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makoodles · 1 year

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okay but imagine marine biologist!reader making an off handed comment about missing her avatar as she and the children return from free-diving after Ronal asks if she’s alright because she’s clearly a little out of breath.

and suddenly she’s being interrogated by the entire family. the reader awkwardly reveals she had an avatar of her own because it had been more practical to use as she studied the oceans except it had been lost to her when the ship had sealed off before sinking during the first war. but there was a good chance it was still intact in it’s cryopod as the ship had a backup batteries that could last a century even underwater.

there’s a look of devastation on Ronal’s face as she realizes what could have been if the avatar was present. and Tonowari seems to be thinking the same thing as he angrily stomps out of the marui. because the two had been very obviously in love with the sky demon but would not pursue it due to their obvious differences. the next morning Jake Sully finds himself in the middle of the ocean with a very desperate Tonowari with the hopes they can recover the avatar for Ronal to preform the consciousness change thing.

and Jake is so fucking confused but down with it after Tonowari reassured him that the reader isn’t sick or anything. that he just thinks she’s deserving of this after everything she’s done to help the clan after turning on her people all those years ago. and that it wouldn’t hurt to get her into a safer body with the coming war.

and Ronal would be so fucking cocky when the reader asks if she can really preform the ritual.

but plot twist: after the reader is put into her avatar, the Sully children are unbelievably supportive as they take it up upon themselves to show her the Metkayina ways, causing some mixed feelings from Neytiri who had never really given the reader much of a second thought despite her presence among the family when she was human. though now? now she’s actually seeing the reader. and it makes Ronal so fucking jealous because Neytiri keeps pulling the “now that you’ve gotten your avatar, you’ve forgotten us?” card to emotionally guilt the reader whenever she feels that she’s spending too much time with the Metkayina family.

to add onto my marine biologist ask - maybe it’s the RDA that bring back the reader’s avatar? just Quaritch using it to blackmail the reader and the na’vi are so fucking confused and a little angry the the reader keeps going to extreme lengths to protect her avatar even if it means nearly killing herself in the process. it just doesn’t make sense to them because they’ve already accepted her as a human.

one thing leads to another and she takes that bullet for Neteyam during the skirmish but the kids say fuck it. suddenly Lo’ak and Ao’nung are dragging the avatar out of the water and desperately asking Ronal and Neytiri to preform the consciousness change ritual. with Kiri’s help it works.

the reader wakes up on the rock and the kids are sobbing as they cling to her and there’s a moment of peace as even Jake let’s out a breathless laugh as he has to hold back tears but the peace is quickly broken when Ronal begins to lecture her for being a fucking idiot. asking if she happy that she got what she wanted after literally killing herself in the process of it. but she stops mid-sentence when her eyes flicker to the slight swelling in the avatar’s stomach.

even Tonowari is confused as Ronal finds herself at a loss of words. a long moment passes before she simply reaches out and places as hand on the reader’s belly in a sudden understanding.

and that’s when it clicks for them.

the RDA had not been using the reader’s avatar against her but rather the baby it harboured all those years in cryosleep. the baby she had mourned every day for fifteen years. there are a dozen questions from the children about the baby and it’s father but there’s a desperate and scared look from Jake as he’s reminded of Grace and her hard pregnancy.

for the first time Neytiri actually sees the reader for something more then just a sky demon. and she gets super fucking protective after they’ve returned to the village. reasoning that the reader pretty much died for her son so that kind of makes them family and as family it’s only fair she and Jake take care of the reader and her baby. but Ronal argues that the baby might have demon blood but they also have the blood of a water na’vi so they should be taken care of by water na’vi. the reader realizes the feud that’s growing so she thinks she can end it by simply moving into her own marui but it only actually makes it worse cause both families can pretty much walk in at anytime.

but it would be so cute if she named the baby after Lo’ak because the boy harbours so much guilt over her getting shot. believing she wouldn’t have been out there in the first place if it wasn’t for him. but she needs him to understand she isn’t angry at him about it.

broooooo!! i would read a full novel of this !! the kids being super protective over reader is so fucking cute too, especially when the parents are crushing so hard ksrjggh i love it

#and jealous ronal!! i'm foaming at the mouth at the thought #asks #pxelo #avatar headcanons

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themotherofblood · 11 months

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CHAPTER 1| RIVER OF GOLD |

The Lady | T.L x READER |

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~ and if I was a child, did matter? If you got to wash your hands. ~

“He scares me, just a little. Not a violent way I suppose but as if he knows everything about me, though he might if he paid for spies. I am to be his wife, never thought I’d lay with a Lannister and yet here I am. Father has forbade me from writing to Doran, he would be mad at me. Lannisters and us have had a bitter history, my sweet aunt lost at the cost of war but perhaps this would be my first taste of power. I would be his wife, I would hold the sword.”

Grey, the skies were grey in the Westerlands. Black adorned every noble lord and lady's bodies as they stood by the falls. Five children stood as they mourned the death of their mother, along with many other houses who had only come to pay respects; out of obligation. Only five young bodies knew the truth of what had happened.

"Our princess took a terrible fall." the Maesters and handmaidens said, a truth laced with an ugly lie.

Our mother killed herself

The silk that wrapped the former princess's body held the further truth, if one peaked in they would see her bashed left cheek from the impact, a little lower they would see her crushed collar bone and even lower they would see blackened bruises from the fall. They would also see scars, yellowing bruises and fingerprints all over her skin, the testament to the brutality she had to suffer at the hand of her lord husband.

She was gone, and a candle that all five children held in the storm; blew out with her. The oldest boy Jeagir stood with his arm around his sister, you. Her hands rested on the shoulders of her two younger sisters Ellia and Nyela and their Maester Crasden, that stood next to them with an asleep toddler in his arms; the youngest Loren.

While the younger girls wept silently, their older siblings silently boiled in rage. All four children were handed torches as they walked to the four corners of the pyre their mother laid on, a Dornish priest went on with words that were muffled in the noble children's ears. While some remembered the screams from that night, some could only hear the crackling fire in their hands. In unison they lit the four corners of their mother's final rest. She would be safer now, nobody would hurt her now.

Your mother had written to you six moons ago, "Fly back to me, child." She had written. Her Martell uncles had managed to get her on a ship within the next day of the letter's arrival. The ship flung the banner of House Martell and delights filled the cargo of the ship for their dear sister.

"Give her my love." Doran Martell had said as he kissed the top his niece's head, a girl he had raised as his own for the past twelve years.

The morning you arrived to Lannisport, your receiver and long friend Fredrick also brought the doomed message.

"Princess Elina took a terrible fall."

One look at your mother's dead body and the guilt in your mother's handmaiden's eyes, the horrified sullen eyes of your sisters and the rage in your brothers eyes. You knew.

Your mother killed herself.

He watched from high ground as the ship docked itself, five boats emerged from the ship. One with a golden pavilion shade, harbouring most likely a person of noble decent. He wondered if the Martells finally had come for his head, but out emerged a young lady at best in a pink Dornish dress, you.

His brother Kevan had rode down to the ports to enquire about the arriving party before riding back to his brother. Tywin watched as a man stood with the banner of his sworn house Maerilys, he watched as the man greeted you dressed in pink, then he watched you speak and for a moment all the colour drained from your face. It seemed as though everyone around you had frozen too, then he watched as your hand came up to your forehead, your lips widen as all the men and women that came with you hung their head low. A message came for him too, a rider rode out from Casterly Rock with the message.

"Princess Elina Martell of House Maerilys has passed."

Kevan too returned from the ports.

"That's Lord Maerilys's eldest daughter."

Tywin had arrived to Deep Den after the funeral, he had known Princess Elina personally having been a close companion to his late lady wife Joanna, the woman wasn't much older than him but he knew wits when he saw it, though he never liked the man she married. Lord Loren Maerilys, clearly named after his ancestor but Tywin knew that man held no kingly qualities. The house provided a good chuck of the Lannister fleet and armies, siege weapons and other labour personnel to Casterly Rock.

Lord Maerilys was a cruel man, the Mad King had his own reasons but Maerilys was another kind of evil, he flaunted his affairs in his lady wife's face, he beat her and humiliated her. Princess Elina on the other hand suffered through it all, many never understood why, she was Dornish. If she had written about the true brutality of her husband to her brothers. They would have landed an army right at her front gates to take her home. She never did, she suffered it all.

When you were born to the household, Lord Maerilys was not pleased, had it not been for his advisors and Maesters, he would have thrown your babbling form into the sea to wash off your existence, to another father you may have been a delight, a gorgeous little girl. But to your father, you were weakness, you couldn't carry their house's name.

Maester Crasden protected you as alittle girl as best he could, keeping you for longer lessons or away from your father's sight most times. However she you fell in the trap of your father's violence, instead of staying in your bedchambers one night as your mother's muffled wails rang through the halls, you hid a dagger stolen from the armoury in your skirts and walked into your parents chambers. Your little hands were ineffective, the blade you wielded ended up giving you a bigger cut than her father and a swollen bruise to her cheek from a backhanded slap.

"You insolent cunt! I could have your head for this." He screamed like a mad man as the little girl's glare never left him. That night her mother wrote to her brothers for help for the first time. She urged them to take her daughter, to raise her as their own with her nieces and nephews.

"Protect my girl, do not let her flame die." She had written.

Tywin had strayed from his riding party for a while, he rarely got to breathe in the country and the serenity of its views. He wanted to tarry a bit, as his riding party prepped for his arrival. The Old Lion had taken a guard along with him, surely he was learned enough to know that he was safe no where. There was a faint rush of water from the great falls in the mountains by Deep Den, the birds sang their songs as the air in the forest remained thick and humid, and Tywin walked through it all like he owned the forests. He had taken a long deep breath, closing his eyes as his head lifted upwards, allowing himself to unravel for just a moment. Though his moment of peace was interrupted by the whoosh of an arrow that nearly missed him and lodged itself onto the tree trunk behind him.

His guard drew their swords, at alert as Tywin sat strong on his horse. All of them looking around to find the source of the attack, a rustle in the bushes and most of them were prepared to fight. Until from the bushes and vines emerged your figure dressed in commoner rags, out of breath and sharp as you looked around before your eyes widened at the men with their swords out. You hands instinctively held tighter on your bow as your chest heaved, looking at all three men skeptically; until the armour they wore gave their true identity away. Lannisters.

You dropped the bow, raising your hands in defence. Gulping at the glare, the lord had fixated on you. If you weren't mistaken, you stood in the presence of Tywin Lannister. Comely and stern looking man.

"Forgive me, my lord. I thought you were a deer," you looked at him apprehensively, as you prayed to the gods, that this man knew nothing of your identity.

"Clearly not," He nodded at his men to sheath their steel.

Tywin didn't trust the girl, and the only way he knew that he would make out of these woods without killing you, was to take you with him. You were clean, too clean for a commoner. Your posture and nimble fingers, too relaxed to be an assassin. You looked familiar and yet he couldn't quite put a name to the face.

"Who are you girl?" Tywin commanded, his eyes capturing every detail of the sweet maiden before him. The velvet of your dress pointed that you were no mere peasant girl, though your unruly hair and mud over your hands would unlikely make you of noble birth.

"I am a kitchen wench, from the Den my lord," you tried to hold his gaze to not seem as if you were lying through your teeth. The lord gave you a grunt of answer before turning his horse around.

"Come along then. No girl like you should be out here alone." He ordered but you stood your ground

"Forgive me my lord, strange men offering escort in the middle of the woods, not exactly reliable," you made your case "I can find my own way home." With that you ran, abandoning your weapon. You ran through the very well known forests as the Lannister guards wandered deeper into the forest with no avail.

You huffed in exhaustion as you returned home, sweaty and covered in dirt. What was to be a trip to clear your head turned out to be a rat chase. The maids all looked scared for their Lady, for surely if Lord Maerilys saw his daughter in this condition, not only would he have your head but also the gaurds that were supposed to be escorting you.

"You must change, before your father sees you my lady." A man called out, Fredrick Serrert. When you had left the shore he was merely a boy but when he came to receive you, he stood a man grown at nearly six foot three.

Down in the Deep Den's hall, Lord Maerilys. A stubbed, and disgruntled old man greeted their liege lord. Both lord exchanged words of formality before Tywin walked himself to the rear gardens, where a burnt out pyre of ashes remained, still gusts of simmering smoke emitted from it. There laid Princess Elina, he still remembered her face, how young him and his betrothed were when his father had brought him along to their wedding. An elaborate affair, the Dornish princess was set to marry the older Maerilys brother, yet tragedy struck Daven Maerilys and her "condition" (the birth of your brother) left her in choice but to wed the younger brother Loren Maerilys instead.

"They say you look for a wife, Lord Tywin." Lord Maerilys asked, the old lion just nodded in reply.

"I have three. The older one just returned from Dorne, and my two younger one's are yet to bleed but should be of cause my lord." Tywin's face scrunched up in disgust, though his face looked away from Loren, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure Tywin had imposed a marriage on his daughter, but sell out your daughters that young. Then out of the blue, it hit Tywin.

"Kitchen wench." He scoffed under his breath. He hadn't been outsmarted in a while but surely he was looking forward to meeting this Lady as he put a name to the familiar face. He remembered you from the docks

All the Maerilys kids poured out one by one. Olyvar came first, head held high and the spitting Dornish image of his mother, behind him trailed the two younger girls, Nyela and Ellia. They stood in a line as Tywin was introduced to them, he shook the oldest boy's hands and charmingly complimented the little girls on their hair. Then burst through the doors was another, your hurried feet found you standing next to your little sisters, with a toddler in your arms. You gracefully bowed.

"This is my eldest daughter." your father introduced you, every cursed word you could think of you used on yourself internally. You prayed that he would keep his mouth shut about earlier, and thank the gods he did.

"And who might this be?" Tywin gestured at the child wriggling in your arms, your sweet brother you had only seen painted palm prints off in your mother's correspondences

"Harolld Maerilys, my lord." you voice spoke up, a lot gentler then earlier, almost a whisper as you tried to not startle the child.

Tywin that night thought of the proposition Lord Maerilys put forth, there was something about this girl that just made you tick. Tywin wasn't a child that merely beauty would sway him, though you were quite a sight he had seen in a while, full lips, expressive eyes. There was something commanding about you, the way your eyes never left his, your head held high even admist all this sorrow. He saw a gain in this too, an alliance between Martells and Lannisters, you were important enough for them to send you home with Martell sails.

The next morning he made his wishes heard, he would court you for the week he was to reside at Deep Den, and leave with a bride by him.

You were having none of it, a screaming match broke out in the hall. As servants and soldiers turned a deaf ear to them yet again. You had nothing against this wedding but you refused to leave you little sisters behind at the hands of a monster.

"The girls will leave with me to Dorne!" You yelled over your father's voice

"You watch it girl, I could sell you and sisters for a lump sum and no one would bat an eye!" Your father threw back, menacingly nearing your proximity. However you weren't a child anymore, you stood your ground glaring up at your father. His hand shot forward, yanking your head up from the root of your hair making you yelp out in pain.

"Hurt me, go on. My uncles will cut your hands off if I tell them about this." your words were laced in venom and yet the truth. Doran Martell, was viciously protective over you and Oberyn, your sweet uncle Oberyn. You were his sunshine, though he may never see you more than just his little niece, your heart once yearned for more with your Uncle Oberyn. Many whispered at Sunspear that you had given your maidenhead to him and how you wished that were true.

"My lord." Maester Crasden's voice made Lord Maerilys push his angry daughter away, as tears threatened to roll down your face. You sat on the chair with your head on the table, rubbing the spot your father had held onto. Crasden came over, his fingers gently parting your hair to check for injury, you sweet lady would be fine.

"Marry him child." you scoffed at Crasden but he looked at you as if he wasn't finished, he sat down next to you.

"You would be the Lady of Casterly Rock, our liege lady," he cleared his throat before going on "you could order your sisters away to Dorne." His hand patted your cheek "You would hold power, I could not help your mother child. Let me help you."

The old maester's words had sunk deep within you as you began to ponder on the topic of your marriage and finally gave in, other than Tywin's cruelty on the battlefield and politics, there was no account of him ever imposing himself on women, you began to think of if you'd be safe and the only way to confirm your queries would be from the source itself.

You and Lord Tywin had found yourselves in your mothers gardens, you had called for him yourself and Tywin was curious to hear what you had to say.

"I realise how auspicious of a union this is, however I have questions and terms of my own before I agree to this." you kept your voice strong as you voiced yourr feelings on the matter.

"Go on then, my lady." Tywin walked past you to sit down.

"I truly hope that you know my disdain isn't toward you my lord, but merely a worry for my prospects." you stated as you sat down across from him, you didn't want to elaborate further, not wanting to slander your father in front of his liege lord.

"I am aware, my lady" Tywin's stress on the word made you look away. If your mother's troubles had been so known, how come none of these vast noble lords come to her aid.

"You needn't worry about me imposing myself on you" He suggested making you look at him, grateful and confused

"You would be well looked after and eventually sponsored for when the time came for your duties at Casterly Rock." He elaborated further.

"I knew your mother, I have a debt that still needs to be paid." The mere mention of your mother made the your eyes gloss over.

"And I would be safe?" There was a gentle crack to your voice.

"You would be safe." He reassured you, the green of his eyes glinting against the sun.

So it was setttled, Lady Maerilys was to wed Lord Tywin Lannister, ravens flew from Deep Den to Castley Rock, The Red Keep and to Sunspear. The news of this alliance spread through both families, both his children and the Martells were furious at about the wedding but it was done. A small affair at the Great Hall, you wore your mother's ivory dress that was fit to your sizing, that morning your mind nearly changed again as you tried to make a break for the ports but was stopped by Olyvar. If not for yourself then you performed her duties to protect her sisters.

"Father."

"Smith."

"Warrior."

"Mother."

"Maiden."

"Crone."

"Stranger."

"I am hers and she is mine."

"I am his and he is mine."

"From this day until my last day."

A chaste kiss between the two sealed this union. You were now Lady Lannister of Castley Rock, and hell was to pay if anyone tried to hurt you.

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underoossss · 1 year

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Dress - S.H

paring: steve harrington x f!reader

MODERN STEVE AU

warnings: minors dni!!!! this is rated M and it’s for 18+ ONLY, if you don’t have your age specified in your blog and interact I’ll block u bc this isn’t for you. (rated this mature so check your settings in case you can't read it).

an: *posts this and disappears* it’s the first time I’m writing something like this. It’s set in the modern day, and inspired by dress by t swift. There’s no plot? I mean there is bc it’s a friends to lovers getting together fic. But it’s also not a complete smut piece? I’m just playing around with the genre here and I hope you like it.

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The sound of high heels clicking on concrete follows you home, four pairs of high heels to be exact. Your group of friends consisting on Nancy, Robin and Mae had agreed on a girls night out to a fancy restaurant tonight, and after a fun night the four of you now walk back to your apartment to wind down for a bit. The wind has a bite to it, but none of you wear jackets. Instead you brave the wind until you see your apartment building in the distance. It was a fun time for everyone tonight, the food had been great, the conversation fun an entertaining and after weeks of not managing to make your schedules work, having a night for yourselves was needed. You’d even refused to make plans with Steve, your best friend, in favour of going out with them. In retrospect though, it was the best thing you could do as you needed some space from him. He’s been on holiday for a few months, with lots of free time which means the two of you spend a lot of time together. Hanging out with him more often than usual has made your feelings for him —the ones you’ve harboured for years— come to the surface and simmer under your skin every time he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his. Yes, space is exactly what you need.

The four of you are all a bit more carefree after two cocktails each, not drunk or tipsy, but happier. The carpeted floor of the hallway swallows the clicking of your heels as all of you walk out of your building’s elevator on the fifth floor and wait outside your door. You fish your keys out of your clutch and unlock it, gesturing everyone to go in first before you lock the door behind you and follow them. Robin immediately goes to the kitchen to plug in her phone to your charger and connects her Spotify to your Bluetooth speaker. Soon enough a carefully curated playlist of all your favourite songs begins to play, making all of you start to sing along. Your voices remain relatively quiet though, not as loud as they would be if you were driving in your car; the last thing you need is a noise complaint from the building. Besides, it’s late and you’re sure most of your neighbours are asleep. All of you dance around and sing, feeling safer and more carefree doing so in your living room than at a dark night club where any pervert can ruin your night.

Your mind goes to Steve despite you trying to distance your thoughts from him, as you sing along to the music. If he was yours, your boyfriend, you could go out with him and experience a night club for the first time without any fear; knowing he’s there and that the only hands that’d be on your body would be his as the two of you danced. As if conjured by your thoughts the song that Robin played ends and a very familiar one starts.

“YOUR SONG!” Robin says loudly and your friends laugh while trying to shush her. “Come on you gotta sing it, the stage is yours.”

“Okay. Okay.” You laugh as she presents you with the TV remote as if it’s a microphone. You clear your through agreeing to sing the song to indulge her. It doesn’t hurt though, that it’s your favourite and the object of your affections immediately comes to mind.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this.

You don’t sing too loudly and mostly stick to mouthing the lyrics as the melody picks up momentum. It is only when the chorus starts that you sing, emotion thick in your voice, and your friends join you.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off.

A carefree laugh escapes you as your friends cheer, knowing fully well who you’re thinking about. They’ve known about your feelings for Steve since the moment they started, always urging you to take a chance which you’re always against.

“Did you?” Nancy asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You know exactly what she’s asking.

You laugh and blush as you nod. The little black dress you wear was bought on a whim one day. You’d been trying on clothes for another work event but decided to buy a dress for a night out too. You’d felt good in it and honestly, you’d looked hot. Standing in front of the mirror tonight, the image of you and Steve hand in hand going to dinner together was also so clear in your mind. His jacket over your shoulders as you walk out of the restaurant, and his hands on your body the minute he closed the door to your apartment. You know it would never, happen but every time you wear it you can’t help but go back to the same daydream and wish it could be true. It’s not that you’re only thirsty for him. No, this thing you feel for Steve didn’t start as something physical. You’d fallen in love head over heels, with no way of ever falling back out of love, and then he’d begun to invade your dreams and your thoughts. The softest ones and the more sinful ones too.

“You look hot, that dingus would take it off if he had the guts to!” Robin tells you, unplugging her phone and holding it in front of you.

Mae the voice of reason speaks up. “Post it to close friends Robin. We don’t want anyone else to see this!”

“Yeah, Steve would kill you.” Nancy says to Robin, gesturing towards you. “This is too much.”

You laugh. As if Steve would care, you think. You’re pretty sure you’re friend zoned for life.

Indulging your friends you sing the chorus again, looking at Robin’s phone knowing her close friends are just the people in the room with you. Your hands go over the material of your dress and you smile while you sing, thinking about Steve. It makes your friends laugh and cheer for you.

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off.

“Tell him!!” Robin yells as your friends cheer you on, it makes you laugh again.

You entertain the idea, telling Steve and coming clean about your feelings. What would he do? What would he say? Would he feel the same way? No, there’s no way. He hasn’t shown romantic interest in you. He’s gentle and loving in a way a best friend is; considerate and mindful of your feelings. He supports your interests just as you support his, he’s affectionate and kind, but that’s where it ends. It’s friendship, that’s all. Besides you love Steve too much, there’s no way you’re risking it by telling him about your feelings.

The song ends shortly after that and new one starts immediately after. It’s enough to get all of you to dance and forget the previous song, and the feelings it brought back to the surface. With your friends all a little buzzed, it’s easy to sing and dance without a care; taking turns to hold the TV remote as a microphone while you do. That is, until Robin speaks up a few minutes later.

“Fuck.” She curses loudly, her phone clutched in her hands. All of you stop your singing to look at her.

“What happened?” You ask, dread settling on your stomach. The look on her face tells you is nothing good.

“Don’t kill me, but I posted it to my story by accident!” Robin grimaces, “Not to my close friends.”

“DELETE IT! DELETE IT!” Mae yells at Robin while you panic. It’s not been long, no one must have seen it, it’s late anyways.

“Delete it now, please.” You tell her, hovering over her shoulder to see her do it. But not before recognizing Steve’s icon at the bottom of the screen. Steve saw it.

“No way.” You whisper. Fuck, why did he have to see it?

There’s no way he’ll know it’s about him right? Right? But you mind still reels with what just happened. Did you just ruin everything, between both of you. Did a mistake like that just cost you your friendship with Steve? How are you going to face him now. He’s never ever seen you like that and for good reason, because it would always be about him.

Mae’s hands hold your shoulders, urging you to stop your pacing. “Calm down, breathe!”

“There, it’s gone. I just deleted it.” Robin says, throwing her phone to the other side of the couch for good measure.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you take a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“He won’t know it was about him.” Nancy reassures you with a smile. “Worst case scenario, he’ll just think you have a crush on someone.”

“Do you really think so?” You worry, worrying your lip with your teeth. “What if he never talks to me again because of this?”

“There’s no way,” Mae reassures you. “Your friendship is too important to both of you for him to throw it away, and if he does then screw him.”

“Oh she wants to,” Robin says from the couch and suddenly all tension leaves you as all of you laugh. “Come on, you guys have to help me with my drama.” She urges between laughs.

An hour later the girls all leave together and you’re alone in your apartment. You check their shared location and confirm they’re on their right way home before you begin to put the trash from the living room away. The apartment is quiet, only your footsteps and the sound of sealing snack bags back up can be heard. You’re actively trying to forget about the fact that Steve saw you singing Dress –your real favourite song not the one you’ve told him is your favourite– in such an uninhibited way. You can’t even be mad a Robin for what she did, she’s one of your best friends. Besides, it was only a mistake and you’re sure nothing will happen because of it. Everything will be okay. Right?

The doorbell ringing brings you out of your thoughts and you frown. It’s nearly 1am and you know it’s not your friends who’ve turned back around; they’re too far away to have returned so fast. After walking to the door, you look through the peephole and spot no one other than Steve standing outside.

“Stevie?” You open the door, confused beyond words, heart thrumming loudly on your chest.

“Hey babe. You look pretty.” His eyes are soft, like they always are when he looks at you. He’s like a dream in front of you in light washed jeans, a plain white t-shirt and nikes. His hair looks soft, forming perfect brown waves that shine in the dim light of your apartment. Your hands itch to touch it and see if it’s as soft as it looks.

“It’s 1am what are you doing here?” You step back and let him in, ignoring the compliment so you don’t blurt out something you shouldn’t. Like ‘you’re absolutely gorgeous’. “Is something wrong?”

“No not at all.” He shakes his head, “I just missed you.”

“You missed me?” You raise your eyebrows. “You saw me this morning.

“I know I just…” Steve begins but he stops talking. His eyes look away from yours and he walks towards the kitchen instead, hands going to his hair.

“What?” You prod, confused by his whole demeanour. He looks nervous and you can’t imagine why, you hope it’s nothing bad. “Stevie, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I saw Robin’s story.” He says looking down at the ground.

Perfect. Now you need the ground to swallow you whole. What is he doing here? Telling you you can’t be friends anymore?

“Oh.” Is all you can manage to say, you lean back against the kitchen counter and will your hands to stop shaking with nerves.

Steve’s eyes leave the floor and move to yours, knocking the air from your lungs with their intensity. He nods and takes a step closer to you. “I saw you singing and dancing.”

You nod and look away. “Yeah, I love that song and Robin accidentally posted that to her story instead of close friends.”

Steve moves and stands in front of you; his eyes scan your face as emotion dances in them while he looks into your own. “Who was it about?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You tell him, trying your best to act clueless.

“Robin said ‘Tell him’ Who?” Steve asks.

“So you came to my apartment to make fun of me?” You ask, eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Do you want to know so you can make fun of me, Steve?”

“Babe, come on, you know I would never make fun of you.” He tells you seriously.

“Then why do you even want to know?” You huff.

Steve takes one of your hands, an electric shock hitting both of you at once when he does —they’re so much bigger than yours and warm, you wish he’d never let it go. “Because I wanted it to be me.” He whispers, his face shifting closer to yours so you can hear him. “You can tell me, if it’s me.”

You shake your head, heart beating out of your chest. Tears begin to sting your eyes but you will them to go away. You’re thrilled by his confession, wanting nothing more for it to be true, but is it right? Should you tell him? “What if I lose you?”

Steve’s hand lets go of your and goes to your cheek instead, then his forehead presses against yours when he speaks. “You won’t. I want it to be me because I don’t want you like a best friend either. I want everything with you.”

You sigh when he brushes his nose against yours; your heart leaves it’s place in the middle of your chest and joins your stomach for a second before returning to its place. “What’s everything?”

Steve smiles and places a kiss on your cheek. “Your best friend, your boyfriend; I want to hold your hand, but I also really want to touch you everywhere. I want to be yours.” His lips drag against your skin as he speaks, voice hushed like a confession. “I’ve been in love with you for years and you’ve never noticed.”

You lean back and look into his eyes, there’s longing and love and lust, all blending into a darker brown than his usual soft gaze. Could it be true that he’s felt the same way all this time? Were the things you accredited to friendship actually his feelings for you revealing themselves. “Tell me, now.” You whisper looking at him with all the longing you feel.

You see him swallow hard, the hand on your cheek rubbing softly at the skin. A single lock of hair falls on his forehead as he looks down at you. “I love you, and I can see now you’ve felt the same way too.”

You nod, feeling dizzy from his words. There’s a happiness coursing through you that brings a smile to your face so big it hurts your cheeks. “Yes, I love you. Yes, the song was about you.”

Your words are whispered between the two of you as the distance begins to close. The joy and the excitement of having the man of your dreams in front of you confessing his love for you makes your body thrum with energy. Energy that grows and grows into a tension between the two of you that makes Steve close his eyes for a moment.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, his hand moving up your thigh to feel the material of your dress; it lights your skin on fire.

Your breath catches on your throat and you swallow hard to get your voice back. “Yes.” You tell him as your hands go to his hair, it’s softer than you imagined. “You already know I want you to.”

Steve’s lips are on yours a second later and you can’t help the sigh that escapes you when he does. His lips caress yours softly but firmly enough for you to know this is really happening. Steve’s hand on your cheek angles your face just right as he kisses you, giving him the perfect angle to tease your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. He opens you up to him, intoxicating you with the taste of him, the heat radiating from his body, everything. His lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw. His breath causes shivers to go down your spine, and his lips leave open mouthed kisses along your skin.

“Did you really buy this dress for me?” He whispers by your ear, his hands going to your hips and helping you on the counter. “Hmm?”

You nod and give him a breathy Yes when the tip of his tongue teases your earlobe. “But I never thought you’d see it.” You confess.

“I’m glad I did.” He pulls back and looks into your eyes, they’re loving, sincere, and dark with want. He shakes his head, “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

You pull him closer again, capturing his lips in a firmer kiss, a needier one. Years of pent-up frustration rising to the surface, your body wanting more, and more, and more. Your hands move under his tshirt and explore his back as Steve kisses you deeply, pulling back when you need to catch your breath; the tip of his nose moves up the side of yours before his lips are on yours again, teeth scraping at the soft skin. His hands move from your waist to the front of your dress, his thumbs go over your nipples which makes you arch into him.

“Come on,” Steve rasps when you try to pull yourself closer to him, "Bed.”

He guides your legs around his waist and proceeds to carry you to the bedroom, laughing with you when he trips by the doorway. He turns on your lamp on his way, bathing the room in warm light, then after checking that the blinds are closed, he lowers you gently on the bed. He soon follows, settling over you, one arm holding his weight away from you and his free hand skimming up your inner thigh.

“Stevie.” You whisper, melting at the sight of his adoring eyes; he looks at you like he’s in disbelief of having you underneath him, loving him like crazy. You smile, “Kiss me.”

Steve leans down again, pink lips capturing yours once more before his hand moves under the hem of your dress.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you again and grazing his teeth against the bottom one. He cups you over your underwear as he speaks. “How I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about the two of us together. Making you this wet.”

You drag your nails over his scalp and scratch lightly before you fist his hair in your hands. “That makes two of us.”

You barely get the words out, before his fingers find your underwear and push it to the side pulling a moan from your lips. His fingers work between your legs and Steve curses when he notices how aroused you are. He continues dragging out sighs and whimpers out of you as bliss washes over your body. You never thought being touched by him would feel so good, especially when his fingers slide inside and your hips rise to meet his strokes.

“That’s it, baby; you’re making the prettiest sounds.” His voice is gravely next to your ear. “Tell me how it feels, babygirl.”

You keen under his touch and praise, feeling hot all over as your body tingles with need. Your hands find Steve’s face, dragging him away from your neck to kiss his lips again. You moan his name and bite his bottom lip when he touches you just right. Throwing all sense out the window you whisper his name again, begging him to touch you.

He smiles, you can feel it against your lips. “I’m touching you, baby.”

You shake your head and urge him to look into your eyes again. “No, I need you to touch me everywhere. Please.”

You can’t even be embarrassed with how needy you’re for him. You’ve never felt embarrassed with Steve before, always free to be yourself, so you’re not starting now. He’s your best friend, he knows you and can read you like a book. He knows you so well that he nods, understanding what you mean, what you want, his body bare over yours.

“You don’t have to beg. Whatever you want from me is yours.”

Pulling away from you and taking his fingers away from underneath you dress, Steve leans back on his knees and takes his t-shirt off. Next are his jeans which leaves him only in a pair of grey boxer briefs that leave very little to the imagination. They sit low on his hips, and you can clearly see the outline of him underneath the cotton. The waistband rests just below his hipbones, revealing a patch of hair that trails down and hides underneath the waistband. You’ve seen him shirtless before; when he wears you favourite pair of swimming trunks to the beach you have to talk yourself out of staring at him for so long, staring there no less. But now you can look at him, all of him, with no shame and you have to bite your lip to control yourself in front of the man kneeling between your legs. His strong body is on display for you; strong and arms and his broad shoulders you want him to cover yours with. Dark chest hair and tummy covered in freckles, making your mouth water. You want all of him. You push up to your left hand and drag your right thumb over a particular freckle, you can’t wait for the moment you can taste it. Your lustful gaze makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat, even more so when you look up at him.

“More.” You say simply, pulling at the elastic of his briefs as a hint.

Steve smiles and shakes his head with a curse. “You’re the one wearing more clothes now, you know.”

“Take them off then.” You challenge with the raise of an eyebrow, trying to be demanding and in control of the situation but failing.

Steve doesn’t let you take control; it disappears when he begins to pull your dress upwards as carefully as opening a present. A sound escapes him when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, but you can’t see his face when he does because the dress goes over your head in that moment before it falls to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“Fuck. Do you know how hot you are?” Steve curses. Your body burns again from his lustful gaze that roams it, and the sheer need to feel him close to you. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath through his nose, then shakes his head and looks at you again. “I knew I loved your body, but this? You’re beautiful beyond my dreams.”

You look away from his adoring gaze, trying to keep your face from burning at his words. Which is impossible, and pointless considering they way you’ve touched and kissed him just now. Your body moves as you switch your position on the bed, kneeling in front of him to mirror him. His bare chest almost touching yours; all of you and all of him naked safe for your underwear. You look into his eyes as your hands roam up his chest, right hand staying on his cheek as you lean closer to his lips.

“You’re a work of art, Steve.” You whisper and lean in to kiss him slowly as your other hand runs down his chest to touch him through the cotton of his briefs. You don’t have to say please, he’d said so you touch him instead to let him know what you want.

You swallow Steve’s groan with your lips when he kisses you again. He drags them along your jaw and nips at your skin as he lays you back on the bed, soothing each little bite with his tongue. He pushes your thighs apart and settles between your legs, grunting when he looks for friction between the two of you and you push upwards to meet him. He grinds his heavy cock against your aching cunt and both your mouths fall slack against each other as you moan —same breathe mingling until it’s one. He's right there where you want him, have wanted him, for so long. It takes a moment for you to recover enough from the sensation and focus back on Steve, but when you do your lips find each other again. Despite the clear need between the two of you though, the kiss remains slow; gentle but full of the fire growing within both of you. There’s no rush now, as love gains the upper hand on lust –each brush of lips conveys 3 words, and each grind of your hips makes you gasp. Steve’s hands are all over your body; your arms, the side of your waist, your legs, your stomach, your breasts, your face. There’s no place untouched, and it satisfies the burning sensation under your skin. Another moan escapes you and it’s swallowed up Steve’s hungry mouth, which now knows the way you like to be kissed and leaves you breathless. He whispers his praise against them, making you arch into him with every filthy word.

You pull away from his lips and grab his face to look at him in the eyes; brown turned black by his blown pupils. “I’m still struggling to believe this is real.”

Steve smiles at you, the adoring way he’s always done. “It is real; we have all night for you to believe it.” His hands move to pull down your underwear in juxtaposition to his sweetness. He tosses them aside before he moves away from you, crawling down your body and settling his face between your thighs

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut

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heilith · 1 year

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You are spoiling us!! 😍 ! Okay I wish you would write something with Boromir, maybe where he is tired and reader takes care of him :") something soft ♡

@noldorinpainter So sorry it took me long. :) Also I deviated from your request, but just a little. Hope you enjoy. Oh, in case you're interested, the songspiration was Gorod 312 - Pomogi mne - loosely, but still. The art is by The-Wizard-of-Art

Tagging @scyllas-revenge @glassgulls @lathalea @fizzyxcustard @absentmindeduniverse @court-jobi @middleearthpixie @sotwk @emmyspov @evenstaredits @guardianofrivendell @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @asgardianhobbit98 and sorry, sorry if I forgot anyone, I got lost somewhere between Discord and Tumblr.

Ok, here it is:

Before the Storm

“Your lips are softer than they look,” you lean out of the kiss unhurriedly, basking in the feeling of his breath upon you face.

“Hmm?”

“Your…lips…are…soft,” you alter your own statement – and the sense of it, too, “But only when I kiss you. Why aren’t they soft, when you kiss me?”

You don’t need the answer as much as you need to see that deceitful mouth twitch and tighten, as too predictable images float up before his mind’s eye. The sight is fleeting, yet you cherish it better than any words he could say.

“You utter the strangest things, dove,” your Captain states with no particular expression.

His eyes are still closed. Your heart forgets how to beat, shrinking in sweet pain, as you touch the very tips of his eyelashes and stroke them as carefully as you can afford it.

“I do them, too,” you whisper more to yourself than to him.

He looks so distant, and so close, and stern, and defenseless.

The armchair by the fire is built sturdy enough to hold the weight of you, curled on his laps and clinging to his exhausted self like bindweed.

It is unkind – wicked of you to enjoy such moments, when you have to thank his tiredness for that.

For a blissfully long sting of minutes all you can think of is how his breath becomes more and more even, tamed by the movements of your hand, running through his hair over and over again.

“I must go down.”

“Yes, do,” you agree easily, “Nobody wants you here.”

“Shall I stay and make them?” there’s no single kind note in his voice, but the gleam in his eyes makes up for it to the full.

You allow yourself a laugh that is more of a sigh.

“Stay and sleep. They will look for reasons to put up with you meanwhile.”

The arm, which was up to now slack around your waist, gains strength and presses you to him too hard for a caress.

You lose yourself in another endless kiss.

“Consider this one,” offers he as evenly.

You nod, not ashamed of letting him see how you’re learning to breathe again. Lifting his spirits is worth the fear of denial in your book.

“I’ll bring you the furs,” you say, as he finally relaxes back into the tattered seat.

“No,” the protest is sharp and almost order-like.

Startled by this sudden harshness, you pull back, yet he doesn’t let you to slip away too far. It is not his embrace, but his look that stops you this time. The weariness and despair in it drive a knife through your chest, wiping out everything except your love for him – that and pity you hope he’ll never know you harbour for him.

“Please, dove,” asks he under his breath, “I need…”

“I know,” you cut in, unable to bear it any longer, “Take your rest, Boromir.”

His palm ghosts against your cheek in gratitude, and you wish you could shut out every emotion that comes with it. You wish for it to end and to go on.

You close your eyes, too, and dissolve in his arms, longing to be reborn into a safer world tomorrow.

With him.

#boromir #boromir x reader #requests #drabbles

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childotkw · 6 months

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Yea know, it just dawned on me, but wouldn’t All of the houses feel safer with Harry in the Dark-side of the moon au because he doesn’t show any of the houses favoritism? one of Ciro!harry’s biggest injustices he feels is the double standards towards certain students by the professors, and darkside-Harry has made a point about not favoriting students( the situation with the Gryffindor who spilt Ciro’s ink for example). So, would darkside!Harry be viewed as the safe neutral?

Very true! Harry doesn't see House colours, and it's strangely refreshing for a lot of students. He very clearly judges them on their actions, no consideration given to their House or their background or their families. He's as likely to chew out a Gryffindor for being a little shit as he is a Ravenclaw or Slytherin or Hufflepuff.

It takes a few months, but yeah, eventually Harry is known to be a safe harbour for anyone, regardless of House, to come to if they have a problem.

Muggleborns getting harassed by purebloods? Harry to the rescue.

Pureblood getting mocked for their family's insular lineage? Harry to the rescue.

Halfblood feeling caught between two sides and on the verge of tears because they feel like picking is betraying one parent? Harry to the rescue.

When he first takes Nathan under his wing as well, people think Harry would show favouritism - but if anything Harry is harder on Nathan. He's gentle and kind and supportive, but if Nathan ever did something Harry didn't morally agree with (which, thankfully, he doesn't), than Harry would come down especially hard because he expects better.

#anonymous #HP #dark side of the moon au #harry potter #nathan ciro

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uncanny-tranny · 10 months

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I have conflicting thoughts about the idea that in terms of danger with regards to being transphobic that cis men are the only demographic trans people ought to fear. On the one hand, I think that if we're talking about physical violence, cis men would be more likely to resort to such a response. But I don't think it's accurate to take that and then go, "so cis women are inherently safe (or safer)!"

Remember, transphobia isn't just physical violence, nor does it always manifest as such.

When I think about the people who were most vitriolicly transphobic, it wasn't just cis women or cis men - it was both. I think another added layer is that I'm a trans man, and so it's assumed that I should never feel in danger, nor should I expect to be taken seriously when I don't feel safe.

My point isn't to say that cis women are more dangerous than cis men. My point is that I notice a trend where people assume that transphobia is only cis men's problem to deal with and not a problem for all cis people to deal with. If you assume that only one "type" of cis person (that isn't in your group) must bear the brunt of fixing the transphobia issue, you will likely harbour your own transphobic beliefs or practices.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #ally advice #transphobia #transphobia tw #like the book irreversible damage was one of the scariest books to come out in recent memory and the way it exploded...#...though it wasn't like that books just... came out of nowhere it was a long time coming #it's just... something i've noticed as an attitude for the past few years and i just don't think it's the *full* story

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aevris · 4 months

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the boys do fur/feather maintenance

#oc: xantho #oc: Ryker #safer harbours #anthro AU

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luniax13 · 6 months

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Yandere Tartaglia x Reader 1.0

Part 1

Summary:

You try to escape Tartaglia, but the game needs to come to an end

SFW

TRIGGERWARNING: mention of drug-use, unhealthy relationship, Tartaglia is delusional, mention of death-threats, stalker-behavior, first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language, not proof-read

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You had been walking for hours without rest. You couldn't allow yourself to stop. Not yet. The fear, you felt when he looked at you with these cold and passionate eyes, was still present. The way he showed up at your parents house, convincing them, that going with him was the best chance you would ever get in life, made you furious and afraid at the same time. It had been easy for him to find out, where you and your family lived, even if you only met a couple brief times - and that scared you. That meant, that ether, he had been watching you without you noticing or that his minions did. You didn't know which thought was more disturbing.

The sun was slowly setting and the first stars showed themself. You start to wonder, if you will get any sleep this night. The past days had been rough. After your escape from his residence, you had magically survived the freezing cold of snezhnaya and had made it to the docks, continuing your trip by ship. You had arrived at Liyue Harbour, aiming to get to Sumeru as fast as possible, seeking help of a friend, that you had met during your stay at the academia. Hopefully your friend Cyno could provide some protection or, if fate was on your side, a new identity with his position as general mahamatra. You were currently on your way to the chasm, the only way you knew of. Even tho the salesman hadn't been very specific, he mentioned a small pass, leading through the mines. Hilichurls had attacked your last choosen camp and had followed you for the next few days, which is why you were exhausted and at the brim of falling asleep while walking. It had become dark by now and you saw the lights of the mineworkers camps. You had been warned about some recend activity of the Fatui in this area and you knew, that you couldn't ask the workers for help without risking their safety.

You decided to rest near the entrance to the chasm, hidden within a nearby forest. It would be safer to explore and pass through the area by daylight. You needed to sleep as you had stayed awake for the last two nights. But sleep didn't reach you easy. Your fear to be cought by him or his minions was to great. Tartaglia hadn't notice your escape immediatly after you left, but began his search first thing the next day, trying to find you via missing-posters. It had made your arrival at the docks pretty hard and fearsome.

The next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. It made you feel uneasy. You knew, you had been spotted. You packed the little of things, you managed to take with you, as fast as you could, almost fleeing towards the entry to the chasm as fear struck you. He had found you, you were sure of it. You tried to calm yourself. Panicking wouldn't be of any use. Panic made people slopy and frantic, thus more likely to fail. You tried to confuse your stalker by taking turns while passing the chasm until you finally reached the tunnel, that lead to the nation of Sumeru. By then you thought you had lost the unwelcome follower. You entered the dark tunnel, which was occasionaly enlighted by lamps, that were left by the workers. You felt hope flowing through every muscle and bone. While the academia didn't wait at the other side yet, you knew that a friend of Cyno was living nearby.

As you saw the light of the end of the tunnel, you heard a noise of something breaking behind you. Panic filled you and you started running. You didn't need to look back, to know who caused the noise. You heard him cursing quietly. You needed to reach the trees, in order to have chance to hide. Due to the nearby exit, it didn't take long until you saw the first gigantic trees. You quickly jumped behind the big roots and ran as fast as you could in the direction of the nearby village, hiding behind the trees and roots.

"Oh come on, my love", Tartaglia shouted. "There is no reason to keep hiding, although this game has been fun." You could practically hear his grin. "This game is over, my love. Let's return home", he continued to shout, without knowing, where exactly you hid. You decided, that the game was over, when he cought you in his arms. 'Home', wasn't anywhere near, where he wanted you to be. The place he wanted to return to wasn't your home anymore. Not at your parents, who ignored the fact, that you had already been in a happy relationship, when they practically sold you to the 11th Harbinger, and not at his residence. When he took you with him, he threatend to unalive your partner, if you wouldn't come with him. But that wasn't the reason, why you left. You wanted freedom, the one thing Tartaglia coudn't grant you.

You finally stood at the step that lead to the village, when you suddenly felt his strong arms wrapping around your waist and his head lovingly resting on your head. "Found you", he wispered relieved. Your body stiffened in shock. You felt like you couldn't breath. Your hope vanished.

Suddenly you felt rage filling you and you tried to fight his firm grip. He sighed exhausted, took something out of his pocket and seemingly drank it. Afterwards he turned you around an kissed you passionatly, allowing the substance to flow into your mouth. You tried to resist the urge to swallow, but he held you head high until you were forced to drink it. Suprisingly you didn't pass out - you expected that much - but insted felt weirdly light, no longer able to fight. "Even though I really enjoyed this little adventure, I don't understand, why you ran away. I gave you everything a person could ever wish for.", he wispered while nestling his nose in the crook of your neck as he held you firmly against his broad chest, not allowing you to fall to the ground. He didn't sound like he was accusing you. It sounded like he was genuinely trying to find out, what he could change, to make your life with him more comfortable. Even if you were barely by yourself, you tried to answer him, unable to filter your words, to prevend him from getting angry. " You see,", you start slowly, "I wanted the world and you gave me the sun."

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//AN: maybe I'll write another part

please do correct me, if needed

#tartaglia #childe tartagalia #genshin tartagalia #childe #x reader #yandere #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fandom #genshin fatui #genshin fanfic

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being in an arranged marriage with yandere klaus mikaelson would include

Arranged marriage to Yandere Klaus:

It’s an arrangement of convenience. Probably to bring some sort of piece to the factions, meant to make people feel safer.

To begin with you are nothing but a burden. You’re to stay in your room out of the way so he doesn’t have to worry about you.

After a while he notices how you timidly tiptoe around him, how you do little things you think that he would like, like when you tidy up his art supplies when he gets upset and throws everything about or when you refill his drink without thinking.

He thinks back to the day you got married, he remembers the simple but elegant gown your wore and how lovely your hair was put. He wished he could go back and be more appreciative of your beauty.

He finds himself falling for your personality once he gets to know you more, he begins harbouring the desire to keep you safe.

He coaxes you to sleep in his bed, tells you that its only right a wife sleeps in the same bed as her husband. He never forces himself of you, he would never swoop that low. But he will cage you underneath him. Keep you in place so you can’t leave, he’ll pretend to be asleep while you struggle to drag yourself away from his strong arms.

He’ll begin ordering breakfasts in bed for you both, he gets you an array of foods and gets you to try them all. He manages to perfect the meals to your liking and feels a strong sense of pride when he notices your little smile of appreciation or your blush when he feeds you himself.

He didn’t notice how much you spoke to the other vampires until he took a day to watch how you behaved around the compound. The male residents seemed to be far too comfortable with you for his liking. Even some of the females would give you flirtatious comments and have you giggling. Klaus needed everyone to understand you were his.

He began having his arm wrapped around you, pressing kisses to the crown on your head and giving you additional nicknames on top of ‘love’ ‘sweetheart’ he called you ‘my queen’ ‘little dove’ ‘sweet wife’ and so on.

Once he had gotten a taste of your soft lips he knew he had to keep you forever. He needed to have you for himself. His mouth was on yours as often as possible, his hands holding your face firmly but still gently as he tried to slip his tongue into you mouth, eventually you let him and he was over the moon.

From then he was very keen to make a show of public affection, hands all over you making you softly whimper into his mouth while his body slightly grinded into you. He couldn’t help himself but crave you attention.

He began painting you presents and making you meaningful things to see your face light up as you thanked him with a kiss and a tight hug.

He both loved and hated events, you would look beyond perfect but that also seemed to capture a few other peoples attention making him feel possessive and jealous.

He adored dancing with you. Having you hold onto him as he twirled you around and pulled you right to him was just lovely.

He would plant little kisses up your neck to get your attention before yapping on about his day, sometimes you gave your advice and sometimes you stayed quiet, depended on how moody he appeared

He would often mention the idea of having another wedding, one where you would both be happier and less forced

Eventually you caved and you had a huge wedding in a priceless dress dancing with your husband almost the entire time

After that night everyone knew you were his. Whether it was the second wedding that told them or you moaning his name for hours on end, they knew.

He keeps you close, protected and happy. He loves you now and that’s all that matters

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smoooothoperator · 2 years

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Blood of my Blood

Morgan Leclerc. The youngest Leclerc by only some minutes. She doesn't describe herself as a jealous person. She's not. But many fans think she is because she followed her brothers steps, wanting to be on a car and being as competitive or more than them.

The first time she saw her brother Charles driving a kart, she was with her twin brother Arthur on the grades, eating sliced apple and following all those karts with her eyes. She never understood why, but all her dreams since that day were her on the seat of her brother, listening to the noise of the motor and her head inside a helmet. All her Barbies had to fit inside the red Ferrari she and her brothers drove with a remote control, and they did races on their house.

She wanted the same as her brothers, race, feel the speed, the air on her body wrapping her while she drives those karts and turning the wheel to go through a corner.

Her favorite moment of the year wasn't when school finished, meaning that summer started. No. Her favorite moment of the year was when she walked with her mom through the streets and saw all those people building the grades for the race in the harbour, meaning that there are only some months left to see those fast cars again, to hear that wonderful noise some other girls from her school hated, and begged to their parents to go away of the city that race weekend.

When she sat for the very first time on the seat of a kart, she felt how her heart bumped hard on her chest the seconds before getting comfortable. But when she touched the wheel with both of her hands, her heart stopped beating crazy, instead it made a little jump and told her 'Hey, this is were we belong. You are in the right place'. That moment will never get out of her mind, she treasures that feeling so deep in her heart that every time someone ask her why she drives, she simply answers:

"Because my heart told me to".

And it was true. Her heart told her brain to make her legs press the gas pedal, her hands to hold tighter the wheel and her lips to smile wide. Because she was where she had to be. On a kart. On a track. In the motorsport world.

They called her and her twin Arthur 'Two bodies one mind' every time they drove through a track with their karts, being the perfect team togehter, making strategies with only the movement of a hand. They said it was the twin mind-reading, and maybe they were right, those two siblings were the perfect team.

She was pretty, a great student, stole the heart of many boys. And still, her heart was full of her love for motorsport. People in Monaco loved the Leclerc family, all of them bet for them, wanting to see them win races, go to the king category of motorsport: Formula 1.

But unfortunately, women didn't get there. Her path with her twin parted when he went to Formula 4 and she was selected as a driver for W-Series. And what hurt her the most and made her realize that she will never get on one of those cars was when her older brother Charles got on Formula 1 and she and her twin got accepted on the Ferrari Academia. The only difference was that she never was trained for the star car: the Ferrari. She was trained for her category. Sure, she met the other drivers, became great friends with Mick Schumacher and Oscar Piastri, but when they ascend categories to Formula 1 she felt bad.

She wanted to be there, with them. Competing against her brothers and best friends.

She was one of the best drivers of the female grid, making it easy to be visible for the big category. Her wins were observed by many big teams and, somehow, it wasn't funny for her brothers.

"It's dangerous, Morgan. I don't want to lose you like Jules" Charles said when he knew that Haas had an eye on her to make her a reserve driver. "Your car is safer than a F1".

"You won this last season, Mor" Arthur said. "Keep winning, Formula 1 is harder".

That made her go mad. When she thought that her brothers supported her job, the reality was different. She felt betrayed, watching how they achived their dreams while she just stayed at their backs, looking from the distance how Charles got podiums with Ferrari or gor Arthur went to Formula 2.

She distanced herself from them, moving out with her teammate to be near the headquarters of her team, and taking time to stay away from them.

"Morgan, you really need to fix things with them, they are your brothers" her older brother, Lorenzo said. "Well, it seems that they don't act like that. If they really cared for me they would cheer for me, support me. Not ignore my dreams and push me back into what they consider a comfort zone for me".

They stopped talking for a whole year, only talking the necesario on family dinners or family trips. They never talked about their jobs, she stopped asking Charles about his championship, or Arthur about the possible contract on Formula 2.

They stopped talking.

She never told them that Mick and her started dating after the end of 2021, or that Haas talked with her, wanting her as a testing driver. None of them knew that during Barcelona, she drove Mick's car and that she was going to be on the garage during the races.

She did everything to ignore her brothers. If some weekend she went to the track with Mick and walked in front of the Ferrari hospitality, she just looked to the front and ignored Charles. She stopped watching the F3 races when her twin got a podium, turning off the TV. If they don't support her she doesn't have to support them.

The day she got the call from Haas, saying that they fired Nikita Mazepin and asked her to be part of the testings and race in Bahrain, she thought they were pranking her. But then she saw the news and immediately called back saying that she will race with them.

"You will be my teammate?" Mick asked her laughing, kissing her temple. "I'm so proud of you, dear".

But, who was surprised when he saw the name of his sister at the list of drivers that will be on the same group as him for the press conference? Charles Leclerc.

The moment he saw her walking to the room, dressed with the shirt of Haas and a cap, he was speechless. The rest of the drivers were shocked as well, not knowing how his sister was there before Arthur. It was a big surprise, and all the interviewers got the change to ask her what everyone was thinking.

"Well, I think I deserve it as much as any other driver" she said looking at the cameras. "All women deserve to be on this category, and it's a big pleasure to be here right now. Not all men want us here, and we don't have as much support as them, but it never stopped me to fight for what I deserve".

Charles was shocked, surprised. He felt guilty, because he knows why she said that.

He was afraid to talk with her, just like Arthur. Whenever she walked past them, they felt like a cold wave that froze their hearts. It was like if she never saw them before. And they felt guilty.

Arthur tried to talk with her. He missed his twin, the connection the has before everything that happened. But it was like if she neber met them before. Her gaze was cold, her blue eyes were like ice cubes. But what hurt him the most was when he saw her with Mick Schumacher, happy and hugging him. He hurt him that he never noticed their relationship, that grew that year and a half they were apart.

Charles was afraid of her. He was afraid of what she could do on track, he was afraid of his own sister. It was ridiculous. But it was the truth. The moment he saw her on the screen that was in front of him while he waited to start the testing, he was breathless. He knew that Haas wasn't good last season, but now? Now with her on the car it was like if that car was ready to get podiums. And he knows that his sister was greedy, but victorious. He knows how she is, how focused, smart and talented she is.

"Love, try to talk with her" Charlotte said to him, feeling how tense he was. "How? It's like if I don't exist to her".

Mick saw the way Charles looked at her, like searching her gaze or attention. And then he looked at Morgan, how her features changed every time they walked in front of the Ferrari hospitality or near Charles.

"Morgan, are you really going to ignore him?" Mick said looking at her and then at Charles. "Yes".

They were like strangers. Strangers with the same blood and same last name. Everyone around the paddock was surprised, asking why they never talk to each other. It was weird, two siblings that never acted like siblings.

But it changed the third practice for the race.

The Haas with the number 12, Morgan's, was doing an amazing job. She was trying to set a good time so she could get into the Q3 for the qualifying. She was lighter, faster. Powerful. But then she lost control of the cae, a problem with the tyres that made her crash into the barriers.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, trying to get the car our of there. "Morgan, you alright?" her engineer asked on the radio. "Yeah, but I fucked up everything".

Charles saw a car on the barriers, and when he recognized it was a Haas he started to panic.

"Red flag, Charles" Xavi said. "Slow down and come back to the box". "Who is it?" he asked nervous, anxious. "Eh... Morgan".

He wanted to jump out of his car, run towards the car of his sister and get her out of there. But he couldn't. What if she push him away, scream at him?

He parked the car on the garage and jumped out of it, ignoring the staff of the red garage and ran to the Haas one, worried. He looked around, searching her blonde hair, and when he saw her walking out of the safety car, he ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I was so worried" he whisper on her shoulder, hiding his face on her neck. She was shocked, feeling how his arms wrapped her tightly, how his body shook with quiet sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mor".

She frowned, wrapping her arms around his body slowly. He was crying, and she was too.

"I am proud, Morgan" he whispered. "We are proud. We really are. We watched all your races".

That was what broke her. She was so selfish, so stupid. She pushed them away while the only thing they wanted is to see her, support her. She ignored all the people that told her how her brothers missed her, how they wanted her back.

"I'm so stupid" she mumble hugging him. "I just... God, I wanted to be like you. I wanted it ... But then you and Arthur told me those things" she whispered. "We were idiots. We only saw you as our little sister, not as a driver. Fuck... You won three times on W-Series. You are here!" He exclaimed, making her giggle. "You are a Formula 1 driver, Morgan. Finally".

She pulled away from him and sighed, looking at her older brother. Charles cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead and touched the braid she made.

"Arthur is here, right?" She whispered. "Can I see him? Where is he?".

He laughed and looked around. The pracitis going to restart soon. He told her where her twin is,, and since she can't go back to the practice, she ran out of the garage if her team and went to the Ferrari hospitality.

"Is Arthur there?" she asked to the man that was standing in front of the main door. He nod, taking a step to the side and letting her walk inside. "Arthur?" she mumble, looking the back of his blonde hair.

He turned around and the moment he saw her there, dressed with the Haas suit, he got up and ran towards her without doubting it. He cried, just like her.

"Morgan..." He mumble and she shook her head, hugging him tightly. "I know. I'm sorry". She already knows what he's thinking, the way he looked at her tells everything. "I missed you too" she whispered.

She missed her family, her brothers. The feeling of being a team, a perfect team. The blood of her blood.

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Traintober 2023: Day 25 - Distress Signal

What's Out in Tidmouth Bay:

“And every year, on the date of the sinking, the ship rides the seas again, searching for the crew that abandoned her to her watery grave…” Salty finished, grinning at the assembled engines. “Rubbish!” snorted Douglas. “Thir's na sic thing as ghost ships rising up oot o' th' ocean. Whit a doolally idea. Whitevur neist? A submarine letting oot distress signals, even though thir's na yin thare?” Both he and his twin Donald sniggered. Edward scowled.

“You shouldn’t joke about lost submarines,” he said grimly. “After all, there’s a tale of a submarine that was lost off Tidmouth bay that will make you funnel quiver.” “Ooo! Tell it! Please!” exclaimed the other engines. Edward shot a dark look at them.

“This is not a pleasant story, and it’s certainly not one to make light of…” With one last sigh, the old engine began his story.

“Back during the First World War, both Britain and Germany began to deploy early submarines to disrupt shipping and try to starve their opponent out of the war. But back then, the submarines were still new technology – they rattled, and sprang leaks, and they were loud most of the time too. But when they glided underwater, not even the keenest of eyes could spot them.

“In 1916, several British submarines began docking at Tidmouth. These submarines were manned by local Sudrians who’d signed up for the navy, and they were very proud of their machines. ‘Best in the Navy!’ they would boast. ‘Never to be beaten!’ we would often reply, caught up in a great patriotic spirit for our country and our boys doing their part to defend it.

“One of the duties of these submarine crews was to tow large underwater mines into choke points in the harbour waterways. These giant, spiked balls of explosives were placed randomly, so that enemy ships would be unable to get too close to the harbour to attack. The submarines were good at this job, and the island’s people always felt safer knowing they were protecting us.

“It all changed one foggy night. A German U-Boat had been spotted off the coast of Liverpool and was sailing north towards us at a tremendous rate. At the time, Tidmouth was a major manufacturer of shells and explosives for the front line, and even one hit to the factory would do irreversible damage. The submarines in Tidmouth bay were sent out to find the German U-Boat, despite the thick fog that made navigation almost impossible – and they found it. Unfortunately, they also found the minefields.

“The radios were filled with crackly cries for help from Sudrian sailors, all lost in the fog and trying to avoid the mines they’d set while also hunting for a German U-Boat. We all waited with bated breath on the shoreline, all listening to the radio and praying for the boys…”

Edward paused, then tears filled his old eyes.

“And then, there was a flash of light – it was so bright, it pierced through the fog and lit up the entire bay – and screams. They came through the radio for only a couple seconds, but they were the longest seconds of my life. They were horrible – wretched, broken, filled with agony and suffering – and then they were gone. One of the Sudrian submarines had found the German U-Boat and fired on it… but they had missed… and hit an underwater mine. Both ships were destroyed, sinking down to their final resting places on the sea floor.”

The engines were horrified. Even Donald and Douglas were silent, eyes wide. Every engine who had lived through the First World War had known someone who had lost their lives – but to actually see it with their own eyes… it was horrific.

“But that wasn’t the end,” Edward continued, startling everyone. “One year later, the remaining submarines were sat in the harbour when their radios crackled with an unknown message. But it wasn’t just the submarines’ radios – no, it was every radio in Tidmouth. Every single one picked up this unknown, crackling message. It was a distress signal! – a shouted one, in two different languages. One was foreign – German; garbled, broken by the static of the radios. The other however… it was the lost sailors from the sunken submarine. They were shouting at each other and at us – and then there was a massive explosion that ripped through the radio-waves. There was a flash of light – and then those screams. They tortured us, far longer than the screams we’d heard on that fateful night. They were in German too now, as if both ships were wailing for their losses. And then… nothing.

“This happened again the next year, and then the year after that – and after that, the people of Tidmouth learnt. Every year, on the date of the accident, every radio in Tidmouth is switched off. It’s a moment of silence, for the men who lost their lives.”

No one knew what to say, and so they all went quietly to sleep.

The next evening, Edward was away on his branchline, and a new driver decided to leave the radio on for the engines in the sheds. This was not uncommon – the engines enjoyed the background noise; it was relaxing after a long days’ work.

It was only Donald and Douglas – Bear had the midnight goods, Gordon had the express, Salty was delivering some trucks to Elsbridge, Duck was collecting a late load of ballast, James and Henry were sleeping at the other end of the line, and Oliver was pulling the last passenger train of the evening. “Edward's story - ye dinnae hawp it, dae ye?” asked Donald. “Na! nae at a' - tis a guid story fur a friten, bit thir's na sic thing as ghosts,” snorted Douglas. “Especially nae ghosts sending oot distress signals.” “Aye, whit nonsense…”

The song on the radio ended – but another didn’t start. Instead, the radio crackled – as if suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of static. Voices could be vaguely heard from the radio, quiet – but growing louder. They were in English… and in German. They were screaming, pleading, arguing, begging for help. It was a distress signal. The voices grew louder, more garbled – and then, there was a sonic BOOM! that erupted from the radio, almost knocking the Caledonian twins off their rails.

It was followed by a horrific wailing and screaming. It ripped through Donald and Douglas, their boilers going cold at the sound. It was the sound of dying men. It stretched on for what felt like an eternity, eventually tapering off into garbled groaning, and then nothing.

An unseen figure in a top hat clicked off the radio, and vanished out the back door, unheard by the twins. They were barely holding in their tears, eyes wide and wheels quivering.

Oliver puffed in, looking very confused. “Are you two alright?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost—” “Dinnae... say that…” Donald croaked.

Oliver stayed respectfully silent.

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a-sad-machine · 2 years

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The Truth (part two)

uhhhh, kinda late as I did lotsa procrastinating, but better late than never ig? ^^”

since I did Mondstadt first, I’m just gonna continue chronologically, and I think I’ll keep the categories of people that I did in part one, since it makes structuring and all that a lot easier!

Liyue

alright, starting off, the ones who would notice that you’re the real creator: Ninguan, Yelan, Zhongli, (Bonus: Madame Ping)

for Zhongli I think it’d be the same as with Venti, meaning he instantly notices that you aren’t quite what you seem to be (or rather try to be). But even still with the knowledge of that, he’d take quite a long time to figure out who you actually are. Before stepping down as archon, he was the god of contracts and by extension law, so he tends to somewhat look at the world in black and white, which means that since there already is a celebrated divine creator, you couldn’t possibly be another (or that the current one is the fake). After stepping down he just tries to not be involved with anything too related to the gods, so while he doesn’t stop worshipping the divine creator, he just has less to do with it in a more general sense

Ninguan and Yelan are very involved with the laws and government of Liyue, so they immediately suspect something when you bring them the ‘free travel pass’ you got from Impostor-chan. Along with that they’re both really observant and probably kept an eye on you, which leads to them eventually finding out.

Bonus: Madam Ping (bc i like her) She would definetly know the truth the moment she saw you. How? No idea, she just does. While she is a bit kinder to you, she still treats you like a normal human being, probably gave you a Serenitea Pot for safer housing whilke you travel. I also think she would find it extremely funny to watch Zhongli stumble around the truth, especially since he’d be one of the later ones to realise.

next up, the ones who would think something is suspicious, but don’t realise the exact truth or just don’t have enough evidence: Hu Tao, Shenhe, Yanfei, Xinqiu

Hu Tao and Shenhe are a bit hard to decide which category they go into, since they’d know something is up but they don’t really care too much for different reasons. Hu Tao mostly notices that there are constantly happy spirits floating around you, but as long as they’re not causing trouble she lets it go. Shenhe meanwhile just isn’t around civilisation and humans too often, so even if you’re somewhat strange it doesn’t faze her

Yanfei seems like she kinda knows what’s up, but is in denial. She believes in law and honesty, so there is no way the divine creator would lie to them! And if she was worshipping a ‘false god’ all this time, that would mean she broke so many laws, which just can’t be the truth!

Xinqiu would probably also be borderline too devoted, but at the same time he’s smart, so he probably questions anything suspicous about you. He’s read so many books about you and your myths, that he can easily see the similarities, though unfortunately (for him) he doesn’t have anything too concrete. If only he could get actual proof instead of just constant theories and ‘coincidences’, maybe then he could worship the ‘real you’

the ones who are too devoted to question the ‘divine ruler’ would be: Chongyun, Ganyu, Keqing, Xiao

Both Keqing and Xiao are already pretty obvious with their worship of Morax in canon. Now multiply that by a lot, and you have two people who would do and believe anything their ‘creator’ wants them to. They might either harbour a bit of jealousy that the divine creator chose you over their devoted acolytes, or they will kind of worship you by association. Maybe a bit of both depending on the day

Chongyun is somewhat similar to Barbara. His family is very spiritual and gives off a pretty religious vibe, so it’s basically impossible for him to question the legitimacy of Impostor-chan. Him being completely oblivious to you also makes for a fun dynamic with Xinqiu, who constantly tries to nudge him towards the truth but keeps on failing

Ganyu, while not as devoted at Keqing and Xiao or Chongyun, is just devoted enough to not notices anything off. That, and she is constantly busy, so there is not much time to think too much about you

and lastly, the ones who either don’t care or don’t really seem religious are: Beidou, Qiqi, Xianling, Xinyan, Yun Jin

Beidou and Xinyan are very free-spirited, and tend to go against social norms. They don’t really care if you’re kinda weird sometimes, whether they have suspicions on the actual truth or not, because they see you more as just another person who enjoys freedom and expression of self

Xianling and Yun Jin are both very friendly and passionate people. Similar to Beidou and Xinyan they mostly think of you as a new friend with whomst they can share their passions with! Especially since you travel a lot, Xianling will ask you about exotic food while Yun Jin wants to know about the dance and music traditions you’ve encountered

Qiqi is kinda obvious I think. Maybe back when she was human she worshipped the divine creator, but since her ressurection she often forgets a lot of things. Even so, she is happy that each time you meet her, she can somehow remember you! You always try to help her remember what she’s supposed to be doing at the moment as well, which for some reason is so much easier when you’re around

(oh wow, I kinda wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Can you tell that Liyue is my favourite reagion xd? I think I might do another special part for the vaious non-playable characters that are cool, like Osial, Azdaha or the Cloud Retainer. Anyways, hope y’all liked this part, and I’ll try to keep writing as best as I can!)

(also, special thanks to the anon who wrote that Albedo drabble! it kinda gave me the motivation to finally continue with this au :D)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau genshin #friendly impostor sagau #liyue x reader #genshin liyue

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Watching You

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold AU

A/N: this is a flashback chapter, there is nearly a years difference between this chapter and the first tears of gold chapter.

TW: domestic abuse, misogyny, child abuse, suicide.

Grey, the skies were grey in the Westerlands. Black adorned every noble lord’s and lady’s bodies as they stood by the falls. Five children stood as they mourned the death of their mother, along with many other houses who had only come to pay respects; out of obligation. Only five young bodies knew the truth of what had happened.

“Our Lady took a terrible fall.”

Our mother killed herself

The silk that wrapped the former ladies bodies held further truth, if one peaked in they would see her bashed left cheek from the impact, a little lower they would see her crushed collar bone and even lower they would see blackened bruises from the fall. They would also see scars, yellowing bruises and fingerprints all over her skin, the testament to the brutality she had to suffer at the hand of her lord husband. She was gone, and a candle that all five children held in the storm; blew out with her. The oldest boy Jeagir stood with his arm around his sister Y/N- her hands rested on the shoulders of her two younger twin sisters Ellia and Nyela and their Maester Crasden,that stood next to them stood with an asleep toddler in his arms; the youngest Loren.

While the younger girls wept silently, their older siblings silently boiled in rage. All four children were handed torches as they walked to the four corners of the pyre their mother laid on, a Dornish priest went on with words that were muffled in the noble children’s ears. While some remembered the screams from that night, some could only hear the crackling fire in their hands. In unison they lit the four corners of their mother’s final rest. She would be safer now, nobody would hurt her now.

Lady Y/N’s mother had written to her six moons ago, “Fly back to me, child.” She had written. Her Martell uncles had managed to get her on a ship within the next day of the letter’s arrival. The ship flung the banner of House Martell and delights filled the cargo of the ship for their dear sister.

“Give her my love.” Oberyn Martell had said as he kissed the top his niece’s head, a girl he had raised as his own for the past seven years.

The morning the young lady arrived to Lannisport, her receiver and long friend Fredrick also brought the doomed message.

“Lady Elina took a terrible fall.”

One look at her mother’s dead body and the guilt in her mother’s handmaiden’s eyes, the horrified sullen eyes of her sisters and the rage in her brothers eyes. She knew.

Her mother killed herself.

Lannisport was controlled by the most powerful family in the Westerlands, the Lannisters. More specifically Tywin Lannister. That man knew everything that went on in his lands and surely a Dornish ship with Martell sails entering his harbour was to be brought to his attention. He had ridden out that day, as he did every other day to visit Lannistown and the port. Mostly to set his own eyes upon the visitors from Dorne, he had taken extra guards as a welcome party. He watched from high ground as the ship docked itself, five boats emerged from the ship. One with a golden pavilion shade, harbouring most likely a person of noble decent. He wondered if the Martell’s finally had come for his head, but out emerged a woman, young lady at best in a pink Dornish dress.

His cousin has rode down to the ports to enquire about the arriving party before riding back to his brother. Tywin watched as a man stood with the banner of his sworn house Maerilys, he watched as the man greeted the girl in pink, then he watched them speak and for a moment all the colour drained from the girl’s face. It seemed as though everyone around her had frozen too, then he watched as her hand came up to her forehead, her lips widen as all the men and women that came with her hung their head low. A message came for him too, a rider rode out from the Rock with the message.

“Lady Elina of House Maerilys has passed.”

His cousin returned from the ports too.

“That’s Lord Maerilys’s eldest daughter.”

Tywin had arrived to Deep Den after the funeral, he had known Lady Elina personally, the woman wasn’t much older than him but he knows wits when he sees it, though he never liked the man she married. Lord Loren Maerilys, clearly named after his ancestor but Tywin knew that man held no kingly qualities. The house provided a good chuck of the Lannister fleet and armies, siege weapons and other labour personnel to the Rock.

Lord Maerilys was a cruel man, the Mad King had his own reasons but Maerilys was another kind of evil, he flaunted his affairs in his lady wife’s face, he beat her and humiliated her. Lady Elina on the other hand suffered through it all, many never understood why, she was Dornish. If she had written about the true brutality of her husband to her brothers. They would have landed an army right at her front gates to take her home. She never did, she suffered it all.

When Lady Y/N was born Lord Maerilys was not pleased, had it not been for his advisors and Maesters, he would have thrown the girl into the sea to wash off her existence, to another father she may have been a delight, a gorgeous little girl. But to her father, she was weakness, she couldn’t carry their house’s name. Maester Crasden protected that little girl as best he could, keeping her for longer lessons or away from her father’s sight most times. However she too fell in the trap of her father’s violence, instead of staying in her room one night as her mother’s muffled wails rang through the halls, she hid a dagger in her skirts and walked into her parents chambers. Her little hands were ineffective, the blade she wielded ended up giving her a bigger cut than her father and a swollen bruise to her cheek from a backhanded slap.

“You insolent cunt! I could have your head for this.” He screamed like a mad man as the little girl’s glare never left him. That night her mother wrote to her brothers for help for the first time. She urged them to take her daughter, to raise her as their own with her nieces and nephews.

“Protect my girl, do not let her flame die.” She had written.

Tywin had strayed from his riding party for a while, he rarely got to breathe in the country and the serenity of its views. He wanted to tarry a bit, as his riding party prepped for his arrival. The old lion had taken a guard along with him, surely he was smart enough to know that he was safe no where. There was a faint rush of water from the great falls in the mountains by Deep Den, the birds sang their songs as the air in the forest remained thick and humid, and Tywin walked through it all like he owned the forests. He had taken a long deep breath, closing his eyes as his head lifted upwards, allowing himself to unravel for just a moment. Though his moment of peace was interrupted by the whoosh of an arrow that nearly missed him and lodged itself onto the tree trunk behind him.

His guard drew their swords, at alert as Tywin sat strong on his horse. All of them looking around to find the source of the attack, a rustle in the bushes and most of them were prepared to fight. Until from the bushes and vines emerged a woman, out of breath and sharp as she looked around before her eyes widened at the men with their swords out. Her hands instinctively held tighter on her bow as he chest heaved, looking at all three men skeptically; until the armour they wore gave their true identity away. Lannisters.

She dropped the bow, raising her hands in defence. Gulping at the glare, the lord had fixated on the girl.

“Forgive me, my lord. I thought you were a deer.” She looked at him apprehensively, as the prayed to the gods, that this man knew nothing of her identity.

“Clearly not.” He nodded at his men to sheath their steel.

Tywin didn’t trust the girl, and the only way he knew that he would make out of these woods without killing the woman, was to take her with him. She was clean, too clean for a commoner. Her posture and nimble fingers, too relaxed to be an assassin. She looked familiar and yet he couldn’t quite put a name to the face.

“Who are you girl?” Tywin commanded, his eyes capturing every detail of the girl. The velvet of her dress pointed that she was no mere peasant girl, though her unruly hair and mud over her hands would unlikely make her noble.

“I am a kitchen wench, from the Den my lord.” She tried to hold his gaze to not seem as if she was lying through her teeth. The lord gave her a grunt of answer before turning his horse around.

“Come along then. No girl like you should be out here alone.” He ordered but the girl stood her ground

“Forgive me my lord, strange men offering escort in the middle of the woods, not exactly reliable.” She made her case “I can find my own way home.” With that she ran, abandoning her weapon. The girl ran through the very well known forests as the Lannister guards wandered deeper into the forest with no avail.

Lady Y/N had returned home, huffing and covered in dirt. What was to be a trip to clear her head turned out to be a rat chase. The maids all looked scared for their Lady, for surely if Lord Maerilys saw his daughter in this condition, not only would he have her head but also the gaurds that were supposed to be escorting her.

“You must change, before your father sees you my lady.” A man called out, Fredrick. When she had left the shore he was merely a boy but when he came to receive her, he stood a man grown at nearly six foot three.

Down in the Deep Den’s hall, Lord Maerilys. A stubbed, and disgruntled old man greeted their liege lord. Both lord exchanged words of formality before Tywin walked himself to the rear gardens, where a burnt out pyre of ashes remained, still gusts of simmering smoke emitted from it. There laid lady Elina, he still remembered her face, how young him and his betrothed were when his father had brought him along to their wedding. An elaborate affair, the Dornish princess was set to marry the older Maerilys brother, yet tragedy struck and her “condition” left her in choice but to wed Loren Maerilys instead.

“They say you look for a wife, Lord Tywin.” Lord Maerilys asked, the old lion just nodded in reply.

“I have three. The older one just returned from Dorne, and my two younger one’s are yet to bleed but should be of cause my lord.” Tywin’s face scrunched up in disgust, though his face looked away from Loren, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure Tywin had imposed a marriage on his daughter, but sell out your daughters that young. Then out of the blue, it hit Tywin.

“Kitchen wench.” He scoffed under his breath. He hadn’t been outsmarted in a while but surely he was looking forward to meeting this Lady as he put a name to the familiar face. He remembered her from the docks

All the Maerilys kids poured out one by one. Jaegir came first, head held high and the spitting Dornish image of his mother, behind him trailed the two younger girls, Nyela and Ellia. They stood in a line as Tywin was introduced to them, he shook the oldest boy’s hands and charmingly complimented the little girls on their hair. Then burst through the doors was another, her hurried feet found her standing next to her little sisters, with a toddler in her arms. She bowed.

“This is Lady Y/N Maerilys, my eldest daughter.” Her father introduced her, the young lady cursed herself internally with ever crass word she knew. She prayed that he would keep his mouth shut about earlier, and thank the gods he did.

“And who might this be?” Tywin gestured at the child in Lady Y/N’s arms.

“Loren Maerilys, my lord.” Her voice spoke up, a lot gentler then earlier, almost a whisper as she tried to not startle the child.

Tywin that night thought of the proposition Lord Maerilys put forth, there was something about this girl that just made her tick. Tywin wasn’t a child that merely beauty would sway him, though she was quite a sight he had seen in a while, there was something commanding about her, the way her eyes never left his, her head held high even admits all this sorrow. He saw a gain in this too, an alliance between Martells and Lannisters, she was important enough for them to send her home with Martell sails. The next morning he made his wishes heard, he would court Lady Y/N for the week he was to reside at Deep Den, and leave with a bride by him.

Y/N Maerilys was having none of it, a screaming match broke out in the hall. As servants and soldiers turned a deaf ear to them yet again. Y/N had nothing against this wedding but she refused to leave her little sisters behind at the hands of a monster.

“The girls will leave with me to Dorne!” You yelled over your father’s voice

“You watch it girl, I could sell you and sisters for a lump sum and no one would bat an eye!” Her father threw back, menacingly nearing her. However Y/N wasn’t a child anymore, she stood her ground glaring up at her father. His hand shot forward, yanking Y/N’s head up from the root of her hair making her yelp out in pain.

“Hurt me, go on. My uncles will cut your hands off if I tell them about this.” The young lady’s words were laced in venom.

“My lord.” Maester Crasden’s voice made Lord Maerilys push his daughter away, as tears threatened to roll down her face. She sat on the chair with her head in the table, rubbing the spot her father had held onto. Crasden came over, his fingers gently parting her hair to check for injury, the lady would be fine.

“Marry him child.” Y/N scoffed at Crasden but he looked at her as if he wasn’t finished, her sat down next to her.

“You would be the Lady of Castley Rock, our liege lady.” He cleared his throat before going on “You could order your sisters away to Dorne.” His hand patted her cheek “You would hold power, I could not help your mother child. Let me help you.”

The old maester’s words had sunk deep within Y/N, she began to ponder on the topic of her marriage and finally gave in, other than Tywin’s cruelty on the battlefield and politics, there was no account of him ever imposing himself on women, she began to think of if she’d be safe and the only way to confirm her fonts would be from the source itself.

Tywin and Y/N had found themselves in her mothers gardens, Lady Y/N had called for him herself and Tywin was curious to hear what she had to say.

“I realize how auspicious of a union this is, however I have questions and terms of my own before I agree to this.” She kept her voice strong as she voiced her feelings on the matter.

“Go on then, my lady.” Tywin walked past her to sit down.

“I truly hope that you know my disdain isn’t toward you my lord, but merely a worry for my sisters.” She stated as she sat down across from him, she didn’t want to elaborate further, not wanting to slander her father in front of his liege lord.

“I am aware Lady Y/N” Tywin’s stress on the word made her look away

“Our family could take them for ward.” He suggested making Y/N look at him, grateful and confused

“They would be well looked after and eventually sponsored for when the time came for potential matches.” He elaborated further.

“I knew your mother Lady Y/N, I have a debt that still needs to be paid.” The mere mention of her mother made the lady’s eyes close over.

“And I would be safe?” There was a gentle crack to her voice.

“You would be safe.” He reassured her.

So it was setttled, Lady Y/N Maerilys was to wed Lord Tywin Lannister, ravens flew from Deep Den to Castley Rock, The Red Keep and to Sunspear. The news of this alliance spread through both families, both his children and the Martells were furious at about the wedding but it was done. A small affair in the sept, Lady Y/N wore her mother’s ivory dress that was fit to her sizing, that morning her mind nearly changed again as she tried to make a break for the ports but was stopped by her brother. If not for her then Lady Y/N performed her duties to protect her sisters.

“Father.”

“Smith.”

“Warrior.”

“Mother.”

“Maiden.”

“Crone.”

“Stranger.”

“I am hers and she is mine.”

“I am his and he is mine.”

“From this day until my last day.”

A chaste kiss between the two sealed this union. She was now Lady Lannister of Castley Rock, and hell was to pay if anyone tried to hurt her.

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