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THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 16

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

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a/n: hey loves! im BACK again with a new update and my writer's block is slowly fading away and i just finished my exams few days ago. damn almost 2 months since my last update? i sincerely apologize for everyone that has been waiting but rest assured, im planning to finish this smau this month (hopefully i actually do this) ne ways enjoy this chapter and love yall <3

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The date was decent, to say the least. The guy was nice enough to go on a blind date for the sake of his grandmother being worried about him and his love life. In order to ease her worries, he decided to go through with the date. They talked about their personal lives, such as how he wanted to start a small flower business near a school where his first love was working, while she talked about not standing up on this date as a sign of respect for him. She had also mentioned that her twin boys pushed her to go despite her initial disagreement. They had a lot of fun swapping stories, but Heeseung saw this as the two of them enjoying the date, which might lead to a deeper relationship in the future. His heart felt a tug, but at the end of the day, all he wanted was for her to be happy, even if he wasn't the reason for her smile. After all, she deserves everything this world has to offer.

Time came quickly, and after 2 hours of talking, they swapped goodbyes, and he offered to ride her home, which she declined because someone would be fetching her. She texted Heeseung to fetch her at the restaurant. As he received the message, he quickly drove to the front of the restaurant, where she was waiting for him. He opened the door for her and went back to drive her back home. The ride home was silent in comparison with their usual chat whenever they are alone. He just seemed off to her, but she can't pinpoint what the exact reason was for his demeanor. After a few minutes, she asked him to stop in an empty parking lot, which he complied with easily.

After he stopped the car, she asked him, "What's wrong, Heeseung?" to which he replied with a short response of "I'm okay, don't worry about me," but she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She explained that he was acting different after he fetched her, but he kept brushing off the fact that he was just tired. Her persistence never stopped, and he angrily told her, "Fine, I'm jealous. I saw you two in the restaurant laughing and having fun, and I felt jealous. For the longest time, I still love you. My feelings for you never changed after so many years. I tried to forget you and ventured to date a few years ago, but they will never be you. I longed for you, Yn. But seeing you smiling and laughing with other men made me feel that perhaps you have indeed moved on and I should move on as well." He kept talking, but she gave him a kiss to silent him.

The kiss felt like electricity running through their skin; it felt like their first kiss all over again. A kiss that is full of love, in which he responded back with a more firm kiss back towards her, filled with longing. He had longed for her for so many years, and the kiss proved it. After a few minutes, she pulled away to take a breath. She stared at his face as she examined his reaction. Before he could even respond, she spoke up. "I love you too, Heeseung. No need to be jealous over a man like him. We just talked about him wanting to build a small flower shop near the school where his first love was working. I even talked about you and the boys to him. He opened my eyes and made me realize that all I ever want is to be with you and our boys. I won't want to change any of that; I have longed for you. I want you back in my life, my love," she said as she placed a firm kiss on his lips.

He was too speechless to respond to anything, but he hugged her tightly in his embrace. He can't believe that the woman he always loved still loved him after so many years, and it wasn't a one-sided feeling the entire time. He started the car again and told her that they would be going to their old hangout spot. He wanted some alone time with her before they went back home. They stopped in a small park where they had always gone when they were teenagers. A night spent with her was all he needed to feel at ease. After all, his home has always been hers.

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can i please request one where it’s batboys x reader and reader is the daughter of devlon and she secretly used to help the boys when they lived in windhaven. She helped cassian when he was homeless by giving him food and clothes and stuff before she told him that living with rhys would be better for him. She also made sure rhys snd cassian welcomed azriel when he arrived and she just helped them through it all. And then just before they moved to velaris, the mating bond snapped for all of them and they asked her to run away from devlon and to live with them. She said yes and ran away to be the Lady of Night. After a few years she goes back to windhaven with the batboys and devlon cusses her out, but her mates defend her.

A Not So Warm Welcome Batboys x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, threats of violence.

You had always helped your boys, even when you were kids in Windhaven where you first met them. Rhys was easy to befriend because you spent time with his sister when she visited. Eventually, you started spending time with Rhys and became closer friends with him than his sister. Your father, Devlon, had warned you to stay away from them, but you always snuck off when he was busy. Rhys's mom was the only reason your wings hadn't been clipped, and for her, you were eternally grateful.

When Cassian had arrived, you were instantly intrigued by his scrappiness. You quickly learned he was all alone, making life much harder for him in the camp. You would save left overs from dinner and sneak them to him after your dad had gone to bed. Whatever money you could save went towards warmer clothes and better boots for him. You eventually convinced Rhys he wasn't as bad as he had thought. You even encouraged Cassian to stay with them once Rhys's mom had opened her home to him.

Everyone was afraid of Azriel when he arrived because of his shadows. You found them fascinating the way they were an extension of him and seemed to be their own at the same time. It took a while for him to warm up to you, but once he did, he became protective of you. He quickly befriended Cassian and Rhys because of their friendship with you.

You had helped the three of them through the loss of Rhys's mother and sister. It wasn't easy on any of you, Rhys was a wreck, and you'd feared he'd retreat inside himself and never be the same. Eventually, he came back better and stronger.

When the blood rite came, you cheered for them and prayed to the cauldron that they would make it back safe. You were relieved when the three of them walked back into the house, smiling and celebrating. You hugged each one and congratulated them. You celebrated with them until the early hours of morning.

A few weeks later, Rhys asks you to come to the house. When you walk in, you see all three of them standing around. "Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?" You say teasingly. "You're not in trouble, well, not yet anyways." Cassian says with a wink. "What are you three up to?" You ask. "We're moving to Velaris." Rhys says. "That's great!" You say excited for them but a little hurt that they're leaving. "I'll have to come visit you."

"You won't have to visit us because you're coming with us." Azriel says. Your face lights up at the idea of being free from Windhaven and your father. "You mean it?" You ask. "Of course, without you, we never would've become brothers." Rhys says. "You would've been friends without me. You needed each other. You just needed a little push." You tell them. "What we needed was you." Rhys says.

You move to hug Rhys, and before long, Azriel and Cassian join. You suddenly feel the snap in your chest, causing you to place your hand over it. You feel not one but three strings, one leading to each of the men in front of you. "Is that what I think it is?" You ask softly in disbelief.

"A mating bond with the three of us." Rhys answered. You looked between the three of them. "I would never choose between the three of you." You tell them a little panicked. Cassian smiles, "Nobody is asking you to choose. We're going to share you." Rhys and Azriel nod in agreement. You weren't sure how that was going to work out, but you were curious enough to try.

Over the next few weeks, you settle comfortably into your new life with your mates. Rhys quickly bought a larger house, given the circumstances. The three of them each had individual bedrooms, and your room contained a bed big enough to comfortably sleep all four of you. You rarely had all three of them in your bed unless it was needed.

You took turns sharing nights with each of your mates. You were surprised how well having three mates was working out. After seeing how well it was going, you accepted the bond. They always made sure your needs were met as well as their own.

You were sitting in Rhys's lap while he went over various reports. Cassian and Azriel had walked through the door to his office. You quickly jumped out of Rhys's lap and greeted them each with a hug and kiss before checking to see if either of them were injured. Once you were satisfied, they sat on the couch with you in the middle.

"I'm assuming you have news for me." Rhys says. "Yes, and you won't like it." Azriel answers. "The rumors are more than rumors." Cassian added, causing Rhys to swear under his breath. "What rumors?" You ask having been left out of the loop. "Wing clippings." Rhys answers softly. "But we outlawed that." You say glancing between your mates. "We did," Rhys says, "but you know how stubborn Illyrians are."

Your first point of order once Rhys had become High Lord was the ban of all wing clippings. "They refuse to stop traditions." Cassian says. "I guess that means we'll have to pay them a visit." Rhys announces. "We should start with Windhaven. That's where the rumors seem to be for the most part." Azriel says.

"I want to go." You say. The three of them look at you, surprised. "Not sure that's a good idea." Azriel says. You cross your arms in front of you, "and why isn't it?" Cassian pulls you into his lap, "because we're worried for your safety." You roll your eyes, "I can handle myself." He smiles at your tenacity. "We know, but we'd feel better with you here." Azriel says as he brushes the hair out of your eyes. "We'll be back before you know it." Rhys says.

"I'm calling Vows." You say as you stand and stare your mates down." The three exchange a look between themselves. "Darling, please..." Rhys starts, but you cut him off. "No, I'm calling Vows, and I'm going with you." You say sternly, "We were mated as equals, and we vowed to treat each other as equals. Right now, the three of you are not treating me like an equal."

"You're right. We'll leave first thing in the morning." Rhys says. "You're really letting her go, just like that?" Cassian says. "I'm aware of the risks Cass, besides I've dealt with Illyrians my whole life. It's nothing I can't handle." You tell him. "It'll be the first time seeing your father since you left." Azriel points out calmly. "We aren't sure how he is going to react." Cassian adds. "I'd rather face him with you than let the three of you face him without me." You say.

"It's settled. We're leaving in the morning. Get a good night sleep." Rhys said. You walked out of his office and into your bedroom. You went into your bathroom and got ready for bed. When you came out, you found Cass and Az in your bed. "What's this?" You asked with a smile. "We thought we could sleep in here with you." Azriel says, looking a little shy. "Of course you can, Rhys didn't want to join?" You ask. "He's still working in his office." Cass says.

"Keep my spot warm, I'll be back." You say as you make your way out of the room and back to Rhys. "Imagine my surprise when I find two of my mates in my bed while one continues to work." You say, causing Rhys to look up from his paperwork. "I just need to finish a few things." He says. "No, you need to get some sleep, especially with going to Windhaven." You take his hand and lead him to your room.

Cass and Az move so you can lay in the middle. Once you're situated, Rhys lays between your legs with his head on your stomach. The four of you get settled in and drift to sleep. You wake up a couple of times thinking of what morning brings. You feel Azriel holding you tighter as he mumbles, "Sleep, princess." You can't help but smile and settle into the warmth of your mates.

You wake up to the smell of tea as Cassian holds a mug out to you. "Thank you." You say with a smile while you reach for the mug and take a sip. "Drink up, you're going to need it." He says before kissing your forehead. You see that one of them laid out some clothes for you. After finishing your tea, you get dressed in training leathers that Cassian had bought you.

Rhys decided to save time and winnow to Windhaven. You had forgotten how cold it was in the mountains. It didn't take long for Devlon to approach once your presence was announced. "And where the hell have you been?!" He demands staring at you. You notice the way your mates shift and ready themselves to intervene if necessary.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!!" He says, his voice becoming angrier. "I have been living with them and helping to better this court." You say confidently. "All you've been is a whore for them to use until they tire of you. You'll be crawling back here in no time." He says. Azriel steps in front of you shielding you behind him.

"You will watch how you speak to my mate, regardless of her relationship to you." He says with venom lacing each word. "You will also show your High Lady the respect she deserves!" Rhys says, standing beside Azriel. The look on your fathers face is priceless as he tries to wrap his head around everything.

"You're mated to the two of them?" He asks in disbelief. "No, she is mated to the three of us." Cassian says with a smile he stands by his brothers. "All this proves is that you are a whore, just like your mother was." He sneers at you. "Last warning, insult our mate one more time and find out what happens." Rhys threatens.

"Why are you here?" Devlon asks, changing the subject but still giving you looks of disgust. "You know the new laws and are expected to enforce them." Rhys says. "I can not monitor what everyone is doing in the privacy of their own home." Devlon says.

"Yet you can clearly spot the aftermath of broken laws, and you choose to ignore it and not report it." Devlon glares at Rhys. "Being a half breed, you wouldn't understand our traditions and never learned to appreciate them." Devlon practically spits. "The tradition of wing clipping is outdated and barbaric." Cassian says.

"I wouldn't expect a bastard like yourself to understand either." He replies. "Enough!" You shout before stepping in front of your mates. "You all know the new laws. You don't have to agree with them, but you're expected to obey them. Anyone who doesn't will be made an example of anyone who doesn't report it will be guilty by association and face the same consequences." You say with authority.

You feel the bond flood with pride from all of your mates. "I assume most of you have training to get back to, I suggest you do. If not, I suggest you find something else to occupy your time." You say addressing the crowd that has gathered. "Who do you think you are?!" Devlon challenges, "What gives you the right to order my men around?"

"I am y/n! High Lady of the Night Court, made so by your High Lord, Rhysand. I expect to be treated with respect and not to have my authority questioned." You say confidently. "Get back to work." Devlon tells the gathered Illyrians.

"If you would like, we can discuss these rumors in private." Devlon says to Rhys after the crowd had disbanded. "Maybe later, I would like to get my mate settled before we continue." He answers. You notice the scent of your mates arousal, but keep your expression neutral. "Whenever you're ready, then." Devlon says before walking away.

You walk with your mates through the camp to Rhys's house. You enter first, followed by Rhys, then Cassian and Azriel. Rhys starts a fire to warm up the house for you. Cassian kisses you deeply, "You standing up to them was the hottest thing I have ever seen!" He says after breaking the kiss.

"You handled yourself well." Azriel adds as he pulls you into arms. "You were stunning. The look on your father's face was priceless." Rhys says. The scent of their arousal becoming stronger. "How about you take me to bed and show me how much you enjoyed that." You say with a devious grin. Before you know it, Cassian has you over his shoulder and is carrying you towards the bedroom with Rhys and Azriel following behind.

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The Shadowsinger: One

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. loss of family, gore, canon level mention of violence, Tamlin, heavy spoilers for ACOTAR series. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairings: (Eventual) Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After you were claimed as Amarantha's Shadowsinger, you meet the High Lord of the Night Court.

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Prologue

Just 6 months before everyone was trapped Under the Mountain is when she raided your small northern Illyria village. And it was all because of that male you slept with. When you thought he was sleeping and allowed your shadows to come out, he saw. And he knew. He ran back and told his camp Lord, who told Amarantha the second he could. The Lord had sworn allegiance to her before a few others did as well.

Every single villager was taken to one of the camps she had. Sirona, Igna, and Oran included. Every single one of them but you. At first, she threatened you with their lives, and you begged her to spare them. You begged her harder when she threatened to rip off your wings. So, she made you a bargain. One she didn’t make with anyone else.

So long as you would be her personal Shadowsinger, her spy, and told her nothing but what you thought to be the truth, your friends and your wings would remain intact. You foolishly agreed. Not aware of the loopholes that she would find ways around in the coming years.

You were there when she trapped everyone Under the Mountain. You were responsible for her having bargaining power over certain High Lords. How she was able to put a leash on everyone’s powers. You were trapped with everyone else. But you were her spy, and she still needed information from the outside. So she allowed you out, but only when she deemed it necessary.

And you met Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court. The High Lord of your home. Or what used to be. And not just a High Lord, but a Carynthian, the highest ranking form of an Illyrian that you knew. And he was Amarantha’s whore.

Rhysand had a familiar feeling the moment he laid eyes on you. Not only because you reminded him of his Shadowsinger brother, but something deeper. Something he hadn’t been able to place for the 50 years Under the Mountain.

When you first told him of your bargain with Amarantha, he was wary to tell you anything. He definitely wasn’t going to tell you about Velaris. Not when you had a bargain to tell her the truth about anything you learned. And lying to her would only get you killed.

Then he learned why you’d done it. How you bargained to keep your friends, your family (albeit not blood related), safe. To keep your wings unharmed. At least unharmed by her. So he decided he would do everything he could to keep his secrets from you. Not because he didn’t want you to know, but because he didn’t want you hurt. Or your family hurt.

You had learned to lean on each other during those 50 years. Amarantha would often send you out together. Even though she trusted you and Rhysand to bring her valuable information alone, she also knew that you couldn’t lie about the information that he told her.

But Rhys had learned to keep you in the dark, away from conversations, when he knew you didn’t want her to know what was going on. You couldn’t lie about something if you didn’t hear it. If your shadows didn’t tell you.

And then Feyre came. The 19 year old girl, human, professing her love for Tamlin. One of the first things that your shadows whispered to you about her was that she indeed did love him. Something Amarantha forced out of you once they took Feyre to her cell. After they beat her, of course.

You remembered when Rhys went out for Calanmai, even if he didn’t tell you what happened. You remember him coming back from Tamlin’s manor and telling you about Clare. You were on the mission to go retrieve her, just to conceal Amarantha’s soldiers enough so they could do their worst. Thankfully you weren’t asked to question Clare… Thankfully for Prythian, not Clare. You didn’t know you were retrieving the wrong woman.

What Amarantha did to Clare, how she displayed her decaying body in the throne room, you could barely watch. You knew Rhys had taken her mind. He wouldn’t let innocents suffer. It didn’t help, either way. Knowing that Amarantha would use it against you if you looked away or left the room. Especially because she may need use of your shadows to scare the poor girl even more.

You watched as Feyre defeated the Wyrm, as she miraculously survived the second task. You knew she couldn’t read. Your shadows told you the second the spikes started descending on her and Lucien. You thought they were going to die. But somehow, after hovering over the second lever for so long, she chose the third. It was like someone told her to do it.

Rhys didn’t mention he was sending Nuala and Cerridwen down to retrieve Feyre on those nights after their own bargain. Or what their bargain even entailed. He didn’t want you knowing the secrets. Not when it would ruin the plan he had in place.

So you stood by as Feyre held the fate of Prythian in her hands, with the dagger as she plunged it into Tamlin’s stone solid heart.

It wasn’t easy, watching Amarantha as she killed Feyre for it. As Rhys roared for her, fought for her. All while Tamlin did nothing but beg. Granted, he was injured, but he didn’t do anything. Didn’t even fight as Feyre’s neck snapped. You even tried to send your shadows towards Amarantha to blind her for Rhys, but she shot out a string of magic and knocked you on the floor and held you there.

But Feyre solved the riddle. She freed you all. And you took a deep breath as you felt more magic swell in you than you noticed before. Maybe it was from it being gone for 50 years. Or restrained, at least.

And Tamlin killed her. He did what every person Under the Mountain was wishing, any sane person at least. Amarantha was dead and you were free. Free to keep secrets from whomever you wanted. Free to see your family without fear that you would endanger them.

That final night roaming about in the upper floors of the Mountain changed your life even more. When you approached Rhys to say goodbye. To go to the camp your family was being held at and take them back to the village. If anything was left. It was then that he gave you an offer that was hard to refuse.

“Come with me,” he whispered. “To Velaris.” He said and you tilted your head, not understanding what that was. Without even reading your mind, he continued. “It’s my Court that isn’t known to anyone. I’ve kept it hidden from everyone. From her… but I want you there. I want you to meet my family. I want my family to meet the female who helped me through these years…” he said. “I want you to meet another Shadowsinger.” He said.

You stood there, blinking for a few moments. “Rhys…” you muttered. “I have my family-“

“They can come. I’ll get you set up in a townhouse with them. And if you’d like, we could see about you working as part of my Court.” He said. “Think about it. I’ll ask your decision by tonight. Once you’re with your family.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. You bounded over to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done here.” You whispered. The only response from him was a small hum followed by a tight squeeze.

You stepped back and thanked him again before disappearing with your shadows to the camp your family was in. Where you would finally get to see Sirona, Igna, and Oran. Even if they weren’t blood, they had taken care of you and seen you mature all those years. You may have failed them the day Amarantha came, but you hoped they knew that what you did, you did for them.

Only, you made it too late. The camp had been burned down hours ago. There had been a spell on it, tied with Amarantha’s blood. If she was to die, all of the buildings were to burn with anyone inside. Her foot soldiers or not. And only this camp. As if that last final blow would finally break you. It almost did.

Your knees buckled as you made it to your family’s building, shadows wrapping around you as you fell to the ground. The building was still simmering with fire. But you could smell it. Burnt flesh, blood, and soot mixed together. It caused you to vomit right in front of the small room Igna and Oran shared together. As you staggered inside, you knew they were gone. You were alone again. The only people who loved you were gone.

But you still had Rhys. So when he went into your mind, gently scraping a talon on the walls he taught you to build up, you said yes. In despair. He knew something was wrong. So he winnowed to the camp. He spotted you outside your family’s building, holding onto a small book as you trembled. And he held you as you sobbed. Just as he had sobbed when he reached his family in Velaris. Only you weren’t as lucky as him. Your family was dead, and his was healthy and happy to see him.

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A/N: A reminder, this is a story about the reader more than it is a love story. It's quite a slow burn for a while. I started it immediately after I finished reading the ACOTAR series. I'm reading TOG now, no spoilers please.

Chapter 2 will be posted April 23rd.

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All That I've Done

Edmund Pevensie x GN!reader

L I S T E N T O: River - Ochman

Warnings: crying, very short, implied relationship, probably like really bad but we're getting there.

Genre: reverse comfort, fluff, angs-ish

Synopsis: Here.

A/N: When I tell you I actually screamed in joy when I saw this request I'm not even exaggerating. Tysm anon for this, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,022

Your surroundings were way to quiet for your liking, the atmosphere way to solemn and even breathing felt hard. You stood a few meters away from the pevensie siblings surrounded by the remains of what used to be your home.

Exactly how long had it been? You knew time went by faster in Narnia than back home but you didn't expect it to have been so long, however long it's been.

You snapped out of your thoughts by Edmund's voice calling your name, you turned your head to see him standing right in front of you. "Here, I believe these are yours" he said handing you your old weapons and clothing. You took the daggers and fabric ,that looked untouched by time, no different from when you last saw them a year ago, from him gratefully and nodded in appreciation.

You'd been walking for some time, everything seemed so different, so quiet, the once lively kingdom now only a fraction of what it used to be.

The five of you came to a halt, taken aback by the scene unfolding Infront of you, two men in foreign armour atop a small boat in the river not too far away carrying a dwarf, gagged and tied.

Susan was quick to act, aiming at them with her bow "Drop him!" She commanded and ironically enough that's exactly what they did, dropped him in the river.

One of the men readied his crossbow yet before he could even aim he was pierced by Susan's arrow while the other cowardly fled. Peter quickly jumped in the river, saving the dwarf while you helped Edmund get the boat to shore.

Lucy used her dagger to cut the dwarf's restraints. "Drop him?!" Was the first thing he said directed to Susan "is that the best you can come up with?!"

"A 'thank you' would've been appreciated" you defended hearing Edmund snort beside you.

You laughed at the dwarf's expression when he put the pieces together "You're it?! You're the kings and queens of old?!".

It took some time to get him to trust you but it worked out after a short duel against Edmund. You learned that his name was Trumpkin and that it's been over a thousand years since you disappeared.

Trumpkin told you about prince Caspian and how he was trying to help the Narnians, how he was the one that had called for you using Susan's horn.

You spent most of the time of your journey walking by Edmund, you tried starting a conversation multiple times but he looked uninterested, trapped in his own thoughts, giving you short answers and not bothering to continue after that so you simply gave up and stuck to quietly walking by his side.

It was starting to get dark, the sky turning a beautiful indigo colour, full of bright starts, the starts you would admire at every night for 15 years. You decided to set up camp in a small clearing, you'd continue your journey early at dawn.

As you sat with Lucy and Susan quietly, you noticed Edmund out of the corner of your eye, a bit further than the rest of you sitting alone on a boulder.

Using your hands to assist yourself, you stood up, slowly walking towards him. He looked sad still like he's been for the whole time you've been back. The sound of your daggers clanging together as you walked made him turn back in alarm, visibly relaxing once he saw who it was.

Not speaking a word you sat by him for a minute or two before finally turning to look at him. "What's up with you?" You asked making him turn to you with a confused expression.

"Whatever do you mean?" You rolled your eyes, knowing very well he knew what you were referring to. "You've been looking all solemn since we got here. Are you not happy to be back? What's the matter?" He shook his head and faced Infront of him "of course I'm happy to be back it's just." He paused for a moment "it's so different, too quiet, too eerie" he explained, his gaze directed to you once more.

You nodded and moved slightly closer, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder "I understand, and I completely agree with you, but we have to keep our heads up. We need to be strong for our home, I'm sure we'll fix this." You reassured him, or tried your best to.

Your expression turned from that of compassion to one of panic as you noticed the tears making their way to his eyes. "I just can't stand to see Narnia this way, after all that I've done, all that we've done. Why did we have to leave? Why didn't we stay?" He cried with a shaky voice.

You opened your arms for him and he gladly accepted the affection, wasting no time to move into your embrace and cling to you, his handa gripping the back of your shirt as he hid his face in between your neck and shoulder.

You ran a hand through his hair, the other rubbing comforting circles on his back "it's okay. Let it out" you spoke softly to the sobbing boy in your arms.

He sobbed for a good 10 minutes before letting go of you and wiping his eyes "I'm sorry." You shook your head, your hand remaining in it's position on his back. "It's okay to cry, even as a king. You have nothing to apologise for"

He smiled slightly at your words, placing his hand atop your own which had moved from his back to his shoulder as you spoke.

"Thank you. For always being there for me." You smiled and placed a quick yet soft kiss to his forehead "you can always count on me to be there whenever you need me to, I promise" without further words he returned to your embrace a content sigh leaving his lips.

Knowing his has you by his side, always there, makes him feel invincible, like nothing could ever harm him. You can and will save Narnia like you did once, together.

#fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #narnia x reader #narnia #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #reverse comfort #angst #fluff

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nikos-oneshots · 1 year

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Can you write a oneshot (headcanons are cool to) where the reader is the older Sibling of The Collector?(like same mental age as a highschooler) like during the end of season 2 where he is freed and they are reunited and its some fluffy Sibling time? also like angst bc it's the end of the world lol [I don't know if I have to clarify but this is meant to be platonic]

The Collector & A Sibling! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Owl House Spoilers Word Count: 1.4k Pronouns: Second Person Pov, Any Notes: This was supposed to be posted last night, but my computer did a fucky wucky and now I finally have a Fic being posted at a decent time! This was completed and edited before For The Future came out, so there may be some canon divergence, sorry about that! I hope you like it!

You sit uptop your mountain, the only place you have known for many years. You had made a life for yourself there, no matter how sad it may be. You feel lonely living day by day, year by year up on that lonely mountain top, but it's something you must do. You had been cursed, but not by an enemy, but by yourself. You have to stay alive for him, your little brother. You two were created from the stars above together, you two only had each other for as long as you could remember, but now, you have nobody and nothing. You had no idea where he went, but all you know is that he was gone. You had tried to search for him every day for the first 100 years he had been missing, but you had no luck, so reluctantly, you gave up.

You felt like life was no longer worth living without the only person you felt gave your life meaning. You couldn't go back to the stars and you couldn't go to where the witches were, so you chose the next best thing, being to live alone in solidarity. The main reason why you chose that, is so that you could wait. You had a feeling that your little sibling would come back. You don't know from where, but deep down, you thought you knew he would come back. Maybe it was denial wishful thinking, but that didn't stop you from waiting for him. You knew that nobody would be able to stop, let alone destroy that little agent of chaos.

You passed the time as delightfully as it could be, as you picked up a hobby as watching the citizens of Bonesborough. Yea, it might be a little bit creepy, but what else was there to do. You got to know many of them quite nicely over the years, but the person that interested you the most was the Emperor of the land. He had a nice grip on the people of the city, but the part that made you interested in observing him is the fact that he hasn’t died yet. The general lifespan for a supposed witch is around 80-100 years, but from what you recall, you had been observing him for around 200. You wished to mess with him, since he seemed like not the best guy, but you swore off using your powers after those 100 years of searching for your brother. But soon, something would come that would cause your waiting to end.

You sat on your mountain as you normally would, your knees pressed to your chest. There was a big event that the Emperor was holding. You didn’t know the details, but the entire city was joining which was unusual. You watched as many different kinds of airships and robed individuals flooded into the area where it was headed. You had a bad feeling about this, you had considered leaving for elsewhere, but curiosity got the better of you, so you stuck around to see what was happening. Soon enough, the Emperor you got to know so well was projected to a larger scale across the arena and began to talk to the residents of the boiling isles. You sat up in your seat, glaring at his hologram with intent and interest. He gestures over to the almost-complete eclipse as his hologram fades away.

You look over to your camp, where you would walk around every once in a while, the place you set up to be home. You considered leaving it to get a better seat, but you had been here for so many years. You figured that you would be back after it had ended, so you teleported over to the arena. You perched behind one of the large pillars around it, occasionally peaking around it to see what the Emperor was doing. You see multiple people enter a platform as they begin standing around in a circle as they soon begin to fight. You didn’t know what they were fighting over, but you were glad that you were able to watch something, since the Emperor hadn’t made his way up onto the platform yet.

You stared at the moon and the sun, they hadn’t crossed paths, but they were just about to. You decide to take a break from the fight and pay attention to the eclipse. You watch as it slowly rises to where the sun rests inch by inch intensely, you just wanted it to happen already so that this ceremony would get interesting, but when it did, all hell broke loose. A bright yellow light shines through every person to be seen as their screams echo the arena. What was happening? Would they be okay? You noticed that you weren’t affected which was weird, but maybe you could try and stop it? You didn’t want to give away your existence, but you also didn’t want to just stand there and do nothing. You look up to the eclipse and all the energy draining from the people all the way up to it, “That must be where the power is going…” You shush to yourself.

You look to your hands, your weak hands that handled weak magic. You couldn’t move the moon, that was too much for you. You were made with more physical strength than magical, it would be nearly impossible to match the magical ability of any one of the stars above. The only person you knew that could potentially stop this would be your brother. His magical ability would be unmatched for anybody on the isles, even more powerful than their creator, but he was gone. The Isles were doomed to be taken over by the eclipse and the spell that made it act this way. You knew the moon and the sun when you were still residing in the stars above, and you know that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt the people of any of their planets, atleast, that's what you remember. The people were dying, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it and without the people here, you would be lonely again, much like you were 400 years ago.

Everything stops as fast as the snap of a finger as the moon is forcefully moved away from the sun. You looked up to the sky to see it turned from red, back to the calm orangish-blue you have come to love. You look around dumbfoundedly for the cause of such a miracle, but none was to be seen. Was that part of the plan? You assumed not, something or someone had to have done this and you certainly didn’t think it was The Emperor, finished playing a fun little prank on the isles, he wasn’t that powerful. There was only one person who you think could have done it. Your thinking was interrupted as your attention was drawn to a loud rumbling noise from behind you. You turn back to see the Emperor's castle being taken apart piece by piece as it begins floating in the air in a spiral pattern. You see something in the middle. You see someONE in the middle.

You stumble as you walk towards the edge of the tower as you look up at them. It's him. You start to shed tears as you recognize the person. You jump off the tower as you teleport towards one of the floating rocks above the person. You watch as they spin and turn with joy as they continue destroying the land around them,. “COLLECTOR!” You shout at them.

They seemed to recognize your voice, as they turned around to you quickly with a giant smile coating their face. “Y/N!” They should back as they forcefully gravitate you towards them, ending in a giant embrace.

The Collector spun you around as they laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh too. Your brother hadn’t changed a bit, and you were so happy. This was it. This is what you had been waiting years, no, centuries for. You had spent that time looking for him, and you had finally found him. You were no longer lonely anymore, you had your family back. The world may be ending for the mortals down below, but you finally had the only person you had ever known back. Even though you had been looking over the people of the boiling isles for years, and even though you could see their fear and hear their screams, you suddenly didn’t care. You didn’t care if they were suffering, you didn’t care if they're home and families were dying, as long as you had your family back, it all didn’t matter.

Finally! A fic I didn't have to import to AO3! Tysm for the request! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Lots of Love -Niko🥞

#the owl house #owl house #the owl house x reader #owl house x reader #the collecter toh #toh x reader #toh #toh collector

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Hey, I can see you're busy, but I know you like to see our OCs and I finally have two of them finished, at least their profiles. I don't have any sketches of the sort yet. Anyway, I'll send them seperately bc, as I said before, they are pretty damn long and I was not sure in the slightest what to cut out. I had a lot of revamping to do since I started these years ago and now that season 1 is out and done, changes needed to be made XD. Anyway, here's the first one and I'll send the second one shortly. Changes may be made in the future, but this is in fact the bare bones of the character and I'm quite proud of it :D.

Name: Jeanette “Jean” Sawyer

Gender: Female Born in: 1956 Died in: 1973 (age 17)

Cause of Death: Suicide/Hypothermia Height: 5’2 (alive), 5’10 (current)

Appearance: pale blue skin; black hair with white frosted tips on the end; eyes with icy blue sclera and a white iris; body type on the slender side, inverted triangle body type; forearms are larger than normal with white scars going down the length; often seen wearing warm clothes and arm warmers Species: Sinner Nickname/s: Jean, Jeannie, Shrimp, Kid, Kiddo, Shortstack, Toots Likes: cooking, skating, milkshakes with french fries, mini golf, listening to music, watching movies, carnivals, singing, dancing, trying new things, board games, cats, people watching, anything soft and warm, stargazing, camping Dislikes: the Vees (Vox and Valentino in particular), the cold, the dark, her arms, pineapples, most electronics, being the center of attention Sexuality: Lesbian Sins: Suicide Job: Hazbin Hotel Patron Background: It is difficult to get a grasp on what kind of person Jean is at first glance considering how much distance she puts between herself and others. In life and in death, stability was a luxury that Jean never truly had, making it difficult to open up to others, let alone fully trust another person. The only trustworthy constant in her life was her hardworking mother, whom she always looked to as a role model, confidant, and caretaker.

Life was rather difficult, but both felt that having each other was all they needed. One day, Jean’s mother died, leaving her with nobody to care for her. For two years after, Jean was passed around in foster homes where she was beaten, scolded, and (the final nail in the coffin) had a foster parent attempt to sexually assault her. In a flash of panic, she killed her would-be rapist and she couldn’t help but fall into despair, deciding to take her own life after fleeing the current foster home in the middle of a blizzard.

Upon entering hell, Jean was more confused and helpless than ever. Once her first extermination came around, her mother found her and brought her to safety where they would essentially live life from where they left off. Jean rarely went out on her own with the fear of the sinners often leaving her frightened for herself and her mother who often left to provide for them both. At a sudden point, her mother seemed to vanish for a few days before returning to her. Things seemed to change after that. It seemed her mother was bringing in more money than ever before, leaving them much better off; however, many things felt off as well. For one thing, her mother seemed to be more on edge. She also wouldn’t allow any electronics other than what she tinkered with and any time Jean ever went out, she never went alone. Then one day, her mother never came home and couldn’t be contacted. Concerned for her mother’s wellbeing, she searched for any leads and she found one in her work-related files: a business card belonging to VoxTek.

Upon entering Vee Tower to inquire about her mother’s whereabouts, she was swiftly intercepted by Vox himself. He told her she was indeed in the building devoting herself to a new project he put her on and offered her a tour as the daughter of one of his ‘top employees.’ She hesitantly accepted, wanting to heed the warning her mother gave of interacting with strangers yet drawn into the shiny new world she had just entered. Jean had never seen technology so advanced before and began to wonder why her mother never showed any of it if she indeed worked there. The answer became all too clear once two people inserted themselves into the situation: her mother, who found out she was there and rushed to protect her, and Valentino, who spotted the young sinner with no master and was drawn in immediately.

One thing led to another and, upon Valentino harming Jean, her mother incapacitated both of the overlords in order for Jean to escape. Unfortunately, her mother was not so lucky. For ten years going forward, Jean lived in hiding and fought to survive on the meager resources her mother stashed away and what little she could receive from her via care packages. Jean often read the hand-written notes her mother included with them in order to feel close considering the danger of meeting with each other in person. Even from a distance, her mother always relayed the same message, which was also the last words she ever heard from her mother: ‘Keep your soul. Don’t trust these dealmakers.’

After some time, Jean accidentally trespassed onto the turf of a mysterious entity (at least as far as the other residents of Hell save for a few were concerned). She was quick to find out the entity’s true identity: a powerful sinner named Sibelle, a girl around her age that perished centuries ago for witchcraft. She allowed Jean to stay in her territory and over time, the two grew extremely close even to the point of Sibelle wanting to make a deal. Jean was quick to try and decline until she heard the terms of the deal: Sibelle was offering her soul and in exchange, Jean was free to summon her and use her power so long as it wasn’t for selfish reasons. In the former’s eyes, the latter would be able to call on her should she need help while she was outside the territory. As Sibelle would explain, her power is prone to force her into violent rampages and she had been in search of someone she had full trust in to form a soul contract with in order to keep her in control. After a while of asking, Jean had been worn down and accepted the deal. Not long after, Jean had decided to move on despite Sibelle’s protests and pleads to stay for her safety. However, she was sure that she couldn’t stay forever as she was now determined to find a way to free her mother from her contract with Vox.

One day, Jean encountered Charlie and Vaggie as they were recruiting patrons for the hotel. Charlie was more than eager to drag her along and talk Jean’s ear off about her idea and, with the short amount of time they had known each other, that she’s positive that she had an excellent chance at redemption. Mainly because of curiosity, hope and really having little else to do, Jean accepted and moved into the hotel to see she was one of two patrons. Once Alastor and his crew enter the picture, she does feel her walls coming down and finally confides in Angel Dust about her past, feeling he would understand considering their connection with Valentino. In Angel’s words, if Valentino ever found out she was there, it wouldn’t be from him.

Outside of redemption exercises, Jean can be seen throughout the hotel interaction with the other residents doing a number of things such as: playing cards with Husk, babysitting Fat Nuggets, and being Alastor’s unwilling little helper. She would grow especially close with Angel Dust and Husk, growing to see them as an older brother and father figure respectively. Personality: As previously stated, Jean faces some serious trust issues due to lack of stability in her life and (the very obvious) trauma inflicted on her by those she was told she could trust. It would take a great deal of work and time to break her walls down, which is honestly what she is hoping to find (basically, too afraid to initiate steps to build trust and needs others to take the first step…s). She’s quiet, almost to the point she sneaks up on people and spooking them with no intention to do so. Many initially found it creepy save for Alastor, who found the startled reactions to be quite amusing.

Despite this, the persona Jean puts on in front of others is one she copies from her mother: a no-nonsense spitfire that refuses to submit to anyone. Of course, it is merely a front she copies as she’s seen her mother use in order to deal with the more threatening individuals. Dying at the age she did, Jean did find it easy to be rebellious though it clearly proved to be her downfall many times. Although her age makes her more prone to naivety and recklessness, it does allow Jean to remain open to new ideas (hence willing to try redemption) and not become set in her ways like a lot of adults tend to do with age. Unfortunately, this also means that Jean’s younger mind isn’t able to handle emotions and stress as well as an adult would, making her prone to emotional outbursts and meltdowns.

Habits & Quirks:

Jean wears arm warmers constantly even if she is wearing long sleeves

Is a quiet person to the point where she ends up sneaking up on people

Is always cold, most likely due to dying partially to hypothermia; strangely the intensity of how cold she feels depends on her mood

Has a terrible sense of direction. One of the very few reasons she owns a smartphone is for the GPS. It’s also why she studied astronomy when she was alive in order to read the stars for direction.

Trivia:

Jean has a baby face, making her look younger than she actually is. It’s especially amusing when Charlie practically exclaims “not in front of the baby!” or “she’s just a baby!” while covering Jean’s eyes and/or ears. It can be quite embarrassing yet she can’t help but feel slightly flattered. But mostly frustrated and embarrassed.

Jean gives nicknames to all her friends and family, using them in her journal and as their contact name in her phone. She rarely addresses them with these names in real life, but likes to do so on occasion

Charlie: Princess Bedhead 👑🥱

Vaggie: The Warden ⚔️

Husk: ♣️King of Clubs♣️ (AKA ♥️Dad♥️)

Jean is seen to be very sentimental. Considering how little she had in life, it made sense to her to place value in the very few things she did possess. Her most prized possession is a photograph she managed to hold onto as she died of her and her mother at their local state fair.

Since the confrontation with Vox, Jean had developed an aversion to most electronics, even the ones not developed by VoxTek. She still gets anxiety any time she has to pass by any screen.

STOP WHY CAN I PICTURE HER AND FAT NUGGETS CUDDLING I CAN'T-

#THE AMOUNT OF LOVE #AND THOUGHT YOU #PUT INTO HER #AMAZING #I'M JEALOUS #NEVER STOP

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katy-l-wood · 1 year

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You know, I talk about my family Cabin on here a lot, but I don't think I've ever actually explained what the Cabin IS. So. Story time. We haven't had a story time in awhile.

This story starts sometime in the early 1900s with my great grandfather losing half his right hand in some sort of logging/mill/mining accident. The stories vary depending who in the family you ask. (He also ran mule trains over the mountains at some point.) But however he lost it, he ended up in the local hotel (which was a facade building, I believe, so just a glorified tent) because there was no hospital. There was also no doctor. Somehow somebody tracked down a nurse somewhere and brought her to the hotel.

BUT!

It was improper for this young woman to be alone with a man, even if she was trying to make him not be dead. The scandal!!!

So that nurse became my great-grandmother. No idea what their actual wedding was like, but I imagine it was rather interesting given they'd only known one another two days and he was still half delirious because of major injury.

Now we'll skip forward a bit. They decide to buy a few acres over in Middle Park/Grand County, and they're gonna start a little ranch up there. They pay some dude for the land and pack up the wagon (yes, wagon, the Colorado mountains didn't get the message that the century had changed until about 30-40 years after it happened). But then they arrived and, on no, they've been lied to! No land is waiting! They managed to get themselves a few acres anyway and went about starting their ranch and having 10+ children, all but one of whom lived to adulthood which was damn impressive. (Also worthwhile to note here that, until sometime in the 1950s, there was only one doctor in the whole county and she was a grumpy old lady who didn't believe in pain meds.)

Their youngest daughter died at 4, I believe from whooping cough, and less than a week later my great-grandfather came in from the fields, said he wasn't feeling well, laid down, and died. So now here's my great-grandmother in the middle of the Rockies in the 1920s with 10+ kids, some of them still under 10. And let me tell you, she kicked ass.

But what does all of this have to do with the Cabin you say? Well, see, those 10+ kids spread out all over the county, buying their own lands and marrying into the other families up there. Then along came the state saying "hey, we want to build a reservoir where your house is, get out." To which my great-grandmother said "fuck you." She said fuck you enough times that the family eventually ended up with 1000+ acres in exchange for moving off their little plot. They literally just picked up the house and moved it about 1/4 mile up the hill, and that original house is still there today.

Now, ever since then the family has sold off some of the land, but we still have a lot of it. The family cattle ranch is still operational as well, now run by one of my second cousins. A couple of my great-uncles also built houses on various parts of the property over the years, which is how we get to the Cabin.

My grandfather, the youngest living child of his parents, eventually moved down to Denver. But he still loved his home in the mountains, and wanted his 10 kids to experience that as well. One of the houses on the family property had fallen into disuse, to the point cows were living in it and having a grand old time. My grandfather decided to fix it up so that he and his kids could have a place to go up there. This was the first Cabin, referred to as Camp Grub. Until his sister-in-law, who technically owned the house with his brother, realized he'd fixed the house and went "oh, how nice of you! Get out, it's mine now."

Thus, the second Cabin came into being. Not wanting to give up on having a place up there, my grandfather found another cabin a few miles away and rented that. It was called the White House because it was. Well. White. This is where my dad and his 9 siblings grew up going all the time. Lots of fond memories of hunting, fishing, and general shenanigans. But then, early in the 90s, the owner of the property didn't renew my grandparent's lease.

This time, my grandparents wanted to get something they OWNED and couldn't be taken from them. They settled on the Cabin, which was again several miles away in a different spot. This third Cabin is the one we still have today, the little A-frame. It was named Moose Camp.

None of his children wanted him to buy an A-frame. Because A-frames are terrible. It could only sleep six people and, at this point, there were a good 20+ family members that wanted to use it. But my grandfather did not care. So we ended up with an A-frame that sits on 60ish acres and, at the time, was on the only tiny little flat spot of the entire 60ish acres.

My dad and his siblings, mostly in their 20s and early 30s at the time, took one look at this and decided nope. Must fix. So they promptly set about hand-digging a basement to add four more bedrooms, and they dug out a huge chunk of the hillside to create a flat spot for the garage and parking. Half the garage is a garage, the other half (separated by a wall) is an outdoor livingroom/dining area. There has been some other odds and ends projects done over the years such as cutting a couple RV parking spots out of the woods, but nothing else major.

Now, this is the Cabin I grew up in and the one we still have. I have spent nearly 30 years of my life going up there almost every weekend. After my parents divorced they started moving at least once a year each so from a very young age I never had a stable home except for the Cabin.

The whole family used it, and you never knew who was coming. It could be just a few people, or twenty. Sometimes people brought friends. Sometimes distant cousins showed up. My cousins and I had the run of the place, and the whole 60 acres. It was a grand old time, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. We all learned to shoot, to hunt, to be safe in the woods. We heard all the family stories, and visited the family that still lived up there. There were always at least two fridges full of food and it was just sort of a free for all of who ate what, didn't really matter who brought it. There were campfires out behind the garage. There were lazy days in the gazebo my dad and his siblings built for their mother from scrap wood.

After my grandparents died, the Cabin was put into a trust so that now all of their kids have an equal share in it. (Except for one, who we do not speak of, because she is not welcome in the family anymore, and another who has died.) Over the years, most of the family has used it less and less. My dad and I are now the ones who use it the most, and do most of the upkeep. I've got an uncle and an aunt (my dad's brother and sister) who come up a fair amount as well, but the uncle is getting a bit too old to really help out with the heavy projects and the aunt...well...she tries.

Other family does still come up, though. Some a handful of times every year, others only once a year or so. They usually find something to complain about (specifically one aunt who is a very my-way-or-the-highway person) or some project they think needs done, and they'll moan about it not getting taken care of, but never do anything about it. They leave and my dad and I continue to tinker with the plumbing, cut firewood for everyone else to use, clean out the fridges, restain the siding, fix the basement when it floods in the spring, plow the road, and everything else that needs done, never really bringing up the fact that we're the only real caretakers left of the place. If the rest of the family does manage to decide to do some sort of project my dad and I usually end up putting it back in order once they're gone, and they never notice.

We still visit the surrounding family, we still hunt, we still explore. But it's quieter now. It'll always be home, though. The only real home I've ever had. According to the rules of the trust, the property has to stay in the Wood family unless every member of the trust agrees to sell, which they'll never do. So it'll be there, in some form, for quite awhile.

(Putting the words Long Post in here so the tumblr filters can hide it even if other people don't tag it as such.)

#The Cabin #The Wood Family #Storytime #Long Post #Story time

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hee0soo · 1 year

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Jisoo VS Spiders

Summary: Jisoo and her hate for spiders

(I´m not good at picture editing as this on proves!)

Moment 1 Childhood

Once Jisoo was asked at a FancallEvent if there was anything she was particularly scared of and her answer would always be the same. SPIDERS! She told the fan a little story about why and it went viral when posted on twitter!

When she was 6 years old she went on a vacation with her grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousins to Italy. The house was surrounded by the beautiful vineyards of the Toscana, the home of some very venomous and big spiders!

She shared the room with her cousin Vicky who was two years older and one night, when they had already gone to bed, the girls heard a scratching sound.

Vicky switched on the light and there were two Tarantulas just chillin on the wall.

While Jisoo was starring at them, Vicky went to get one of the adults, telling her cousin to stay calm.

As she was left alone, the tarantulas started moving. Down the wall and towards the bed where Jisoo was still sitting frozen to the spot!

When she realized that they were coming closer, Jisoo jumped out of the bed, screaming bloody murder!

Let´s just say that the rest of the house was awake too after it and 6 year old Jisoo would NOT sleep in that room one more night.

Moment 2

Filming SKZ Song Camp with Hyunhin and Chan was fun.

It wasn´t often that they got to film indivual content videos with less members and the 3 took the chance to bond over filming for their Unit song and shared experiences.

The 3 members were sitting in a pool, reminiscing about memories and when filming come to a close the girl went to leave the water first.

What she didn´t know was that there was a spider hanging right behind her head, right on eye level.

Chan had already seen it but since it was tiny he didn´t say anything, having forgotten that Jisoo was not good with them at all.

Him being from Australia, the tiny arachnid was no problem for him.

Jisoo on the other hand turned around only to see the spider right before her nose and flinch so hard that Chan had to catch her and save her from drowning herself!

Hyunjin couldn´t stop himself from laughing. He just watched the girl cling onto the leader and beg for someone to remove it!

Moment 3

In 2022 when Chan and Felix went home to Australia, Felix decided to take Jisoo with him. Her parents weren´t in Germany at the time so she couldn´t visit them. Knowing how sad she was, he told her to pack cause she would be accompany him to his home!

His mother was ecstatic when her son told her and Jisoo was too. Untill she remembered what kind of animals lived there!

She didn´t dare say a word though, instead trying to cure herself by watching hundreds of Huntsmen videos on Youtube!

Needless to say that it didn´t work. On her fourth day in Sydney, Jisoo woke up before Felix.

She went into the kitchen where his mom and sisters were already awake.

Rachel at one point left to get something from the living room and shortly after they heard her call. “Lizzy is back!”

Mrs. Lee and Olivia also went into the living room and Jisoo not knowing who Lizzy was followed them. She met Felix who had also woken up at that point, in the hallway.

Together they entered the room.

Unpon meeting Lizzy tho the girl wished she hadn´t.

Right there on one of the walls was Lizzy with her 8 hairy legs and if Felix hadn´t reacted as fast as he had, she would have probably hit the floor.

Like the snitch he was, he told Stays on the live he did with Chan.

He also turned the camera on her when he did and Stays are happy that looks couldn´t kill after all!

Moment 4

Channies Room Ep 199 got basically hijacked by Han that much was clear to the fandom. But instead of it just being Jisung, Jisoo also came by but stayed behind the camera.

When the leader started telling the other rapper about his funny story Jisoo started shrieking like a banshee. She realized what the story was about since she had heard it before.

The way he explained made the girl shudder.

And the face Jisung pulled at understanding that Chan had apparently slapped a Huntsmen and freed all the babies while doing so was equally as disgusted at Jisoo´s had been.

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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When I Hit The Floor (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Wanda catches you crying in your sleep. (1150 words)

Warnings: mentions of trauma (no specific trauma) and nightmares.

A/N: Vent fic :,) I wrote this on a camping trip since the wifi was down in Canada

You couldn't be happier, really. You have an amazing girlfriend who recently moved in, a good job that saves lives, and you finally came to terms with yourself and your past. But that didn’t mean your past didn't come back to bite you in the ass sometimes.

It didn't bother you, at least you didn't think it did. Sure what happened years ago went through your mind briefly once in a while but you could always distract yourself or crawl into Wanda's arms when things got rough. Overall, you could control it. But when it came to night, the dreams you had, you couldn't control those.

Often you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night with cold sweats and the terrible lingering feeling caused by the flashbacks your mind decided to play on repeat in your sleep. Each time you had one of those nightmares, your first priority was to not wake up Wanda no matter how hard it was to breathe. You made sure you were careful, the easiest way was to pretend you were asleep until morning came. Often it was hours but you could spend the time calming down and trying to relax next to her.

The night affects your morning, you felt tired all through work and were more irritated. Wanda noticed it but didn't comment. After all, why would she get so worked up about that? You kept this all a secret from her and you intended to keep it that way forever. You wanted more than anything for her not to know. It was embarrassing how caught up you were in something that happened a long time ago and you felt like you couldn't talk about it. So you kept it to yourself until you couldn't.

After a tough day, you knew that your dreams would come back. They always found their way into your mind on bad days, much worse than normal. Knowing this information prior, you decided to sleep on the couch. It was late and Wanda wasn't home yet so you could just pass it off as ‘accidentally falling asleep.’

As you got ready to close your eyes, you got as comfortable in one of Wanda's hoodies and pulled out a sitcom DVD that sat next to the tv. Anything that made you feel better you did because this night was going to be rough.

About a few hours after falling asleep, as you expected, a flurry of traumatic experiences came to play. It was like you were reliving them but aware of what would happen next.

When you awoke, your eyes opened abruptly and you sat up. The hoodie stuck to your body with all the sweat you produced. Breaths came out fast as tears started prickling up in your eyes. You expected nothing but silence and to be alone but then you saw Wanda on her knees next to you and then felt her hand on your back, rubbing circles against you.

“It’s okay, deep breaths. That’s it, in and out,” Wanda said, trying to get you to calm down. She continued to rub your back until you could breathe at a steady pace. You stared at your feet in front of you, trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze.

She's the first one to break the silence after a few seconds. Your fear coming true. “You were crying in your sleep, love.” You hated how concerned she sounded. You don't know whether it makes you want to run away or be held.

Her hand comes to rub the tears away from your cheeks. Why were you still crying? You didn't even notice you started.

“Bad dream?” She asked. All you could do was nod, making it seem like just a silly nightmare. “I noticed that's been happening a lot since I moved in.”

“Yeah,” you mumble. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough. Did Wanda always know? Why didn't she do anything? You let your head race with more thoughts until she grabbed your hand.

Was she reading your mind?

“I didn't want to pry at first but when it kept happening I had to take a look.” She pauses, trying to find the right words. Her facial expression almost matched your own with how sad she is. “Did that really happen?” She asked, wishing it was all just made up. She wanted your nightmares to be fake, the thought of you going through all of that; The thought of you being scared or not feeling safe hurt her deeply.

You weren't mad that she read your mind, you would have done the same if she was in your position. But you were embarrassed and ashamed. You told her everything, but not this, never this.

“It happened,” you admit. “But it was years ago, and really it's fine now I promise.” Wanda frowned and even though you were the one going through it, you couldn't help but want to hug her and tell her there's nothing to worry about.

“It's not fine if it keeps affecting you. I know you always deflect me about these sorts of things but let me take care of you... Please? I want to be there for you.”

You feel yourself starting to cry at her words. She wanted to take care of you, that's all you ever wanted. You were finally getting what you wanted but why were you crying?

“It’s exhausting…'' you say through deep breaths. “Doing this on my own for so long.”

“I know, baby,” she affirms then gets off her knees to stand up. “I know you don't feel like sleeping but why don't we go to bed? It’s much more comfortable than the couch.”

You agree and stand up, your knees a little wobbly but she catches you. Both of you cling to each other as you walk into the bedroom. Still, your tears were falling but the sensation of Wanda holding onto you made everything a little bit better.

She hushed you and left light kisses all across your body as you sobbed into her chest. “Shh, baby. you didn't deserve the bad things that happened to you. You never deserved that,” Wanda cooed. You almost feel lighter after hearing those words. The reassurance that it wasn't your fault, that you didnt deserve it made you feel better even though you didnt believe it yourself.

Soon the combination of lack of sleep and crying tired you to the core. Even though you didn't want to fall asleep, you felt your eyes closing and your arms relaxing against Wanda's body.

“Im not letting you go, you can fall asleep,” she whispered, her lips brushing at the top of your head. With that, you let yourself finally fall asleep without the fear of a nightmare. And if a nightmare did occur, Wanda would be there and you’d get through it, Together.

“Sweet dreams, love.” And for once you did.

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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The Sinner

A/N: i don't know if i like it, but it took me long to write and i wanted to upload something for Paul's birthday lol.

Warnings: Daniel treats his wife like shit, miscarriage, Daniel drags Eli though the mud, smut, unprotected sex, please wear protection, stds are no joke, and mommy kink. If you feel like i should add another warning, please let me know.

The movements of the train rocked you while you fought to stay awake, your fingers stroking H.W.'s hair while his head rested in your lap, your head turned to look at your husband who occupied himself reading the paper, you sighed softly and turned to look out the window. You knew you were being brought to put an image, Daniel Plainview is a family man! Look, he has his son and his wife with him! H.W. was in on the action, when you personally thought he shouldn't, the oil industry was no place for a child, but you? You were just eye candy, let's say; your husband was an ambitious man, he only cared about oil.

You had been married for a good 15 years and it hadn't even been your choice really, if you could have chosen you would have probably gone for a man that liked you, but your father had been wanting to marry you for a while and Daniel wanted a family, so at first he did treat you perfectly, you both tried so hard to have a child, nothing happened for a while and Daniel was getting impatient, he made sure you knew he thought it was your fault, but then it happened, you were pregnant and he was pleased. But as it often happens, this happiness was short lived, for you lost the baby before it even had a nervous system, you were home reading when you felt a sting in your belly and started feeling some wetness in your underwear and you had to deal with it on your own, when he got home he found you cradling your now empty belly and crying, he knew immediately what happened and left you there, you didn't know where but you didn't see him until the next day, and things went downhill from there, he was actively trying to get you pregnant but no love was involved so you felt very alone, and then the accident happened and he got stranded with a baby, after which he never touched you again, in that time you had found solace in church, the notion that god works in mysterious ways was somehow like a balm on your wounded soul, despite all the pain you knew God had good things for you. So you were there, everywhere Daniel went when he knew he'd be making deals, he cared too much, after all many did prefer him for his 'family man' image, so you were there, prim and proper, taking care of H. W. whom you loved like a son; if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be able to stand the way Daniel treated you.

Once the train stopped on Little Boston Daniel got up and you gently shook H.W. awake, before getting up and following him, you were thankful that he was gentlemanly enough that he was carrying your bag, for you knew that you would be walking a while before getting to the Sunday Ranch, but your riding pants made it all easier. You didn't know much about what you were doing but you had an idea and knowing your husband, you just hoped Daniel would finish quickly so that you could go back home, your thoughts were interrupted when you came up on a modest house and an old man that was walking towards you, when the old man reached you he shook Daniel's hand and Daniel started introducing you "I am Daniel Plainview, these are my son H.W. and (Y/N) Plainview'' he said gesturing towards you both, and the old man smiled at you "my name is Abel Sunday, how can i help you?" He said turning towards your husband with his hands on his hips "you see, my son is sick, sir" Daniel starts, you know better than to even react to his lie "and the doctors said he needs fresh air, so my wife and i" he says placing his hand on the back of your waist "thought it would be good to bring him camping and hunting quail, and we heard your Ranch is a good place for it" he finished, and after the man offered some food, milk and water to you, bashfully admitting their lack of bread, the man left you with the promise of his son bringing some wood for you to make a fire, and while you were getting everything ready to boil the potatoes a tall lanky boy approached you with his arms full of wood, your husband didn't notice him until he put the wood down on the floor, making him turna around, strangely he didn't say anything right away as the boy wiped his hands of all the wood and when he was done said "my name is Eli" extending one hand to shake your husband's "Yes, you are Eli Sunday" he responds by firmly shaking the boy's hand, you just stay silent, watching the whole thing happen "welcome" the boy simply says as your husband let's go if his hand while he stares at him, not saying a word as the boy turns to H. W. extending his hand towards him, the gesture makes you smile "i'm H.W." he says rather quietly "Eli" the other boy simply says and then he turns towards you, extending his hand towards you "i am (y/n)" you say with a smile, he nods also with a smile and says "pleasure to meet you" he let's go of your hand and continued "you're hunting for quail?" Turning towards Daniel, who kept staring at him as if he was very amused "that's right" he simply said, and the boy replied "we will bring dinner" to which you said "oh i'll help"you turned towards Daniel "i'll help the Sundays while you two hunt" and your husband turned towards you with those cold eyes that would've made you cry if you weren't used to them and said "that's a great idea sweetheart" and you smiled warmly at him as you walked towards the tall boy.

While you were walking towards the small house Eli asked "are you a woman of faith, mrs Plainview?" to which you smiled warmly at him "I am Eli, which reminds me" you replied "is there a church here?" It was his turn to smile warmly "there is!" He replied blushing, he turned shy, you found it sweet "a-and i am the pastor" he added, you put your right arm around his left one "then we will be seeing each other more often!" You said cheerily, he only responded smiling.

Now, Eli was beyond flustered, you were certainly a beautiful woman, yes a bit old for him but he couldn't help himself. He could feel your breast pressed against his arm and he felt so guilty, he was filled with lust and the only thing he hoped was that you wouldn't notice his arousal.

Of course you were baptized by him, you had been baptized when you were an infant, but you had to in order to be able to join the community fully. The day you were baptized was the day Eli knew he was lost, the way that the column of your neck looked when you put your head back, your closed eyes and the look of joy in your face had him entranced, that was the first night Eli spilled himself on his fist, asking for forgiveness for lusting after you. But he wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way. It started with dreams, in the beginning you couldn’t tell who the young man from your wet dreams was, but you started to have them more often and that’s when you realized that the man whimpering your name in your dreams was none other than Eli Sunday, and you felt guilty of course, not just because you wanted Eli while married to Daniel but because of the feelings that started to bloom in your chest, he was younger and he definitely could get himself a nice young -unmarried- woman.

And so the days passed and Eli, ever the observant young man, started seeing Daniel's for who he was, what he couldn't understand was how a good woman such as yourself was married to a man like that one; with each day he grew closer to you until he was your only friend in little Boston, but you hadn't confided in him that your husband didn't love you and that he broke your heart every day with his coldness. But then the accident happened and H.W. lost his hearing, and you stopped going to church as much, Eli understood of course, for all he knew H.W. was your son and you had to take care of him.

One day his sister asked his mother if she could visit H.W. to your house, and Eli took the opportunity to see you, telling his mother that he’d go with is sister to pray for the child, on the way to your house he felt nervous, and once again asked for forgiveness, this time it wasn’t because of his lust, but because he had to admit -mostly to himself- he had deep feelings for Daniel Plainview’s wife.

When he got there Daniel let them in, he had a flask in his hand and reeked of alcohol, it took Eli all he had not to cringe at the smell coming from the man, who left the house to sit beside a man that vaguely resembled him. But the scene he came to took away all thoughts about the men outside -all coherent thoughts, as a matter of fact- H.W. slept peacefully on your lap and all he could think of was that you looked like the virgin Mary, weeping with your child on your lap, beautiful and pure, and the fact that he was very much aroused mixed with his guilt, and his overheated mind came up with the idea that he wanted to be in your lap like that, with your fingers in his hair and your sweet words in his ears; this had him quite confused because the more he thought about it, the more aroused he was. It was his sister who shook him out of his stupor when she went up to you and he was almost annoyed about how easily she broke that beautiful image, but your smile eased his annoyance away, he watched from the doorway how you very gently shook H.W. awake and the love in your eyes as he smiled up to you and got up to greet his own sister. After he prayed for the boy, you asked him and his sister to stay for dinner and seeing as it was supper time already they accepted, so after taking your husband and his brother’s plate outside to them, you all sat at the table.

“I am sorry for not going to church this week Eli, I have been quite busy with H.W.” you looked down and Eli could see the tears starting to form in the dim light “the doctors say he may not be able to hear again” you told him, unable to hold a tear back, which you wiped as soon as it left your eye. While you were a woman of faith you knew that God would not be able to take this ailment away from your son -because even if he was not yours by blood you had raised him- no matter how much Eli tried and wouldn’t want to bother him too much. Eli watched you as you tried to compose yourself “the lord works in mysterious ways, (y/n). Besides, H.W. is an intelligent young man and he has a wonderful mother, i think he will be able to live a good life even without his hearing” his sincere comment made you smile and you wished that he couldn’t see your blush in the dim light of the afternoon “oh Eli, thank you, i just hope you are right and life is good for H.W.” Eli sensed your sadness and tried to drop the subject “thank you for inviting us to dinner (y/n), it has been delicious, but if may ask” he wiped his mouth with a napkin before continuing “why hasn’t Daniel joined us?” he asked and you felt a pang of sadness again “oh, Daniel is spending a lot of time with his brother, they usually have dinner by themselves outside, i am just glad that he found his brother…” you said trying to hide the sadness that this left you with to no avail, Eli noticed and again had to ask God for forgiveness for the jealousy and indignation that filled him, what he wouldn’t do to have dinner every day with you and there he was, ignoring you, he swallowed those emotions and smiled “well i am glad that your husband found his brother as well” after dinner his sister helped you wash the dishes and Eli prayed for H.W. some more after he fell asleep, and after the dishes were done they left.

Some days later you made some baked potatoes and decided it would be nice to share it with the Sundays. On your way there you found Eli all covered in mud walking toward his house, so you decided to approach him, worried about his state, once you reached him you gently called his name out, making him turn around “Eli! What happened? Oh you are all muddy!” you asked “it’s nothing, please don’t worry yourself” he replied to you but you weren't having it “Eli please tell me what happened” you insisted to which he turned fully towards you and looked down, embarrassed and humiliated “i-i went to ask Daniel for the money owed to the third revelation and he-” he sighed, he was really aggravated that you saw him like this “he dragged me through the mud and beat me up…” you gasped and he could see the anger in your eyes “come, let me help you” you said grabbing one of his hands and practically dragging him to your house where H.W. slept, Daniel spent almost all day by his well and it was still pretty early, so there was no danger of him coming home. You set the tub up for a bath, starting to heat water up and wetting a rag so that you could wipe his face, once you were done with the rag you set a chair down by the tub “come, Eli, please sit” he shyly sat on the chair and you set yourself to wipe his face of all the mud, occasionally rewetting the rag and cleaning the mud off of it. While you did all of this, Eli studied you, staring at your face , your eyes focused on removing the mud caked on his face, your mouth set on a stern line and your furrowed brow, and after a few moments, once you were almost done, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss, swallowing a gasp, once he parted from you he widened his eyes, mirroring yours “i-i’m sorry i don't know what ca-” but you cut him off “it’s alright Eli” you sighed, this was your first kiss in a long time, and it was the most tender you’d had, chaste as it was. And then you thought about the way your husband kissed you, rough and carnal, nothing behind it, you also thought about the way he treated you all the time, Eli took your prolonged silence as a rejection and started getting up when you stopped him by grabbing his hand “kiss me again Eli. please.” you asked and he complied, this time you reciprocated the kiss as gentle as you could, placing one of your hands on Eli’s jaw and the other on his knee, the wet rag long forgotten. His hands went to cup your face, when he licked you lip andyou opened your mouth, deepening the kiss, that’s when you got the idea of gently biting his lip, you didn’t regret it after listening to the sound he made, you pulled away, you had made your mind.

“Eli” you asked, leaving your shyness behind “y-yes?” you took a deep breath before asking “do you want me?” the look on his face was something you would have laughed of if the moment allowed it, so instead you slowly got to your feet, looking down at him “yes, i-i do want you” he said as if he couldn’t believe this was happening ,you smirked at him and walked towards the part of the house where your bed was and sat there waiting for him, lifting your skirts over your knee and crossing your legs, he walked towards you and sat at your feet looking up at you as if you were some kind of goddess, and if you weren’t already aroused you sure as hell were now, and without taking his eyes off you he started kissing your legs, going up until he had to non verbally ask for your permission to lift your dress, getting a nod in return he lifted your skirt as high as it would go with you sitting and continued leaving wet kisses on your heated skin, after a while he grabbed your ankle and gently lifted so that he could kiss the inside of your thighs and your beathing gets heavy at the thought of him being so close to your cunt, as if reading your thoughts he looked up at you nudging you with his nose he then brings his hands that had been caressing your thighs up to your hips, lifting his face “can i…?” He asks and he doesn't have to finish the question for you to know, so you raise your hips for him to remove your underwear, once it is off he leaves a kiss on your thigh and you spread your legs a bit wider so he has space, so he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, watching your reactions, noticing how you moaned when his tongue passed over your clit, so he did it again, getting the same reaction, so he started licking your clit as if it was his last meal, your hand going up to his hair, holding tightly “E-Eli” you moaned “please put your fingers inside me” and he obeyed, slowly putting two of his fingers inside you, watching as you writhe and moan “Eli” you moaned again “Eli i am going to cum” so he doubled his efforts, sucking lightly on your clit, making you moan louder, he kept sucking and moving his fingers savoring your cum, he then pulled away and got up you looked at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him so he was sitting on the bed, once he sat you got up and stripped off your dress and bra, you noticed with amusement that he looked at you as if he had seen god and wondered if he had ever seen a naked woman, and so you started working on his muddy clothes, slowly removing all of them.

Once he was as naked as you you got on your knees between his legs, looking at him through your lashes you wrapped your hand over his cock and licked from the base to he head, making him moan, so you kept teasing him circling your tongue around his head, tasting his precum, once you were satisfied you put his head inside your mouth and started sucking lightly, his hand went to grip the blanket that covered your bed, this went on for a while, his moans started getting a bit louder and you knew he was close “m-mommy i am so close” and that's when his blood ran cold, he had no idea where that came from, and you were equally as stunned, but for some reason listening to him calling you that sounding so desperate made you feel even more aroused, so you started pumping his cock “is my boy gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” You tease him and he moans a broken ‘oh mommy’ and so you return to bobbing your head on his length until he stops you “wait, please” and you stop, looking at him searching his face, looking for discomfort, when you found none you asked “what is it, darling?” You ask a bit concerned “can i please f-fuck you?” He asks nervously and you got up, straddling him “does my good boy want to fuck mommy?” You ask teasingly and moans a “yes mommy” so you take his cock and line it up with your pussy, moving slowly downwards, making the pair of you moan.

Once you got used to the stretch you started moving your hips in a slow rhythm, his hands on your hips; your slow rhythm was torture to him “faster mommy, please” he all but whined, so with a moan you started moving your hips faster, after a few moments his hips started thrusting into yours, meeting you halfway, his hands traveling up your sides to your breasts, cupping them and taking his mouth to one of your nipples, licking and sucking on them. The sound of skin on skin and moans were all that could be heard and you were getting closer and closer to your climax so your hands went to your clit, rubbing in fast tight circles, his mouth left your tit, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple “m-mommy i am going to cum” he whined, the strain his voice was evident and you leaned down to lick his neck “cum inside me Eli” you whispered between moans, and his moan pushed you over the edge, your cunt tightening and gushing around his cock, making him reach his end, his semen filled you and you kept riding him until he whined from overstimulation and got off him, laying beside him on your side he turned to look at you and you kissed him “as much as i would love to stay here with you, we need to get dressed, Eli…” you said feeling rather sad, he kissed you and sat up, and you stayed there and sighed exhausted, suddenly something touched your cunt and you looked down surprised, Eli was wiping you with a clean wet rag, and you smiled. After a few moments you were both dressed, and an hour later he was gone with all the evidence of your affair, leaving you with the notion that you were not only wanted, but loved.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

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huggybug · 2 years

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if you are writing write now can you make a blurb or something about the quinn getting in trouble for the hawaii trip

Quinn knew as soon as he saw Sienna walking out of the airport with Jack that he was in trouble. He knew it was bad when he didn’t hear from you for the few days that he was gone. At least he knew you were alive, you texted Jack on his birthday, something he rubbed in Quinn’s face since at that point he hadn’t heard from his own girlfriend in a day.

He was nervous to come home to you. Jack led the way into their house while he trailed behind. You were already there just like you had been since the end of the season; it was your first summer in Michigan after three years of dating Quinn and in less than a month, he had already ditched you. Not like you cared, you were living it up with Ellen and the spa days almost made up for missing out on the Hawaii vacation… almost.

“Oh! You’re home!” Ellen went to greet the boys while you stayed sitting at the kitchen island, not particularly excited to go see Quinn. You weren’t necessarily mad about not being invited… it was more the fact that he lied about the trip being for ‘the boys’.

You can hear them telling their mom all about the trip and you can hear that Sienna is here as well. You probably shouldn’t be mad at her, you definitely shouldn’t but you can’t help it. She’s fine, nice even… though you only really met her that one time.

“Y/n/n!” Jack yells as they all enter the kitchen. You flash a quick smile at him and his girlfriend, not exactly in the mood to chat.

Ellen knew how you felt and while Quinn was her son and she’d defend him 9 out of 10 times, she knew there wasn’t much of an excuse this time. “Come on, let me show you the backyard, my garden’s really coming together” You almost laugh when she practically drags Jack and Sienna out of the house, leaving you and Quinn alone in the house.

“Hi babe”

“Hi” You mumble, not bothering to even look at him.

“Hey, c’mon don’t be like that” He says as he takes the seat next to you.

“Like what Quintin?” You snapped.

“Babe…”

“No- you lied to me and I had to find out from your mom? Yeah, I was telling her how happy I was that you were getting time with your brother and your little ‘boys trip’ was good for you and then she tells me that Jack brought his girlfriend. The girl he’s been seeing for what, four months? They haven’t even known each other for a year and she got an invite” You were pissed. “Do you know how embarrassing that was? For your mom to tell me that I was wrong? That what you told me wasn’t true?”

“I didn’t know she was coming” Quinn defended quickly.

“You could’ve told me when you found out” You scoffed and yeah, he probably should’ve told you but in his defense, he was in Hawaii and there was just a lot going on. The two of you sat in silence and after a minute, you were fed up.

“Where are you going?” Quinn asked when you stood up abruptly.

“Upstairs. Don’t worry, you can pretend you’re back in Hawaii and you won’t even notice I’m gone” You say snidely before walking up to Luke’s bedroom where you had moved your stuff into this morning after texting him, hoping that it would be okay. Luckily, Luke liked you more than his brother so he agreed as long as you were out of there by the time he got home.

…

“Are you going to ignore him all summer?” Luke asked when he facetimed you later that night. It had only been an hour of Quinn being back but you had stayed camped out in Luke’s room.

“No” You said back quietly. You were always close with Luke, after growing up down the street from the Hughes family and following Quinn to the University of Michigan, you spent a lot of time with Luke especially during your years in college when both his brothers were already gone in the NHL. You came home for weekly dinners at the Hughes house and Luke became like one of your own brothers which also meant he was forced to listen to you complain about Quinn while he got ready for his day.

“You better be back on good terms when I get home” Luke warned and you shrugged, “If you don’t come to the lake house, I swear Y/n/n-” You laughed at how worked up Luke was getting. If you were being honest, this fight would probably be over before the week was over, the arguments with Quinn were never bad enough to be any longer than that.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it Lukey” You say sweetly.

“I am worried. Talk to him” Luke was tired of it. You had been moping to him all week about this and as far as he was concerned, you were going to marry his brother so this silly argument was pointless. “And text me what he says”

“I will…” Just no promises when. “Don’t use my relationship as entertainment Luke” You scolded.

“But Bords and I have a bet on it!”

“Tell Thomas to suck it” You stick your tongue out, “I’ll let you go, have a good day exploring Finland” Luke grinned, knowing you were jealous of his current location.

You hung up and not even a minute after, heard a knock on your door. Quinn cracked it open and you sat up on the bed slowly. “Luke?” He motioned to your phone and you nodded.

“He’s my own personal therapist” Quinn chuckled, already knowing all about your friendship with his youngest brother.

“Look, I’m sorry. Jack told me that she wasn’t coming but I should’ve told you as soon as I found out. It was stupid and I knew you were mad but I figured I’d just fix it when I got home” Quinn hesitated before sitting next to you on the bed, keeping a fair amount of space between you two.

“I was being dramatic” You sigh, “I wanted you to feel bad about it” You admitted. Quinn was a good boyfriend, he never truly messed up and while it wasn’t exactly fair, you wanted him to have to work to fix this one.

“I do though, I feel horrible” You looked at him and you could tell he was telling the truth. “Can we just forget about it? I just want to have a good summer with you”

“Yeah I guess” You sigh playfully and he smiles. You pull out your phone quickly and he looks down at it, asking what you’re doing. “I have to text Luke”

“Are you serious?” He laughed as you typed out the news that you and Quinn were officially good again.

“Yeah but… oh my gosh!” You turned your phone so Quinn could see the text. Knew it! Bordy owes me $50, I said less than 1 day

“They bet on us?” Quinn asked in shock and you nod.

“Your brother is so inconsiderate” You say sarcastically, “Now c’mon help me move my stuff back into your room”

#hughes day #quinn hughes #i don’t think this is good but meh

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fifteenleads · 10 months

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LONG LIVE

Long live the walls we crashed through How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made" And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered —Long Live (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift

In which Joshua and Dion were high school sweethearts.

Joshua and Dion used to be high school sweethearts. Joshua was a straight-A student, Dion was a varsity swimmer.

Dion was older than Joshua but they’re in the same year level due to Dion missing classes for competitions.

They fell in love over freshman year summer break, when Joshua was assigned to tutor Dion over catch-up lessons. Dion was an eager learner, Joshua was a patient teacher.

They went out to the beach once on their first date, getting sand in their sandals with gentle waves lapping over their bare legs.

They kissed for the first under a mistletoe that Christmas. They didn’t know it but Clive happened to catch them in the act, but didn’t say anything.

Soon, Dion went higher up the competition ranks. He may even represent the national team at this point. He had to take another leave of absence from school to prioritize his training.

This ended up with him dropping out of high school altogether and moving states to where the training camp was. Dion and Joshua promised to keep in touch.

They didn’t.

Life got busier and busier for Joshua, but also more troublesome. On his junior year, the Rosfields planned to get a divorce, and Joshua had to figure out what to do with his life. Clive was away at college, and last Joshua heard, wasn’t exactly having a good time there either. He didn’t want to worry his brother.

Clive found out about the divorce a little too late, and this caused a temporary rift between the brothers. Joshua was all alone. He wanted to call Dion, find comfort and support. But Dion was preparing for an international competition. Joshua didn’t want to disrupt Dion’s concentration, and so he didn't call.

This was how they began to drift apart.

Dion did eventually find out when he came home to visit one time during Joshua’s senior year. They fought for the first time, not in shouts but in silence. Dion was angry , hurt that Joshua didn’t confide in him. "Is that how little you think of me," was his armor-piercing question. "Am I not even friend enough for you to lean on me?"

They decided to give each other space indefinitely. Joshua cried for the first time in a while since his parents’ divorce.

Clive regretted not having been there for Joshua when all this happened. He was graduating in a semester, and went home on some weekends to help the family (Elwin, Joshua) adjust. Sometimes Jill came along.

Clive met Jill, a freshman student librarian at college at that time, during his junior year when he was failing most of his courses. She was a huge help to him at that time, becoming his rock and moral support while he found his focus again. Clive was able to process his parents’ divorce a little better because Jill was there. They got together during Clive’s senior year.

Joshua graduated from high school. He attended a state university on a scholarship to help with the family finances. The GPA requirement was ridiculous but given his grades in high school, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Clive also moved back home for work, and things were okay for a while.

Annabella invited the Rosfields to dinner a year after the divorce. There they got a huge surprise: she revealed she remarried and was expecting. She brought her new husband and stepson.

It’s Dion. Joshua turned pale and breaks into a cold sweat. It’s him it’shimit’shim—

He asked to use the restroom, and Clive followed him. Annabella scoffed at the rejection. Dion was clearly uncomfortable.

Joshua excused himself for the rest of the night and sneaked out alone to a coffee shop still open at midnight. Lots of students were pulling all-nighters, it was a good distraction as any. He ordered a cup of hot coffee—Dion’s favorite roast. He tried hard not to cry.

At 1AM someone asks to share his table. Joshua looked up. "Hello," Dion awkwardly waved.

Dion ordered Joshua’s favorite drink—a hot chocolate drink. They sat in silence for half an hour, not daring to look at each other.

To this day, Joshua didn’t know who between them was hurt more when they broke up. But it wasn't right to compare, is it? Each person’s pain is different. He never even asked Dion how he was doing, so what right did he have to complain?

At 2AM they both blurt out at the same time, "I’m sorry." Dion backed off, letting Joshua explain himself first. "It’s all right, I won’t get mad."

So Joshua poured his heart out, at how so many things overwhelmed him, how much he missed Dion, how he regretted not keeping in touch, for presuming. He realized that he’s changed so much and that Dion must probably hate him as he was now.

"I could never," Dion said softly. "And you’re still the same Joshua I know. Stubborn as ever, but earnest and kind. The one I fell in love with."

If anything, Dion’s the one who’s sorry for not keeping in touch. He didn’t want to be seen as clingy, needy. During his time away he became homesick, and the pressures of winning and excelling at competitions ate away at him. His father became stricter and stricter, and Dion wished it would all end.

Then suddenly one day it all did. He gravely injured his shoulder due to overuse. The damage was so severe that he might need surgery. They have the means for it, but it would also mean that he would miss this berth to qualify for the World Championships. But not getting it fixed would mean a life of chronic pain and possible disuse of his arm. He had to choose.

Dion chose to give up swimming. It was a painful decision. He didn’t leave his room for days until his scheduled shoulder surgery. After that was done, he was all on his own. His father didn’t care anymore. No matter—Dion had the means to support himself for now anyway.

Soon Sylvester remarried to Annabella, to Dion’s greatest surprise. "Oh, aren’t you the boy my son was tutoring back then?" Dion could only nod numbly.

Truth be told, he’d been dreading this dinner as well. Dion never called Joshua all this time, never told him what was going on, never asked for help when he needed it the most, since he didn’t want to worry Joshua. Damn if that didn’t sound suspiciously familiar, Joshua thought, finally laughing brokenly.

They were both thinking the same thing after all. Like two peas in a pod. They really were idiots. Dion concurs with a rueful smile.

All that was finally cleared up, and they hold hands again for the first time in a while. "So where do we go from here?"

"We’re now legally relatives so that puts a wrench into things," but more than that, Dion thinks he’s changed, too. More than he'd realized. He never really thought about it seriously, though, until Joshua had opened up.

"We’ve become two different people, but I’ve never regretted being with you. Loving you." A tear fell from Joshua’s eye, and Dion found it beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. "I had the time of my life with you, Dion. The moments we shared, the magic we made together—all of it."

Dion brought a hand close to Joshua’s face, catching the fallen tear on the edge of his finger before cupping his cheek. "Who would’ve thought we’d connected the way we did? All the walls we’ve crashed through, all the mountains we've moved?"

"I love you, Joshua," Dion said, softly kissing Joshua's hand. "You’ll always have a special place in my heart."

And Joshua knew it isn’t the kind of love they once had for each other, but it was still love all the same. "I know, Dion. I love you, too."

#final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield #dion lesage #phoenixflare #joshua x dion #modern AU #first love #post breakup #hopeful ending

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Prompt: Time Travel Pairing: Percy and Annabeth

Percy watched Janus lean against a door. A door he said would take Percy back in time to fix things. He could save lives. He could save the people they lost in the war. The only catch was Janus wouldn't tell him when the door would open too. What point in time could Percy help the most? He also didn't know if there was a way back. He could be trapped on that side of the door forever. He held his camp necklace.

They had won the war with Gaia, and they had closed the Doors of Death. But at what cost. Annabeth had to stay behind to make sure no one stopped him leaving. She'd tricked him into leaving her. Could he change that? Could he make sure she never fell in the first place? If he was stuck in the new timeline he made he would be alone. He sighed.

"I'll do it." Percy said. Really the chance to save the people he cared about meant there wasn't really a choice for him. Of course he would risk everything for them. He would go back and save as many people as he could.

"I thought you might say that." Janus smiled and stepped away from the door. He waved for Percy to open it. "Good luck godling." Percy didn't look back as he walked to the door. He had told his mom he would come home, but he was sure she would understand why he didn't. She would be upset, but she would understand. Hopefully. He opened the door and stepped through.

He was behind a house in the middle of the night. Looking around he recognized it as Annabeth's house. Why was he here? What time was it? He heard a scream. He ran for it without thinking bolting over the fence with ease and scaling the wall to the window it came from. Inside was a little girl cowering from a hoard of spiders. Percy waited a moment incase Annabeth's Father came into the room, but there was no sign of him coming. Percy slid the window open and call water from cup on Annabeth's nightstand to wash the spiders away. Tossing them out the window Percy hoped the drowned. He then turned to the little girl shaking on the bed.

"Hey there," he kept his voice soft. "Are you okay?"

She watched him with eyes smarter than any other child he had seen. She was studying him so he waited. He knew her mother tended to watch her more at this age, and he was vaguely worried she might smite him but he had to help. Annabeth finally nodded.

"That good. Is this the first time this has happened?" He asked knowing it wasn't. If it had been he Father would have come running, or Percy hoped he would have. Annabeth said it had taken a while before he stopped checking on her, but he had to ask. To find out if he should just take her and find Luke and Thaila now. Annabeth tilted her head like she was trying to remember.

"It's the first time daddy didn't come to check on me." She said. Percy nodded so she knew he had heard her. He needed a plan. Annabeth told him her Father stopped checking on her about a year before she ran away. He had no clue when Luke ran away, but he knew Thaila was already on the run. She ran away after Jason was given to the Romans.

"Has your mom told you anything?" He asked sitting down on the end of her bed. She still had her knees pulled to her and a stuffed owl held tight in her hands. She nodded.

"She told he change was coming, and to trust the sea. I don't know what it means." Annabeth looked at him like he might know, and for once he did. Of course Olympus would know he went back in time. Janus would have told them. The fact she wanted Annabeth to trust him was shocking to say the least, but he wouldn't let anything happen to the kid. Because this wasn't his Annabeth. Didn't mean he would take on the role of protective older brother.

"I think she wants you to come with me. My Father is Poseidon the god of the sea. I can take you somewhere safe, but we need to pick up a few people first. They need help too." He knew where Luke's house was and he could check there for him at least. Thaila would be harder, but he could keep Annabeth and Luke safe while he search for Thaila. He could use that time to talk to Luke too. Make him understand the rule the gods are working with. He didn't think it would help, but it might keep him from turning.

"Okay," Annabeth smiled at him. A childish smile showing off a missing tooth. "When do we leave?" She asked so trusting. This wasn't the girl he met at camp forged by the lost of a dear friend. This was a trusting child putting her faith in someone she didn't even know. It broke his heart, because he knew the world they lived in would break her.

"Pack a bag. We can leave now." He gave he a smile as she ran to do just that. She emptied out a pink school bag and filled it with clothes at the very top she put in her toy owl. She look at the book on her shelf, and he knew she want to take at least some. "Put some of them in a different bag. I'll carry them." He told her. Her smile made it worth it. Would his and Annabeth child have looked like that? He'd never know now. She filled a much smaller bag with ten books, and handed it to him.

He tossed it over his shoulder and walked to the window. They were on the second floor, and while the drop was nothing for him it was way to high for a kid. He dropped the bag down, and turned toward Annabeth.

"I'll need to carry you down okay," he waiting till she nodded to go on. "We'll do it piggyback style okay." She nodded again and he turned to let her get on his back. Once she was on he scaled down the wall. Annabeth yawned. He grabbed the book bag and kept walking with her on his back.

"Are you going to put me down?" She asked.

"No. Go ahead and take a nap. We'll be walking for awhile."

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It took a while but they made it to Luke's house. It wouldn't have taken as long as it did if Percy hadn't set up a camp for them each night. That first night he stole a tent and two sleeping bags so Annabeth could sleep without fear of spiders in the woods. Every night she asked for a bedtime story, and honestly who was he to say no. The words didn't like to stay in place for him to read some nights, but making something up to go with the pictures seemed to work just fine. But they had made it to Luke's house at last.

Percy could smell the burning cookies from here. With a heavy heart he lead Annabeth to the door and knocked. It didn't take Luke long to answer the door. Luke glared at Percy before looking at Annabeth.

"Who are you?" Luke asked his voice hard, but not angry. He was mistrustful of who came here.

"We're demigods like you. I'm here to help." Percy said keeping his hand where Luke could see them. While Riptide was in his pocket so long as Percy didn't have it drawn he was sure it was fine. Luke studied him closely then gave Annabeth a quick once over. She was young and untrained while her mind was a good weapon Luke was right to think Percy was the main threat.

"Come on in." Luke said stepping to the side. Percy smiled at him letting Annabeth walk in before him. Looking around Percy saw the house was better kept than the last time he had been here, but not by much. A child shouldn't be the one in charge of keeping a house together. Percy frowned leading Annabeth to sit on one of the chairs.

"How's your mom?" Percy asked. Luke's eyes hardened, but his body stayed relaxed. He wasn't going to fight yet.

"I feel like she's getting worst. How do you know about her?" Luke asked. Percy knew he must think this was some kind of trick. That he must be Luke's Father in disguise.

"I had a vision. She tried to become the Oracle." Percy said. None of it a lie. Luke looked at Percy confused.

"She what?" Luke asked sitting down.

"Well demigods like us sometimes have dream visions-" Luke cut him off.

"I know that. My Father told me about it. He said there was nothing he could do to help mom, but he keeps checking on her."

"Ah okay. Sorry I wasn't sure what all you knew. I'm teaching Annabeth here everything I know so." Percy trailed off with a laugh. He didn't want Luke to get upset. Luke looked between them.

"Are you taking her to camp?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, but I saw I needed to get a few more camper first. She's tagging along to get them." Percy answered patting Annabeth's head. She beamed at them both.

"I'm one of those campers huh?"

"Yeah. When we find a way to help your mom you can come back. For now it'll be safer for you at camp, and your Father checks up on her so she'll be safe." Percy tried to give Luke a reassuring smile, but he wasn't sure he managed. He still wasn't sure how he felt about Luke, but Luke had been nothing more than a tool for Kronos in the end. Percy had to try to save him to. His Annabeth would have wanted him too.

"Okay. Do you know why she tried? Why it didn't work?" Luke asked. He looked younger than Percy had even thought he could. He looked like a child.

"I know she tried for you. She was gifted with sight before you were born, and she knew you had a hard path in front of you. She wanted to be able to guide you. As for why." Percy paused thinking. If he told him about the curse right now it could be used to twist him to the other side. But if he didn't and Luke found out later he would hate Percy for hiding it. Percy took a deep breathe. "I think I know why it didn't work, but I still need more information. Would you mind waiting till I have all the facts?"

"She wanted to help me?" Luke whispered mostly to himself looking toward where his mother was making cookies. "Yeah. I'll wait, and I'll go with you. How many more kid are we picking up?"

"Just one." Percy said smiling. He thought it would take more to get Luke to go with them. "I don't know where to find her though."

"Okay let me pack a bag." Luke said standing up.

"Make sure to grab a sleeping bag if you have one. I have a tent for us already, and some books for bed time." Percy called after him. Luke waved to let him know he was heard.

Now they just need to find Thaila and Percy could start making big changes. He would need to get her to join the hunt, because there was no way the camp would be ready for war by the time she turned sixteen, but she was also smart and her was sure she would see that. She would want what was best for their campers just like Percy. He was sure of that.

#fanfic #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanfic #writing challenge #february ficlet challenge

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Everlong Love (Peter Pan x Reader) pt 3

NEW FEELING

”I see we have a new guest”

I nodded, “mhm, he says his name is Thomas.”

”well, Thomas,” he said with a smirk, I could tell he was up to something, “I’m Peter Pan, your in Neverland.”

”Neverland?! Like from the fairy tale?” Thomas exclaimed with wide eyes.

“It’s more than just a fairy tale, Thomas, it’s a sanctuary” I had to bite my lip to stop myself from snorting when Pan said this. Granted Neverland was our, my, home, but it wasn’t the easiest of places to live in.

The kettle whistling brought me back to my senses. I quickly rushed over, taking it of the stovetop grill and onto the oak wood counter. It stopped making that high pitch screeching in seconds. The boys carried on the conversation about Neverland and how Thomas is lost and all that jazz. I pored some tea for Thomas and me, as I handed it over to him i asked pan “you want anything to drink?”

“You got any of that special tea? If not I’ll have whatever you’ve got.”

I nodded in response and grabbed a small glass jar full of my handmade tea bags off the top shelf and added one to pans mug. I made it for him a few years back to thank him for saving me from the mermaids again. For some reason he demanded he was the only one to use it, and he always used it.

I traced my finger over the engraving I made on it ‘dear Peter Pan, thank you for everything, y/n’, as I handed it to him, our hands touched and I felt my cheeks flush. I quickly turned away to hide it. Why was I feeling like this all of a sudden? Why where there butterfly’s swarming my stomach?

I silently walked over to the cooking pot and checked the rabbits, but still in a trance of why I was feeling like this about peter pan, I accidentally touched the burning hot metal. Cursing under my breath I sprinted to the tap and ran it under water. A deep red mark started to show.

Suddenly I felt a breath on the back of my neck. He reached out and caresses it gently and the intense sting slowly started to leave. His other hand made its way to my waist and rested lightly above my hip.

I just stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. But then the silence was broken when Thomas called out

”what happened? Are you ok?”

”I'm fine Thomas, it’s just a small burn.” I replied trying to hide the wobble in my voice. I'm not sure whether it was from Peter being to close or the pain on my wrist or maybe just a bit of both.

Out of nowhere a mock came at the door. Pan moved slowing me to go answer it. One again, as I was reaching for the handle, it burst open. Only this time it wasn’t Felix, it was one of the older boys, Martin, who walked straight up to pan and whispered something in his ear that I didn’t quite catch.

”y/n can you train the boys today? Make sure none leave the camp.” Pan requested, id only trained them alone a few times before but they listen to me most of the time. They didn’t in the first few weeks I was here but one day they just stopped going against anything I said.

“Yeah sure.”

Pan and Martin left and I finished up the boys breakfast with seconds to spare as I heard the boys starting to run around outside. I watched them from the window in a daze. The little ones stayed out the way of the older ones games, knowing they might get hurt if they get i know the way. Some of the older ones sat around the burnt wood remains where the campfire was last night chatting. Others where playing tag or roughhousing.

“Um, y/n, I finished my tea, it was delicious but could I have some food by chance?” Thomas said, making me remember he was there.

“Yeah of course.” I said and filled a bowl with rabbit soup and passed it to him.

“Thanks.” He said barely audible before gulping down the soup in seconds.

”whoa slow down hungry bugga, don’t want hiccups now so we?”

He chuckled a bit but sure enough, was interrupted by a loud hiccups. His face went a deep shade of red. I let out a quiet laugh as I handed a cup of water to him.

”It’s water, drink it slowly. I’ll be back later, don’t move out this room.” I instructed him before grabbing the large basket of bowls and the huge cooking but containing rabbit stew.

After setting it down outside most of the boys started lining up.

”Youngest at the front!” I yelled, they quickly rearranged themselves from youngest to oldest. I filled bowls up and handed it out. They boys scattered themselves out in there usual places, chatting with friends or just admiring the nature. A lot of boys have told me how much better the island has gotten since I arrived. A few say the island coordinates with pans feelings.

Once making sure all the boys had food and were comfy I went to pans hut as it had all the spare clothes in it.

#peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #peter pan x reader #peter pan imagine #ouat imagine #fanfic #once upon a time #ouat x reader

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