breath while you slept with your back to him. He sighed in contentment, knowing that you would be safe while he was away, safe from Khonshu…and safe from himself.

“Are you going to join me or are you going to stand there?” you asked softly, turning around just enough to look at him.

Marc froze in place, feeling embarrassed for, once again, being caught red-handed by you in your bedroom. It took him a moment to process your words fully. Join you? Not a chance that you were asking him to join you.

“You don’t want that,” he said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes I do,” you turned over to make your seriousness known.

“You want me to lay in bed with you? Why?” Marc was so confused, unable to understand why you, a human who knew what his kind was capable of, would want him to lay in your bed.

“You’ve felt what you do to me,” you started sliding off the bed, standing on your bare feet and gliding toward him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you I…”

Marc’s body was rigid as you trailed off and walked closer, soft hands reaching out to grip his forearms just below his rolled-up sleeves. You weren’t even looking him in the eye anymore, your pupils were dilated, and staring at his parted lips. Marc sighed out a soft breath just before he let you kiss him.

Your lips were still delicious, and your mouth even more so. Marc’s hands found your hips, fingers squeezing just hard enough to claim possession, but not hard enough to do any damage. He couldn’t leave a mark on you, despite wanting to desperately. In a sick way, Marc was willing to accept his death just to see the look on Khonshu’s face when he saw the way his servant branded you.

“Take me, Marc,” you whispered against his open mouth before he closed it over yours once more.

Fuck he wanted to.

Marc’s lips stole a loud gasp from you as he pushed you backward, landing on top of you as your knees gave out at your bedside. He felt his cock pressing incessantly against his jeans, desperate for you once more. He fumbled with his buckle, the obstacle only serving to make him want you more. The leather against denim whooshed as he pulled the belt free from the loops, beginning to work on the button.

He could feel you spreading your legs even wider, as though you were trying to pull him into your body. Marc was the only supernatural creature in the room, but your moans called him to you like a siren song. His breath quickened as he finally found freedom from his pants, pulling them down below his knees.

“Mm, help…” you whined, tugging at your shorts and trying to get them off, but to no avail.

Marc leaned back, pulling your shorts and panties off quickly, tossing them aside before caging you between his elbows once again. His breathing was labored, leaking cock so desperate it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. The anticipation alone was almost enough to make him come without any friction at all. He tasted your sweet lips again, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths with such hunger.

“Marc…” your voice sounded so small, so insignificant compared to the obnoxiously loud thoughts plaguing his mind.

Fuck her, bite her, kill her, fuck her, fill her, drink her…

He brought his lips to your neck, kissing your skin and tasting the salt of your sweat. His cock twitched and his hips jerked forward involuntarily, fat tip brushing against your slick entrance. You spread your legs more, your body telling him in a thousand ways the same thing you’d been saying all along, ‘take me, Marc’.

He could do it. He was right there, leaking head sitting just barely in your needy little hole. You whimpered, hips arching upward and forcing a little more of his length inside of you. Marc shuttered, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he lost control. The part of him that wanted to drink you dry was winning.

“Marc, no!” You said just over a whisper.

He woke from his trance, hearing your words break through the internal struggles of his mind. He growled in frustration and pulled back, feeling the disappointment in your airy exhale. He was disappointed too, but he couldn’t risk hurting you. Marc slid off the bed onto his knees, gripping the space where your hips and thighs meet, tugging you toward his face. Your pretty cunt glistened by the moonlight coming through the window, juices dripping down your lips and into your asscheeks.

Marc felt his eyelids drop in arousal while he stared at the beauty before him. He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to your folds, kissing them once and feeling your thighs tremble in response. Your sensitive reaction made Marc’s cock twitch again, inciting a deep, low rumble in his chest. He breathed out slowly, licking his lips and tasting your sweet juices. If your blood was even half as delicious, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to resist emptying you completely.

He dragged two fingers between your soaking lips, collecting a small pool of your arousal in his palm before bringing it down to his leaking cock. Marc wrapped his fist around himself, letting your slick guide his hand easier along his length. A growl escaped him just as he covered your needy cunt with his mouth.

Marc’s brain went blank.

He had to stop pumping his fist before he came too quickly. The taste of your body, - your wet slick - was maddening.

“Mm, put your l-legs on my shoulders,” he managed to say before your alluring scent pulled him back in.

He was biting back the urge to moan as he felt your legs wrap around his head, thighs brushing along his ears gently. Using his free hand - the hand that wasn’t choking the life out of his aching dick - he pressed against your stomach, keeping you firmly in place. A sharp gasp shot out of your lungs, making his cock leak even more. He sighed, dragging his tongue between your folds, moaning into your mound as though he were savoring every drop your body fed him.

This was the first time Marc ever truly felt powerful in all his life. He wasn’t hurting you, and instead, he was simply enjoying you. He was enjoying your sounds, the little breathless whines that slipped through your parted lips. He enjoyed the smell of you, that sweet scent that held him in a chokehold every damn day since he’d met you. And dammit if he didn’t enjoy that taste, the distinct flavor, unlike anything he’d ever felt on his tongue in all his days.

You were too good to be true.

“Oh, M-Marc,” you breathed, reaching a hand up to grip his slicked-back curls.

He exhaled with a low groan, slowly starting to jerk himself again while you tugged and pulled his face tighter against your center. Your legs were vibrating against his ears, heels digging into his back while you pulled him in deeper.

Needy little thing, he thought, as if he weren’t twice as desperate.

The wet sounds of his slurping tongue mixed with your cries. Marc started rutting into his own hand, imagining he was fucking the cunt he ate from. He dragged his tongue down between your crevices, cleaning each fold before dipping his tongue into your fluttering hole. If he moved his head just right, he could brush the tip of his nose over your swollen clit - just right -.

“O-oh, Marc!” You rasped out in a high-pitched whisper. “Y-yes oh god f-fuhh…”

The hand Marc had on your stomach worked together with your hand in his hair to bring your bodies as close as possible. He couldn’t get any closer to your cunt unless he broke his nose and for a moment he thought it might be worth it. He could feel your thighs tense a bit, and your hand grip his hair harder. You started gasping as if you’d run out of air. Part of him wished you were stronger so you could really hurt him.

“Why do you taste so–” Marc murmured against your mound before cutting himself off, going back in to slurp more from you.

Marc jerked his hand faster, the sensations surrounding him becoming too much to handle. Your scent, your taste, the way you pulled his hair, it was all driving him mad. He breathed against you, moving his tongue faster so he could hear you too. You shook, pretty voice wavering with every moan that left you.

“Marc, you’re so g-good at this I…oh god I’m…”

Marc felt your pussy contract around his tongue, moving the tip of his nose in faster circles to make you squirm more. Your juices were coating his tongue and he felt an unimaginable euphoria burst through his mind. He panted, sounding more pathetic than he cared to acknowledge but he couldn’t help himself. You were writhing now, trying to get out from under him. He knew he should stop because, as you kept shrieking, it was ‘too much’, but he couldn’t.

Marc’s hand pushed down on you harder, and with one more sharp inhale of your delicious little cunt, he finally felt it. His orgasm washed over him like soft velvet, bringing him the sweetest relief he’d felt in ages. Marc let go of you quickly, holding his palm under himself to catch the white ropes spilling from the fat head of his twitching cock. He was loud, louder than he should’ve been, but he was sure no one would hear him, and he couldn’t keep his composure anymore.

He caught most of it in his hand, but a few stray drops landed on the floor. He would’ve just let it go, making a mess all over your bedding without care, but if the maids found out, and if even one of them breathed a word to Khonshu, it wouldn’t end well for either of you.

Marc leaned forward, pressing another soft kiss to your pussy lips before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. For a moment you both lay there, the room filled with nothing but the sound of both your breathing returning to normal. If he could die like that by choice he would, eyes closed with his face next to your scent, your fingers idly carding through his hair. Marc sighed using his free hand to tuck his dick back in his pants before standing up on shaking legs.

“Just gonna…gonna use your bathr–”

“Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist tightly, looking up at him with eyes that said ‘can I taste you?’

As if he could read your mind, Marc nodded, watching with mixed awe and adoration as you brought your lips to his hand. You pursed your lips into an ‘O’, sucking in and slurping his cum right out of his palm. Marc felt his cock coming alive once more, but he didn’t want to press his luck by staying in there much longer. It wasn’t only the constant looming threat of Khonshu discovering you both that frightened him, but the lack of control he might experience if he lingered in your scent for too long.

“God you…you’re something huh?” Marc asked, mouth hanging open while he watched you dart your tongue out, lapping at his palm. “F-fuck.”

Marc watched you drag your lips over each finger before lowering your entire mouth on each one, making a show of your task. You always looked so meek and innocent with Khonshu, but the way you sucked on his fingers, he could tell you were a bit more experienced than you pretended to be. You moaned as you went down on his middle finger, and before things could go any further, Marc pulled his hand from you.

“Enough,” he said coldly.

He hated that disappointed look in your eye, the one that begged for more; that begged him to stay just a little longer and to fuck your brains out. Marc zipped and buttoned his pants before darting for the window, taking off before he could change his mind. He couldn’t stop smelling your aroma on his nose all night, and he couldn’t decide if it was a good thing, or if it was just torture.

Who was he kidding? Everything about you was torture.

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the outland kingscholar || leona kingscholar

masterlist characters: n/a (reader-centric) genre: fluff(?) contains: more ocs, sort of a transition for the fic ig?, still tagged w/ leona because fic :D summary: with their identity now discovered, (name) is shown a glimpse of the villagers in mwezi miji. notes: finally i get to use the other two boys i've had prepared for this series!! anyway, probably gonna get around to officially drawing them if insp stays? anyway, expect a bit more oc content for the fic just because i have plans >:) parts: [og post] | [the lesser kingscholar (1)] | [the broken kingscholar (2)] | [the two kingscholars (2.5)] | [the runaway kingscholar (3)] | [the outland kingscholar (4)] | [the grown-up kingscholar (5)]

the moment that question left atiena's mouth, a chill ran down your spine. you were hoping, praying, that she wouldn't know. that no one would know. and yet here you were, alone in a dark room with no one but a stranger that knew who you were.

"i... uh... i don't--"

"no use trying to hide it," atiena chuckled, shaking her head. she leaned back in her chair and her wings spread out behind her, making her seem bigger than she was. "you're a lion beastman."

"so?" why did you say it like that? oh, great seven, have mercy...

"let's see..." atiena hummed, bringing her hand up to her chin. "to start with, you weren't from the dens. that much was obvious when my son had to explain the very concept to you."

you pursed your lips.

"and so that only left the kingscholar territory. because gods know that the others in the outlands wouldn't let in a lion beastman," she continued.

"but... how did you know i was a kingscholar?" you managed to mutter, your body beginning to tremble at the mere thought of what could happen.

will she send me back?

"i wouldn't have thought you were a kingscholar at first," atiena explained before standing up. she walked over to the wall and reached up, grabbing a paper that was hanging on a corkboard covered in other sheets. she sat back down in her chair and placed the poster on the table.

missing: prince/ss (name) kingscholar

"...ah."

"we don't normally get knews from the kingscholar territory, but the king seemed adamant on getting these out," she mused, her smile no longer seeming to reach her eyes. "they're worried about you. as a mother, i can tell just from this poster alone."

"...how?" you hissed, crossing your arms in a huff.

"...now i can't say for certain, but i think of it that way because of fast it got to us out here," atiena mutters, leaning forward. "see, on the rare occasion we do get news from the kingdom, it's usually already outdated. but this?" she taps the poster. "this is recent news."

"...because i'm a royal," you rolled your eyes, ignoring the twisting and clenching in your chest. "that's why."

"...maybe," atiena merely shrugs. "back to the topic, why are you out here?"

you don't know what compelled you to answer. perhaps it was a weird game the king of beasts was playing. or perhaps it was simply just a cruel twist of fate. but, in the end, it didn't matter what caused it.

"i ran away."

"well, i gathered that much, little cub," atiena laughed, this time a real, genuine laugh. "i asked why."

"...the people in the castle are... cruel."

and, as if atiena knew the true life you lived, she didn't push any further. she simply nodded and stood up, leaving you alone in the interrogation room with nothing but the poster with your name and face plastered on it.

it wasn't until light flooded the room that you tore your eyes away from the poster. you turned in your chair to see atiena, her head peeking through the doorway and her wings casting a large shadow inside.

"come on, little cub," she hummed, waving her hand. you lingered in the chair for a moment.

i don't want to go. what if she sends me back? what if... the elders are out there?

"don't keep us waiting," atiena smiled softly. her voice wasn't full of malice or annoyance, but rather understanding. "else nuru'll come running to drag you out."

and, once more, the door closed, leaving you in the dark with the poster. that dreaded poster.

r--iiiiiip

"there they are," atiena mused, her wings flapping behind her gently. nuru, who was previously running around, skidded to a halt and changed course towards you.

"finally! took ya' long enough!" nuru laughed as if he were greeting a lifelong friend. "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

"huh, i... uh..." you stammered as nuru dragged you by the arm. you looked over their shoulder at atiena, who merely smiled and waved her hand as if bidding her children adieu. with no help from atiena, you turned your attention back to nuru, who continued to run through the village with you in tow. "where are we going?!"

"ma says you're gonna stay with us for now!" nuru beamed. with his back now turned to them, you could see little white wings poking out from his shirt. "ya gotta meet my friends!"

you didn't get another word out before nuru stopped. you bumped into his back as he knocked on the door in front of him.

"jabali! jabori!" he called, his small wings moving excitedly on his back. "open the door!"

"no!" another squeaky voice shouted from inside the house.

"wha-- why not?!" nuru huffed, crossing his arms. his wings now flipping on his back.

"didn't you hear? your mom brought an outsider here," the same voice whined.

"shush!" nuru hissed, his grip tightening on your arm. "jus' open the door, jabori!"

"what?!" the door finally slammed open. twins stood on the other side, one sporting a scowl while the other seemed to cower behind him.

freckles dusted their faces and shoulders, the speckles just barely visible on their dark skin. their brown hair was tipped with light cream, the curls nearly mixing with the dark brown ears that twitched on their heads. sa if in response to each other, your ears twitched a second before the twins' did.

"that's the outsider!" the second twin, the one that opened the door, growled. he leaned closer to nuru and whispered (still loud enough for you to hear), "what are you doing bringing them over here?!"

"'s fine," nuru grinned before pulling you forward. he motioned up and introduced, "they're from kingscholar territory! so 's not like they're a den dweller or anythin'."

"still!" the first twin whined, shuffling closer to his brother. "we don't know... anything about them, ru!"

"i'm right here," you finally grumbled, pulling your arm out of nuru's grasp. "at least tell me to go away if you're gonna talk about me."

just like them.

"then get outta here," the second twin huffed, waving his hand.

"no! they're stayin'!" nuru demanded, reaching back to grab onto you once more. "look, they're nice! ma said so!"

"did she?" the three children questioned in unison.

"mhm! mhm! she said to get them used to the village!" nuru grinned, turning to look over at you. "sorry about them! they're... really my only friends i trust."

"aw," the first twin smiled, only to be elbowed by his brother.

"look," the second twin sighed, "if... if you want us to get along, come back in the morning. it's, like, the end of your mom's shift, right? so it's like two in the morning or somethin' like that."

"...ah," nuru laughed nervously before nodding. "'s a promise, 'kay?"

"mhm," the twins hummed almost absentmindedly. and without a proper goodbye, they shut the door.

"that went well!" nuru grinned, prompting you to roll your eyes. you didn't say anything and nuru didn't seem to mind. all he did was hum to himself as he grabbed you by the hand, dragging you back the way you came through the cold, quiet streets of mwezi miji.

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A Mouse in a Lion’s Den Pt.1

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: childhood trauma, emotional/psychological abuse

Words: 3816

Summary: A little mouse surrounded by ferocious lions? It didn't look to be a good situation, even if those lions happened to be your family.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

This was one of my first really big fanfics that I posted on my original tumblr.

Posting it here again for shits and tickles

You could never compare to your older sister Cersei. She was like the sun, bright and beautiful with her mass of gold curls and seemed to possess the world in her hands. She was outgoing and fearless, what every Lannister should be; while you were shy and quiet. The very opposite which was why your father Lord Tywin Lannister didn’t invest too much in you, preferring his enigmatic eldest daughter. Cersei teased you about how meek you were and that you weren’t a lion at all, that you were instead a mouse. There was no fighting against her, she was bigger and louder than you were. Your mother and Jaime were the only ones to stop her cruelty when they saw you were near tears. Cersei would leave in a huff while your mother was left to take care of the damage. Joanna would clean your face with her sleeve and smile sweetly at you. She would say how much she loved her sweet cub and would go on to tell you that you should never change the way you were. You were kind with a gentle heart; Joanna said that was all that was important. She loved each one of her children equally but always had a soft spot for you. You weren’t made of the tough material that seemed to be the Lannister trait. She loved that most about you. Cersei may be like the sun but you were like a candle flame; beautiful in its own way as it illuminates the dark.

Even with your mother’s love you felt lonely though. Jaime more often than not preferred the company of his twin. They would always have that unbreakable bond that only twins could have. You would ask your mom why you hadn’t been born a twin. She would laugh and tell you it wasn’t in the gods’ plans. You wondered what the gods had in store for you.

You may not have been very talkative but you did listen and observe others. Especially your family. You heard your mother and father talking about how she wanted to separate Jaime and Cersei. That they were too close. The very next day Jaime’s chambers were moved to the other side of the castle. You asked your mom but she merely shook her head and changed the subject.

You soon forgot about it as children often did and went on about your young life. Your mother became pregnant again and you were overjoyed to know that you would have a little sibling. Since your mother was great with child she had been confined to her room to rest.

Cersei, uncharacteristically, asked you to play with her and Jaime. That should have been enough of a warning for you that something was up. She never asked you to play with them. She was possessive of her twin brother, even when it involved her own sister.

How could you have known at that age what was to come?

In your childlike innocence you followed them into the bowels of Casterly Rock. You were so desperate for companionship that you would follow them anywhere. They held your hand, possibly to prevent you from running away, when you saw cages filled with lions.

Growing apprehensive at the sight of the caged beasts Cersei explained to you the game her and Jaime always played. Each would see how close they could get to the lions, like a dare. As the twins climbed on to the cages you stayed rooted where you were, scared of even taking a step forward.

Cersei laughed at you, calling you a coward and a mouse. Jaime on the other hand gave you words of encouragement. Somehow you managed to clamber up on top of the cage. You thought the worst was over until Cersei dared you to touch one of them. She tried to comfort you saying that they were chained to the bars and wouldn’t be able to get you.

You learned the hard way not to trust Cersei.

She had opened the cage and pushed you inside; hastily shutting the gate as you cried.

You jolt awake, panting and looking around your dark room.

That had been three years ago yet it was branded deeply into your fragile mind. You had been six at the time, only a year younger than your siblings. It was enough to permanently traumatize you. If it hadn’t been for Jaime’s change of heart you didn’t know what would’ve happened to you.

You wiggle out of your bed, far too big for a nine year old and open the door of your room.

“Little lady, what’re you doing up?” A guard passing by kneels down to look at you.

“I had a nightmare. I wanted to go see my brother.”

The guard smiles gently. “Then I shall escort you, my lady.” Once he made sure you were safely at your brother’s door the guard bids you goodnight.

Quietly you walk inside to peer over the crib. You smile softly at your baby brother Tyrion. He was so tiny with such a large head, you were always surprised that his neck didn’t snap from the weight.

Gingerly you caress his round cheek with your index finger. Your mother had died giving birth to him. This spurred hatred from your father and sister. Of course it had devastated you too but you still loved your baby brother with all your heart. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a baby. People treated him like he was the plague. His wet nurses had always cringed when feeding him and would sooner be done with it than to hold him a minute longer. Tyrion was left sequestered in his room most of the time. You alone kept him company. Everyone was so focused on your older siblings that they forgot about you too. That was alright. You had Tyrion now. And every once in a while Jaime would pay a visit. He didn’t act like everyone else. Jaime loved Tyrion too and treated him like a human being unlike many. Those times you would grow closer to Jaime and he would tell you how Cersei had dressed up like him, fooling everyone. You listened to his stories eagerly even if many did involve Cersei. At least the two of you were bonding. In that room Jaime was your’s. Cersei never bothered to step foot into Tyrion’s nursery unless she was going to torment the helpless three year old.

Grabbing a spare blanket and a cushioned chair you curl up next to your brother’s crib and fall asleep.

“What’re you doing in here young lady?” Your septa glowers down at you with her hand on her hips.

“I had a nightmare last night. I wanted to be with Tyrion.”

She tsks and grabs your arm. “We must get you ready for the day.”

You follow her like the obedient girl you had been raised to e. There was a big event that everyone in Casterly Rock and Lannisport had been preparing for. People were bustling and trying to get things ready for the great tourney in honor of the birth of Prince Viserys Targaryen. You and your family (excluding little Tyrion) would travel to Lannisport just for the occasion as it had been your father’s idea. The best seamstresses in Westeros made you and your sister’s gowns so that you would be at your finest in front of the royal family. While Cersei was ecstatic you were quite nervous. Your father didn’t often parade you around especially not after your mother had died but people asked about the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister. You would have to force yourself to be like Cersei, although that in itself was a great feat. You didn’t want to disappoint your father though. You would try your best to be like your big sister yet the voice of your mother always came back to you.

“Why would you want to be different (y/n)? You should never change the way you are.”

She was dead though. No one was there to tell you you were fine just the way you were.

Before leaving for the short journey to Lannisport, you give Tyrion a big hug and a kiss as you depart. You prayed that he would be taken care of. You were more of a mother to him than a sister.

You knew you should’ve been happy to go to the tourney with your family, but you couldn’t help constantly worrying about Tyrion. Your attitude got on Cersei’s nerves.

“We would all be better off if something did befall on that little creature.” Cersei mutters as she glances out the window of your litter. She had wanted to ride horseback beside Jaime but she had to ride in the litter as per order of Tywin. Like usual she took her bitter resentment out on you. “Why has he lived this long?”

Gnawing on your lip you bite down so hard you could taste the metallic zing of blood. You wanted to say something, to stand up to her for once in your life. Then you remembered her trapping you in a lion’s cage. Anxiety seized you and render you speechless. You stayed quiet for the duration of the trip until you reached the gates of Lannisport. Leaping out of your litter, happy to finally get away from Cersei, you await for everyone else before bounding to look at all the colorful tents that were being erected in the field. Excitement actually bubbled in your tummy at the prospect of watching the tourney.

You hear Jaime chuckle behind you. “Excited?” At ten years old you knew in a few more years Jaime would be a heartbreaker. His hair shared the same hue as the gold that made up the Lannister’s wealth. Jaime was growing into a handsome young man that looked every inch a knight like in the stories your mom used to tell you. Yet he couldn’t be a knight. He was Tywin’s heir, expected to carry on the Lannister name.

“I actually am! Are you gonna participate Jaime?”

He smiles down at you. “No they probably wouldn’t let me. I’m still too young.” YOU catch his clear green eyes gaze out at the field. You knew he probably wanted to join the older boys to show off his own skill. Even at such a young age Jaime wielded a sword like it was one with his arm. He beat all the other cousins that were around his age and even some of the older ones. One day he would make a great Lord of Casterly Rock.

A gentle hand on your shoulder, he steers you back to the group where your father was already giving orders. Trunks and luggages were being taken down to the field so that your family’s tents could be set up alongside the other noble families. Normally you would’ve taken residence in the castle of Lannisport but your father insisted that the royal family have the castle to himself. You figured that it had something to do with Tywin’s growing dislike for Aerys. From the servant’s gossiping you heard about what King Aerys had said about your poor mother’s passing. It wasn’t something you liked to think about. You didn’t blame your father for wanting to be as far away from the king as possible.

“Come along.” Tywin tells you and your siblings. You took your place between Jaime and Cersei as you had been taught to do. Although your sister didn’t very well like you separating her and Jaime. Either way she didn’t seem too bothered this time. She actually seemed to smile at you. It definitely set off alarm bells. You had learned quickly to mistrust Cersei’s smiles. They held your hands as Tywin had instructed the three of you to do in front of the other lords so that everyone could see how perfect his children were. It was your own little fantasy too. You wished your sister was genuinely sweet and loved you. You wished that you had a big brother who would take your side every so often and protect you.

Your family made their rounds around the camp, greeting other noble families. Cersei gobbled up all the attention, absolutely loving how the lords called her beautiful.

A few commented how you were adorable but you knew that you dimmed in comparison to your older sister.

Finally King Aerys and his eldest son Prince Rhaegar made their appearance. You didn’t see Queen Rhaella among them or the newborn Viserys. The King’s Guard flanked them as well as dozens of retainers and servants to the Dragons of Westeros.

And there in all his glory was seventeen year old Rhaegar Targaryen. The first born son. Heir to the Iron Throne. Long powdery white hair fell off his shoulders and framed a strong, handsome, face that he had to push strands away every so often. Hyacinth eyes like those of the flower looked over your family and he offered up a small smile.

He had stolen your breath. You had always heard Cersei whispering about how handsome the prince was, but you never thought he would be so much so that you’d forget to breathe.

Whatever your father was saying went in one ear and out the other as you and Cersei stared unabashedly at Rhaegar.

At least she had more tact to smile and curtsy while you gaped with wide eyes.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you, your Grace.” She says to the Targaryen rulers, more so to Rhaegar.

It was King Aerys that snapped you out of your stupor. Where Rhaegar made your heart stop, Aerys made it beat with terror. He had the signature violet eyes and silver hair but lacked the beauty that Rhaegar had. Perhaps he once had been handsome but he wasn’t now. He looked half crazed with his long nails and wild eyes that searched for invisible enemies everywhere.

His smile was even worse than his frown and you unconsciously tighten the hand that held Jaime’s. “Thank you for hosting such a grand event, my friend.” Aerys’ words seemed to hold a double edge to them that your father was sure to take note of.

“But of course. The whole of Westeros should celebrate the birth of Prince Viserys.” Your father replied with that tight lipped smirk of his. There was ice in his voice that you picked up on.

They exchanged ingenuine pleasantries as you continued to look for Queen Rhaella and the infant prince. After Tyrion had been born you realized how much you liked babies. Tyrion had fit perfectly in your arms.

On your tippy toes, you whisper to Jaime “Where’s the baby?”

Before Jaime could whisper back to you Rhaegar seemed to have noticed your inquisitive looks and his once stiff smile softens as he addresses you. “Do you like babies (y/n)?” It makes your father and the king turn to look at you.

Uh-oh. You definitely hadn’t meant to draw attention. Blushing you clam up and nod stiffly. “Y-Yes. . . I have a little brother at home. . .”

That makes Aerys chuckle. “Yes. The dwarf.”

Your cheeks blaze as you shift your eyes down to your shoes, biting down on your lip and your ears ringing. You had said too much.

“We’ll be seeing you tomorrow. We still need to settle down and prepare for the tourney.” Tywin clears his throat.

“Of course. We’ll be seeing you.”

When they were out of earshot Cersei dropped your hand. “Why did you have to mention that little beast?”

“I-I didn’t meant to. . .

“Cersei, she was just answering the prince.” Jaime says, still holding onto your hand.

She turns on Jaime. “A simple yes would’ve sufficed! She’s embarrassed us by even bringing up that shame of our family!”

Tywin decides to step in. “That’s enough. I will not have you bickering. Not while we’re here.”

Cersei presses her pouty lips together, her fingers curling into her palm.

Turning his gaze onto you, Tywin simply sighs. “Try not to slip up again, okay?”

You nod. You feel absolutely sick. You want to go home where you didn’t have to talk to anyone. Where you could be with Tyrion and play games with him and tell him stories.

Having seen you trying not to cry, Jaime lets Tywin and Cersei walk ahead while he stays behind with you. “It’s okay (y/n). It was an accident.”

“I want to go home.” You murmur quietly and swallow back your tears.

Sympathy. Jaime was actually treating you sympathetically. He kneels down in front of you. “We will. Sooner than you think. The tourney will go by quickly if you try and have fun. Just think about tomorrow! You’ll see all the knights in action. It’ll be fun.”

He was probably trying to get you to quit your belly aching and not cause too much trouble for your father. Either way you would take it.

You were forced to share a tent with Cersei and her hand maids. They ignored you, choosing to giggle and gossip on their side of the tent. Her companions, Melara Hetherspoon and Jeyne Farman, squeal at Cersei’s description of Prince Rhaegar. Cersei grinned and continue to fawn over the the fair Targaryen prince.

“He’s even more magnificent in person!” Cersei brushes a golden lock of her hair off her shoulder.

“I wish I could’ve met him! But we had to stay behind.” Melara pouts.

Uncomfortable being in the same room as them you leave without either of the girls paying attention to you.

The night sky was clear without any clouds or moon but was littered with thousands of bright, tiny, stars. Laugher was heard all through the camp as everyone drank to the newborn prince and celebrated with merriment.

You weaved between the many tents, not having a particular destination until you heard the most beautiful sound. The rhythmic plucking of strings. It lead away from the camp however. Timidly you look around. No one had noticed you yet. Then again everyone must’ve been drunk. A wandering child was hardly their concern. You nervously followed the music until it grew louder and louder. The pale fingers of Rhaegar Targaryen was the source.

“It seems I have an audience.” That gentle and warm smile he had when he talked to you graced his face.

You would’ve rushed away had he not pat the spot next to him.

“It’s okay. Come and listen.”

If you messed up, if you accidentally said something you weren’t supposed to in front of the future king, your father would skin you alive.

The Silver Prince was inviting you to listen to him play though. It would be rude to decline such an offer.

With trembling legs you sit near him although careful to keep enough distance between the two of you. Rhaegar goes on to play that beautifully crafted silver stringed harp of his. It was a lovely melody that made your chest ache. It was the sound of your loneliness.

You hadn’t been aware that you had been crying until the end of his song when he handed you a handkerchief. You didn’t dare ruin any article that belonged to him and used your sleeve instead. “That’s beautiful. The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m happy you enjoyed it. You looked so nervous earlier and I apologize if I may have inadvertently caused any trouble for you with your family.”

Rhaegar had noticed. You flush out of horror. If he had noticed how uncomfortable you had been who knows who else had seen. You tried and failed to act like a Lannister.

Quietly you simper in your spot beside him. “It’s alright. . . If it wasn’t this it would have been another thing. . .”

“Would you like to hear another?”

You nod.

He was definitely much more than handsome. Rhaegar was kind and gentle, treating you far better than your family has since your mother died. You found comfort in his company. Comfort you had only found in Joanna and Tyrion. You felt safe in his music.

After a while, Rhaegar sets his harp carefully beside him and looks up at the stars. “Sometimes I wish I could play the harp without any interruptions. No duties. Just be able to play music for eternity.” There was sadness in his tone. A sadness you knew well yourself. It portrayed loneliness. He may be next in line for the Iron Throne but it must’ve been a lonely road ahead for someone like him. You had heard that Rhaegar preferred literature over battle maps and music over the clanging of swords.

“Are you lonely your Grace?” When it slipped out of your mouth you could’ve ripped your tongue out for such insolence. “I’m sorry! I was out of line! Please don’t tell my father!”

“Ssh.” Rhaegar holds his hands up indicating for you to calm down. “It’s alright. You did nothing wrong (y/n).” The brush of his slim fingers on the back of your tiny hand made you jolt. “It’s okay.”

You definitely weren’t a Lannister. Lannisters never apologized. They never lost their composure especially in front of the crowned prince.

Rhaegar’s features are calm with a small smile. “Lonely huh? I suppose I am. Just a little. How did you know? Are you lonely too?”

“You won’t tell my father?”

The corners of his lips turn up. “I promise.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m. . . always by myself at Casterly Rock. Even before my mother died. My older siblings prefer the company of each other and leave me out of a lot of things. Cersei says I’m no Lannister lion. That I’m a mouse. Even my father prefers Jaime and Cersei. I only have Tyrion but he’s only three years old. . .”

“You know, I’ve always preferred mice over lions. They’re much cuter.” Rhaegar delicately smoothes the hair on top of your head in a caressing manner. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“My family thinks differently.” You rub at your irritated eyes that threatened to spill over with tears. “I try to be like Cersei, but I just can’t do it.”

“It’s their loss then.” Rhaegar simply sighs. “They’re missing out on a lovely young lady. You shouldn’t try to be anyone else except yourself. I think that’s what your mother would want.” He gets up with ease and holds out a hand to you. “It’s getting late and there are certain little girls who should be in bed.”

Meekly smiling you take his hand and notice how warm it was.

Once outside of your tent, Rhaegar kneels down to look you in the eyes. “Now don’t forget what I told you, okay?”

You nod and thank him, watching him walk away with his harp in hand.

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 29: In Which Hiding Needs No Seeking

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Your lunge did anything but.

You were glued to the ground by unseen forces.

The white-eyed devils surrounding Alcina watched you motionless as you tried to break free. Your heart was racing and thudding loudly in your ears; all you could hear outside of the beat was the crunching scuffle as you tried to claw your way across the forest floor.

'Help me,' you began to mutter hurriedly, to whom was less than guessable.

'Help me, help me, help me!'

As your eyes fixed to Alcina, the dead dirt compacting under your nails, your knuckles cracking and hitching in pain as you clawed so hard, with the snap of a twig you heard flapping of wings coming from behind you. Something had heard your call and within seconds giant black birds came diving in; attacking, pecking, scratching and screaming.

In mere moments the white glow on each shadowed figure had been plucked from their skulls and you could see the brilliant red spilling and flinging in all directions as they cowered and scurried, thrashing and hollering as the birds left no relent. It was then your invisible bonds were broken and you were able to move, only, the forest floor began to stretch and each leap only parted you further from reaching Alcina.

In the unmoving distance another figure appeared. All you could make out was a hint of blonde hair under a sheath of black. The figure collected Alcina in its grasp and began to turn and walk away.

No.

No!

'Don't you take her from me!' you shouted, running faster and faster, the distance holding you at bay, nothing shortening the distance.

Panic.

Anger.

Dread.

'DON'T YOU TAKE HER FROM ME!' you screamed again, feeling the electric agitation building in your veins.

You heard that cackle again and you came to an abrupt stop.

Your fists clenched beside you and you released a scream that started like the howl of a lion, the timbre finishing with the shrill screech of an owl, white engulfed you and -

BANG - HISS - CRACKLE.

You woke with a violent jolt and shot up in bed.

The rumble of thunder was still very audile outside your windows as it fumbled its way haphazardly through the city, the pelting rain and howling wind ebbing as you threw back your covers and ran to the balcony door.

The light pole out front of your building was still steaming in the pouring rain, the block was completely dark and that only meant one thing.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Turning on your heels you went back to your nightstand and grabbed for your phone. It was hot as hell to the touch and you dropped it, quickly unplugging it. The lightning bolt must have fried the whole building. You huffed and meandered out into the living room where the clock on the wall was at least able to tell you the time; 5:55 AM.

Welp, here's to a fun way to start the day. Electricity-less, showerless, rattled, and sleep deprived.

The dark, drenched, frigid morning was spent lost in thought about your dream; ever present and very much real. As you walked hurriedly through the streets to the metro you half expected the darkness to creep back in, the earth to retake the concrete, and that wicked sticky cackle to echo in from somewhere.

You shivered as you held your piping hot cup of coffee in your chilled hands, sipping slowly and carefully as the subway dashed through beneath the buildings and busy soaked streets above. To your dismay you discovered your phone had indeed been fried as well, so you'd be making a trip to buy a new one at some point today, something you really didn't want to do. But what was another $400 to shell out of your pocket? You felt like a bubbling pot of emotion, few of them positive. Between the financial setback and the remains of your dream biting at your heels, you were about ready to call it quits before you even got to work.

Those... things.

Those creepy ass motherfuckers with white eyes.

Alcina.

Alcina being taken from you, by whoever that was, was bothering you the worst.

The fact you couldn't get to her, you were being kept from her. That you had no control, no influence on what was happening; an observer cut off at the knees - knowing, seeing, hearing, fully present, yet having no say, that bothered you. It seemed terribly metaphorical which left a bitter taste in your mouth. Alcina lived a life away from you. Outside of you. You, the same for her. When she came back to you hurt, that's when the reality of how much she meant to you and how very far apart the two of you really were in the scheme of things. Yes, she was with you every night, mostly every night, had been for months, but she was a creature of the night and you were locked in a prison of your own. Visiting hours only.

Would there ever come a day where the parallels of your lives would meet?

Were you asking and dreaming of too much?

What would that life even look like?

So checked out from reality, chewing and gnawing on everything, you missed your stop.

Today was going to be graaaaand.

At your desk, you threw in your earbuds and listened to the newest cassette Louis had found for you. It wasn't a terribly shoddy recording, but it was painfully obvious it was ameture at best. Although, that also gave it more life than something professional.

The crowds reaction to the music made the songs all the more engrossing. The audible sighs and hums of pleasure at your dear Alcina's voice, the gentle murmurs of coos and whispered accolades of her performance and how much they were enjoying themselves. You wished time travel was real; you'd hop into a night to watch her grace the stage and sing and enchant until you burst at the seams as well. You could imagine her now, dressed like a Hollywood Starlet; bare shoulders, gloves that reached beyond her elbows, a dress of the deepest red, or black, white, maybe even gold, hugging and accentuating every dangerous curve of her tall figure - her sharp eyes dazzling with the glitter of that slate color, the dark long lashes, her plush lips crimson and twisting into that smirk that made the butterflies in your stomach fly face first into windows.

You imagined she'd tease and play with the audience, dripping attention to whatever lovely beauty might be sitting in the front row, leaning into the lanky microphone stand, run her fingers up and down the shining brass, wink a little, place a hand on a perfectly defined hip and bare her sensuality with the perfect balance of angel and devil.

You could almost see how the spotlight would illuminate her already iridescently pale skin, giving her an ethereal glow, displaying her as the only thing in the room amongst the otherwise dark, dimly lit venue. A fine treasure, a work of wonder, living art that was singing her siren song; yes, yes you could see it all.

Sigh.

At least you had a smile on your face now.

By the time you'd gotten and paid for your new phone, your smile had greatly diminished. But, payday was tomorrow so you weren't totally hosed in the financial sense.

It was a most beautiful day this autumn afternoon and being inside your apartment was the last thing on your to-do list. The sun was shining, the crisp but aromatic post-rain smell in the auburn, gold, and red leaves was a fresh reprieve from regular city mustiness. The city seemed quiet and serene as the changing season was settling in everyone's bones. You were dreading the winter that was fast approaching so you made a pact to enjoy this as long as it lasted; autumn spoke to your inner heart just as deeply as the budding spring. Something about the turning point in the beauty of the earth, watching the progression of this to that, the emergence of life and death was... comforting.

The sunlight was shortening its visit quickly as the weeks progressed so you knew you only had until about 6:30-7PM before the darkness would really set in. But, that also meant Alcina could visit earlier and longer. That wasn't so bad at all.

Since you were close, you headed to Madison Square Park to enjoy the evening and admire the colors in the leaves; the dance and whisper to each other in the gentle breeze.

You felt plugged into nature as you sat with your back against the large oak trunk. The woes of the world trickled out of your body and you rested easily with a gentle smile on your lips. The bright yellow and flame-orange canopy above your head felt like broad, strong protective arms in a big bubble around you, keeping everything ill at bay. You sighed. Softly tracing your fingers over some of the fallen leaves beneath your fingertips on the ground, you plucked one and fiddled with it mindlessly as you watched the people come and go, listening to the birds overhead, observing the slowly morphing colors of the sky from pale blue to hazy peach.

After a while of wandering the present, you eventually looked down at the silky leaf in your hand.

You paused.

It was green.

Huh. Unexpected. You assumed since it was on the ground it would have been colored like the other leaves. Shrugging it off you settled back into the coziness of the tree and continued to sigh into the vibe of the autumn evening.

When the light was fading beyond the shadows of the cityscape, home began to call, and you begrudgingly decided to answer.

It was only as you were several paces into your trek home you noticed several groups of people standing around, muttering and commenting amongst each other, staring bewildered at something behind you. You brushed it off as normal tourist behavior and continued on. A certain vampire was on your mind and that was all you cared about.

Behind you, though, the tree in which you had perched under for the last 2 hours had morphed out of its brilliant golden leaves. They were now beaming with a most vibrant emerald green, making quite the spectacle of itself amongst its brothers and sisters in their full fall attire.

"Angie has come up completely empty handed."

Donna was silently beside herself as she paced through her living room.

Alcina was sat at her usual spot by the faux fireplace in a large, dark brown, high-backed leather chair, and a glass of blood-wine in her hands that she was thoughtfully tracing the rim with her long finger.

The Beneviento house was nearly as luxurious as the Manor, much smaller in style but dripping with Edwardian style that always made Alcina feel more at home than any other location in the underground. While Donna liked her interior decor much darker than her, it was done so immaculately it was strikingly welcoming and comfortable.

Most of Donna's furniture was chocolate brown and dark grey. Walls painted with black, deep corn-blue, and an occasional forest green. Paintings of brilliant but muted landscapes graced the many walls, a few family portraits down the hallway, and a myriad of silver antiques she had collected over the years. Vases, statues, trinkets, and ornate chinaware. Only Angie's wing of the abode was garish and quite out of place, but, it gave Alcina a good chuckle after the cringe wore off. Two sisters that could not have been any farther apart on the spectrum of likeness.

"Mother Miranda's keep is indeed empty; no guards, no sign of life for weeks, which means she must really be in Romania. I just don't understand why I can't shake the feeling of this all being so... off. And Salvatore is surely in the city as I saw him this afternoon returning from the library."

Alcina studied her friend as she finally stopped pacing and propped herself in a pensive resting stance at the hearth and peered into the imitation flames.

"And having no news at all about this fucking mutant situation has me so on edge I can barely sleep," she continued, rubbing a slender palm over her forehead, "I know this isn't over Alcina, I know it isn't, I feel it too deeply."

This was good news for no one.

"I believe you," Alcina replied softly, rising from the sofa to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, "the unease is mutual."

"It doesn't seem like it," Donna responded quickly with the tinge of a bite, "I know it's your job to appear calm and collected and go on in the public eye as normal as possible, but - I just - " she pulled away and took a deep breath, "forgive my bluntness, but I feel very very alone dealing with this, Alcina. You're always gone. You seem further away from us here than you have in years. As your advisor, and your friend, I feel it's my place to tell you this, as much I do not want to, but I need you to be here with me, with us, until this whole situation is really under control. It is all too raw and I fear what could happen. With you being gone every night until sunrise... I have no way to reach you quickly enough."

Donna was lucky her overflow of words kept Alcina quiet and gave her time to sift through Donna's concerns before she reacted harshly. She tapped on the side of her glass carefully as she pursed her red lips, corralling emotions that were hot and near boiling. The unfortunate part was that Donna was correct, much as she hated to admit it. She would be lying to Donna and herself if she were to pass it off as just that; appearing to live life as normally as before, and not deliberately disappearing to avoid being in the thick of it, to be with you instead, happy, at ease; that she was caught up in you so deeply, feeling more and more unable to live without you. But... her duties didn't disappear as she did every night, no, they were very much there upon her return. She knew very well she should be here. She knew the danger was not over. She knew her responsibilities should outrank her love and need for you. Only, they didn't.

Eying Alcina unmoved and sturdy on her feet, Donna huffed and entwined her fingers thoughtfully, "I need you, Alcina... see your human, but please, I need you here."

Anger began to pool in Alcina's stomach and she turned on her heels and approached the silver beverage cart, pouring more blood-wine into her glass and taking a sip. The anger was not at Donna but the situation. Still, while her reigns on her bristly emotions had been easier to manage as of late, they were still boorish and pulled on their restraints with gnashing strength.

"Forgive me -" Donna began to backpedal.

"Don't," Alcina snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose with a haughty breath, "I'm not... upset with you. I just need a moment."

Taken by surprise at Alcina's collectedness, Donna watched her with a new budding curiosity. Under a normal circumstance, calling Alcina out on anything would have gotten anyone a thrashing whip of biting words. The easily prodded cantankerous temper of their Matriarch was not just hearsay, and sent whomever off licking their wounds and tail between their legs. Donna had always been an exception to the harshest wrath, but not completely immune. Since her time with this new human lover, Alcina's demeanor had drastically changed, for the better no doubt, but even this seemed off brand for her character. Still, she wasn't objecting.

After the bloated pause, Alcina took a rather large gulp of her drink and turned to find Donna still standing where she had been, statuesque yet soft.

"You're right," she uttered smoothly, swallowing the lump of annoyance in her throat, "I have been absent and for that I apologize. This should not have been placed on your shoulders as heavily as it has. I promise to be present in the ways I should have been from here on out."

Try as she may, Alcina knew this would have come to fruition at some point. She had been running from this as much as she could, hiding away in you and your world away from her own, but Donna was right; what would happen if something were to take a turn for the worst and she was unreachable. The distance this meant for you and her made her wince, but Alcina was the largest component to the undergrounds defenses, she needed to be closer to her post and more often.

"Thank you."

The softness of her reply knocked Alcina out of her thoughts and she tilted her head gently, catching warm brown eyes staring at her thoughtfully.

"There's no need to thank me, dear Donna..." she began, swept up in more and more emotion, "I shouldn't need to be reminded of my duties. It's just that I... in truth - I..." Alcina dropped her slate-colored hues to her glass, "have not handled this well. I am used to always being on top. Persevering and prevailing at any and all obstacles that come my way," her tone dipped low as she made her way back to the mantlepiece and leaned against it, "there has always been very little that's thwarted me in getting my way, or pushing back enough to ever throw me off balance, and I haven't faced an adversary as such since I became a vampire. The blood disease that would have killed me was the only thing in my mortal life to take me down. When I was bled nothing could touch me, nothing deadly enough to stop me, maim me in such a way I could no longer continue. Not even Mother Miranda... she may have knocked me down several notches, but I... I pushed through her just as I had everything else."

Alcina's eyes grew deeper and strongly stitched to the flames as they danced in their rhythmic pattern, she swallowed as memories enveloped her, and in such rare fashion she opened the gates to let Donna in as she had only a few times before.

"This... melee, this silent upheaval..." her voice dropped to a whisper now, "has shaken me. Rattled the foundation of everything I am. This helplessness I feel, this fear, is palpable and..." Alcina looked up to Donna who was now quite close to her, "as I was unable to run from the disease that was going to end my life, this new foe emits the same perilousness and I know I cannot run from it, while I tempt to convince myself I can... I am afraid, Donna. I am afraid of this unknown. I found a place to run to, and I know it won't keep this at bay, I know. Forgive me for giving into my weakness... it was never my intention to leave you alone."

Donna was indeed lost for words.

The grand Matriarch that Alcina had always been was the strongest and most impenetrable wall of fortified strength, it made even Mother Miranda seem pale in comparison. While she was one of the very few to know her heart, her real self, the softness and realness, weaknesses even, she had never heard Alcina admit to being afraid. Ever. The attack she narrowly survived was surely this result. Sylvia had made mention to Karl she was unsure Alcina would make it, and Karl in turn relayed that to Donna. There was no wonder everyone was so deeply rattled by these mutants. And perhaps Alcina, in her infinite, unbreakable facade, tried to convince herself that she was still untouchable, when clearly she was not. Now Donna understood that was not the case, she was just as scared as everyone else.

She sighed and tossed her better judgement aside.

Encasing Alcina in a sincere embrace, Donna held her there without a word for a moment, saving her tampered ego any more shame or guilt it didn't need.

"You are forever a phoenix in my eyes, dear friend, and you are not alone. A chosen sister of the Beneviento family unfortunately renders you completely bound to us, be that good or bad," Donna jested flatly, eliciting a gentle chuckle from the woman in her arms, "we'll weather any storm together, I promise."

Donna always knew what to say. As they parted Alcina smiled warmly down at the woman before her. They'd been through so much together already, surely this would not be the end of it.

"Nothing at all?"

"Nope, nada."

Alcina clenched her jaw. Whether in annoyance or relief was uncertain.

"It looks like some maintenance had been done to some wiring but other than that I can't see anything out of the ordinary. Granted, I didn't tap into every phone line because that would take hours upon hours to listen in on everyone's conversations to make sure everything was going to the right places, and really I just don't have time for - "

"Oh for hell sake, Heisenberg, I don't need the drivel."

"Touchy much?" he teased, straightening his hat.

Her scowl was enough to tell him to tread lightly, "unnecessary commentary is a waste of my time, though I realize it is one of your fondest past-times with -"

"Stretch, you are a fucking vampire - I'm a lycan - immortals, that's us, time is literally all we have."

"Yes, and wasting it listening to your long winded stinky breath isn't how I plan to spend mine."

Karl narrowed his eyes at her smug switch in attitude and huffed, "look, I did what you asked, can I be excused now, warden?"

Alcina amusedly raised both eyebrows, "oh, you're suddenly asking permission?"

"Absofuckinglutely not," he spat, "toodle-fucking-loo. I'm out. Enjoy your night and don't let any doors hit your big ass on the way out, though it may be a close call depending -"

Alcina's snarl sent him off in a flash chuckling like the clown he was, and her eyes boring holes in the back of his unkept hairy little head until he rounded a corner down the corridor.

Nothing about the start of this night had gone how she had expected or wanted. From the moment she woke to her daughters arguing about god knows what, to her conversation with Donna, and now this fruitless news from Heisenberg; was there ever an end to this taxing fucking maze?

She had no doubt you would be understanding to her having to take a few days away again, but it didn't make it any easier having to prepare for the conversation. Alcina had to harden herself to the harsh facts of what needed to be handled at the forefront. The timeline was uncertain and convoluted. Dmitri had been silent for days. Everything seemed too silent on all ends. And you, you were her only reprieve. Now to be shoved into the dark unknown along with everything else until this came to a head to be cut off. If anything, it gave her new drive to force herself through this invisible barrier with more force and virility than ever before to be done with it. She was Alcina goddamn fucking Dimitrescu; Matriarch to the Underground City of Vampires and Lycan Alliance. Enough of this running.

Alcina walked with purpose back through the city, keeping her focus on the sound of her heels on the cobblestone streets as she headed towards the manor. Her thoughts wouldn't be silencing themselves anytime soon and the restlessness of the, not so out of reach, future of the unknown had tacked its weight down on her shoulders. It would be dealt with.

In the meantime... she had a lovely little human on the upside waiting for her.

And she needed your love and affection more than anything at the moment.

The city was bustling with vampires as she slipped her way through the side streets and lesser travelled avenues, Alcina was not in the mood for interaction and flitted through silently.

In the shadows, a paunchy silhouette was tagging along behind just as silently until her tall figure vanished up the steps to a corridor leading into the world of humans.

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born-to-riot · 4 months

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Chapter 5: Le Plat Principale

Before Eris has a chance to further assess the situation or finish analyzing his chances of being stabbed in any theoretical crossfire that may or may not about to take place, the High Lady of the Night Court decides to open her mouth and fuck everything up.

“I’m bored. Azriel, let’s change seats,” Feyre declares, silencing the room, the only sound being the slight clink of the High Lady's cutlery as she places it back down on the table.

Eris blinks. Did she say Azriel? He blinks again.

Contrary to popular belief, Eris Vanserra did have feelings. He has a heart and as much as he loathes to admit it, he does fall guilty to being influenced by its whims. Whether that’s a good or bad thing remains to be seen; however, as now his heart is quite literally compelling him to follow his stupid mate into a metaphorical lion’s den. ‘Family Dinner at the Night Court.’ What the fuck.

Initially just expecting to get a front row seat to Azriel’s family drama, Eris Vanserra finds himself disappointed yet ultimately not surprised when the arrival of Lucien at the Night Court family dinner forces his own problems to be served up as part of the main course.

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this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it · 13 days

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Ok, so as I said in my post about that article where Kurtzman basically said that filler episodes should be avoided in Star Trek, I started talking about Farscape in the tags, but it started getting too long, so I want to make a separate post.

I was thinking about "filler" episodes in Farscape, and as I was looking through Farscape episodes, I realized that a lot of Farscape episodes can be considered "filler". I've recently started calling them "stand alone" eps, though. It sounds more accurate. I noticed that most of the time in Farscape, the major plot advances are in the multiple-episode arcs a couple times per season. Like, most of season 1 was what you would call standalone eps. Did it further the plot of "the peacekeepers are after us and John has wormhole knowledge that Scorpius will do anything to get?" mostly no. We see it in Nerve/Hidden Memory, and then at the end of the season in Family Ties. Then in Mind the baby (2x01) they're still inside of the main story arc of dealing with the peacekeepers who are after them and putting Talyn in danger also. Episode 5 is important for a lot of backstory (but also character driven). And then we don't get into any more major movement of the plot until the Look At the Princess trilogy (s2 eps 11-13).

And then the next time the plot gets moved forward is in the Liars, Guns, and Money trilogy (s2 eps 19-21), and then in Die Me, Dichotomy and Season of Death (s2 ep 22 and s3 ep 1).

And then Self-Inflicted Wounds parts 1 and 2 (s3 eps 3-4). Then ep 6 (Eat Me) is critical to the storyline of the rest of the season.

Actually, I'm looking at the season 3 eps, and season 3 is a pretty equal balance between plot advancement and character/relationship development. But especially with the multi-part episodes like the Infinite Possibilities 2-parter, and the Into the Lion's Den 2-parter there's plot advancement.

The season 4 eps 2-3 are major plot episodes. And then no more plot-heavy eps until Unrealized Reality, Kansas, and Terra Firma (eps 11-13). and I guess the rest of the season is actually pretty plot heavy except for ep 14. It doesn't sacrifice the character interaction and development, but the plot is moved forward or is key to the overall arc for the rest of the series after that.

So really, only less than a 3rd of Farscape episodes further the overall story along. Most other episodes are important for character development and world building. Some of them are true stand alones in that there isn't really a lot of character development, either, just kind of like a fun ep (Like Through the Looking Glass or John Quixote).

So idk, it's kind of like there are 3 types of episodes in a lot of shows. I'm thinking of Farscape, Firefly, Fringe, and Star Trek here (like TOS, TNG, VOY, DS9). There are plot heavy episodes that contribute to the overall plot or main story arc, episodes that develop characters either in relation to the plot or just backstories, and then eps that nothing really happens except a fun adventure. With Firefly I actually don't really know if they developed a min storyline yet, except for the whole thing with River. I guess that was supposed to be the main arc? But most episodes were kind of standalone eps. Like adventure of the week kinds of things which allowed for character development and character interactions/relationship development. Fringe had a bunch of "monster of the week" episodes. Some of them gave character backstories or expanded what we know about the characters, but didn't really push the arc forward (or at least you didn't realize it at the time, but like 10 episodes later it turned out to be something significant lol).

But shows like Gilmore Girls... I guess shows like that are character driven most of the time. Most of the story arcs had to do with relationships. And there were arcs like Lorelai and Sookie opening their own inn, and there were a couple episodes that almost fully revolved around that. But it doesn't really have one main storyline or arc. Even sitcoms are like this. the story arcs are usually relationship related and each ep is kind of stand alone.

I'm thinking this main storyline and filler episode thing is unique to scifi shows, actually??? Specifically the "old" ones before they started making shows that only have 6-13 episode seasons.

New Star Trek series like Picard and Discovery are 98% plot and 2% character or relationship stuff. Same with a show I watched recently called Emergence. Character relationships were developed, but every episode contributed to the one storyline. Also currently watching Containment and it's the same way. Both of those shows had 13 episodes.

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gayliketheancients · 3 months

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Welcome to the challenge prompt AU

Hello friends, and welcome back to Gay✨ has brainrot for her own fanfic. This post is a welcome to the AU guide where I explain what we’re looking at.

Before I say anything else, a PSA. Fuck JKR. LGBT rights are human rights. How did she write the most queer coded characters and then be like “sorry, only Fumbledore is gay. Love him!” Lol nah.

This au is based loosely off the criteria in this post, where the lovely anonymousqualities called into the Tumblr void for someone to take on their idea. I’ve heard their call, they looked over my outline, and I am posting part one today! Woo! The OG prompt was meant to be plotless, kinda crack fic ish, but I don’t know how to quit when I’m ahead so there will be a good deal of lore-building/lore-fixing from the source material.

Enjoy! ✨

Timeline: Halloween 1981 - Harry’s 8th year

Title ideas (taking suggestions):

The Age of Silver and Gold Alliances (currently the one I like most)

Snake in the lion den, lion in the snake pit

Mirror images, distorted reflections

Ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, NobleFlower, RoseKiller, PandaLily, platonic MoonWater, Drarry (in the future), and more!

Things it will be featuring:

Regulus raising Harry

Harry and Draco becoming friends as young children

Regulus being a spy for James - but not the Order, never the Order. Him building a resistance of former death eaters with Narcissa Malfoy’s help.

Harry being a prodigy - and a scary one at that

Lily and James are alive (surprise! Regulus put them in a coma and adopted their son!)

BAMF Minerva McGonagall and BAMF Narcissa Malfoy

Snape gets an actual reception arc instead of dying a trash lord (hello, Uncle Severus)

And so much more!!!

A link to the series ❤️

1-There Is No One Else

Regulus saves Lily, James, and Harry. Minerva saves him. Custody changes, Remus goes ape shit on Dumbledore, and the smallest moments of context.

2-Family Home

Regulus raising Harry from ages 1-4 (ft Grandma Minerva), meeting Miss Cissy and Draco

So many cute moments in this one.

3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid

Harry Potter becomes the Master of Death on his 5th birthday. It's like playing where's Waldo, but instead, it's where are Harry's uncles???

Narcissa starts the resistance of exclusively wives of Death Eaters (blood magic pta moms)

Uncle Moony, Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Barty, Uncle Sev

4-Ragtag Little Family

Regulus just wants to hold a family meeting. But you can't hold a family meeting unless you can get the whole family in the same place.

A prison break, wolfstar reunion, wolfsbane potion trials, blood magic pta moms get a name, another prison break, a unicorn, a rat, and a birthday.

(happy adoption day, Uncle Moony)

5-Moony, Bobcat, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to introduce Harry James Potter-Black

6-Mirror Images, Distorted Reflections

Harry's last year before Hogwarts. Lily and James are awake, we get the family meeting Regulus has been wanting, and everyone tries to figure out how to function again.

7-Forbidden knowledge and misunderstood monsters

Year One (in progress)

8-Turns (in the tides of war)

9-The choice no one gets to make

10-The ones who lived

11-I love (the ghost of) you

12-Roads unseen guide us home

13-Always and forever with you

Fan Art (yall, you have no idea how exciting it was to even just typer that omg)

From our beloved prompt giver, @anonymousqualities from little Luna in 4-Ragtag Little Family ❣️

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Beastie: chapter #6 GhostXFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language

This chapter is much longer then the others! You were warned! But I will not be posting the next 2 days. Word count 4,735.

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part 1.

Alejandro had sent someone into town try to find anything they could on El Sin Nombre that would be useful. It was someone he had that was playing both sides. They had gained trust with the cartel and El Sin Nombre while giving that information to Alejandro.

Alejandro had called for a meeting on a rooftop of a building in front of the safe house that he already knew of.

"My source told me that they are all gathering here tonight."

Soap was looking through at the house with binoculars.

"La casa of El Sin Nombre?"

"No, one of his lieutenants. My sources tell me all the VIPs in Las Almas will be there tonight. Some are invited... some are..," Alejandro's words drifted off to help imply.

"Volun-told?" Asked Graves.

"Yes."

"What's the meet about?"

"Us." He said in Spanish. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire. But like all of their gatherings, it'll have drugs, women, and guns I'm sure." This is where the conversation shifted. Alejandro turned to face Y/N now who had been standing behind them all while they scoped out the safe house that looked to be built like a fortress. The others saw the shift in the conversation, turning to follow him as well to see what his plan was.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost asked to confirm.

"No guarantees, but this is our best shot for now."

"Then we take it, I have enough Shadows here to take over the whole damn country." Graves cockily said, hands strapped through the shoulders of his vest.

"I'd prefer if you didn't" Alejandro said shortly, reminding Graves that he is to help in this situation, not take over.

"Just sayin', one house shouldn't be a problem."

"We need Sin Nombre alive," Ghost said, again shutting down Graves.

"Well... we need to meet him."

"How?" asked Soap.

"Give them what they want, Intel." Graves stated matter-of-factly. "They wanna know who's here? Let's tell 'em."

"My source tells me there is a group of escorts that will be brought in around 2200," Alejandro said looking at Y/N. Her eyes narrowed at the Colonel. She didn't like where this was going.

"Why does that matter?" She asked him arms crossing staring him down. Say it shit head, she thought in her head knowing exactly where this was going.

"We could get you in that group and into the gathering to be a set of eyes and ears that way. I will find a way in as well."

"I'll go too." Soap said, knowing the conversation was about to turn heated.

"You want me to pretend to be a fucking escort." She said to him, the ending of it was supposed to sound like a question, but it came out as a statement. Accusatory.

"Well... yeah. I think the more we can get inside this gathering for eyes and ears, the more helpful it would be to breach the inside when the time comes."

"I'll go." repeated Soap trying to defuse the situation further. His second attempt.

"You want to send me into the lions den, no weapons to defend myself... as a fucking escort," she repeated. "Alejandro I respect the hell out of you, but there is no way I'm doing that."

"I'll go," Soap said for the third time.

"They wanna know who's here, let's tell them in person." Graves said next splitting up the discussion that he clearly was finding interesting now.

"In person?" Alejandro asked not following what he was meaning wanting him to elaborate.

"Correcto."

"We get one of us inside, find the boss, and roll him up."

"I'll do it," Soap for the fourth and final time.

"You go in there, and they'll kill you hermano."

Like they wouldn't to kill me? Or... she shuddered at the other thought of what could happen as an escort.

"Think you should go." Ghost said over to her from across his shoulder while Alejandro, Soap and Graves discussed their ideas together.

"You can't be serious," she said back to him.

"I'll make sure you're armed, I'll find a way for you to communicate and I'll take overwatch. I won't let them touch you. It'll be nice to have someone inside in case things go south and Johnny needs help."

Her face was one of mortification. "I'm not made to be a spy, I'm made to be a soldier."

"You can do it, " his tone getting annoyed, "you will do it."

"I don't take orders from you," she scoffed, surprised by his change of words.

"One simple phone call, and I'll tell Laswell to tell you to do it." he challenged. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine." she glowered to him.

Alejandro finished up his conversation with Soap telling him he had balls, confirming he would be sent in.

"It's settled then, I'll take overwatch, shadow circles the target in a helo."

"Roger that, they are going to want proof." Graves ripped off a patch. "Show them this." He handed it to Soap. Y/N still stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, annoyed with the whole situation.

"All right, lets get after it." Graves said dismissing the meeting.

Soap caught up with her, jogging as he did to try to match her fast and heated pace. "I'm sorry Lass, I tried."

"It's fine," she said shortly.

"I know you don't want to, but your brave for still going. I'm just telling myself that we came to stop a missile. I need to do what I can."

She glanced up at him. How did he seem to know how to calm her down? This is the second time he had managed to do so. His outlook on this helped her see through her red haze of being forced to do this. "I'm sorry, Soap. You're brave... or crazy for volunteering to go in there. I'm not sure which."

" 'Ey, I'll do what is needed." He said trying to down play it.

Graves got into a vehicle to head to the aircraft for his own preparations.

Alejandro got into the drivers side, Ghost the passenger seat, leaving Soap and Y/N in the back seat. She tried to make herself small, still pissed with how Ghost had spoke to her. She felt like a new recruit all over again taking orders. Alejandro was looking at her in the rear view mirror, trying to make eye contact for any sort of idea of how she was feeling or what she was thinking. She could tell he was, but paid no mind.

Once they arrived at base, Alejandro finally spoke. "Y/N, come with me." After a big huff to calm herself, she closed the door of the vehicle, following quickly to stay with Alejandro's stride. She knew Ghost was watching her, but she refused to look at him.

"Thank you," Alejandro said over his shoulder to her.

"Don't mention it," she said flatly, she was trying to not be disrespectful but was far from comfortable doing this.

"The one who is my source, she has a dress you can use. I believe it'll fit."

"Your source is a woman? Why can't she go?"

"She's already had contact with some of the ones who will be at this gathering, I can't risk her too with the chance of being recognized. I wouldn't ask this of you if I had a different option. I'm grateful you are doing it, thank you."

She nodded, done talking ready to just get this done with. Alejandro introduced her to his source, her name Isabella. The source advised her where to meet with the other girls, it was west of the other side of the building near a pool, opposite of where Soap would be entering.

"I don't think anyone will notice an extra, men don't pay attention to quantity as much as they do quality," the girl joked with her, earning a small dark smile from Y/N.

Isabella presented her with a black lace dress, that ironically fit her like a glove even though it wasn't originally bought for her.

"Beautiful," Isabella said as she zipped up the back of the dress. Y/N pulled on a pair of opened toe black heeled boots that Isabella had also given her. Her hair had been twisted up quickly, in a messy hair pin. If anything I can use the hairpin to stab someone in the eye if needed.... she thought to herself

Isabella placed a hand on her arm, tracing up the black and white tattoos on her left arm and then on down her colorful right arm. "These make you look like you could be a killer though."

"Little late, they are going to have to come with." Y/N said, tongue curt being a smart ass.

"You will blend in regardless." Isabella placed some make up on Y/N face.

"Great."

Y/N exited the room she had been given with Isabella to get ready.

"Steamin' Jesus," Soap said upon seeing Y/N. It was admiration that's for sure. Y/N wasn't in the mood for it.

"Not a fucking word." She said to both him and Ghost as she walked by. Her only warning she was going to give. She refused to make eye contact still. Her mind kept thinking over and over in hear head that she looked like a hooker.

They climbed back into the truck. Soap was in more normal clothes to appear to look like a regular civilian, she was sure he also didn't have any weapons on him self as well. Ghost had a sniper rifle with him resting against his knee.

"You look nice," Soap said over to her trying to make her feel better. She nodded to him, not saying anything. She instead looked out the window.

They arrived close enough to all recon to their locations. Ghost going to head up a large hill to be able to watch, Alejandro heading towards the house to find a way in, and Soap would stay with the vehicle.

"You do look nice. Didn't realize you were tattooed," Ghost said to her as she shut the door on the vehicle. Once more, she chose silence.

"Here," Ghost said breaking the dead air he had given her so she could speak if she had chose to. It was a small knife, maybe 2 inches long at the most. "I would hide it here," he said tapping on his own sternum.

"Between my breasts?" she quickly quipped, irritation and sarcasm still dripping from her words. Oh how she enjoyed being a smart ass tonight. She knew what he meant, but clearly looked for a reason to be difficult with him.

"Yes." he said bluntly, nearly dead panning, "the sheath has a clip that should be able to hook to the inside. "Put this in you ear once you're on the inside,"

he said handing her a small earbud, "its not an actual radio, but you should be able to communicate with me at least."

"Phenomenal," she said dryly, taking the items and walking past him, side stepping aggressively as she did.

"Hey," he said louder to her, making her stop and look at him. "It's guna' be ok."

This did something to her... it was his way of showing concern to her and she was being an absolute bitch. She felt guilt now.

Her eyes locked with him briefly before she broke eye contact, giving him a nod of acknowledgment and the cold shoulder all at once. She turned on her heel and headed towards the meeting point of the other escorts. She slipped the knife between the valley of her breasts, hooking it into the lace of the dress.

Finally, she saw a gaggle of girls heading up to the building. As she got closer, the building looked like a damn modern day castle to her. Tall, large with many floors, most open with glass. Least that should benefit Ghost. She joined the group, choosing to blend in. There was about 15 total, making her feel more confident in Isabella thinking she could mingle in with them.

The group of girls stood outside the fence as they waited for either for them to open or someone come get them. Y/N finally saw two guards approaching.

"Ladies!" they yelled greeting them, making a few of the girls wave and yell back. Y/N's heart was pounding, trying her hardest to appear calm and that she fit in... in a place she most definitely did not.

The gates open, no pat down or bag checks happening on any of them... She could of came better armed.

All at once, she realized she was exposed on the left outer flank of the group. "Senorita," one of the guards said to her, finger trailing her arm. "Look at you," he whistled, "You like pain do ya'?" He asked referring to her tattoos. She gave a hesitant smile, trying to mask that she wanted to break his hand, giving any attempt to act docile and feminine. Her pace quickened as she tried to stay with the group of girls so she had some sort of sense of security.

Little did you know Ghost saw the whole thing, trying his best at not picking the guard off. Disliking that his hand lingered on you that long.

He radioed out to the others you were in since you were unable to communicate with them.

Y/N was finally inside a large room where mingling seem to begin. She attempted to break away, finding what looked like a bathroom. There she placed the earbud in her ear, hiding it with a large piece of her hair, and turned it on.

"Beastie to Ghost," she called out.

"Make it in ok?"

"So much for not letting them touch me," her voice covered with disgust, shivering as she thought about the guards touch.

"I saw, was hard for me to not take him out right there."

She took that as a compliment, stashing it in her ego.

"Soap get in alright?"

"He did, just shortly after you. Sounds like they are going to take him down below."

"They haven't yet? Do I try to meet up with him?"

"Think you can move through the house without getting caught?"

"Most definitely, all of them seem.... distracted none the less." This caused a break in Ghost's radio traffic telling her he had found it amusing.

"Don't let them get distracted by you either." His tone low.

"What do you mean by that?" Her tone playful, again playing dumb with him. Opposite of his.

"You're stunning."

She stopped, her eyes wide, breathing hitched. She was not expecting something so bold from him.

"Are you flirting with me?" She asked finally finding her voice.

"Take it however you need to."

That bastard.

Now he was back his distant self. Still, this caused her to chuckle and shake her head. She left the bathroom, seeing another door that lead into the hallway. No guards, she thought to herself seeing as they were all busy talking to or looking at the other company she arrived with.

Quickly, Y/N power walked to the door into the hallway. Heading to the right knowing it would take her further into the residence towards the front where Soap would of entered. Taking her time, she slipped in between doorways and furniture when she would hear people get close. There, shortly after she saw Soap being taken into an elevator.

"I see him," she said quietly to Ghost.

"Good. His status?"

"Alive and well," the light of the elevator showing they were indeed heading to the floor below.

"Good, Alejandro was with him, not sure where he went."

''Can you tell if there is stairs nearby?" She asked worried she was going to lose her proximity to Soap.

"Keep headin' right, look to be a set that go the entire way up and down of the house."

"Who need's a fucking house this big?"

"A Cartel Lieutenant, come on Beastie, don't be so daft."

"Oh you're funny now too huh?"

"I'm funny all the time."

She had found the stairs and flipped off the direction Ghost would of been.

"Well hello to you too." Signifying he had seen her and her message for him.

She stood in the stairwell for a bit, before taking the chance to try to be quiet and sneak to where Soap was. Voices could be heard... one that of woman. The hallways she moved in was long, built with stone. No one seemed to be around, making her feel a bit braver heading towards the voices. She stopped when she could see two men packing what looked to be cocaine.

A gunshot was shortly heard, making her blood run cold. Y/N stood still trying to decide what had just happened. Next she could hear the door at the end of the hall opening and footsteps approaching.

Fuck, she thought turning and hightailing it back to the stairwell. Carefully, she peeked an eye around the corner as she would if she was clearing a room, sure she had no gun, but she knew how to not be seen.

There she saw a woman leading a man that was pushing Soap. She wanted to sigh, grateful that gunshot wasn't meant for him. The elevator doors closed, and then it dinged telling her it was moving. She ducked out of the stairwell looking at the top of the elevator, seeing that all the floors were lit up... She didn't know where he was going.

"Ghost," she quietly called out.

"You alright? Heard that gunshot," the fact that they had been silent for so long nearly killing him after hearing it.

"I'm fine, so is Soap. Bag is off his head, he is with a woman and man with terrible fashion taste. All the lights on the floors of the elevator are on so I don't know where they are going," she said moving up the stairwell again.

Ghost was bouncing back and forth radio frequencies, and trying to locate the others through the glass. She started moving faster, at the top of the first floor.

"He's on first floor with Alejandro. The man with the terrible fashion taste," Ghost said to her as he was leading up to something else he was going to say.

"Go on," Y/N said waiting, following Soap and Alejandro as they all moved around on the first floor.

"His name is Diego. He has a key card for El Sin Nombre, think you can get it from him?"

"Where is he?"

"Second floor on the ofrenda."

"On it," she said heading back to the stairwell to get to the second floor.

A couple guards taking their post and moving down the hall altered her. She held her breath letting them move past her while she hid on other side of the wall. Then she opened the door and snuck into where Diego was standing.

"Well, what do we have here?" He asked him seeing her enter the room.

Fuck, she thought to herself for the second time tonight.

"Are you lost, chica?" he asked approaching her.

"Was sent up here to you," she lied trying to find a way through this.

"By who?"

"Not sure, was just told to come find you, the guards helped me." She said trying to sound sweet and innocent.

Diego stalked her, making her feel dirty under her black dress. He stood before her, his smile menacing.

"So little," he said in Spanish. "Whores aren't allowed up here, but I bet you're so tight I'll make the exception." Her heart hit the bottom of her stomach. His hand was reaching to play with her hair, making her heart beat faster. He was going to see her earpiece. By the twist in his face, she knew he did. He reached for his holstered gun. Her hands reached into the dip of her chest, pulling the knife out and ramming into his throat before he could get his gun out.

His face was shocked, hands running up to his throat, blood pouring out onto her hands. She pushed harder into his neck, grunting as she did, his body falling to the ground. Pulling the knife out, she stabbed him in the neck on the other side of where she just had to be sure he was dead.

"Beastie, you alright?"

"Thank you for that knife. Diego is down."

"Good girl," his voice rumbling with pride.

Oh, God. She thought intently. What was it going to take for him to say that to her again. Y/N search Diego's pockets, finally finding the key card everyone was looking for.

"You want to buy a house in Las Almas? Just so you know... the home owner did die in it so I'm sure you'll get it for a hell of a deal."

There was no break in the traffic this time, she heard the low chuckle he had. "You're dark sweetheart."

Jesus Christ. That's all it took? Some dark humor? She'd write that down so she would remember.

"Got your key card," she said wiping her hands and the card on the rug getting rid of Diego's blood.

"Soap is waiting at the bottom of the deck, get it to him," Ghost grumbled. Silently, she moved around the corner and outside, seeing Soap, she carefully dropped the key card off the veranda to him. She hung off the side, giving Ghost a good look at her.

"Good job, Beastie," Soap said smiling at her as he caught the card heading around.

"Get to the roof," Ghost told her. Soap already sprinting in the direction of the elevator.

Her blood ran cold from yelling. Diego's body had been found. She glanced up at the direction Ghost would be, quietly thinking about what she was going to do.

Her hands gripped the side of the deck she threw the keycard down. She could jump, or try to get to the elevator or stairs on the floor she was on. More then likely they were already crawling on the floor below her too. She looked up. That was the last level above her, above that was the roof. That's where she needed to be. She started to climb the oferanda that was above her, getting her closer to where she needed to be.

"Cheeky girl." He muttered to her.

She couldn't pay attention to it this time, too busy pulling herself up.

"Puttin' on quite the show."

Y/N snorted, she was sure she looked fucking ridiculous in the black boots and black dress, scaling the side of the building. With her strength she hoisted herself up and inside, this level sounding less chaotic already.

"Wish I'd of grabbed a gun."

"My knife not good any more for ye'?"

"Think I might need more then that."

"Got you covered for now. Go find Soap and Alejandro."

Carefully she rounded the corner, finding Soap and Alejandro in front of two double doors.

"Beastie." Soap said whispering to her, handing her a pistol he found.

"Did you tell him to give me a gun?"

"Told you I had you covered."

She smiled.

Soap and Alejandro had a camera under the door, Soap watching and listening. Y/N chose to provide security and coverage in case anyone came in.

"No fucking way," Soap whispered

"What is it?" She turned her head to the side to listen to their conversation.

"The sicaria I met is El Sin Nombre. Valeria."

"Valeria. You sure hermano?"

"Yes."

"Graves, were moving in." Alejandro said into his mask.

"Check."

"Ghost?"

"Ready."

Y/N raised her gun prepared to clear the room as Soap opened the double doors.

Quickly she dropped two before taking cover and letting them fire in return. Soap leaned around the corner and took the other out allowing them to head out towards the roof.

Graves was already there, the helo approaching giving her commands. Finally she dropped to her knees, letting Soap cuff her. She stood back under the awning let it all pan out.

Once she saw them boarding the helo, Y/N turned and started to head down and out. The helo was way too crowded for her liking and someone needed to get the truck back anyway.

She tried to be mindful, but the house seemed vacant, everyone dispersing after the helo moved in along with the rest of the Shadows.

"What are you doing Beastie?" Ghost asked.

"You didn't go back with them?"

"No, saw you go inside, told them to get her out. What are you doing?"

"Heading for the truck."

"I'll meet you out front."

Her eyebrows raised, she really figured Ghost would make them come get him. But sure as shit, there he was not far off from the residence waiting for her.

He pulled forward, saving it so she didn't have to walk so far. Opening the door, she plopped into the passenger seat, and groaned. She was exhausted.

"You did good." His eyes were on the road, speeding through town back to the base where she was being held.

"Thanks." she muttered quietly. "Thanks for the help."

"I didn't have to help you. You did fine."

"You navigated me. Gave me the knife."

"You'd of managed."

So he was back to this... Chatty on comms and quiet out of work. She looked out the window, hand already on the door handle seeing the helo getting ready to land in front of the trailer Valeria would be kept in.

Y/N and Ghost both watched it land, El Sin Nombre getting out on her own accord, following Graves and Alejandro to the trailer. Y/N opened the door on the trailer so they could all enter.

"Have whores doing your work now too?" Valeria asked Alejandro as she glanced Y/N up and down.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Y/N warned.

Valeria was stunned needless to say Y/N spoke Spanish to her, and that she was brave enough to threaten her.

"Such a pretty girl with a courageous mouth. Covered in blood with all those tattoos." She cooed and made a tck noise like it was a disappointment to her. "Should come to my side, I won't make you work like these pigs do."

The men's attention bounced back and forth watching the two females verbally spar with each other like it was a tennis match.

"I don't think you are in much position to be offering anything right now. I'd shut the fuck up and listen if I were you."

Y/N could tell Ghost was impressed from the short snort of air he released out, satisfied with her answer to Valeria seeming as it did in fact shut her up for the time being.

Graves began asking questions making Y/N learn that Valeria and Alejandro knew each other from being in the Mexican Army together. Valeria continuously running her mouth to the poor Colonel. Valeria had betrayed Alejandro and his men...

It went back and forth for awhile. Ghost seemingly tired of the deflection Valeria was giving.

"You're a narco harboring a terrorist."

"Terrorism is good for business. It is insurance."

It was here where Y/N was starting to understand. If there is terrorism going on, no one pays attention to the drug running. Alejandro had not caught on, asking her what that even meant.

It was here Valeria started yelling at him, making Y/N patience snap. She went to step forward, Ghost's arm coming out to stop her. Graves reached around and pushed Valeria back into her chair, making her stop yelling. "As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. To find your so called terrorist and your missiles, you need me." She said smugly. And then she mocked Alejandro, "To prevent bloodshed."

"Fucking cunt," Y/N said quietly, more for herself. Ghost looking at her out the corner of his eye, a warning.

"I'm not doing this," Alejandro said.

"Doesn't change anything." Soap countered.

"It changes everything! Fuck! Don't make a deal with her, it won't end well." He turned to leave, upset and angry.

Y/N used this to leave as well, tired of having to keep her temper in check. She would call Laswell and notify her what had happened.

"Good bye pretty girl!" Valeria called out to Y/N. Y/N shook her head, knowing Valeria was using this for bait. She headed to her room to grab fresh clothes to change into after a shower and grabbed her phone. She would call Laswell as soon as she was clean from Diego's dried blood on her skin.

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