#three siblings on either side of her are all married with the last two still in highschool so she was def feeling the pressure

[blade-liger-4ever]

I can hardly believe I just did this, but...

Here's my take for Rhaego Targaryen, the Stallion Who Mounts the World, plus small ideas for a minor AU of sorts.

Warning, I'm putting a cut here because Tumblr is stupid and won't let me order the pictures side by side in the proper order.

So for this take - which is personally how I'd like to see an AU of Game of Thrones, give or take some details that are or aren't changed - I like to imagine that both Drogo and Rhaego lived, with Daenerys and Drogo teaming up to retake the Iron Throne, Daenerys acting as the great strategist/political powerhouse (while being backed by her three dragons, who keep their names and most of their personalities), while Drogo leads the troops and trains all the men Daenerys brings him through her alliances. I'd probably let it be done so that Daenerys, maybe through a dealing with the witch that, obviously, doesn't involve her husband and son's deaths, does leave her unable to bear more children. Regardless of whether or not that's a factor at all in this AU, Rhaego has no more biological siblings, but quickly grows to view Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion as his brothers, while the dragons in turn also view him as their youngest brother and protect him as fiercely as their mother and father (Drogo being their father - oldest boy is named for him, after all.)

Robb would also live, and I'd like to, personally, introduce a tribe of white tiger shape-shifters from "The Land of Always Winter". I'm....honestly wanting him to marry the tribe's princess, who can really kick butt, too. The reason for this is that I feel the Night King's home for the last few centuries is underdeveloped, and I feel Robb should marry someone with experience in warfare - that, and I really like white tigers. Additionally, I'd probably have White Tiger Princess sent to find the Starks and reveal to them their ties to House Targaryen, and organize an alliance with House Stark as they battle the frozen zombies (by the way, this revelation is achieved by prophetesses from their land, and all members of the tribe learn to fight and care for each other because of the constant threat of the Night King.)

So....hrm, let me think. I guess it otherwise goes according to canon, but they manage to fix enough things that when Daenerys and Drogo - who have practically reclaimed most of the Seven Kingdoms, I suppose - meet them and learn of their family ties, Robb and Jon come to an agreement with them: Daenerys will rule the Seven Kingdoms, with Jon acting as her Hand and ruling most of the North. House Stark is still intact, though Ned, Catelyn, and Rickon are still dead, and Robb marries the White Tiger Princess and unites the two lands through their marriage. Additionally, the white tiger tribe (which I'm terribly sorry I forgot to mention earlier) has access to ice dragons, allowing for the regrowth of the dragon presence in Westeros through crossbreeding the species, and giving Jon his own dragon so that he can embrace his Targaryen heritage.

Other bullet points that I want to leave here:

Rhaego rides Viserion, who is the only unclaimed of the three dragons (I feel Drogo should ride Rhaegal, who in this story, grows to be nearly as big as Drogon.) Viserion is also the fastest, earning him the nickname "The Pale Wind".

Grey Wind lives, and gets to remain by his master's side all through to the war's end.

Nymeria reunites with Arya, who perhaps returns to the North or chooses another future for herself.

The Hound lives, always accompanying Arya, regardless of her life choice.

Jaime lives, actually gets to redeem himself, and maybe marries or otherwise has a relationship with Brienne.

Cersei gets to die, hopefully horribly (I hate her, okay?)

Sansa...TBD, either by myself or anyone else who reads this and enjoys it.

Jorah lives, acting as Rhaego's guardian and teacher as he grows.

Jon marries either Ygritte or some other woman; I personally prefer Daenerys x Drogo.

And lastly, we would probably get an epilogue of sorts where we see a young adult Rhaego, having inherited his family legacy and trained Dothraki dragonriders, embarking on a conquest of Valyria, which I'd use as a Sequel Hook for a future series.

And that's it. If you like this, thank you for reading it. If you didn't, just skip this post; it's merely a way for me to kick out the ideas that have been rattling around in my brain for Heaven knows how long.

Also, if anyone wants to make a story out of this, you have my blessing to do so. I only ask you credit me for the source of the concepts and original inventions for this. I'm not a fan of Game of Thrones, nor have I really watched it - I just looked up the characters, found I liked them, and thought "what if?"

Have fun people, and take care.

#game of thrones #robb stark #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #queen daenerys #khal drogo #drogon #daenerys x drogo #rhaegar targaryen #rhaegal #arya stark #ygritte #rhaego targaryen #asoiaf #viserion #white tigers #dragons #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #ser brienne #cersei #jaime x brienne #braime #got #the hound #sandor clegane #sandor the hound clegane

[br1ghtestlight]

I know I've asked about the fischoders before

But have I asked about an in-depth dive about the fischoders' family tree and dynamic?

Also bestie how you've been? This is a check up >:D

omg we don't know that much about the fischoeder family in general so it would be hard to build a family tree BUT i could figure out some basic stuff :D going w/ the season fourteen timeline

calvin fischoeder was born on june 17th 1951 and his parents were probably already married and living togethet etc. very planned. weren't huge on having kids but it was expected of them and fischoeder papa needed somebody to pass his family business down onto so there calvin was!!! VERY spoiled early years as the only child of rich parents and mostly looked after by their mother. his father was usually away and busy with business BUT one the rare occasion he spent time with calvin he was very excited and idolized his papa Who gave him nothing in return. never even said he loved calvin bcuz men just weren't socialized to do those things. when calvin was a bit older he started spending more time with him to teach him how to run the business etc

felix was born february 5th 1956 and unlike his brother he was completely and totally an accident that his parents only kept because abortion wasn't very accessible at that point. calvin was VERY EXCITED to have a younger brother but lost interest pretty quickly when he realized that felix wasn't big enough to play with him while their parents were busy. when felix was like two or three they started being watched by a nanny more often than not while their mom was busy doing neglectful rich mom things. she tried to spoil felix a little bit w/ attention bcuz she knew he would never get any from his father but it still wasn't great for him always feeling inferior to calvin. they had their basic needs met by their nanny and housekeeps but as sensitive kids with no friends their own age and nothing to do all day (they were homeschooled until they were old enough to go to boarding school at like 11 or 12 idk) calvin took more of an older brother leader role and was parentified which did lasting damage to their relationship as siblings probably forever. despite this the love was there between them & they did have fun memories and play together even if they sometimes got into trouble and/or felix accidentally stabbed out calvin's eye

felix was definitely close with their mom but i think calvin was too. they both realized pretty early on that they weren't going to get any attention or love from their father (who talked down to calvin and mostly ignored felix's existence as if he was a shameful family secret) so they both became desperate for their mother's approval and while she tried she didnt really..... get along with kids very well she mostly found them smelly and annoying. very strict about good manners and growing up to be good little businessmen

as they grew up they were left alone MORE often without nannies or anything and eventually shipped off to boarding school. calvin obviously went to school before felix which led to more time for him to bond w/ their mom during her last years of life. she died when felix was maybe around 15 of an old-timey polio type illness and while they didnt take it GREAT (neither did papa fischoeder) they weren't really allowed to grieve either and kept going with their lives

they didn't spend time with other kids their own age because of being homeschooled (apart from maybe if they visited their dad at the wharf occasionally) but they did spend time with their cousins and extended family. their mom's side was much poorer so they rarely saw that side lest they be negatively influenced but papa fischoeder had a lot of siblings so they had lots and lots of cousins to play with. grover was younger than them by about 10-15 years so they didn't really play together very often but he came to visit sometimes with his older siblings and cousins and all the parents would have a visit together while the kids played in the garden :) fun times

#and im doing okay!!! i think!!!! #its hard to tell these days bcuz im so stressed out but THANK YOU FOR ASKING :D #ask #bob's burgers #headcanons

[noblehcart]

HC Dump: Khademi Family

The Khademi family would be a family seemingly haunted by good wealth and family tragedy. Erfan Khademi came from a long line of merchants and traders that had profited for many generations dating back to the Achaemenid period; it is because of this long line of success that an ancestor had married royalty and added a few precious drops of prestige to the family. Marrying young, he took Cyra Almasi as his first wife and they had a healthy and strong boy, Kian, very soon after, however its two years of attempting to conceive and struggling to do so through miscarriages Erfan took a second wife, Azita Khodadad and they shortly after had Masoud. Masoud didn't have the loud vigorous cry that his elder brother Kian did, but he was a far more temperate babe and child.

Its another year and a half after Masoud's birth that both Azita & Cyra were expecting again and would give birth to two girls, Nasrin (by Cyra) first and then Laleh (by Azita) following a few months after. It would be a seven year lull (though there were still a few miscarriages & stillborns between both women that never survived) between children for both women as the household accepted that this would be the last of the children and thanked Allah for the blessing of two boys and two girls, but at the seventh year does Azita give birth to another boy, Jahan. Jahan was a difficult delivery and would prove to be a difficult child to raise within the household as he was the youngest and the most wild- often getting away with every sort of mischief. His mischief was tempered just slightly however with Azita's passing when he was four years old due to tuberculosis.

Efran was also infected with consumption but would recover eventually though is forever weakened after that and would succumb to a heart attack three years later and just a few months after discovering that by a miracle Cyra was expecting once more.

It is now that at eighteen years old that Kian assumes the role as the head of the household to care for his siblings and expectant mother. The last of the Khademi family is born and she is named Rookheeya. Rookheeya would only know her mother for a few short hours before it was discovered that she was hemorrhaging still from the delivery and passed away after. As his baby sister was placed into Kian's arms does he realize how the family now rested entirely on his own shoulders and mind thinking of how the infant in his arms would never know either of their parents and would look to him first.

Kian takes the next two years to settle further into the family business and trade before marrying to allow his siblings time to recover and get their bearings before he brought in another member to their family. Rookheeya, growing up, would look to Kian as something of a father figure and to the other women of the household as mother figures as Nasrin would take on a distant role as a sister and Laleh followed after Nasrin in tow. It was Rookheeya's brothers that would dote on their youngest in all manner of affection and over-protectiveness with Kian in his success in business supplying her near every desire, Masoud's patience with her curiosity and Jahan as a playmate-fellow mischief maker. As the years would pass Rookheeya would see both her sisters marry young to upstanding well to do men and, in a final tragedy to the Khademi family, lose Masoud to a fever that swept the area.

Rookheeya would grow up to be beautiful in form and in heart with a deep curiosity that was only outdone by her compassion for people and love of her family. She loves listening to the violin music and the setar, pours over maps and books thirsting for the rest of the world and her wit is as sharp as her skills on the chessboard. She befriends people of every class and station and saves a man from the side of the road from death, who then becomes the family's protective guard, and looks forward to having a family of her own one day.

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Parents:

Efnan Khademi

Cyra Almasi

Azita Khodadad

Sibling's Ages at the time of Rookheeya's birth.

Kian (18 )-

Masoud (15 )

Nasrin (13)

Laleh (13)

Jahan (7)

Rookheeya (0)

#// headcanons #/ rookheeya khademi-khan / headcanons

[jobrookekarev]

So I Showed up on Your Doorstep

Chapter Eleven of Eleven: Suddenly The Summer, It's Clear.

Words: 3,304

Summary: A typical Saturday night in the farmhouse with Jo, Alex, Izzie, Eli, Alexis, Luna, and the new baby.

Fandom: Gray’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson, and Izzie Stevens/OC. 

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Izzie Stevens, Luna Ashton-Wilson, Alexis Stevens, Eli Stevens, and OC. 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences. 

Additional Tags: Fluff, Relationship(s), Friendship, Family, Domestic, Happy Ending, Children, Baby, Soft!

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AN: I finally finished it and it only took a little over a month.

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It was a June Saturday night spaghetti dinner at the Steven-Karev farmhouse. Jo and Luna had officially become Karevs four months ago when Jo and Alex got married again in a simple ceremony at the courthouse. Followed by Alex adopting Luna, who was now two, with little Este joining them all just two months ago. Jo loved being a Karev when they first got married and always mourned the loss of her last name. So when they got remarried Jo decided to take the name back, along with the loving family that came with it.

A lot had changed in the year since Jo and Luna had come home with them. Jo had quickly moved everything from the penthouse to the farm in Kansas. Everybody in Seattle was sad to see her go. Especially Link, but he and Scout visited often. Jo had moved into Alex's room and the twins argued that Luna should share their room. However, having three kids in one room was too much. Therefore they added a fourth room above the garage, but down the hall from Jo and Alex and across from the twins. Luna shared with Este, but the three-month-old mostly slept in the bassinet in Jo and Alex's room.

Jo was accepted to the OB residency at the same Hospital Alex and Izzie worked at. Although it wasn't as good as the program at Grey-Slone under Carina’s guidance. Jo was ahead of her class and able to implement the things Carina had taught her to provide better care for her OB patients. Luna was settling into the daycare near the hospital well and had made a few friends already. She was still adjusting to Este’s arrival and preferred her older siblings, but she did at least like her baby sister. 

Tonight, Izzie and Eli were in the kitchen finishing up the spaghetti sauce. Jo and Alexis were cleaning up the living room. While Alex was setting the table with Luna and Este on his shoulder. 

“Is it almost ready?” Alexis called out from the living room, popping her head up behind the couch. 

“It'll be ready in a minute,” Izzie and Eli said back in unison, neither of them looking up from the pot.

Alexis sighed as she slid down the couch and Jo tickled her sides as she laughed. Then they went back to picking up the rest of the toys.

“The table is set,” Alex said as he placed the last plate. “Right there, Luna.” 

Alex pointed to the spot where the spoons went as Luna put the last one down. Este fussed on his shoulder and Alex started bouncing again to calm her. 

“How's the garlic bread doing?” Jo asked, poking her head up and looking into the kitchen. 

“It'll be ready in a minute,” Izzie said again as she peeked into the oven. 

“I'm starving,” Alexis proclaimed as she came over and sat down at the table, and propped her head up on her hand.

“I'm with you on that one, Lex,” Jo sighed as she put away the last basket of toys and joined her at the table.

“Well the garlic bread is ready,” Izzie said, as the timer went off and as she pulled the garlic bread out of the oven and brought it over to the table, trying to placate them. “But it's far too hot to eat just yet.”

“I’ll blow on it before I eat it,” Alexis said, her eyes licking her lips as she watched the garlic bread intently. 

“I think Este's hungry too,” Alex said as he moved Este off his shoulder and looked back at the drool stain she had left as she had chewed on his shoulder. 

“She wants dinner just like us,” Eli said as he smiled over Este.

“Either that or she's just teething,” Izzie said as she smiled and handed him a paper towel to wipe his wet shoulder.

“It’s been a few hours, she’s probably hungry,” Jo said as she held her arms out for Este as Alex handed her to Jo. “But if I feed her someone has to feed me.”

“Can I feed her a bottle?” Alexis asked, leaving her seat at the table in favor of her baby sister as she stood next to Jo. 

“Sorry kiddo, I haven't pumped in a few hours so I need to nurse her,” Jo said as she pulled up her shirt to feed Este and Alexis sulked back to her seat.

“The pasta is ready,” Eli declared as he ate a strand before he hopped down from his stool next to the stove. 

Izzie took the pasta over to drain in the sink and Eli helped Luna into her booster seat at the table next to him. Alex got the oven mints and carried the pot of sauce that had been keeping warm on the stove over to the table. Izzie came over with the pasta and sat down with them and everyone started to dish up.

“Lots a pasta, Daddy?” Luna asked him as she looked up at him. 

“Yeah you'll get lots of pasta, kiddo,” Alex reassured her as he loaded up her plate.

“I’m so hungry I can eat the whole thing,” Alexis said as she loaded up her own place with a large amount of pasta.

“Me too” Jo agreed as she grabbed three slices of garlic bread.

“I swear you eat more now than when you were pregnant,” Izzie said as she put a bit of the salad she made into the kid's plates. Alexis and Eli mostly picked at it, but at least Luna was still young enough to eat it without protest. 

“Blame the chunky Karev baby,” Jo said looking down at Este, but smiling as she ran her finger along her cheek.

“She's a growing girl, she needs all the calories she can get,” Alex said as he smiled and grabbed Este’s little foot, giving her little foot a rub. 

Este was indeed growing big as she was in the 93rd percentile and had the cutest little fat folds. She took after Jo, although Jo argued she looked more like Alex. She had dark brown curls from both of them, but Jo’s oval face and broad forehead along with Jo’s eyes. But she had Alex’s lips and nose. 

“Alexis slow down, you're going to get a tummy ache,” Izzie insisted as they all looked over to see Alexis shoving the pasta into her mouth.

“Jesus kid, You've already inhaled half your plate,” Alex said with a shake of his head as he dished up Jo’s plate for her.

“I'm just so hungry,” Alexis completed her words slightly muffled as her mouth was full of spaghetti.

“Please slow down, Alexis. There’s plenty of spaghetti for you,” Jo insisted as she tried to hide her laughter. 

Izzie just shook her head and tried a new approach. “All right everybody so how was your day? Alexis, how did your math test go?”

“It went well,” Alexis said, taking a break from eating for the first time. “I got 18 out of 20.”

“That's great,” Izzie said as she leaned over and hugged Alexis.

“Congrats kiddo,” Alex said as he high-fived her.

“I knew you could do it,” Jo said to her with a smile.

“How was your day mama Jo?” Eli asked her.

“It was really good, I read my new OB journal, Este and I took a nap, but then she spit up on my entire outfit,” Jo said, although she looked down at Este with a smile.

Jo and Alex were still on leave although Jo was still studying for her OB residency they were enjoying the time off. Luna was in daycare every couple of days to keep up with the routine of it.

“I was a victim of the Este special too,” Alex said as he shook his head and fed Jo a bit of spaghetti. 

“Yeah, I can tell,” Izzie said pointing her fork and his shirt as Alex looked down and frowned at the little bit of spit up on his shirt.

“How was your day Eli?” Jo asked as Alex offered her another bite. 

“It was good, we had to make a paper airplane and try to make it arrow-dynamic,” Eli said, slowly trying to pronounce the complex word. “And tomorrow we’re having a contest to see whose airplane can go the farthest!” 

“That's fun, I'm sure yours will do well,” Izzie said with a proud smile. “And how was your day Luna? What did you do today?” 

“I see people?” Luna said as she spooned the cut up spaghetti into her mouth. 

“What people did you see Luna?” Eli asked her. 

���People,” Luna said as if it was obvious and they all laughed. 

“Did you do some people watching at daycare baby?” Jo asked her with a giggle.

“Yeah,” Luna said as she went back to her meal.

“How was your day Mommy?” Alexis looked over at her with a smile. 

“It was alright,” Izzie said with a shrug.

“I'm sorry Izzie,” Jo sighed and wished she could reach out to hug her. 

“It's okay, tomorrow will be better,” Izzie said as she forced a smile onto her face.

One of her patients whom she had been particularly close to, died the day before, but they never told the kids these things. Today she had taken care of all the patients' things and paperwork. Izzie had personally run the code for two hours. It had hit her hard and she had called them afterwards in tears. Alex and Jo had both raced over to the hospital and comforted her. She had called William too and he was there before they were, holding Izzie in his arms as she cried. They stayed with her for an hour until she felt up to going back to work and were planning to attend the funeral with her later. 

“I think I'll just steal this little one for some extra cuddles tonight,” Izzie said as she looked over at Este and reached out to hold her hand. 

“You can have her as soon as she's done eating if you want?” Jo offered, she knew how it was to hold Este and enjoy the baby cuddles.

“Sounds good to me,” Izzie said with a genuine smile as they both looked down at Este. 

“Yeah Este is good at making anybody's bad day into a good day,” Eli said as he leaned forward in his seat to look over at her.

Of all the kids, he adored his baby sister the most. From the moment Jo had told them she was pregnant he was very protective of her. Eli jumped at the chance to help take care of her and would soothe and play with her, even putting her down for a nap now and then. He loved to play with her and would read all his books to her. He even begged them to let him take Este to school with him so he could spend more time with her, and take her for show and tell. 

“Can I have more?” Alexis asked, holding up her empty plate to show that she had even eaten her salad. 

She also had spaghetti sauce across her face and looked at them with pleading eyes. For some reason it made Jo and Alex burst out laughing while Alexis smiled. Izzie just shook her head and laughed as well as Eli and Luna giggled. 

“Alright,” Izzie said as she just dished up Alexis some more spaghetti. 

Dinner went by too quickly and so did homework, Jo helped the twins with their math and went over the things that Alexis got wrong on her math test. Izzie got her cuddle time with Este and Luna as they played in the living room while Alex did the dishes. As they winded down for the night Alex and Jo did bathtime with the kiddos while Izze got some time to herself. 

“There's my little moon,” Jo said as she wrapped Luna up in her towel and dried her off. 

“Mama I a burr-eo,” Luna said with a smile. 

Jo laughed and hugged Luna close as she pulled her into her lap. “Okay, my little burrito. What about you Alexis, are you ready to be a burrito?” 

“Not yet,” Alexis said, as she was laying on her belly in the tub with her goggles on as she blew bubbles in the water and put her head under again. 

“Alright,” Jo said as she grabbed the hair brush and started to brush Luna's hair. 

After Alexis finally got out they went to the twin’s room where Alex was already helping Eli settle in as he picked out a few books. Soon they all settled into one of the twin's twin beds, and the three kids laid on top of Alex as he started reading to them. Jo leaned against the door frame as she watched them all. She should go get Este from Izzie. Este was probably getting fussy as she did around this time of night. But as she looked down the hallway she saw Izzie coming over to her with Este.

“She wants her Mama,” Izzie said, but she smiled down at her as she gave Este to Jo.

“I hope she wasn’t too fussy for you?” Jo said as she took her and smiled down at her girl who just stared up at her. 

“No, but I know how she gets this time of night and she’s tired,” Izzie said as they both watched Este yawn. 

“If you want to bring her over here and I'll put her down while I read and put these ones down?” Alex asked, catching her attention as they both looked up to see him and the kids staring at her. 

“She won't fuss for her Daddy, either,” Izzie reminded her, as she smiled down at Este.

“Yeah Mama Jo, bring Este over here and let her cuddle with us and she'll fall asleep in no time,” Eli said as he beckoned them over with a wave of his hand. 

“Alright,” Jo easily agreed as she brought Este over and laid down on Alex's chest. 

He cradled her with one arm and Alexis, Luna, and Eli cuddled around her too. All four of the kids settled in and looked quite sleepy as Alex went back to reading the book. Although this time Alexis had to turn the pages from him. Jo went back to the doorway smiling as she and Izzie watched them for a little bit longer.

“Do you want to help me get ready for my date?” Izzie whispered to her after a few minutes as she put a hand on Jo's back. 

“Of course,” Jo said with a smile as she followed Izzie down the hallway.

Jo helped Izzie do her hair and makeup as Alex got all the kids to sleep. Afterwards, they all retreated downstairs. Jo laid on the couch against Alex’s chest while Izzie paced up and down the room, waiting for William. 

“Stop pacing and come relax with us while you wait,” Jo said as she waved her over, but Izzie was too excited for her date.

“He should be here any minute,” Izzie said, peeking out the windows again. “Oh, there he is.”

Jo and Alex smiled at each other as they watched Izzie light up as she saw him. She and William had started dating after Jo had officially moved into the farmhouse with Luna. Although they had been dating for a while, they still acted like teenagers in love. Jo and Alex were happy for her and William. He had gone from a good friend to a beloved fourth parent, although he left the disciplining to Izzie. He helped take care of them and was often around for dinner, playtime, and homework. That is when he wasn’t working in the fields. The kids loved him just as much as they had grown to love Jo. Eli and Alexis had started calling him Papa Will. Alex was quite jealous at first, but he had gotten over it as he allowed someone else to love his kids just as much as he did and take on a fatherly role in her life. However, Alex knew he was Alexis's number one Daddy.

Although they joked that if anybody else moved into the farmhouse they would need to make some more renovation to fit everyone. Izzie had discussed with them whether William should move in or they should move to William’s house, even involving the twins to see how they felt about it. The kids loved living together so much and they didn't want to split up their family unit, so for now, they all stay together and with William occasionally sleeping over. 

“Are you sure you're going to be warm enough?” Jo asked looking her over at Izzie as she was dressed in a mid-length red wrap dress. Although it was June, the nights still got a bit chilly. 

“I’ll be fine, I’ve got a jacket too,” Izzie said as she grabbed her jean jacket. 

Finally, William made it to their door and knocked. Izzie rushed to open the door and welcomed him in.

“Hello William,” Izzie said with a smile as William took off his cowboy hat and came into the house.

“Hello Izzie you look mighty beautiful tonight,” William said with a smile as his eyes looked her up and down and Izzie blushed a deep red.

“Thank you. Well, we should get going,” Izzie said as she grabbed her purse and William put her jacket over her shoulders.

“You two have a good time,” Jo said as she said goodbye with a wave. 

“We will,” Izzie said as she waved back to her. “And I'll text you when we’re headed home.

“Be sure not to get into any trouble and you make sure she's home by midnight,” Alex said pointedly at William as Jo hit his chest with her hand and rolled her eyes. 

“Don't worry sir, I will,” William said, putting his hat back on and tipping it to Alex who nodded.

“See you guys later,” Izzie said with a little wave to them as she pulled William out the door. 

The house grew quiet as Jo and Alex flipped through Netflix, trying to find something to watch while they ate some popcorn. Alex absentmindedly ran his hands up and down her arms and Jo played with the cuff of his shirt on the arm that was wrapped around her waist. Jo found her eyes wandering from the screen as she looked around the living room. 

She thought about the first time she had stepped into the living room. She remembered how much it looked like Izzie’s space but with the twins' toys and other things scattered around. Now there were touches of her and Alex around the space. His wrestling magazines were on the side table and his record player and records were displayed on the shelves. Her attempt at knitting, no wool of course, in the basket on the shelf. Next to it was her collection of books, both medical and fiction. There were more toys this time around with the addition of baby things.

There were also pictures of her and Luna and now Este as well as pictures of all six of them as a family. Including the one that they had sent out in the Christmas card on the mantle. It was next to that little Christmas house that Izzie never let them put away. Along with the string of lights in the window, she insisted they needed to keep up because it also served as a night light. Jo had the big family she always wanted, and it meant everything to her. 

No longer did she feel like the farmhouse was a stranger's home she was stepping into. It was her home with her husband and their kids and one of her best friends. Never in a million years did she imagine calling Alex's ex-wives farmhouse home, but here she was. As Jo thought about it, it was one of those things that hit her suddenly. The feeling of home surprised her, especially, how much the little farmhouse had truly become home. 

“Jo Jo?” 

“What?” Jo asked as she heard Alex call her name and tilted her head to look up at him.

“Hey I was asking you about the movie, but you were so lost in thought,” Alex said with a smile. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh just that I’m home,” Jo said, as she smiled up at him. 

“Good,” Alex said as he leaned down and she reached up to catch his chin and pull him in for a kiss before she pulled back and laid her head on his chest. 

“But what movie were you trying to ask me about?” Jo asked as she looked up at the tv.

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch this one?” Alex said as he pointed with the remote to the movie on the screen.

“Yeah it looks good,” Jo said as she settled back into his arms and Alex played the movie.

#jo wilson #alex karev #grey's anatomy #jolex #luna wilson #izzie stevens #eli stevens #alexis stevens #otp: home and heart #my work #my writing #my fanfiction #grey's anatomy fanfic

[dark9896]

Unlikely [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 😭

Using the Children of Libra AU for names, just a different timeline. Damien is roughly 6 (but acts older because of Older Sibling Syndrome) and Evalyn is 4.

Part 2 Bittersweet

You woke with an insatiable craving, though you couldn't tell what it was you wanted. It had been three months since your friend had passed. Three months from when you agreed to carry out your friend's last task.

It wasn't something you'd been asked to do, but this was the friend that stayed by your side for years. The two of you had been more than inseparable, you were like sisters. Twin sisters. Carrying her third child to term was the least you could do in her memory.

Her husband was an absolute sweetheart. Which was both a little surprising given his sheer size and build, but also not that big a surprise because you endured your friend talking about him the entire time they had been dating and married.

It was for his sake that you'd moved into his house in the first place. Bearing his child being his main reason for asking, a slew of other reasons peppered into the explanation as if you needed more persuasion. You knew Klaus was a man in mourning. It was clear as day that he was overworking himself to bury his grief, his guilt.

This ranged from dressing Damien and Evalyn, to practically waiting on you hand and foot. That last past had you feeling a little guilty yourself; even if you were currently pregnant with his child, even if he felt he needed to care for the woman carrying his child; you worried about taking advantage of his kindness.

Carefully stumbling out of the bathroom, you moved slowly toward the kitchen. You didn't want to wake anyone up if you could help it, it wasn't fair to the kids or Klaus. You were trying to figure out what it was you wanted, what did you need to--

Standing very still in the living room doorframe, you could just barely make out the silhouette of Klaus hunched over on the couch. The sound of his crying was heartbreaking. It had to be hard for him. Holding a brave face for Damien and Evalyn all the while hiding from you. No doubt his own self-righteous stubbornness about not stressing the baby.

Something suddenly struck you as very odd. In all this time, Klaus hadn't even tried asking to touch the baby bump. You were used to him being respectful, not touching you except on the shoulders and upper back. But you knew, deep down, that it might help him process his grief to feel his own child kicking.

That one stair always squeaked under you whenever you entered the living room, and it caused Klaus to jump slightly. He thought he was alone. Covering his face on instinct, wiping away the thick tears before standing as straight as he could. Forgetting that he could be quite terrifying in such a pose, especially in the dim moonlight.

"Ah, [Name]. I'm sorry to have awoken you." Klaus offered his arm, "Was there something you needed?"

You stared up at Klaus, "It isn't about what I need. Not right now. You didn't wake me though."

He didn't know what to do. You were very much like his late wife, but just slightly different. If he hadn't known better, Klaus would have thought the two of you had been twin sisters. Though his eyes followed you on your journey to the couch, he was ready to assist in any way you might need.

Patting the couch near where Klaus had just rose from, "Please? Trust me?"

Klaus hesitated a little, but settled next to you on the couch. There was space between the two of you, but that was half-expected. You didn't really know where to start, how to get Klaus to relax. Even being around so often as you had been to help your friend hadn't prepared you for something like this.

"I know how you're feeling, a little at least." You kinda needed to talk this all out yourself, not knowing who to turn to either, "We both lost [Friend]. She meant different things to us, but we both lost her."

Hanging his head a little, Klaus couldn't help but wonder if you had some kind of mind-reading powers. Then again... he didn't know if you'd gone to anyone to talk. Gilbert followed you sure, but Klaus wasn't about to pry in your personal life.

"Ya know, when we were little, we would talk about what we wanted to be. Like how kids do." You stared at your hands, "She always wanted a big family, to her it was always impossible. A good man at her side, five or six little ones running around, a couple dogs, a cat or three... real House on the Prairie style life."

There was a sense of peace for Klaus as you talked. He too knew about his wife's desire to have a large family. How she lit up at learning Klaus came from a large family, how easily she had gotten along with his siblings. Learning that she had been an only child was the most shocking thing at the time. Given... well, you.

"But after she met you..." Klaus turned back to the sound of your voice, "Christ the way she fawned over you. The perfect man. I always thought there had to be a catch. Until I actually met you."

You let out a deep sigh, "She was right. [Friend] usually was a good judge of character. Though you wouldn't have known if you looked at her dating history."

Klaus couldn't join in with your hollow attempt at laughter, "[Name], I... I know you mean well with all this but... I'm not so sure this is really helping."

"You've never once tried to feel your own child kick." You suddenly turned blunt words against the big marshmallow of a man, "[Friend] would've slapped you by now ya know."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable with any inappropriate advances." Klaus barely managed to look you in the eye, "If it had been [Wife] then I would have been far more... Active in that regard."

You groaned softly under your breath, hardly audible even in the silence of the night, "Klaus, give me your hand."

He too groaned a little, but knew better than to disobey a pregnant woman. Surrendering without a second thought as you guided his hand to your womb. Even though it was under your guidance, you couldn't help but shiver at the gentle and warm contact.

It was a little weird, how much of an effect Klaus had. Maybe you were just high on hormones, maybe it was living with him, maybe it could be a lot of things. But the way he was rubbing your belly was having an effect on you.

The baby must've woken up as well, kicking at the large hand. Klaus would have asked if you were okay, if you needed him to stop. But he could feel what was going on and had a good idea that you didn't mind simply on the premise that this had been your idea in the first place.

In all honesty, this was the closest you've been to Klaus, in any sense. You were just now noticing Klaus's green eyes, the softened expression on his face serving to make him less intimidating than you thought before. Tears were forming in his eyes again, you couldn't tell what was going on behind that otherwise blank expression.

His hand wandered a little low, supporting your entire womb at an... interesting angle. Though Klaus drew his hand away completely when your head turned. Worried he had gone too far, that his excitement had gotten the better of him.

Then your stomach growled like a demon from hell.

"Ah, forgive me [Name]." Klaus was up on his feet in a flash, "Please, tell me what you need now. I promise, it isn't asking too much."

You didn't get much of a choice as Klaus helped you sort through your cravings. Cooking up a large meal despite you asking him not to. But you might as well tell a brick to grow legs and walk, you'd get faster results. Klaus had a knack for overdoing it in a way that Mr. Altstien just knew how to avoid.

Klaus was diligent, walking with you back to your room. And it was in his exhaustion, grief, and guilt that he slipped up. It was late after all, and the two of you had spent the better half of two hours swapping stories about [Friend/Wife]. Familiarity was coming to bite Klaus in his butt.

"Gute Nacht mein Liebling."

You paused, turning back towards a now sweating Klaus, "What? What did you say?"

"Ah, my apologies." Klaus rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm rather accustomed to speaking German around [Wife]. I was saying good night."

He hoped you wouldn't try looking it up. Because that was not all he said. It left Klaus laying in bed, staring at where his wife would be.

Where she should be.

Klaus's mind was churning. Why was he starting to project his wife onto you? That's what this feeling was... had to be. It had barely been a few months since he had buried his wife after...

And you had been lovely, even before the accident. Always there for [Wife] when she needed someone other than Klaus to talk to. Having been a constant in Damien and Evalyn's lives as well. Klaus had always tried giving the two of you space. Knowing the importance of having an outside-ish person to confide in.

And now here you were carrying his child in his wife's stead. No one had asked you to, Klaus could have never asked such a massive task of anyone. But you'd offered anyways. Was that why Klaus felt this way? Because you had so effortlessly taken on something you didn't need to?

Or was he...

No. Klaus couldn't be moving on. Not this quickly. He barely even processed his grief, to move on with someone else was absurd. Despite knowing the other person, trusting them, and having a myriad of other complicating factors over this, undoubtedly inappropriate, relationship.

There was no right answer though. The more Klaus thought about it, the more it churned in his head. The less convinced he was that things could be straightened out into a neat division. The way he felt about his wife, the complex grief of losing her while she was hardly a month and a half pregnant, the way you'd swooped in to assure the baby could be carried to term, even Klaus doing his upmost to take care of you.

It all accumulated into the sticky web of intersecting emotions. His eyes finally started to feel heavy as he entertained the idea of a platonic date with you. Surely that would help ease his mind, right?

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #ask

[messers-moony]

Runaways | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Twin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Regulus refuses to lose yet another sibling after Sirius leaves.

Being a Hufflepuff Prefect with a mischievous older Gryffindor brother is a lot of work. Sirius is frequently getting into trouble, and Remus is no help. But honestly? Y/n isn’t either. If anything, she laughs at her brother and her friend's antics. Y/n is the only Black family member still in good shape with all her family. 

Sirius was overjoyed when Y/n was into Hufflepuff. His little sister following in his footsteps of no longer being a Slytherin. However, Y/n’s twin brother - Regulus - was sorted into Slytherin. She didn’t let that define their relationship. Y/n was close with her twin and the Marauders. Remus often bumped her shoulder in the halls making her smile. The werewolf often had that effect on her. So did James, and so did Peter. 

But no one made a giant smile appear on her face than Sirius and Regulus. 

“Oi! Little sis!” His voice, it was calm and bright, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. 

Y/n turned, “Hey Siri.”

Sirius’ arm went around her shoulders, “How’s your day been?”

“Good, yours?”

“Oh,” Sirius sighed, dreaming, making her chuckle, “It’s been perfect, dear sister.”

“What did you do now?” Y/n fake scolded, “Everything.” Sirius replied. 

A familiar raven-haired boy was making their way towards them, hoping and praying that they wouldn’t notice. His green tie and green robes. The prefect badge on the left side of his chest. The wavy black hair and the beautiful grey eyes. The 5’11 Slytherin walking towards his twin sister and older brother. The people he adored the most in the world but barely talked to within the castle walls. His plan ultimately failed. 

Regulus turned to walk by his two siblings only for Y/n to wrap an around his shoulder, “Reggie!”

“Y/n, Sirius.” Regulus greeted with the corners of his lips barely turning up, “How’s your day been?” Sirius asked, turning to look at his younger brother. 

“Good until two idiots came along.” He joked with a smile adorning his features. 

Y/n put her hand on her heart dramatically, “You wound me!”

Both brothers chuckled, and a Professor came to greet them in the middle of the hallway, seeing their beautiful smiling faces, “All three Black’s in one spot. How brilliant!” Slughorn commented as Sirius faked tipping his hat. 

The three Black siblings. The Black trio. One Gryffindor, one Slytherin, and one Hufflepuff. Oh, how Walburga adored them despite the way she treated them. It was never in her heart to treat them the way she does. Orion had such a soft spot for his twins. But alas, both parents knew that if they didn’t raise them correctly - or without abuse - they would only get hurt worse. Walburga knew that if she treated them the way she truly wanted to, they’d be split. 

But that never compared to the aching in her heart when she had to cast a spell on her children. The kids she was sworn to protect. Walburga never wanted this life, never wanted to marry Orion, hell, she never even wanted kids, but Merlin, her kids were great. Slughorn and McGonagall would send her letters of how wonderfully they’ve been doing in their studies, how Sirius made another cauldron explode, how Regulus caught the snitch and won the Quidditch Cup, how Y/n made prefect and was top of her class. 

It was beautiful, and for once, Walburga was happy. She hid all the letters from Orion. If Orion knew he’d made Walburga send a howler, and she didn’t want that. Godric how she hated the awful red colors the howlers came in. The awful shade of brilliant rose. It brought a grimace to her face just thinking about it. But like everything, the truth comes out, and Sirius eventually got a howler. 

Sirius let go of Y/n to begin Transfiguration while the two twins made their way to Herbology. Not before Sirius kissing the tops of their heads like he did when they were kids, “I love you guys!”

“Black, get in here!” McGonagall yelled, and both twins laughed, “We love you too!” They replied in unison. 

Regulus and Y/n laughed, their arms around each other's shoulders, “I never want him to leave.” Regulus admitted. 

“Me either.”

The day was uneventful. More learning, more foolishness, and more laughter. Professor Sprout couldn’t help but smile at the Black twins in her classroom. Regulus was always ice cold when not around his siblings. They made him shine even if he couldn’t find a reason to. It didn’t matter where they were. The Black trio always brought smiles with them. Whether it was Y/n and Sirius, the twins, or all three, their smiles, their laughs, their happiness was so contagious. Three children from an abusive home, coming together to make each other smile. How is it possible?

Y/n would be the answer. The glue to the Black family. The bond to keep her brothers from drifting apart. But that all changed in the summer of 1976.

It was dark and another day of yelling. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to leave. He wanted to go. It was bound to happen. He kept telling himself. But did that excuse leaving his siblings behind? Would he risk their safety for his own pleasure? Sirius didn’t have time to think about it. He packed his trunk and opened the window. One leg out and just about to get the other over until his door opened. 

His little sister, “Sirius?”

“Hey, sis…” Sirius hated how his voice shook and almost broke.

“What- Where are you going?”

He couldn’t help it; she needed to know the truth, “Away. Far away from here.”

Y/n crossed her arms slowly, “Without saying goodbye?”

“Goodbye?” Sirius replied with a nervous smile. 

She shook her head with a smile, walking toward his window. Sirius expected a smack, a lecture. But she didn’t do that. Y/n cupped both his cheeks and kissed his forehead like he did when she was hurt. Tears filled his grey eyes without permission as he stared at his younger sister's glossed eyes. Gently she ran her hand through his hair, moving it back. 

“I suppose you were never good at goodbyes.”

“Not really, no.” Sirius chuckled. 

Y/n smiled, “I know you aren’t happy here. You were never happy here.” Sirius interrupted before she could continue, “You could give Remus a run for his money.”

“Listen, Sirius, please.” She pleaded, and Sirius looked at her eyes; he’d miss them, “All I ask, is that you take care of yourself. Regulus and I, we’ll manage. But you should say goodbye to him too….”

“Go get him.”

It took minutes, but Regulus was eventually standing in front of his older brother, one leg out of the window and the other inside his bedroom. Y/n stood behind them, arms crossed with tears streaming down her cheeks silently. Regulus looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn’t. Sirius didn’t care anymore. Silver trails ran down his cheeks, especially when Regulus hugged his older brother with all his strength. 

“I'm going to miss you.”

Sirius sniffled, “I’ll miss you a hundred times more.”

“Impossible.” Y/n interjected, smiling. 

Regulus and Sirius pulled apart, Regulus now standing beside his twin, “I need you to know,” Sirius began, looking at Regulus, “James isn’t your replacement. He is nothing compared to you. You’re my brother, always.”

“And you,” He turned to Y/n after Regulus nodded, “You’re my baby sister, through and through. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean you can give me detention.” 

They chuckled, and possibly for the last time, “Always.”

“Forever.”

“Together.”

Sirius gave a watery smile and finished the jump out his window. Wordlessly Y/n shut it behind him. Regulus stood in front of the glass pane until Sirius was out of sight and gave a heavy sigh. Y/n was standing right beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I knew it was going to happen. I just wish it wasn’t so soon.” Regulus whispered, “I know.” Y/n agreed. 

Regulus took her hand, “Forever.”

“Together.” Y/n replied, squeezing his hand. 

So many they lost their always, but they still had each other. The next night at dinner was dreadful. Possibly the worst one yet, “Where is he!”

“I- I don’t know.” Y/n answered, cowering away, her hand rubbing her forearm.

Walburga looked at Regulus, and he shook his head, “Where is Sirius?”

“Gone.” Walburga replied to her husband, who gave a mere shrug at the answer, “Our heir is gone, Orion! What are we going to do now.”

“The reasonable thing, Y/n is next in line.”

Walburga scoffed, “Absolutely not.”

Regulus reached for his sister's hand after noticing the tears collecting in her eyes, “She is a disgrace! Just like Sirius!”

Orion put down the daily prophet, looking at his wife across the table, “What would you like me to do about it?”

“Regulus!” The boy stiffened, “You are our next heir.”

“No!” Y/n exclaimed, her rage taking over, “That isn’t how it works! I’m the next in line, disgrace or not. I'm older than Regulus.”

Walburga pulled out her wand, but Y/n didn’t flinch, “With that courage, you should be in Gryffindor.” The older woman seethed.

“You feel no remorse, do you?” Y/n asked, but she did; Godric, Walburga hated herself, “Putting your wand to my neck like I’m some training dummy.”

“How do you think we feel! Our older brother is gone! The one who took care of us because our parents can’t.”

Y/n had tears flowing down her cheeks, “How do you think we feel?”

The girl stood up from the table without being dismissed after letting go of Regulus’ hand, “I saw the tapestry.”

“You burned him from it! What kind of monster are you?! He’s your son regardless of his house. I’ll be your heir, but I will never be your puppet.”

Y/n ran up to her bedroom. Walburga and Orion stared at their son, who sat as stiff as a board. More minutes passed, and Regulus left the table too but not before speaking to his parents, “I’ll- I’ll be your heir. I’ll be your son.”

“Brilliant. Thank you, Regulus.” Walburga smiled.

Regulus lost his brother. He wasn’t losing his sister. But over time, it felt like he was. There was no more laughter in the halls. Only one Black sibling was laughing and smiling - Sirius. There was no more hugging in the halls, no more playing around. Regulus and Y/n were ice. They were cold and in pain. That was the first thing Sirius noticed. His siblings hadn’t stopped by his carriage like usual. It dampened his mood. 

“Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” James had reassured, but Sirius wasn’t so sure.

It was the first ride to Hogwarts that Sirius was utterly silent. He played with the ribbon in his hand. It was a green ribbon that he carried with him everywhere. The boys never knew what it was or where it came from. They had just discovered that Sirius would fidget with it when he was upset. Remus noticed it first - of course - but James did too, and shortly Peter followed. It was her ribbon, Y/n’s ribbon. A ribbon she wore in her hair when she was seven. 

After a bad punishment, Sirius had been given Y/n took care of him. Washed his cuts and plastered them. It was then she learned how much Sirius loved when people did his hair. So she braided it for him and tied it off with her green ribbon. He remembered the way it felt on his fingertips. So perfectly combed and webbed together. It was the reason his hair was long enough to braid. Every Quidditch match, he’d weave it. James asked why once, and Sirius ignored him, but Y/n knew. It was okay to keep secrets sometimes. 

Fifth-year for the twins went by smoothly. Sirius’ sixth year was hell. He missed his siblings so much somedays it was hard to get up in the morning. Regardless it was hard to get Sirius out of bed in the morning, but this year was particularly rough. It was like he was in a constant state of Remus after the full moon - tired, fatigued and sad. 

He missed Regulus’ smile and Y/n’s laughter. Godric, he missed everything! Sirius cried - sobbed about it at night. His silencing charms weren’t good. It left James and Remus in a tricky spot. It was apparent he didn’t want to talk about it because if he did, he would’ve by now. Remus stopped seeing the twins during prefect rounds and stopped seeing Y/n altogether. It was like she was avoiding them. 

The twins did their prefect rounds together, studied together, and only talked to each other. It broke Sirius’ heart. He ruined everything just for his own pleasure. But hadn’t Y/n meant what she said? That she wanted him to be happy? Sirius wasn’t happy. He was far from it. 

Regulus had nightmares every night about his parents. About his brother leaving, about everything. So he didn’t sleep most nights, and instead, he threw himself into his studies. Occasionally he’d realized that he had done two essays and then understood that he no longer had to do his brother's homework. Regulus had copies of reports everywhere because it was a habit. A habit he had to lose. 

Y/n stopped baking extra cookies. Every Saturday, she’d go to the kitchens to bake a new delicacy the muggle way. Y/n couldn’t help but accidentally bake extra for her Gryffindor brother, only to realize that she wouldn’t give them to him. Instead, she gave them to the house elves to serve after dinner in the Great Hall. They’d appear on the Gryffindor table, and Sirius knew they were a product of her. 

During the summer holiday of 1977, Regulus began to notice that Y/n gone often. Walburga would send her away, or Orion would make her run an errand. Regardless Y/n wasn’t around as much. Was she going to run like Sirius? Walburga and Orion sent her to Auror training. Y/n was young, too young for this training. It was Auror training, but they weren’t training her to work for the Ministry. They were preparing for her to become a death eater. 

Weeks passed, and Regulus felt saddened by her absence. So one day at dinner, he spoke up, “Why haven’t you been present at home?”

Y/n chuckled, “Are you serious? You haven’t told him?”

“What- What do you mean?” Regulus questions suspiciously.

Walburga coughed, “She’s been put into training.”

“Training?”

“Auror training.”

“But not to be an Auror, to be a death eater.” 

Y/n scoffed, “Bullshit, tell him the real reason.” 

She looked at both her parents, “They don’t want me anymore. They send me away because it’s easier than disowning me, like Sirius.”

“N- No.” Regulus denied, “Mum, tell me that she’s lying.”

Silence, “Answer me, please.” Regulus pleaded as a water film glossed his grey eyes.

“She’s not lying.” Orion stated, and Regulus let his tears fall down his cheeks, “No! I won’t let you take her from me!”

Regulus stood up, and his chair flipped behind him, “If you disown her, you disown me!”

“Reggie…”

“No! Please no!” Regulus was clawing at his hair, sobbing, “Don’t take her too….” He whimpered. 

Y/n began to stand up until Walburga sent a spell her way, throwing her back. It just made Regulus cry more. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They were sixteen! This wasn’t fair. So Regulus stood up and held back his tears. Walburga held her wand to his throat, making Y/n nervous. But Regulus was cold, ice cold. Hastily he grabbed his mother's wand and snapped it. Y/n didn’t have time to gape. Regulus ran to her, and they ran. 

Through the front door to anywhere else in the dark of the night. Orion was too busy with his wife to realize his children were gone. Y/n was sure they were miles away before they stopped. No magic could be done. They weren’t seventeen yet. They’d have to survive without magic. But then she heard it. A howl. It was a risk, a big one, but they had to take it. 

She took her brother's hand and began running towards it, “Y/n, where are we going?”

“To whatever is howling.”

“Are you mental?”

“Maybe.” Y/n shrugged. 

Suddenly he saw it. That look Sirius always had. She looked free, happy, and mischievous. Suddenly she wasn’t Y/n Black. She was just Y/n. His twin sister. The girl that would beg her brothers to adventure with her, to trust her blindly. That’s what he was doing now - trusting her blindly. They must’ve been miles away. Regulus didn’t even know how they got that far, but in the forest, the howling got louder. 

But at the edge of the forest was a black dog, guarding the entrance to the woods, making sure that no one entered. The stag was taking care of the werewolf. They took turns. One full moon, the dog, was to stand guard, next the stag. Y/n cried upon seeing the animal. She dropped to her knees, and Regulus knelt beside her. The dog looked familiar and gave them both great kisses. They fell asleep together. Y/n, Regulus and the dog. 

The following morning, James went back out to the forest after realizing Padfoot was missing. At the entrance of the forest, he saw them. The Black trio. So he left them. Sirius knew the way back; it wasn’t worth ruining their moment. Regulus stirred awake first and woke the dog. The dog left a multitude of kisses on the twins. Y/n woke up shortly after. 

Regulus was appalled to see the dog turn into his older brother but happy nonetheless, “Sirius!”

“Reggie.” Sirius replied, holding him close. 

They parted, and Sirius kissed his forehead, “How?”

“The howling.”

“How did you leave?”

“I snapped mum’s wand.”

Sirius looked flabbergasted, “Really?”

“She- She was going to separate us. I didn’t- I couldn’t lose another sibling.” Regulus admitted, and Sirius took him into his arms again, “Never again. I promise.”

Y/n chuckled, “Looks like we’re all runaways.”

Sirius grabbed her into the hug, “But we’re doing it together.”

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[waiting4inspiration]

Love Again (Bjorn x Reader)

Summary: Every nine years, Vikings travel to Uppsala to worship the Gods. After everything that Bjorn’s been through, his wife leaving him and breaking his heart, things start to change when he meets the princess who has many stories behind her name; you. 

Warnings: it’s long and there’s still another part coming, angst, fluff, strong language, dueling, mentions of drinking, Uppsala stuff, I hope you guys enjoy it :))

Word Count: 4,306

A/n: So, this is actually a long, long overdue request from @honestlyya​ and there are quiet a few things that are different from the show. 1) Bjorn and Porunn never had baby Siggy, 2) Aslaug never happened so Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar are all children of Lagertha and they are older than they are at the point in the series when Porunn leaves. This is all part of the request. 

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The last time Bjorn was at Uppsala, he was a child and his sister was still alive. Now, he is a man, with four brothers, and a wife that left him because of her insecurities of the scar on her face. He doesn’t expect his heart to be healed by the Gods over the next nine days. But, perhaps coming here was a good idea. It might give him a chance to forget Porunn, for his heart to heal. 

Many people from different parts of the country come to Uppsala. Sometimes, people from other lands come to celebrate and give sacrifices to the Gods. When Bjorn sees an army-like group arrive, one man carrying a purple banner with a sword and ax crossing each other, only one person catches his eye. The woman leading the army. 

You look behind you as the men and women following you split up to either visit the temple or set up tents for the nights. Now that you have time for yourself, you have to decide what to do with yourself. But when your gaze lands on the temple, a bright smile grows on your face. 

Bjorn hears Ivar walking towards him with those heavy, uneven steps because of the crutch he uses to walk. He stands beside his oldest brother, follows his gaze to find out what or who he’s staring at, only to chuckle when he sees his gaze fixed on you. “You stare at (Y/n) of Forsa.” Ivar’s words make Bjorn’s head snap to him and his eyes grow slightly wide. 

For someone so talked about, Bjorn never thought this is what you’d look like. He never expected someone called The Protector of Forsa, someone whose skills with a blade are told like sagas about the Gods, to capture his attention with just one look. 

He remembers how Porunn caught his attention and how he fell for her the first time he laid eyes on her. The feeling now is almost similar. Except this time, the feeling that draws his eyes to you is stronger than what he felt with his past wife. 

Even though you don’t come from Norway or worship the Gods Bjorn and his people do, you and your people make it important to educate yourselves in the culture of others. Bjorn knows your people speak many languages because of that. And seeing you here in Uppsala only makes Bjorn’s broken heart jump in excitement. Especially when you turn your head and your gaze meets his. 

Two people walk up to you, the King and Queen of Forsa, and you turn to greet them with a bright smile and a hug. Your parents, making you… “The princess of Forsa,” Bjorn finishes his thoughts out loud, making Ivar who still stands beside him chuckle and nod his head. 

On top of the story of being a fierce warrior, you’ve raised your own army to fight in your father’s name. It must have been your army that he saw arriving with you. 

To break his stare, Ivar shoves Bjorn’s shoulder with his and nods to Ragnar and Lagertha nearing you and the King and Queen of Forsa. “Are you going to spend the nine days staring at her and pouting, or are you going to talk to her?” Ivar questions, looking up to him when Bjorn turns his head to look at his young brothers. 

Bjorn sighs, turns his head back to look at you as you greet Ragnar and Lagertha, and bites the inside of his cheek before he starts to walk forward. Unaware that his other three brothers have now joined Ivar to see these events unfold because he keeps his eyes on you, he takes in a deep breath as your head turns to face him. 

“King Hurr, Queen Vealda, this is our oldest son, Bjorn Ironside,” Ragnar states with a proud smile on his face as he holds his hand out to gesture to Bjorn. 

He simply nods his head to your mother and father before looking back at you. “Princess (Y/n). I have heard many stories about you,” Bjorn says, taking your hand in his and bringing up to kiss the back of your knuckles, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours. 

Lagertha notices this, notices the look in his eyes and the lingering hold he has on your hand, only letting go when you smile at him and smile. “About me, or my army?” you ask, slightly tilting your head to the side as he smirks down at you. 

“Why not both?” he responds, making you smile and turn your gaze to your mother who nods her head in approval. “I’d like to hear things from your side,” he mentions, taking a small step forward and making your head turn back to him. 

“It would be my pleasure, Bjorn Ironside,” you reply, turning to start walking away and nodding for him to join you. 

Your parents and his watch you both walk away, the conversation starting lightly between both of you and a smile never leaving your face. Your father turns to Ragnar, pleased to see the two of you getting along right from the beginning. “I have a feeling we shall talk again before leaving Uppsala,” Hurr mentions as he takes his wife’s hand and starts to walk away. 

That night, you told Bjorn all about your travels with your army and the places you’ve been where you’ve learned new languages and cultures. 

Bjorn only met you yesterday and he wants to spend the next day with you. He has his family’s permission, his brothers are more than happy that he’ll be out of their hair, and his parents happy that he’s not moping around still about Porunn. They’re all happy that he’s finding something to keep his mind preoccupied from his past wife. 

Walking around the grove, between those still drunk from the previous night or passed out from the effects of alcohol or other substances, he’s certain he won’t find you among these people. He’s certain he’ll find you either at or still in your tent where he led you last night after your long talk with him. 

He finds you, seated in front of your tent with a sword in front of you and a grinding stone in your hand that you run up and down the blade. There’s a calm look on your face as you focus on the blade in front of you, and it makes him smile to himself. 

“Couldn’t help yourself?” he asks, breaking your focus on your sword and making your gaze lift to him as he steps closer to you. 

Seeing him makes you smile, especially when you remember the previous night. “No, I’m making sure I’m ready for tomorrow,” you mention, placing your sword to the side and standing to your feet. “One of my men has initiated a duel tomorrow and I couldn’t refuse,” you explain, placing your hands on your hips as he comes to stand in front of you. 

He chuckles, nods his head, and glances down to your sword for a moment before looking at you again. “I thought I might ask if you’d like to join me for a walk. To the fjord?” he asks, nodding in the direction away from the temple and in the direction of a cliff that looks over the fjord some use when they arrive in ships. 

Biting your lip, you glance over his shoulder to where he gestures before nodding to your head. He breathes a silent sigh of relief and turns to walk by your side when you walk forward. “I must say, I didn’t expect you to want to spend more time with me after I bored you last night,” you chuckle, folding your hands in front of you and dropping your gaze to the ground. 

“If anything, I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night,” he mentions, his words making your heart skip a beat and your head snap up to him. “It’s been a long time since something like that has happened for me.”

You hum, nod your head as you turn your head back to look in front of you. “You don’t have a wife?” you question, thinking that it might be wrong for him to think about another woman when he has a wife. He looks about the age where he could have one, and you’re sure that women throw themselves at the sons of Ragnar’s feet. 

Hearing him take in a sharp breath, you slowly turn your head up to him and find him staring at his feet with a sorrowful look on his face. Was it the wrong question for you to ask? Are you prying in places you shouldn’t?

He looks down at you, that sad look still on his face, as if he’s just had his heart broken and it makes you stop walking for just a minute. “No. I don’t have a wife,” he states, tearing his gaze away from you again before he starts to walk again. 

You bite your lip, think for a moment if this means that he no longer wishes to be in your presence anymore and if you should turn back. But, after a few steps, he stops and turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. “Tell me about your siblings,” he says, encouraging you to join him again. It makes you smile as you walk forward. 

“Well, I have one very much older brother who married when I was young,” you state as you and he start walking again. “And that’s where it ends. I’m afraid my family isn’t as interesting as yours,” you add with a small laugh. A laugh that makes Bjorn smile and treasures the sound. 

“I used to have a sister. Who I imagine would have become a shieldmaiden,” Bjorn mentions, and you stare up at him, waiting for him to carry on. “She died when a plague came to Kattegat,” he simply states, keeping his eyes in front of him as his jaw goes tense. 

You reach up to touch his arm and his head turns to look at where your hand touches him, the sight making his heart flutter and the corner of his lips to pull slightly into a smile. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, giving him a gentle smile which he returns. “I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose my brother,” you say, dropping your hand away from his arm as you fold your hands together. “At least you have four brothers now.”

He hums, smiles to himself as the memory of the teases his brothers sang before he left to find you, either at each other or at him. It never stops with them, and Bjorn suspects that’s what happens when there are so many boys in a house. 

“They definitely keep everyone on their feet. Each other, me, my mother and father,” he mentions, making you chuckle and bite your lip as you nod your head at his words. 

“That reminds me of my brother,” you say, turning your head up to him as you smile. Bjorn can see that you’re thinking of a memory. “Always keeping me on my toes.”

How could he forget about the duel you told him about? It was the first thing on his mind when he woke that morning and the only thing he wished to do was to go and see if it had already started. From the sounds he hears the moment he steps out of the small cabin for him and his family - the royal family of Kattegat - he gathers that this duel might have already started. 

Bjorn follows the cheers, shouting, and the sound of swords clashing with shields, ringing as they hit one another. Hvitserk and Ubbe join Bjorn on his way to your family’s side of the grove, eager to get involved themself, should it come to that. 

Just in time to see you with your sword against a young-looking opponent’s neck and his against yours, Bjorn can’t help a smile growing on his face, especially when he sees the determination on your face. Determination to win. 

The crowd that consists mostly of the men from your army urges you and your opponent to carry on, not wanting this fight to end so easily. The uproar when you both come to a standstill, panting heavy breathes only entices you more. 

Discarding your shield to the side, you pull out a battle knife and push away from your opponent. Snarling at him as you slightly crouch down to prepare for an attack, he throws his shield to the side and rolls his shoulders as he starts to walk around you. 

You do the same, both of you waiting for the other to attack. But you know, never attack first. It shows impulsiveness, not cunning. And as your opponent rushes towards you with a battle cry, you’re quick to step to the side, trap his sword between yours and your battle knife to disarm him. 

Then, you press the knife against his chest and the sword to his throat, a victorious smile on your face. “Will there ever be a time when you won’t come out on top, princess?” your opponent chuckles as you pull away, sheathing your knife and shrugging your shoulders. 

“There is still much you must learn if you wish to defeat me one day,” you mention, patting him on the shoulder before he walks away in his defeat. “Anyone else want to have a try?” you ask, glancing around the crowd gathering around you. 

Ubbe looks up at Bjorn, sees the deep stare he has on you, and smiles to himself as he pushes him forward. “My brother will have a go.” His words make Bjorn’s head snap over his shoulder to coldly glare at him. 

You turn toward the noise to see your new opponent, your smile slowly falling when you see Bjorn looking back at you. But you're not upset. If anything, you’re slightly concerned about yourself having to duel someone so...build like a God. It would be a bit of a challenge for you, you think. 

But you never say no to a challenge. 

Someone hands Bjorn a sword and a shield, making him take his eyes off of you for a moment. When he does look back at you, he sees that you’ve opted to not have a shield which makes him refuse one too. Instead, you go for another sword. 

He meets you in the center of the circle created by those that have gathered to watch this duel and you both touch swords, a sign of a friendly battle that’s about to come. You smile at him as you take a step back, twirling the swords in your hands as you roll your shoulders back. Bjorn smirks back at you, ready to see what it will be like to fight against you, someone he’s heard much about when it comes to fighting. An amazing shieldmaiden. 

Expecting you to make the first move, he stops your blade midair and then realizes how close you have come. He gets the chance to stare into your eyes once more, as he had yesterday.

You push him back, your sword ringing against his and making the crowd cheer. Bjorn had a feeling you wouldn’t go easy on him, but he can’t help notice the playful smirk you have on your face as he readies himself for another attack. It’s a smirk that makes him chuckle to himself. 

His mind wanders, thinking about what it would be like to train with you. Alone. What he wouldn’t give to be alone with you right now. He cherishes the moment he spent with you since he met you and he hopes, he prays to the Gods that they will give him more time with you. 

As he loses himself in his thoughts for a second, you attack again. This time, with both swords. Bjorn quickly snaps back to reality and just manages to swing his sword to counter your attack. He had no idea you have so much force behind an attack. You must be deadly on a battlefield, he thinks. 

Many men are rooting for Bjorn, probably hoping to see you lose at least one fight so that they can get back the money they had lost on bets against you. “You might have a chance,” you speak, pressing your swords harder against his. He knows you’re talking about the men urging him to defeat you. “If you concentrated a bit more.”

He laughs, swings his sword to push yours away, and then moves to attack you in three strong blows which send you walking backward. “You don’t have to tell me how to fight,” he teases.

Then he brings his sword down with all the force he has, making you fall on one knee with your swords crossed above your head to stop him. The crowd abrupts in a loud cheer for no one has ever brought you so close to the ground. 

But the fight is not over yet. 

Even though you’re panting, you fight to pull his sword out of his hands to disarm him. But just as you push yourself onto your feet again, Bjorn grabs your wrist and takes a sword from you before you can win this duel. He doesn’t let go and instead pulls you closer to him so your chest presses against him. The crowd goes quiet. 

“When can I be alone with you again?” The question falls from his lips, making you smile and shift slightly on your feet as you think about an answer. “Tomorrow night?” 

You can’t stop yourself from nodding. “Yes,” you whisper, stepping back and dropping your sword to your side as a bright smile spreads across your face. 

Bjorn watches you turn and walk away, his heart swelling in happiness that he’ll get to spend time alone with you again. It’s guaranteed that he’ll see you again and that you want to see him again. 

As you walk out of the ring, the crowd mutters among themselves to debate who won this duel. 

“And who are you seeing that you’re making a fuss of how you look?” your mother speaks as she walks in on you picking at the braids in your hair to make them look a bit more decent. Her voice makes you turn around with a loud gasp before you smile and look down at the ground in slight embarrassment. 

You bite your lower lip as she steps forward to you when you give a small shrug. “I decided to spend tonight’s feast with Bjorn Ironside,” you say, looking up at her with a small smile on your face. “He asked yesterday and I said yes.”

She smiles brightly, reaches up to run her finger over one of the braids in your hair, and chuckles to herself. You rarely bother to do so much with your hair. The last time you made so much fuss...well, it was when you had your eyes on a man. “You wouldn’t want to wear a dress tonight?”

Her words make you groan and roll your eyes as you duck under her arm to get away from her touch. “It’s not like that, mother. I just enjoy his company,” you mention, turning around to face her as you walk backward. “That’s it.” Your stubbornness makes her chuckle, but she holds her hands up in defeat, saying that she won’t say more.

“Who should I thank for making my daughter want to look like a princess tonight?” your father asks in a joking tone as he walks in. 

You give him a stern look that makes him laugh and hold his arm out to allow you to leave, which you do quickly to avoid any more questions. Your father then looks up at your mother, both of them smiling because they both know very well what’s going on even if you don’t. “She likes him,” your mother speaks, making your father hum as he wraps his arms around her waist. 

“Let’s just hope he’s not like the last one.”

The smile that grows on your face when you see Bjorn waiting in the spot he said he would be. There are people around that are celebrating in their own ways, drinking, laughing, or other activities. But it looks like Bjorn’s idea of spending the feast tonight with you is something a bit more relaxed. It will give you a chance to get to know him more and for him to ask you questions himself. 

That was probably his plan from the beginning, you think to yourself. 

Bjorn pushes himself off the tree when he spots you, his arms that were folded over his chest fall to his side and he gives a big smile as he walks forward to meet you before you reach his selected spot. 

“I’m glad you came,” he says, reaching down for your hand and raising it so he can place a kiss on the back of your knuckles. 

You bite your lip at the action and suppress a giggle from escaping. Bjorn thinks of you as a fierce warrior. A flustered giggle will ruin that and you don’t wish for that to happen. “I said I would join you and I’m not one to go back on my promise,” you chuckle, looking down at your hand when he doesn’t let go of it. 

He smirks and gently pulls you toward the spot. “I didn’t take you for someone who does in any case,” he mentions. 

Glancing around you, your mouth drops at what Bjorn has laid out. A blanket under a tree with bowls of food and a jug with two cups close by. There are no candles, but it’s bright enough with the moonlight shining down through the gaping hole in the canopy above that also shows a few stars. It’s amazing. “I would have thought you would have women lining up to be with you if you’re so romantic,” you joke, gently pulling your hand out of his as you sit down on the blanket. 

“If they are, I haven’t noticed,” he says, dropping down to sit beside you and reaching for the jug of ale and the two cups. “You’re the first woman to have caught my eye since…” He pauses, thinks to himself if he wants to say what’s on the tip of his tongue or not. “Since I lost my wife.”

What’s the point in keeping it a secret? You were bound to find out one way or another whether it be one of his brothers mentioning it out or you hear it from someone else. 

You blink at him in shock, not knowing which to focus on more; his compliment or the fact that he had a wife before but lost her. “I thought-” you stop. It would be distasteful to mention that you thought he didn’t have a wife. You can see the sadness on his face after he mentioned her. You don’t want to step over any boundaries. 

“That I didn’t have a wife?” he asks, turning his head to look at you as he hands you the filled cup. “No. She left a long time ago.” 

A lump grows in your throat and you roughly swallow past it as you watch Bjorn take a long sip from his cup. “What happened?” you softly ask, not knowing if it’s okay to ask that question.

“She…” His head drops between his shoulders as he breathes out a long sigh. “She was scarred across her face during a battle and was never the same since that. I didn’t know what to do to help her. She wouldn’t let me help her. I went with my father to Paris on a raid and when I came back, she was gone,” he explains, refusing to look at you and keeps his eyes on the cup of ale in his hands. “No one has seen or heard of her since.”

You can see he loved her. Truly loved her. And you can tell how broken his heart must have been when he came home to find her gone. It makes you reach out to place a hand over his, making his head turn up to look at you at last. “She meant a lot to you,” you whisper.

Bjorn turns his hand so he can lace his fingers with yours, locks his eyes with yours, and leans slightly closer. “She did. But not anymore.”

Catching his eyes flickering down to your lips, you breathe in a sharp breath that makes your lips part slightly. Your heart hammers in your chest and your skin goes hot. And when he presses his lips to yours, your mind explodes in an array of contradicting thoughts. 

You want to kiss him back, you want to allow yourself to let go of your past. But it still scares you. Thinking about the past few days, you realize how close you’ve gotten to Bjorn, how your feelings have grown so for him and it scares you even more. What if you’re wrong about him just like you were wrong about…

Stopping yourself from thinking about that, you pull away from Bjorn, break the kiss and shake your head to yourself. “I can’t. I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling your hands out from his and placing the cup to the side as you stand. “I should go.”

Bjorn doesn’t have a chance to say anything to stop you from leaving and he’s left alone in confusion. He has no idea what happened and doesn’t know if he did something wrong. All he knows is that he’s certain he heard a tone of fright in your voice. 

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Winchester's x Demon Sister! Reader

Warnings: Mention of burning alive, mention of torture and abusive past

"You know I find it hard to believe that you don't recognize your own Daughter," I played with the blade of John's hunting knife, "Were you that much of an absent father?" I looked up at the three hunters I hold hostage. my black eyes staring at them, a deadpanned look across my may face.

"I don't have a daughter!" he lost his cool fast. he yelled at me and I barely said anything.

"Of course you do," I bent down to his eye level, "You just forgot about her in the fire."

~~~~~22 years before~~~~~

3rd POV

Marry had just tucked in her two latest pride and joys. today was their six-month birthdays and something about that felt familiar to Marry as she forgot about it. as she walked out of the room after kissing the twins goodnight, she dismissed the feeling.

Mary passes John as she leaves the nursery, he's on his way to put Dean to bed. Once all children were put to bed, the adults of the house decided that it was their turn to turn in fr the night.

About an hour or two later, Mary stirs in her sleep. the noise from the baby monitor keeping her from sleeping. he sat up ready to make her way to the nursery to see little Sammy and precious (Y/N). she walked through the hall and sees a dim light coming from the TV downstairs.

Mary looks into the room in which the baby duo occupied, just to see the silhouette of her husband standing over the crib both babies slept in. they hadn't expected twins so they had only used the one that Dean used.

"John?" Mary spoke up, "Are they hungry?" she queried.

"Shh." her Husband shushed, she took it as a sign that he had just managed to put the two tots to bed. Mary made her way downstairs to turn off the TV, once she made her way to the bottom of the wooded steps she saw the last thing she expected to see.

On the couch was her husband sleeping, but in the room was John putting the babies to sleep. Marry quickly darted up the stairs turning on the lights to her own death. John awoke to the sounds of his wife screaming.

John saw the sight of the fire in the nursery, he also saw Dean standing in the hall scared.

"Get your siblings!" he shouted at the poor child. as he ran down the stairs to call for help.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)?" his voice shook.

"Ding! Ding! ding!" I stood straight, "We have a winner!" I pointed at him.

"Get out of her, you black-eyed bitch!" I heard Dean speak up from the end of the line.

"Oh Dee," I chuckled, "I am your sister, I'm just upgraded." I smiled, looking back down at the knife I'm now twisting in my palm.

"You're not my sister, you're just a girl I met at school." his voice turned down yet sterned.

~~~~~9 years before~~~~~

Another day, another motel, another school. I never knew why we moved around a lot. all I knew was that it was for dad's work. I woke up to a single-bed hotel room once again. why only one bed you may ask? well, my dad is a crossroads demon for Hell so he's never around, but when he is I get new marks on my skin.

I got ready for school, I put on a black sweater with a white-collar shirt underneath. I slid my legs into a pair of ripped black jeans and tied my dirt-stained white converse. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to the school.

the day went by miserably slow. I was walking to the lunchroom, books safely tucked into my locker. I wasn't going to eat anything, I just had to be there. I felt someone's shoulder knock into mine.

"Sorry." I squeaked out, my frame folding into itself. I looked at the person I ran into. he looked to be a senior, 6' 7" and built like a chad.

"You think you can just push me around?" his voice boomed throughout the hall, making everyone stop.

"n-no," I stuttered. I felt my shoulder get grabbed and my back gets pushed up against the locker.

"I'm gonna make you pay for even laying eyes on me short stack!" he reeled his fist back, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact.

"You wanna think about that again?" a stern voice spoke up. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face, he had light freckles on his skin, dark brown hair, and an old leather jacket. he was always at every school I went to, and always managed to get the reputation of the bad boy everyone was scared of.

the giant quickly scurried off, leaving Dean and me in the same spot.

"You okay?" he looked at me.

"mm." I hummed, "Thanks, Dean." I quietly thanked about to make my way to the lunchroom.

"You know me?" he stopped me.

"Of course, you're always at every school I go to." I looked back at him, "Almost like you follow me." I smiled. most are scared of him, but when you see him almost every day for 13 years you tend to not be as scared.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

Ever since that day he protected me from bullies and on occasion tended to my wounds caused by my father.

"That happens to also be your sister." I smiled at him. "I swear we crossed paths so many times. I was left to burn in a fire, saved by a demon instead of my own father, always in the same motel just one room over, in the same class as Sam, always saved by Dean, always kicked out by John, and always left behind for the wolves." I walked around them.

"The demon did this to you," Sam concluded.

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I kneeled in front of him, my knife gliding across his jaw. "Sam it always was you, you were the one to push me over the edge."

~~~~~5 Years Before~~~~~

"You might have had Dean fooled but I'm not!" sam yelled at me. I was hoping Dee would be at their room so he could help me sew up a deep gash I got on my arm. a wound that was being held closed by an old tee-shirt. "I know you are one of those things that killed our mother!"

"Sammy what are you talking about?" tears of pain dried upon my face, but new tears forming on my face. how could Same think I'm a monster?

"Don't call me that!" he pushed me back a little from my shoulders. the harsh movement caused a sting in my wound, but I won't let any pain show now. "I hate you I always have! You're nothing but a monster!" he grabbed my uninjured arm and shoved me out of the room. I stood outside as he slammed the door in my face.

something changed in me that day. something big broke. I hated what I was, so I changed in that split second. my eyes turned black that night.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

"You know you don't have to watch me." I stood up and looked in the direction of Crowley, the demon who found me burning. "I've been planing this since I was 17." I smiled, watching him disappear. I looked around the room, making sure that he was absolutely gone.

"Thank Lucifer he's gone!" I smiled, I quickly walked over to Dean undoing his restraints.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I may be a demon now, but I still care about you Dee," I said standing up hugging him after dropping the knife.

"I know." he hugged back.

"Dean are you crazy? She's a demon?!" I heard John yell.

"And you left your child to burn alive so it's not like you're all that good either." I went over to sam to undo his restraints too.

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"Well you never did before, so don't know." I smiled, crawling over to John's chair.

"Sam, get the Colt." I heard Sam listen to John.

"Wrong direction Sammy boy." I pulled the gun out of my pants while I stood up.

"So you planned to get the gun from us?" john stood up, facing me.

"no, I'll give it back once you guys are out of  here." I looked him in the eyes.

"She wouldn't hurt us, dad." I heard Dean speak from his spot near Sam.

"And how can we trust her?" venom leaked from the old man's words.

"Fine." I sighed, "Let's make a deal." I smiled at them.

"For what our souls, you might as well kill us now then." sam sounded angry

"No of course not. I'm a demon there for I have to keep the deals I make, I let you escape if you shoot me, not dead but in the shoulder."

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you guys, so I need to make it seem like you escaped on your own without my help."

"And you thought I wouldn't notice?" I heard crowly say from behind me.

"I'm not going to hurt them." I looked at him.

"No you were always too sensitive, it's the human in you." I threw the colt at Dee.

"And it what has kept me alive." I smile at him.

"It's what's going to kill you,"

"But you haven't killed me, I think that's your human side." he stepped in front of me.

"You better choose your next words very wisely," he advised

"If you wanted to kill you would have by know, face it. you care for me a little bit." he snapped his fingers and I was back in hell. in my room, well more like a holding cell.

"Argue with Crowley again?" a demon asked me from outside from my cell.

"Mmhmm." I slumped on the floor in the corner of the small cement room. just hoping that my brothers would come and save me this time.

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[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Again

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: Notes of depression and suicidal thoughts but nothing explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Five Hargreeves seems to have his heart taken by a mysterious girl who has spent a lot of time with him in a future that he’s trying desperately to erase.

Author’s Note: My first TUA work and so kinda excited for it. Will there be a part two?? Undecided for now must most probably not.

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“Hello?” Five called out as he walked closer to where the heaps of his findings had fallen down. The dust cloud was making it difficult to see but as soon as it settled, he sighed.

‘Of course.’ Why did he even expect to find anyone?

 But then another pile fell down and he knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence. He ran over the coincidence fallen debris to find you hiding behind it, looking dehydrated and in tears.

His eyes widened when they landed on the burns on your body, finding it amazing that you even managed to survive them.

But compared to the others, you got off easy.

“Hello?”

The whole while you had been staring at him but it was only when he spoke it felt like you were actually looking at him.

Immediately, you got to your feet, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you threw your arms around him. He instinctively caught your form as it collided with his, holding you close as you buried your head into his neck, sobbing.

“I’m so glad you found me.”

****

Allison noticed the way Five looked longingly across the street. At first, she thought he was just staring lovingly at the cafe because he needed a shot of espresso but she quickly noticed that his eyes were locked on the tables outside the little coffee shop.

In a table right underneath the shade of a parasol, sat you alongside your older sister, just enjoying a drink and chatting very animatedly. She looked between the two of you a couple of times, wondering which one of you Five was staring at but ultimately deciding that it wasn’t important.

“Five?”

“Hmm?” He answered distractedly, not shifting his gaze to his sister and continuing to watch you. Seeing you smile so brightly had a small smile coming to his face but no matter who saw it there was a touch of despair and sadness behind it.

“Do you know her?”

“Not....yet.”

She turned back to the table, watching you drink whatever you had in your cup and wondered what Five meant by that. Were you someone who survived the Apocalypse?

“Yes.”

“Oh, I said that out loud?”

“She’s the sole survivor of the Apocalypse.”

It was as though you could hear them talking about you even though they had the distance of a busy road between the two of you, but you looked up and locked eyes with him, holding your gaze curiously.

He continued to look at you with an unreadable emotion and time slowed down. The noises around Five slowly faded into cotton and the people faded into wisps of sweet-scented smoke.

And then suddenly like as if someone crashed through a window, he heard a glass smash and the trance was broken. You turned back to your sister, only sparing small glances back at him to see if this mysterious stranger was still watching you.

“Five? You okay, buddy?”

He sighed, now knowing that you really couldn’t recognize him and so he turned his back to you, disappointed, to meet his sibling’s concerned eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

****

You cuddled closer to five, watching the fire flicker and trying to stop shivering. He sighed exasperatedly and you knew he was angry with you but you really couldn’t care less about how he felt while your teeth chattered and you shook like a chihuahua.

“I know you’re upset with me because I made us stop but it’s not like we have a deadline or something. It’s just the two of us, we can do things as slowly as we want to.” You told him, trying to relax but something in the back of your mind wasn’t settling right.

You hated being alone with him. You hated being the only 2 people on the planet. Your heart yearned for something else.

“Dammit, (Y/N), we can’t just sit around and do nothing!” He snapped, throwing the last piece of kindling into the fire and a few of the embers jumped out.

“Why not! It’s not like we have anything to live for here anyway! We should just end it now!” You shouted in his face, feeling a wave of tears grow. You missed your normal life, you missed your family, your parents and people.

You missed it all.

“I won’t die like this! I will find a way to stop the Apocalypse even if it kills me! I will fight for it!” It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than you but all you felt was a weight on your heart and you broke down into tears, hiding your face from Five who immediately felt guilty.

“I can’t fight anymore, Five. There’s nothing waiting for us at the end of the line, I can’t do this anymore, Five, I can’t.” You sobbed.

He pulled you into his arms and you cried into his chest while he rubbed gentle strokes up and down your back while you choked over your own breath. He felt his own tears prick in the corner of his eyes.

“We’ll change it all, there has to be something, (Y/N), there just has to.”

****

“Five are you okay?” Came a concerned voice from one of his brothers but the younger boy (physically) couldn’t tell which one it was. He was far too lost in his own thoughts.

“Five?” Allison called out again, shaking her little brother’s (again, physically) shoulder and he snapped out of his trance, only realizing then he had overfilled his cup of coffee and spilled it everywhere.

“Oh.” He muttered quietly before getting a rag to clean it up.

Above his head, Allison and Klaus shared a concerned look and had a mental conversation about whether they should ask Five what was bothering him. It was likely he would just talk about equations and tell them they didn’t have the capacity to understand it.

But this seemed different to his usual ‘I’m superior than you and incredibly stressed about this Apocalypse’ silence. So, against their better judgement they decided to ask Five about it.

“Five is everything okay? You’ve been acting weird ever since the coffee shop.”

“Oh, coffee shop? What happened at the coffee shop? Was there another gun fight?” Asked Klaus excitedly and Allison spared him an eye-roll before sitting down.

“No, he saw a girl and well, he did that.” She explained, pointing to Five where he stood just holding a rag in his hands and not even bothering to wipe up the mess he made.

“Oh, well I can fix that no problem.”  Klaus said, sliding off the table and onto one of the chairs, “You see, baby brother, when a boy comes to the age of puberty—”

“Shut up!” Ben snapped from behind him and Allison slapped the back of his head but Klaus clearly saw the smile on her face before she glared at him.

“Five seriously, what’s wrong? Who was that girl?”

“She—” His voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat, “She’s nobody.”

“Not yet.” She pressed and he sighed before abandoning the rag and sitting in front of them. The older siblings immediately noticed the way he was playing with his tie, fidgeting in a way that was very unlike him.

“You said she survived the Apocalypse. So, the two of you obviously met.”

“Yeah, we did.” He spoke softly, still fidgeting with his collar and not meeting their eyes.

“And I’m assuming she’s important to you somehow?”

He sighed, leaving his collar and from his palm fell out the pendant of the necklace hung around his neck. Although from a closer look, it was a pendant as much as a—

The three of them gasped, “Five, she is not.”

He nodded sadly, hand going back to the wedding band strung on a chain around his neck.

****

“Do you think it’s legal?”

“We’re pretty much the only people here so I’m assuming it is.”

“Don’t we need witnesses or something?”

“That’s a stupid old law, made my stupid old folks that aren’t alive anymore.” He said, smiling gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gave him a teasing smile, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face.

You couldn’t help the giggles when he reached down to kiss you gently. It was infectious apparently because Five couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face either as he leaned closer, making your back curve.

“I like the way you think, Mr. Hargreeves.”

“I like the way you kiss, Mrs. Hargreeves.”

You chortled and burst into laughter as did he. It was one of the happiest moments since you both found each other and moments like these were as rare as they came, when the two of you were just laughing in each other’s arms like carefree people.

Of course, you couldn’t have a big fancy wedding with your family and go for a fancy honeymoon, but this wedding gave you something that you had wanted ever since the Apocalypse.

A family.

****

Allison, Klaus and Ben all noticed the way that Five smiled when he thought about you. They noticed the gentleness in his voice and how wistful it became all of a sudden as he told them about you.

Allison grinned at him, feeling incredibly relieved that her brother had somebody to hold him while he had suffered through the apocalypse. Hearing the story of how he survived so many years all alone really broke her heart.

She always knew that she had a rough childhood without the love of a real father, but hearing Five’s story made her feel like she had it easy. At least she had civilization around her.

But even with the relief she felt it was ridiculously incredulous that her brother who couldn’t even drive legally yet was legally married. It was too much to even process and a part of her is reminded of when her daughter told her that she married Elmo.

But the longer she watched Five the more convinced she grew. He actually married you and lived a long life by your side before he came here to stop the Apocalypse.

“Wait...” She spoke up, realization hitting her, “Five, if the two of you met because of the Apocalypse, if you stop it...” She stopped herself from saying the rest, seeing his face fall. Klaus gasped softly from beside them, understanding what Allison was trying to say.

It seemed like Five was trying to gather himself and both siblings say the way he swallowed painfully and the way his mouth quivered for just a second.

“I know.”

****

“I want you to do this, Five.” You told your husband, holding onto him tighter and burying your face into his neck and trying to hide your tears from him.

His arms looped around your waist and he pressed kisses to your shoulder, cradling your head gently. You heard his breath stutter by your ear and tightened your hold on him.

“I won’t leave you.” He said firmly and you sighed but didn’t move from his hold. He was firm on that decision since he married you, giving up on his search to find the correct equation, promising that he wouldn’t abandon you.

But you knew what lied in his heart. His love for his siblings, the guilt for not doing anything to save them and him spending hours awake while you were asleep just wondering what it would have been like had he done something.

“You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t do this.” You murmured and his body shook a little from trying to hold in his sobs.

“I can’t leave you.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered, pulling away to cup his cheeks and you wiped a few of his stray tears away. You knew it must have been tearing him up inside if he was crying and it hurt but you also knew that he needed to hear this.

“It’s okay, I’m happy that we had our time together. I’m so unbelievably happy to have met you, Five, but I know that this is something you need to do.” You told him earnestly, still wiping tears from his cheeks.

“I love you.” He whispered so gently because he was sure his voice would crack.

“I love you too.” The tears running down your cheeks was in contrast to the sad smile on your face as you pulled him in for a hug.

It was after that he began his search to find the right equation again and it was admirable to see him work so hard but also heart-breaking because you knew when he would find the right one the two of you would be separated.

But still you encouraged him and supported him, knowing that in another world, the two of you could have possibly been happier had the Apocalypse not taken place.

It hurt, but at the same time, you wanted it to happen, which broke your heart even more.

And somewhere deep down you hoped that you would meet Five in another life and love him again.

You really hoped.

****

You sat quietly in the corner of the booth with earphones plugged in and reading a book with your favourite drink sitting on the table in front of you. You were so immersed in the book that you didn’t hear the boy in front of you until he tapped on the table politely.

Pulling out an earphone, you looked up to see a boy about your age with a charming smile and a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Hi, do you mind if I sit here?”

“Of course not.” You smiled, moving your bag off the table so he could sit comfortably.

“I’m Five.” He said, holding his hand out for you to shake and you nodded.

“That’s a pretty unusual name, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled in a mysterious yet adorable way and you couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason he sat down. One you would find out extremely later but for now it was enticing and curious which attracted you to him even more.

“Nice to meet you.”

‘Again.’

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Decisions - A Lesson in Time (Loki x Reader)

[A/N] AHHHHH SO I FINALLY GOT TO DO A LOKI FIC! After about a good 10 years of obsessing over Loki since the first Thor movie, I really wanted to do one, albeit a little cringe and cheesy (we all grew up on those kind of fics right?). I’m sorry for not posting as much for the past week, as I had really bad allergies that I thought was COVID for a minute, but I am drugged up and ready to get back to work. I hope you guys like this fic and stay safe!

WARNING: none

Asgard, your home.

More importantly, the palace of Asgard was your new home. Disbelief at where you are now was still present as you walked the halls of the palace, marveling at the ancient and new that roamed around you. There were a few times that you had visited the palace with your family, nobles that were invited at the discretion of the ruler, Odin. Festivals and feast days to celebrate victories won by the Asgardians were your favorite, since you knew you would be going to the palace.

What wasn’t so exciting was how the minute your family had entered the party, you were thrown to the side to make way for your siblings. This had been occurring since an early age, and happened all the time. Presented to everybody at the party as the most beautiful and talented, you were cast off by yourself. Believing it was a way to inch their way into the royal family, either marrying off one of the daughters to the most coveted son of the realm, you simply did not care. You didn’t mind though, because that meant you could go off for alone time, without the watchful eye of your mother and father.

You possessed beauty, but that was not your weapon. Reading books upon books about your gift helped you some, giving a small advantage for a more peaceful time. A spark was now a tiny flame that you helped grow, starting with illusions. A wave of the hand, and voila, another one of you in your steed as you exited the room.

The guards didnt mind you as soon as you told them your name, offering instead to show you places you were allowed to see. All you wanted was to see the most talked about, heavenly garden in Asgard. Dusk was settling in, the night sky looming overhead. Your breath felt fresher here, recharging your senses for a little boost of power.

Stretching and wiggling your fingers to warm up, you lifted your hands in a fluid motion. In front of you stood multiple figures of yourself, looking right back at you. You surprised yourself since you could only do one at a time, not a lot. Focusing on each clone, you made one walk around the garden, while another sat and looked at the flowers. You glided by each one slowly, admiring your work.

When you had enough of your clones, you snapped your fingers, all of them disappearing at once. Now it was time to try something else. Taking off your earring, you placed it on a bench. Backing up, you grounded yourself. Holding out your hand, you concentrated so hard on your earring. It trembled, shaking and shining flashes of gold in the light as it levitated off the bench.

Squealing in pure happiness at your hard work, you slowly moved the earring closer to you. You were truly talented, and it was okay if you were the only one who saw it.

“My goodness.”

Panicked, you turned around, dropping your earring. Out of the brush came the queen herself, Frigga. Her warm smile captured your attention, a feeling of comfort overcoming your panic. Forgetting yourself, you knelt on the ground. “Your majesty, I’m so sorry, I should have asked to come here-“

“I remembered last that your parents had three daughters, not two.” She replied, her soft footsteps approaching you. “And that illusion of yours?”

She lifted your head, her kind hands holding your face. “Had me fooled.”

Shocked, your eyes shot up to hers. “You’re joking.”

“Not at all.” She smiled, holding your arms and making you stand. “I remember as a young girl, that the power I possessed was a blessing, and I had many teachers to help me grow. Who taught you, my child?”

“No one, your majesty. I learned it all by myself, and read a few books here and there.”

“I assume you did have a mentor, but all by yourself? Incredible.” Frigga complimented. “Does anyone else know of your gift?”

You shook your head. Puzzled, she grasped her hands together. “Why is that?”

You stood in front of Asgard’s queen, trying to come up with the correct answer. “I really don’t think my parents would be all too thrilled with it. Compared to my sisters, I hold nothing to their standard.”

Your confession settled into the air, sadness overcoming you. Frigga walked a slow circle in front of you, fiddling with her lavender and golden shawl. You glanced at her, watching as she took in your words.

“Well then..” she began, “I think we must do something about that.”

-

An announcement was released, and not the kind your parents were expecting. When Frigga stepped into the grand hall, her presence commanded attention and respect. Every man and woman that passed her bowed their heads, albeit a little curious about the young girl that the queen’s hand laid softly upon.

In the midst of their bragging, you and Frigga approached your distracted parents. As they turned to see the new conversation attendants, their faces went from delight to masked shock to see the queen’s new acquaintance.

“It seems I have made a new friend in your daughter.” Frigga said, “and I believe she has something to show you.”

As Frigga gestured for you to show your family your secret talent, you backed up. Nervous, you struggled to find that sense of power to present. By now, a crowd had gathered around, watching as a young girl’s hands shook from the fear of embarrassment. The queen noticed this, immediately rushing to your side.

“If you could do it in front of me, you can do it in front of them.” She whispered softly. “It’s alright, I’ll be right here.”

That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up even further, allowing you to give yourself more room. In a flurry of motion, seven versions of you appeared in front, copying every move you made. The nobles around you gasped at the sudden display of amateur magic. A snap of your fingers, and they began to conversate with the crowd. Some laughed, told jokes, among other traits that were not normally yours. As the crowd clapped and cheered, a big grin spread over your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Allfather watching from afar. Standing beside him was the oldest son, Thor. His golden hair bounced as he watched the “show” in front of him. The king chuckled along softly with his eldest, content with the energy in the room. In the midst of your magic, you remembered.

Didn’t they have another son?

Your eyes searched the crowd for the mischievous prince, who was nowhere to be seen this entire evening. Oh, well.

“Is there anything else you can do?” You heard a voice from the crowd say. “We’ve seen illusions before.”

The room hushed as you tried to find the source of the voice. There was doubt again, this time more stronger than ever. You could do your other trick, but it was still not as powerful as your projection was. Should you even show it and face judgement and criticism, or just keep your fame now while it lasts?

Confidently, you smiled as you cast your illusions aside. “I believe that is all I’m willing to show.”

The heckler jeered once more, a cruel laugh sounding out. “I think that’s all you have. Show us something else!”

Inside, panic flowed freely through your body. A dream was going to turn into a nightmare very soon. Your panic melted away as the queen clapped her hands together to silence the growing noise of the crowd.

“That’s quite enough for tonight. I do wish to say this.”

The Allfather and crowned prince of Asgard sat up, ready to hear what the beloved queen had to say, as did the rest of the room. As much as you wanted to watch your parents cringe at your success, your eyes were still trying to find the heckler. You weren’t going to do anything to them, just wanted to see who they were. Instead, your attention was shifted to Frigga.

“A talent such as this, cannot go without a flame to ignite it.” She said, “I have decided, and with the blessing of our king and my husband, to take this young girl as my student.”

Your parents gasped, as did you. Just expecting a small praise from the queen and a show that you were not as meek as your parents thought you were, this blew straight out of the galaxy. Any other local sorcerer could have taught you, but the queen herself? Valhalla.

-

You replayed your happiest memory over and over as you and a handmaiden unpacked your clothes into your new room (or suite, it had a living room). You didn’t mean to bombard the poor woman who was supposed to assist you with every thought you had or proclamation of joy, but you couldn’t help it. As your handmaiden prepared to leave, there was a knock at the door.

“Can you get that for me, please?” You called out to your spacious apartment. She nodded, opening the door for another handmaiden to come in. As she left, the newer one entered and smiled.

“Hello there.” You said, marveling at the entriquite arrangement of flowers she held in her hand. “Oh, those are beautiful!”

“Aren’t they? They’re a gift from the queen.” The handmaiden said dreamily. “Take a sniff, they’re absolutely divine. Handpicked from her majesty’s personal garden.”

You leaned down, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. Oh, they smelled lovely. But from what you could recall, flowers didn't flick at your nose. You opened your eyes to see two small black ones staring right back at you, its slithery tongue darting in and out of its mouth.

You jumped back immediately, yelping in surprise. The entire glass vase was full of snakes, sliding out and onto the ground in front of you. They gathered at your feet, coiling around your legs. Screaming, you tried to wiggle them off the best you could as you backed up onto a table.

There was that same cruel laughter you had heard before, only this time in front of you. You looked up to see the small handmaiden transformed, a flash of green light filled the room as a new person, or god, stood before you. His sleek black hair was styled just right, bright blue eyes boring into your own. And all the meanwhile, he laughed and laughed as you were sniffling from his poor joke.

“T-that was quite an introduction.” You said, trying to steady your voice.

He put a hand to his chest, a failed attempt to calm himself down. “If you were standing where I was, you would find this hilarious.”

Taking off his golden helmet and setting it nicely on top of a lounge chair, Loki waved off the snakes. He strode slowly towards you, holding out his hand.

“Please don’t be upset with me, my lady. Just a small prank from one student to another.” He smiled, urging you to come down.

Hesitant that this was another joke, you gripped the table and landed on the ground. “Is it a crime to turn down a prince?”

“It is a crime to refuse some help, I’d say.” He replied, watching as you dusted yourself off.

“I feel as if I know all about you and nothing about me. I’m-“

“(Y/n), yes I know. You’re all my mother could talk about since your adorable debut.” His words contained an underlying hint of jealousy and a bit of malice. “After all, I was waiting to see something else?”

A bell rang in your head. “The heckler. Is that just part of your persona, to create chaos in any form you can take?”

Loki chuckled. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't too keen on joining this event. It’s all like the other ones, full of old crones who do nothing but complain and try to get in the Allfather’s good graces.”

You scoffed. “You’re describing my family in great detail.”

“A little show was all I needed. Something to brighten the mood.” Loki sat down on the armchair, making himself comfortable. “I’m impressed though.”

You sat opposite of him. “The most powerful sorcerer in Asgard impressed by a little girl who can twirl her hands and make ribbons shoot out of her fingertips?”

Why were you being so bold? You thought. In any other circumstance, a conversation like this could get you severely punished. This was not like you. Maybe Loki’s little “joke” made you immune to any other fears you had.

“If that’s the case, there’s no need for my mother’s guidance.” He muttered. “You want to do a small trick of the hand, then come to me.”

You stared into Loki’s eyes, debating on your next move. A mystery was underneath the surface, and was now peeking out slowly. You had a general idea of what it was, but you couldn’t let on that you knew.

“Why’s that?” You asked.

Loki got up, his hands interlocking behind his back. “The queen has other matters to attend to. And I think I am the second best choice if you want to learn magic.” He circled the room, letting his proposal sit in the air.

“Hmm.”

“Think about it.” He knelt in front of you, getting to your eye level. “Someone close in age, interests, and right there by your side to teach you everything you need to know.”

“How do you know how old I am?”

“Doesn’t matter, I have my ways. The point is, your teacher is right in front of you.” His face was lit up, full of hope that you were going to agree to this arrangement here and now. “Now what do you say?”

You had to make a decision now. He was kind of right, and it would make it seem a whole lot more relatable. And you have always been a little curious about the youngest prince.

You opened your mouth to speak. “My parents have been infatuated with the idea of one of their prized daughters to get in extreme touch with one of Asgard’s most sought out bachelors. So were my sisters.” You got up and moved past him, fiddling with the vase that once held snakes.

“Obsessed with the thought, all I could hear was you and your brother. It was non-stop, all day, everyday. So when I was invited here, the jealousy I saw in my sisters’ eyes was inevitable. It was somewhat satisfying actually, to be on top this time. Among my new talents, I've gotten another one as well.”

“And that is?” He said, his face faltering.

“I can see jealousy, miles and miles away. If I look hard enough, I can see it in everybody’s eyes. Some try to hide it with their words, masking their intentions.” You said. “But there is none in that of the queen, and that is where my loyalties lie.”

Loki’s brows furrowed in rejection, his plan foiled. Now you’ve done it, this was the moment where your dreams were to be cut off, shot out of the window and on the ground below. But instead, Loki smiled, tipping his head to you. Played at his own game.

“I see. I applaud your obedience to my mother, as I do the same.” He said. “In that case, I will take my leave.”

“Thank you, your highness.” You were already at the door, pulling the handle to let the snake back out.

His horn helmet back on, Loki was in the door frame before he gracefully stopped in his tracks. Taking your hand into his tenderly, he kissed the top of it before running his thumb across, you assumed as an apology. “It was a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

You closed the doors before Loki could see your flushed face, flustered but still on guard. What would have happened if you had agreed to his proposal? The one time you had trusted your paranoia. He could have seriously sabotaged you and your time as Frigga’s student. The shame you would have felt if he took you down a path that would bring failure, and become the laughing stock of Asgard. It was a close one.

But this now meant that he had to be on guard around him, watching for those little details that would mean you harm. You didn’t want to admit it, as you were afraid that it could only get worse from here.

You had made an enemy of the Trickster God, who was going to use every kind of mischief for your downfall.

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[itstheoneshot]

Forbidden

request

Summary: It’s the night of your mother’s wedding, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because you haven’t seen her in at least a year. You’re relieved though, on arrival as you see someone you know, but that relief doesn’t last for long.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Sex, Oral, Unprotected Sex.

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You step out into the street, waving down the taxi that you had booked. You’re in your nicest dress, pale pink, floor length with a slit up the thigh, your heels match in colour too. Your hair is done, and your makeup, both professionally, you know how elegant you look, however you would do anything if it meant you didn’t have to go to where you are going.

Seated in the back of the cab, you give the address of the venue to the driver, and you stare out the window, attempting to calm your nerves. It has been over a year since you have spoken to your mother, and even longer since you saw her last, apart from when she contacted you three weeks ago, inviting you to, and then begging you to attend her wedding.

You had reluctantly agreed, after hearing her wails over the phone, but each day since then you have regretted saying yes. You don’t speak to any family on your mother’s side, nor do you want to, so your plan is to sit in the back row unnoticed, and to then bail as soon as possible after the ceremony.

As you watch the streets pass by, the sun begins to set, you know you’re getting close to the wedding hall, and your nerves grow stronger every second. On arrival, you pay the driver before stepping out into the warm summer’s night. You straighten out the creases in your dress from sitting for so long, and adjust your handbag on your shoulder before making tentative steps toward the building.

You see people are already seated inside, so you rush in to sit in the back row, far corner, avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room. The hall is packed, and you can hear old familiar voices, none of which you want to speak to, aunts and uncles, cousins and the like, you keep your head down and wait for the wedding to start.

———

“Is this seat taken?”

You lift your head, to view the face behind yet another familiar voice. This one though, is not one that rises anxiety in you, but instead brings over a wash of calm, a voice sultry, smooth, and one that has your heart fluttering every time you hear it.

“Sehun? What are you doing here?!” You ask, gesturing for him to take the empty spot.

“I didn’t really want to come.” He says, smiling at you as he sits down.

God, he looks so good in a suit, you can’t hide your staring. Though you notice the way he looks at you too, admiring you from head to toe. You are friends, you’ve known each other for about a year, maybe more, and the crush you’ve developed towards him is almost unbearable now, only exacerbated by how handsome he looks when he is dressed up.

“Me either.” You reply.

Before you get another word in, the wedding music starts and you stand up, just as everyone else around you does. You watch the groom as he enters, and you can’t help but feel that his face looks somewhat familiar. Though you don’t get a chance to think about it for long, as you watch your mother walk in, she doesn’t see you, her eyes are fixated on the man at the other end of the aisle, her soon-to-be husband.

You listen as the celebrant runs through the vows, and it takes you a moment to register what you hear, as the celebrant asks your mother if she will take the man to be her husband, his family name, sounds familiar, too familiar. You glance between the man next to you, and the man that your mother is marrying, and it finally clicks.

Oh.

Sehun turns to you, with a puzzled look on his face, as he comes to the same realisation as you. Your mother, is marrying his father, meaning that the two of you are now... step-siblings. You sigh, as does he, surely both feeling the same thing, conflicted, confused, but still so mesmerised by him in that stupid fucking suit, god he’s so handsome.

“This is crazy.” He says.

“You’re telling me, I haven’t seen my mother for so long, and now she’s married your dad?” You reply.

Sehun chuckles, the sentiment the same from him, not seeing his father often, he had no idea who his father’s new wife would be either.

“I just want a drink.” Sehun says.

You nod, and once the ceremony is over, you follow as Sehun stands. The pair of you follow behind the other guests as they leave, and walk together to the reception hall attached to the building the ceremony was held in. You breathe a sigh of relief that it is not a sit-down reception, instead an open bar, with servers walking around to hand out appetisers and refill glasses of champagne.

You rush to the bar, each taking a glass, and sarcastically clinking them together, to celebrate, your parents marrying, and you becoming... related.

It’s only by law though, right?

———

The hours have passed by, and you’ve lost count now of the number of drinks you’ve consumed. Both yourself, and Sehun, are nowhere near sober, having tucked yourself away in the corner of the bar, you’ve avoided your parents for the majority of the night, apart from a quick, uncomfortable hello, not long after the reception started.

As the night goes on, your inhibitions begin to falter, Sehun is the same. Your hand rests on his, and the pair of you leave hardly any room between you at all. Your frustration grows, it’s not fair that your mother married his father, when you’ve crushed on Sehun for just as long.

“I need some air.” You say.

Sehun hums in agreement, he stands up and holds out his arm for you to take, which you graciously do. You walk out together, finding a quiet place to sit, the light summer breeze blows through your hair, as the world spins just a little from the alcohol you have consumed.

“This sucks.” Sehun sighs.

“What does?” You ask.

You turn to face Sehun, as he rests his hand on your thigh. The contact sends a shiver up your spine, your focus on only him.

“You’re like... my sister now.” He says.

You laugh at this, though the thought has crossed your mind too, but you’re both adults, who have barely anything to do with your now-married parents anyway, it doesn’t really change all that much, does it?

“Step.” You counter.

“Still... not fair.” Sehun replies.

“What’s not fair, Sehun?” You ask him.

“You’re just... I want to kiss you.” He says.

You gasp, although part of you could tell he was into you, you still can’t believe it as he says it out loud. Though now you’re both, well, not sober, it seems you’re less afraid to speak your mind, as you open your mouth to reply.

“Let’s go back to mine, then.”

Sehun leans forward, closing the gap between you to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss, and it takes every bit of strength you have, to stop yourself from jumping him right there.

“I’d love to. I’ll call a cab.” He replies.

———

Neither of you rejoin the party, or say goodbye to your parents, and the cab arrives quickly to take you home. You both sit in the back of the cab, Sehun’s hand rests on your thigh, slowly making its way onto your bare skin, as he finds the slit in the dress all too enticing. The ride doesn’t take as long as it did to get to the wedding, the night has left the roads quiet, and as you arrive at your apartment, Sehun insists that he pays for the taxi, despite your protests.

He takes your hand and you lead him to your door, each step closer has you realising that this is actually going to happen, you’re going to kiss, and probably more, the man who you’ve been falling for, for so long, the man who is now also, your step brother.

You’re swift with your keys, unlocking the door and gesturing him inside, before closing and locking it again once you have entered. You kneel down to take off your shoes, and take a moment to rub your aching feet, wearing high heels is tiring, you’re relieved to take them off.

“I want to kiss you again.” Sehun says, interrupting you from your dazed state.

He holds his hand out to help you up, and as you take it, he pulls you into him. This time neither of you hold back, he is rough, demanding, he bites your bottom lip so you grant him access to taste you, his tongue fights for dominance with yours, while he moves one hand to cup your ass, and the other to hold your nape.

“Fuck, Sehunnie...” You whine.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asks.

He really doesn’t want to waste any time, but neither do you, you’re both so frustrated, by having to see estranged-family, and by how badly you want each other, and have wanted each other, for such a long time.

You pull back from the kiss, and turn to take him down the hallway to your room. He rests his hands on your waist as he walks behind you, but soon snakes them up your front, to take your breasts in his hands, palming them through the material.

Your bedroom door is open, and you step inside only to have Sehun turn you to face him again. He kisses you, as he steps you backwards towards your bed, but he stops just before he reaches the mattress.

“Pretty girl, let’s take this off first, huh?” He murmurs.

You let him undress you, turning you around to unzip your dress from the back, before carefully sliding the fabric down over your shoulders, and letting it pool at your feet. He kisses you once more, unclasping and removing your bra at the same time as you unbutton his shirt, removing both that and his jacket simultaneously. You trace your nails down his sculpted chest and abs, until you reach the waistband of his pants, fumbling desperately to unbutton them so you can remove them, too.

“So fucking pretty...” He breathes.

You’re both left in nothing but underwear, as Sehun now grabs you under the thighs to lift you up, before laying you flat on the mattress. You wrap your legs around his hips as your kisses deepen, and he instinctively grinds into you as his cock stands at full attention.

He kisses along your jawline, your ear, and down your neck, leaving tiny marks in his wake as he kisses across your chest, teasing both your nipples as he takes your breasts into his mouth. He kisses down your stomach, and along your hips, until he settles comfortably between your thighs, staring up at you hungrily.

“Ass up, baby.” He instructs you.

You obediently follow, as he slides your panties down your legs, throwing them carelessly into the pile of clothes you’d both left on the floor, and he then kisses up the insides of your thighs until he is exactly where he wants to be.

He savours your taste, as he runs his tongue across your core, before settling at your clit. He sighs in content as your hips buck, the immediate rush of pleasure almost enough to take you out. Your fingers knot in his hair, tight enough to make him wince and pull away from you for a moment.

“You taste so sweet...” He sighs, before diving back in to taste you again.

“Sehun... I—“ You whine.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, looking up at you again.

You blush at the pet name, and then you moan as he takes two fingers, inserting them into your wet, still tight, working you up.

“I want you...” You say.

“I’m gonna make you cum first, and then you’ll get me, okay?” He replies.

You feel your core tighten as Sehun connects his tongue to your clit again, he teases you between his teeth, his slender fingers now thrusting into you at the perfect angle, you’re regretting not making a move on Sehun earlier, this is just so fucking perfect. Though, the alcohol, and the weird, kind-of kinkiness about him being your step-brother, only makes this hotter, somehow.

“Let go, baby...” He soothes you.

You don’t hold back, as Sehun works you, you let the knot unravel, and lose yourself on Sehun’s fingers and tongue. Your body tightens before release, and Sehun hums into you, lavishing in having control over your body the way that he does right now.

“Good girl...” He breathes, as you descend from your peak, he pulls back and kisses up your stomach to your lips again.

“Fuck me, Hunnie...” You whine, tugging at his underwear.

He chuckles, at your desperation, despite just releasing, you need more, so much more, and his thick, hard length, evident through the thin material of his boxers, is exactly what you need. He pulls his underwear down, and spits into his hand to slick himself up.

“Hurry...” You complain.

“Needy, huh?” He teases you.

“Mhmm...” You reply.

You maintain eye contact with him as you reach down to toy with your clit, needing stimulation, once wasn’t enough, and Sehun is taking too long, at least in your eyes.

“Oh you really are needy, aren’t you, slut?” He asks.

“Y-yes... Oppa...” You gasp, just as he lines himself up, bottoming out inside you on his first thrust.

Sehun moans at the feeling of your tight walls around him, warm, wet, desperate, you lift your hips up to meet his at every thrust, despite the tightness and ache in the stretch, fuck it feels so good to be filled by him. He starts rough, seemingly needing this just as badly as you had, taking his frustration out on you in the form of a hard fuck.

He pulls out, and ignores your protests as he flips you over on to your stomach. He grabs you under your hips, positioning you to give him access to thrust in once more. He grabs a fistful of your hair, and pulls you up so that your back is against him. This position sends a whole other kind of pleasure through you, and you can already feel your second high as it begins to build.

“I’m not gonna last long, baby. Feels too fucking good, shit...” Sehun says

“I’m close too, Hunnie.” You reply.

Sehun teases your clit with his fingers, as his thrusting begins to stagger, you gain closer on your peak, and begin to unravel just as Sehun’s breathing syncs with yours, and you both release. You’re a mess of moans, as Sehun turns your head to clumsily kiss you as he fills you up. You’re over-sensitive now after orgasming twice, and your body twitches as Sehun pulls out of you.

You roll onto your side to face Sehun as he lies flat on his back, he turns his head to look at you. He reaches out to cup your cheek, kissing you gently before whispering.

“Let’s not tell our parents.”

#oh Sehun #oh Sehun smut #Sehun #Sehun smut #kpop smut #exo smut #exo Sehun smut #exo Sehun #exo fanfic #kpop fanfic #Sehun fanfic

[robininthelabyrinth]

I'd love more from your deaging NHS AU verse! Maybe little NHS hanging out more with WWX? Or little NHS meeting JC? Or getting spoiled by JYL?

sequel to Little (deaging NHS - need to read that first)

Hosting another sect leader was both a burden and a privilege.

The burden was mostly logistical – although they’d reclaimed the Lotus Pier, they hadn’t managed to fix it all back up, and it was one thing for all of them to be living in a state more fit for wild bandits than a Great Sect but another thing entirely for them to let someone else see them do so.

Jiang Cheng couldn’t do everything himself, even if he was trying to, so Jiang Yanli stepped up to assist: she turned the kitchens into something livable, requisitioned disciples and laborers to focus on the main hall and the guest rooms, supervised the hiring of those who did the laundry and removed waste, all the important things needed to make their home an inviting one, as long as you were careful to only look at the main parts and not the rest.

Luckily, their guest was Nie Mingjue, not any of the other sect leaders, and he didn’t care. That was, Jiang Yanli suspected, the only reason that Jiang Cheng hadn’t had a full-on heart attack as the date of the man’s approach arrived.

Sure enough, he arrived with as little fanfare as possible, greeted them politely, and promptly sequestered himself, his younger brother, and his chief disciples into a room with Jiang Cheng to discuss sect business. By the time they emerged for dinner, Jiang Cheng looked worn out but immensely pleased, they’d signed a half-dozen treaties, and Jiang Yanli had enough food to feed a small army waiting for them. A good thing, too, since apparently the Nie ate like they’d been starving the week before their meal. Even Nie Huaisang made the food in front of him vanish at lightning-quick speed, and he didn’t even have the build to explain away where all of it was going.

By far the most interesting aspect of it for Jiang Yanli, however, was that Wei Wuxian had made an appearance.

This was something of a rarity recently. Something about the war had hurt him, deeply, and that reason, or for whatever reason, he was very obviously avoiding Jiang Cheng – and, as a result, neglecting the duties that ought to be his as chief disciple. Jiang Yanli knew that it was unintentional, that he still cared for both her and Jiang Cheng, for the sect. But it didn’t make it any easier for them that rather than helping them, he instead spent his days skulking around wine shops, and nothing either of them said seemed to make any difference.  

Both she and Jiang Cheng had already resigned themselves to Wei Wuxian snubbing the Nie sect entirely, but to their mutual surprise he was there with a smile that Jiang Yanli hadn’t seen in weeks, boisterous and loud and trying to steal some of the plates of Nie Huaisang’s food whenever the other man turned to say something to Jiang Cheng. Without success, since being notoriously poor at any martial skill did not keep Nie Huaisang from effectively slapping away Wei Wuxian’s wandering fingers without even looking.

He even volunteered to show them around Yunmeng the next morning – meaning a walk by the river, since the Lotus Pier itself was largely not showable in its current condition – and Jiang Cheng agreed to the idea with no little relief, since he needed some time to get the treaties filed and implemented.

“I didn’t know you two had gotten so close to the Nie sect during the war,” Jiang Yanli murmured to Jiang Cheng, who rubbed his face in exhaustion and joy.

“I think it’s because it’s a reminder of happier days, with Nie Huaisang?” he said hesitantly. “Maybe? Anyway, can you make sure they get snacks along with their tea this evening? Chifeng-zun said he was full when he finished his plate, but Nie Huaisang was definitely eying his neighbor’s bowl longingly at the end there.”

Jiang Yanli hid a smile with her hand. “Of course, A-Cheng. Leave it to me.”

She made an entire pot of soup, plus a handful of side dishes, and brought up the portion to the rooms set aside for the main Nie sect herself. It wasn’t just to give them face, though of course that was important given that the Nie were their most important allies barring maybe the Jin sect – it ought to be the Jin sect, but they were playing games with it, and certain overtures by Madame Jin had led Jiang Cheng to speculate that they hoped to finalize the revival of the engagement between Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan that Jin Guangshan had unilaterally raised not long ago before agreeing to provide any actual aid.

They hadn’t yet decided if it was worth playing the game back, hinting and implying and leaving themselves wiggle room in case Jiang Yanli really didn’t want to marry Jin Zixuan in the end; luckily, this visit by the Nie sect would put off the necessity of that for a good while. Maybe even for good, depending on how good some of those trading contracts were, and Jiang Cheng’s expression gave Jiang Yanli some hope.

Still, despite the absolutely critical importance of the relationship, that wasn’t why Jiang Yanli decided to go act the part of a servant personally.

Instead, she was hoping to use the opportunity see if she could get some insight into whatever they’d done to make Wei Wuxian smile like that, and to see if she could replicate it.

She wasn’t expecting to hear Wei Wuxian’s voice from the guest quarters they’d assigned to the Nie sect.

Not only because it was a little too late for any visit to be appropriate, but because Wei Wuxian had been avoiding the Jiang clan rooms for – rather a while, now. He wasn’t even sleeping in his own bedroom.

And yet – here he was.

Talking like a child.

Jiang Yanli’s heart stopped briefly in her chest when she heard the familiar whine Wei Wuxian liked to adopt when he was playing as A-Xian: it had always been their special game, her favorite way to indulge her mischievous little brother who sometimes liked to be fed and hugged and tucked in at night, and she would have sharp words for anyone who dared criticize it. But – in front of another sect leader –

“A-Xian, stop,” Nie Mingjue’s deep voice said firmly, his amusement audible even through the door. “Give Huaisang the toy back.”

“But da-ge,” Wei Wuxian whined, even though Nie Huaisang’s laugh made clear that he had handed back whatever toy they were talking about. “Why does he get to have the toy and I don’t?”

“I brought you three toys, you brat, and Huaisang only has one. Not everything is for sharing; some things are yours and yours alone.”

Jiang Yanli reflected briefly on the differences in child-rearing techniques between the sects – if it had been Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, she would have encouraged Jiang Cheng to share, and instructed Wei Wuxian to share in return – before realizing that Nie Mingjue was reacting to Wei Wuxian’s nonsense with extraordinary calmness. Almost as if he’d dealt with it before.

Almost as if he accepted it.

Jiang Yanli steeled her spine and knocked.

“I brought some snacks, Sect Leader,” she called.

There was a brief moment of quiet – some brief murmuring in low voices – but at last he said, “Enter,” and she did.

Wei Wuxian was sitting on the floor with his face buried in Nie Mingjue’s thigh, Nie Mingjue’s hand petting through his hair in a calming gesture; behind them, a small child of around seven, dressed in oversized Nie robes, lolled around on his stomach, his legs kicked up in the air, as he toyed with some puzzle game. Jiang Yanli hadn’t realized the Nie sect had brought along a child – one certainly hadn’t been present at dinner – but under the circumstances she opted not to comment.

“I thought you might still be hungry,” she said with a smile. “So I made some snacks, and soup.”

“Soup!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, lifting his head to reveal red cheeks. “Da-ge, you have to try shijie’s soup!”

“I intend to,” Nie Mingjue said. He was looking at Jiang Yanli thoughtfully. “Would you care to join us, Mistress Jiang?”

“I’d be happy to,” Jiang Yanli said, though she’d originally intended no such thing, and settled down to serve it out. “Thank you for taking care of A-Xian.”

“It’s nothing,” Nie Mingjue said. “A charming child, and one that speaks very highly of you. You must be very proud.”

“I am,” she agreed, and from the corner of her eye saw all the tension drain out of Wei Wuxian’s shoulders at her affirmation of their game. He scrabbled over to her side, abruptly affectionate, and cuddled up. “A-Xian, no! I need that hand to serve the soup. Didn’t you just say that you want Nie-da-ge to have some?”

Wei Wuxian pouted, but withdrew his sticky tentacles. The child on the bed laughed again and rolled over and up to his feet, hopping over to where Wei Wuxian was. “Wei-xiong can play with me while we wait.”

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian agreed at once. “We can play tag!”

“Don’t break anything,” Jiang Yanli said, and discovered to her amusement that Nie Mingjue had said the same exact thing at the same exact moment. He smiled crookedly at her, very briefly – his expression was not one usually given for smiling, typically stern and grim even when it was neutral, and the expression made him look suddenly younger.

“Younger siblings,” he said, an explanation and an excuse, and abruptly Jiang Yanli knew who the child must be. She didn’t know how it was that Nie Huaisang had physically regressed into childhood, as well as doing so emotionally the way Wei Wuxian did, but she supposed it didn’t really matter.

“Yes,” she said, and smiled back at him. “A-Xian likes it when I feed him his meals. Does…?”

Nie Mingjue shook his head. “Huaisang is very proud,” he said, voice fond. “He wouldn’t accept that sort of help from me, though perhaps he might accept it from you if he sees A-Xian getting a treat.”

“Children that age can be very jealous of each other,” Jiang Yanli agreed. “It’s a good thing that A-Xian is five today, so he can play with his friend, and not three. Maybe he can be three another time.”

“I must admit I haven’t noticed much difference so far,” Nie Mingjue remarked. “He’s still always clamoring for hugs.”

“Da-ge gives the best hugs,” Nie Huaisang said loyally.

Wei Wuxian looked a little shifty, but Jiang Yanli nodded at him supportively and he smiled. “They’re really good, shijie,” he confided in her. “He can pick me up!”

Jiang Yanli’s smile broadened, even as Nie Mingjue’s shoulders went up a little in embarrassment.

“We’re all good at different things,” she assured him. “Nie-da-ge is good at hugs, but I bet I’m better at doing your hair, right?”

“Yes! Shijie’s the best!”

“I want my hair done by Jiang-jiejie,” Nie Huaisang declared, eyes avid. “Can I?”

“After we eat,” Nie Mingjue said. “And only if you ask very nicely, and Mistress Jiang says yes.”

“I’ll say yes,” she said, and then, as an aside to Nie Mingjue, added, “You can call me Jiang-meimei if you like. If I’m calling you Nie-da-ge and all.”

He smiled again.

At some point, Jiang Yanli would need to examine how exactly Wei Wuxian had ended up taking Nie Mingjue as one of his caretakers, as well as how Nie Huaisang managed a full-fledged bodily transformation – and they’d need to bring Jiang Cheng in on this, somehow, even though he was neither caretaker nor little, simply because he would be jealous at being left out. And there was still Wei Wuxian’s unusual behavior, his inexplicable distance from all of them…

But that was a problem for later.

For now, they could just be there for them.

#mdzs #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #my fic #my fics #little #blackestglass

[blackshinychevy]

Let Me Go

Summary: Dean has to make a heartbreaking decision that effects both of you.

WC: 1.6k+

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

Pairing: Dean x Reader

It’s late when Sam gets back to the bunker. There’s a huge thunderstorm outside that has most of the roads flooded and blocked off. He’s barely made it back with the take out he’d gone to get for he and his older brother, but the question of whether or not Dean will actually eat it is another matter.

Sam’s starting to become extremely worried about his older sibling. Dean’s always been a strong lover of food, the greasier the better. But Sam has noticed the drop in his brother’s appetite, as well as the newly made hole in his belt now that his jeans are becoming too loose around his waist.

As he walks into the kitchen, he sees Dean sat at the kitchen table, nursing a beer that has probably long since become warm. But Sam doesn’t miss the other five empty bottles beside him, as well as an empty whiskey tumbler.

“Hey.” He greets, dropping the plastic bag of food in front of him. “Got you a double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions and a side of fries.” Sam smiles in encouragement as he piles Dean’s favorites onto the table. “And...” Sam pulls out the last treat with a grin. “...cherry pie. Best around for miles apparently.” Sam’s smile wilts when Dean doesn’t even show he’s heard him. He merely continues rolling the beer bottle back and forth between his hands. “Where’s y/n?” The younger Winchester asks, glancing around the kitchen.

“In our room.” Dean states gruffly.

Sam knows at this point he needs to tread very carefully. One wrong word and Dean could snap again like he did the other night. It had taken Sam hours to put the library back to rights after his brother had torn through it like a hurricane during a drunken rage.

“Dean.” He sighs softly. “Don’t you think it’s time now? You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Dean drops the bottle down with a clunk, raising himself to his feet and marching towards the door. “I’m going to bed.” He states, not even glancing at his brother as he leaves the kitchen.

Sam throws the takeout box onto the table in defeat. He’d tried. But he knows he can do no more than what he’s already doing. The next step has to be entirely up to Dean.

****

Dean stumbles into your shared bedroom, shutting the door with a little more force than was probably necessary and groaning at the headache that was forming behind his eyes. “Hey, baby.” He grins at the sight of you perched on the edge of the bed, a small smile on your face as watch him.

“Hey.” You greet him back, brow quirking as he makes his way over to you with a sway in his step. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough.” He groans, towing off his boots and throwing himself face first on to the bed, eyes drooping closed almost immediately.

You sigh sadly at his pain. Dean’s never been good at dealing with his emotions, choosing to bottle everything up until it all reaches a boiling point. The other night was proof of that. You’d heard his drunken yelling as things smashed against the walls, as well as Sam’s voice, pleading for his brother to calm down.

“Dean.” You call softly, leaning over his body, lips almost brushing his ear. “Dean, we need to talk.”

“Later.” He grumbles. “Need some sleep.”

Your heart breaks even more. Unlike Dean, you don’t have the option of bottling everything inside. The both of you need to talk desperately. Because you can’t continue the way you’re going. It’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to you.

“Dean. This has to stop.” Your voice cracks at the end. This is going to be the hardest thing either of you has had to do. But it’s time. “You need to let me go.”

His eyes snap open and his body jerks off the bed to sit himself up right, and he looks at you with an expression that can only be compared to terror. “No!” He roars. “How can you say that?! Ask me anything, baby. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t ask me to do that. Please.” Tears brim in the corners of his eyes and you hear the quiver in his voice. Your heart shatters in your chest as you keep your eyes on his.

“You have to.” You press. “This isn’t healthy, baby. You need to let me go. I don’t belong here anymore. We both know that.” A tear trickles down your cheek. “It’s not your fault what happened. You can’t keep punishing yourself over it.” You smile.

He sniffs, wiping roughly under his eyes to rid his cheeks of the tears. “Why’d ya do it? Shoulda been me.” He bares his teeth in anger.

It was supposed to be a simple hunt. A werewolf been terrorizing a small town and when the three of you had tried to take it down, things had gone horribly wrong. The werewolf it turned out, had a partner, and after it tried to strike Dean from behind, you’d jumped in between the two of them to save the man you loved. The next time you left the barn, Dean was carrying your cold and bloodied body in his arms. That was three months ago, and here you are still. Trapped in the veil, unable to move on due to Dean’s grief and guilt. The brothers had burned your bones on a hunters pyre, and despite not tying yourself to anything on earth, your spirit still lingered. Dean’s soul had latched tightly on to yours, desperate to keep you with him and unable to let go.

“I jumped between you and that werewolf, because you’re the only man I’ve ever been in love with. Only one for me. I could have the chance to do that day a hundred times over. And I’d still jump in front of you.” You sigh sadly. If only you’d known about the second wolf. Maybe you’d still be there with him. Able to hold his hand and kiss him awake every morning. Feel his warm skin on yours as he made love to you under the stars in the back of the impala. Maybe you’d have grown old together, had a couple of kids and gotten married. But that was never going to happen now. His heart was still beating. And your’s had stopped.

“How do I do this with you?” He whispers, eyes red as fresh tears fall. “I don’t know how to...”

You raise your hand, brushing it along his cheek, desperately wishing you could feel the heat of it against your palm. He leans into you, feeling nothing but cold air instead of warm flesh. “You’ve got Sammy.” You soothe. “He needs you too. More than I do. And you did just fine before you met me.”

“But I need you.” He whispers. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too. So much. And I’ll be waiting for you. But you need to move on from me, Dean.” He looks horrified at your suggestion, and you offer another smile of comfort. “You need to go on living. Find another girl, fall in love again. Have children with her. Marry her if she makes you happy. And one day, if I’m still what you want, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”

Dean’s head falls forward as he sobs into his hands. He tries desperately to catch his breath, feeling his heart splintering behind his ribs. If they could, tears would pour from your own eyes at the sight of him so distraught.

“I don’t want to let you go.” There’s an almost pleading tone to his voice, begging you to stay.

“We know what happens to ghosts that stay too long.” You say sadly. “Please don’t make me become like that.”

Dean runs a rough hand through his hair. It’s getting longer. Another thing he’s neglected since loosing you.

“I have to don’t I? I have to let you go.” He cries silently.

“Yeah, baby. You do.” You nod. You place your hand on his knee, and Dean stares at it wistfully. His eyes close as his mind flashes back to when you’d do the same thing from the passengers seat. Laughing over at him as he sang along to Metallica and you’d both head bang to Motörhead.

He remembers the first time he’d met you on a vamp case just outside of St. Louis. They’d needed backup and Garth had sent you their way with a quick phone call. Dean would never deny how he’d fallen head over heels the first time he’d seen you. Covered in vampire blood and swinging a machete like it was your own limb. He recalls the first time you’d said you’d loved each other. It had been in the middle of a heated argument after you’d been injured on a ghoul case. You’d walked away with a sprained wrist but Dean had acted like you’d lost your entire arm. He’d tried benching you and after you’d promptly punched him in the jaw for being such a Neanderthal, he’d blurted out that he refused to let the only woman he’d ever really loved kill her self out of stupidity. He’d made love to you for the first time that night. The best night of his life. He knows he’ll never love anyone the way he loved you, but if that’s what you want for him, he’ll do it. He’ll honor your memory and keep on living. He’ll do it for you.

Dean lets out a long sigh as he opens his eyes. He turns his head to look over at you and he feels his heart disintegrate in his chest. You’re gone...

*****

There you go guys! Another oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and stay safe and stay tuned for more. More updates this week. Xx

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First Impressions - Helmut Zemo x Reader (Pride and Prejudice AU) Part 1

The news of a new inhabitant of Netherfield Park has your family excited to meet the rich and single man Mr. Barnes at the upcoming ball. While there you come face to face with his friend, the Sokovian Baron named Helmut Zemo, who seems like he’d rather be anywhere else.

A/n: First part woo! This part was mostly based on the 2005 movie, the next part will follow the book more. I also won’t be doing such accurate lines in the future unless you guys tell me you want me to, I just felt like I should in this to set things up better. I’m also just slapping in marvel characters where I can, I hope you guys don’t mind!

Series Masterlist

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. This opinion was held by the community for the newest inhabitant of Netherfield Park, despite not knowing his opinion on the matter, and the mothers in each of the surrounding families had their hearts set on ensuring that one of their daughters would be the one to stake their claim on the man.

Your chilly hands held a weathered book as you entered the small house, abandoning the crisp and fresh spring air for the warmer indoor air that always seemed to smell slightly of flour. You often read outside while walking, a way to enjoy your hobbies of walking and reading as well as relax in the quiet spring air without your often giggling horde of sisters to interrupt your thoughts as they were doing now.

Your eyes looked to the group of girls gathered outside the door to your father’s study, ears pressed against the wood. You gently bonked your sister Natasha on the head with your book when you saw her straining to hear whatever conversation was happening in the room.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop Natasha.” You scolded your older sister who’s beautiful face turned to a pout at your words. Although you were only the second child you often felt as if you were the oldest.

“Y/n this is different! Mother says Netherfield Park has let at last. It has a young, wealthy, and single inhabitant!” She protested, making you hesitate your retort.

Normally you were not one to indulge in your mother’s gossip about men, but the news piqued your interest. It was no secret to you or your sisters that your family was not doing well when it came to money. With your father aging more by the day and a cousin you hardly contacted set to inherit the property and everything on it once he died, things were not looking good. It was due to this that your mother was frantic when it came to setting up her daughters with suitable husbands. You sighed and pressed your ear to the door, knowing your mother was likely to attempt to set you or one of your sisters up with this newcomer, you were hoping to figure out some things about him before she did.

“How does his fortune affect our girls?” You heard your father, Mr. L/n, ask. You knew he knew the answer, your father was an intelligent man, he just found great enjoyment in pushing at your mothers buttons.

“Mr. L/n!” Mrs. L/n’s exasperated cry could be heard clearer than anything else that had been said earlier. It was as if she wanted the whole world to hear of her plights. “You know it matters because I intend to marry one of them to him!” Marriage seemed to be the only thing on your mothers mind, it was as if she was put on the earth for the sole purpose of getting you and your sisters a husband with good connections.

“Does the man get a choice in this?” You could hear your father chuckle and you had to bite back your own.

“The odds are in our favour with the amount of daughters we have, he very well might fall in love with one of them, which is why you must go see him at once!” Mrs. L/n pleaded, earning a sigh from Mr. L/n.

“You and the girls can go, or you can send them by themselves. Perhaps the latter will work out better, for you are as handsome as any of them. This Mr. Barnes may like you the best of the party if you are in attendance.” He flattered her. You knew it was a mix of sincerity and a way to distract her from her nagging. If nagging was something people could compete in, your mother would likely be world renowned for her skill. 

“My dear, you flatter me. I have had my fair share of beauty, however it is nothing extraordinary now.” Mrs. L/n paused for a second before seeming to remember her mission. “But Mr. L/n, You must visit him! Think of our daughters!”

The door opened, causing your sister Peggy to nearly fall to the ground, caught by your other sister Carol. The greying Mr. L/n smiled at the group of girls gathered outside the door before walking past them, chased by Mrs. L/n.

“Mr. L/n! Mr. L/n! Are you listening to me?” She called out as she followed him.

The older man paused, turning around to look at his wife and daughters who had followed them both. “I don’t see why I must go visit Mr. Barnes for a second time.” A sly grin spread onto his face.

“A second time?” Mrs. L/n gasped. “Oh, how could you tease me? Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?”

“On the contrary my dear, I have the utmost respect for them. They are my old friends, I’ve dealt with them countless times over the years.” He teased, earning an eye roll from his wife.

“Will he be attending the ball tomorrow?” Spoke up Sharon, excitement clearly shown on her face as she looked at your father expectantly.

“I believe so.” Mr. L/n replied, sitting down and watching as your sisters exploded with joy, chattering loudly about what they would wear and pestering him with questions about what the man was like.

You couldn’t help but smile and find yourself excited for the event. It had been a while since you last attended a ball and you looked forward to looking good and getting to see the strange new man. Netherfield Park was an amazing property, and you had heard many good things about the library of the place. The new tenant Mr. Barnes was likely to be an avid reader because of it, and if he was perhaps you could find a friend in him. 

A friend was all you were interested in. Whenever the topic of marriage came up you found yourself zoning out, much to your mothers dismay. Men were either too cocky or too daft, and always too easy to figure out. You wanted someone with substance, someone intelligent enough to keep his cards close to him, whose character you couldn’t figure out as easily as the rest. It would take characteristics like that for you to even begin to grow interest in a man, and even then only the deepest, truest love could persuade you into the chains of matrimony. 

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The jovial air of the ball made a smile appear on your face as you stood in the corner of the room with Natasha and Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was your very close and trusted friend despite being seven years older than you. Your mother often would go on rants about how you would end up just like her, an unmarried burden to your parents at twenty seven, but you ignored it. Your eyes were trained on the dancing people, your foot slightly tapping to the sound of the music until it suddenly stopped. Your attention snapped to the entrance of the room, spotting three newcomers, two men and a woman. 

“The man with the blue eyes is Mr. James Barnes and the woman is his sister Miss. Rebecca Barnes.” Wanda explained, noticing you and your sister’s confusion. Her father had brought her family to Netherfield to introduce themselves earlier.

“And the man with the bad attitude?” You asked, examining the man accompanying the two. He didn’t seem too happy to be here. He was extremely put together, not a hair out of place and his posture exuding importance. His brown eyes looked around the room, making those who they landed on wonder what they did to deserve the piercing look.

“Baron Helmut Zemo.” Wanda explained. “He comes from Sokovia, rumors say he owns about half of the country.” Your eyes hardened, assuming his reason for being so unimpressed with being in the room must have something to do with his wealth and not wanting to be around so many common people.

“The miserable half of Sokovia clearly.” You scoffed, unable to rip your eyes from him. He would have been attractive if not for the ill temper he seemed to have.

Wanda and Natasha laughed at your comment, the music soon resuming once the group made their way to the other end of the room. You couldn’t help but stare at them, your attention mostly on Baron Zemo as he spoke to no one, despite the Barnes siblings who he had come with mingling with others.

You felt a hand grab your arm and you turned your head to face the person, realizing it was your mother. “Y/n, come, I must have you and Natasha introduced to Mr. Barnes.” She said, hauling you away to the other side of the room as you gave Wanda a pleading look, although you knew she could do nothing to stop your determined mother.

“These are my daughters, Natasha my eldest, and Y/n the second. I have others but they’re already dancing.” She introduced you and your sister. You looked at the group, taking great effort to stop yourself from staring at the Baron, instead examining Mr. Barnes. 

Mr. Barnes was certainly handsome with his dark looks. He was well built, clearly a man who went outside quite a bit, and his striking blue eyes were filled with kindness but had a small darkness within them, despite that you read him as a kind and gentle man who worked past his past mistakes. His eyes stayed primarily on Natasha, and you couldn’t blame him. Natasha was always the most effortlessly stunning sister, but when it came to balls where she put effort in her appearance, she blew everyone away.

“Mr. Barnes, are you liking it here in Hertfordshire?” Asked Natasha, her eyes stayed on him as well. You allowed yourself to glance at the Baron while the two conversed, finding the man standing still and talking to no one, instead looking away from your group and watching the dancing crowd with an unreadable expression.

“Very much.” He replied. You turned your attention back to the conversation to not appear rude, Mr. Barnes was giving your sister a charming smile.

“I’ve heard the library at Netherfield is one of the finest in the country.” You added to the conversation.

“It fills me with guilt, I’m not a very avid reader.” You had expected this from his athletic stature. “I prefer being outdoors. I mean, I can read, and I’m not saying you can’t read outdoors.” He began to ramble, seemingly embarrassed. Despite his kindness he didn’t seem to be too good when it came to socializing, either that or Natasha’s beauty was distracting him as he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her even when you had spoken.

“I wish I read more but it always seems as if there's other things to do.” Natasha spoke with a smile, saving Mr. Barnes from his awkward state. 

“That’s exactly what I meant!” He smiled, making Natasha smile in response. You knew they would get along well which would delight your mother.

You felt the warmth of someone's stare, turning your head to see Baron Zemo looking at you. Your eyes locked with his deep brown ones for a few moments, wordlessly trying to figure him out. You heard Mr. Barnes ask Natasha for a dance, and she accepted, leaving you with the Baron.

“Do you dance much, Baron?” You asked, hoping to ease the tension between you two by initiating a conversation.

“Not if I can help it.” He looked away, not seeming to be too pleased with being spoken to. The awkwardness of the moment threatened to consume you. You silently watched your sister dance for the duration of the song before heading to Wanda once it ended.

“What’s wrong?” She asked

“Baron Zemo is a dreadful conversationalist. He seemed so irritated with me just asking him a question, I can’t stand-” You were cut off with a shush, Wanda gesturing to where the Baron and Mr. Barnes were standing nearby, not noticing you two.

“I’ve never seen so many beautiful women in one place in my life.” Mr. Barnes spoke to his friend.

“You were dancing with the only beauty in the room.” The Baron replied with a scoff.

“She was gorgeous, but what about her sister? Y/n I believe was her name. She seemed intelligent, she asked me about the library. Maybe the two of you would be a good match” He nudged the Baron who sent him a look. Their dynamic was odd, and Y/n couldn’t help but wonder how such a kind man became friends with a man like Baron Zemo.

“She’s tolerable, but isn’t handsome enough to tempt me.” He replied, the two walking away to where Miss. Barnes was. You didn’t care about Baron Zemo’s opinion, but you couldn't help but be offended at his remark.

“If he liked you, you’d have to speak with him. Count your blessings Y/n.” Wanda tried to cheer you up. 

You forced a convincing smile. “I wouldn’t dance with him for all of Sokovia anyways, let alone his miserable half.”

Your joke made Wanda laugh, but your insecurities began to creep through. You had to forcibly stop yourself from dwelling on the Baron's words. He was pompous and judgmental and not worth your time. You looked over to him briefly and saw him looking unimpressed with everything around him. Was that really the man you would let spoil your fun night? He was the most disagreeable and unpleasant man you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing you would never have to encounter him after this night.

You stood up, determined to make the best out of the night, and headed to find a partner to dance with. You didn’t want to give the Baron the honour of haunting your thoughts. However, it was hard to keep him out of your mind when as you got in place to dance you felt the prickling of his stare on your back.

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[nanasparadise]

“Your musketeer in a blue tunic” Yan! Polnareff x female reader (musketeer AU)

Hiya everyone! As promised, here is a Yan! Polnareff writing, since he was in the top four of the poll for the special but hasn’t reached the top three. I thought it might be a fun idea to make him a musketeer and now I’ve realised this fic turned out to be low-key a Belle and Gaston situation from Beauty and the Beast lmao. Anyway, there might be historical inaccuracies in the story, I’m sorry for that.

Summary: You’re a farmer woman in 18th century France and a certain musketeer keeps crossing paths with you…

TW: toxic relationship, noncon kiss, low-key harassment, forced marriage, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Word count: 3900

“Just about half an hour and I’ll be there”, you mumble to yourself. 

The pouring rain drenches your whole form, an icy cold having already nested deep in your bones. But you can’t stop now, even if it’s raining cats and dogs. You know you have to arrive to the main market place, which is located a good three hours from the farm you live in. If the wool – which you hope isn’t too wet, knowing the burlap bags aren’t protecting it well from the rain – won’t be sold today, you don’t know how you could afford some bread for your family. You think of your little siblings, how they always stare at you with big eyes, expecting at least some crumbs of stale bread in order to satiate their hunger a bit. Your heart aches painfully at that mental image. No, you’re going to sell the wool at all cost, no matter if it means you get sick due to the weather. You owe it to your loved ones, needing to protect and provide for them as the oldest sibling. 

A chilly wind blows intensely into your face, making you shiver even more. Lucky for you, no other person is currently on the road, meaning you’re in safety. You’re aware about how many sketchy men lurk in these streets by the countryside, just waiting for a young woman like yourself to pass by and to do God knows what with her. As a protection measure, you always carry a knife with you, hidden in your boot. Fortunately, you haven’t needed to use it, yet…

Suddenly, you hear the footsteps of a horse approaching you, the characteristic sounds of its hooves drawing closer to you. Your first instinct is to immediately pull out your knife, but you refrain yourself. 

“It’s probably just another merchant who wants to go to the market, too”, you think, comforting yourself. And even if that shouldn’t be the case, it would be wiser to take your possible aggressor by surprise with an attack if needed. 

The steps are now dangerously close to you, too close for your liking, until they come to a halt. Surprised, you stop your walking as well and look up to the person on the horse. Next to you on his steed is a man around your age, probably a few years older, with peculiar silver hair and bright blue eyes. Through his uniform, consisting of a characteristic blue tunic with a white cross on it, you immediately recognise the stranger as a King’s musketeer. You hastily curtsy and meekly avert your gaze, given that he’s of a higher social rank. Why would a musketeer want from you, a farmer? 

“Good day, Monsieur”, you greet the musketeer politely. 

“Good day, Mademoiselle”, the stranger answers jovially. “Please forgive my intervention, but what does a young lady like you travel alone on such a dangerous road?”, he asks you, sincere concern marking his voice. 

Why would he care? And why would he refer to you as a lady when you’re clearly just a commoner? You get the sudden urge to grab your knife again, but of course your rational brain side hinders you from doing so.

“I’m only going to the market place, good sir. I’d like to sell some wool”, you explain shortly, your eyes still not meeting the stranger’s. 

“All alone?”, the Frenchman wonders. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice, Monsieur. My father has to work on the farm and my mother looks after my younger siblings”, you reply truthfully. Honestly, you’d prefer not giving too much information away to the stranger, but lying doesn’t seem like a safe option either. 

“I see, Mademoiselle,” the musketeer utters politely, “in that case, I’d be pleased to escort you to the market place. After all, my heart couldn’t handle if something happened to a damsel.” 

“Thank you for your generous offer, Monsieur”, you answer civilly, curtsying gracefully again. Though internally, you sigh and roll your eyes at the Frenchman’s words. 

“More like his ego couldn’t handle getting rejected by a common woman”, you ponder cynically. You’re about to continue your walking as the stranger stops your action abruptly. 

“Wait a moment, Mademoiselle,” he shouted hastily, “I’ll take your bags and settle them on my horse.” The silver-haired man dismounts from his white horse and takes the bags filled with wool from your hands, placing and tying them on the animal’s back. 

“You are far too kind, Monsieur”, you say with an overly sweet voice. Lucky for you, the stranger doesn’t seem to notice the hint of sarcasm hidden in your tone. Instead, he smiles brightly at you, revealing a row of impeccable white teeth. 

“As a musketeer, it’s my duty to help a lady in need”, he boasts proudly. Again, you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Ah, how rude of me, Mademoiselle, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Jean-Pierre Polnareff, I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss…?” 

“Y/N L/N”, you reply meekly. 

“What a lovely name, Milady.”

~

The pair of you have been walking silently side by side for a while. You simply wish to arrive as fast as possible to the market place, wanting to get rid of Polnareff’s present. After some time, the stormy weather has changed into a brighter, more pleasant sky. Though some sun rays peek through the clouds, the cold from the previous rain remains. Upon seeing your slightly quivering form, Polnareff offers you a blanket he has in his supplies with him. Politely, you decline his offer. You certainly don’t want to be more in the debt of such a high ranking man. 

“I apologise if this may come across as rude, Mademoiselle Y/N, but I couldn’t help but notice that there isn’t a ring on your finger”, the musketeer suddenly mentions. The hairs on your arms stand up at his observation and you instinctively straighten your back. If Polnareff has seen your discomfort, he still chooses to continue speaking. “And you’ve said previously you’re living with your family on a farm. How come such a fair maiden like you isn’t married yet? I reckon you must have many suitors.” Something about his tone and the dangerous gleam in his blue eyes sets you on edge. 

“Oh, I do have had some suitors in the past,” you answer truthfully, but cautiously, “but I’ve chosen to not marry. My family needs me and I don’t wish to let them down.” Polnareff gives you a tender glance, the prying shimmer being replaced with sympathy now. 

“Maybe you’ll soon find a wealthy man who’s able to help your family out”, he mumbles softly, though you still could hear his words. 

“I’d rather not base my life on such an improbable dream. After all, I’m just a common farmer,” you say, slightly amused. “He doesn’t have a clue how life’s for a commoner, does he?” 

“So you’d like to marry? It’s your dream, didn’t you say that, Mademoiselle?”, Polnareff counters, hope swinging in his voice. Why is he hopeful? But you decide to not voice this thought. 

“Well, that’s quite a difficult question, Monsieur Polnareff,” you retort,  feeling unsure now “it would be the wisest choice for me to marry, but at the moment, I feel content to take care of my family.” For some reason, the musketeer’s face falls at your last sentence. Disappointment takes over it instead, his lips turning into a bitter, thin line. 

“Ah, I see”, he replies wearily. You immediately notice the change of atmosphere, though you don’t comment on it. Instead, you two continue strolling in silence.

Eventually, the pair of you arrive at the market place. During your travel, none of you spoke further, the mood being too tense and awkward. You settle your burlap bags on the floor on a free spot after the silver-haired man has removed them from his horse for you. 

“My sincerest thanks, Monsieur Polnareff.” You bow politely. Even though your eyes have been trained on the floor for only a matter of seconds, some stealthy thief has been able to snatch one of your bags. Immediately, your head leaps up. 

“Hey, this belongs to me! Give it back!”, you scream angrily. You wouldn’t let some trickster take your wool, not after working so hard for your family! You’re ready to run after the knave, but a hand on your forearm hinders you from doing so. 

“Let me handle this, Mademoiselle Y/N,” Polnareff says confidently, “you’ll have your merchandise back in no time. Just wait for me here.” Quickly, the musketeer dashes into an alleyway after the thief. Confused, you’re left alone at the market place, the man’s horse being your only companion. A sigh rolls off your lips. 

“Guess I’ll have to do what he says if I ever want that wool back”, you exclaim exasperatedly. This is the last thing you’ve needed today. First, you’ve been drenched by the rain, then a weird musketeer has started following you and asking you eerily invasive question and now your precious goods have been stolen. In the meantime, you try your best to sell the remaining wool.

After half an hour, you still haven’t sold any wool at all. Though you were definitely drawing attention on you by shouting out some offers, no one has seemed to be interested yet. No one even cared enough to look towards your direction. 

“I guess I’ll just have to stay all day, then”, you think gloomily. From the corner of your eyes, you notice an all too familiar form approaching you, though this time with a bag in his hand. 

“Mademoiselle Y/N!”, Polnareff shouts excitedly, “I’ve retrieved your bag from the thief!” A sincere expression of gratitude appears on your face. Yes, the man is more than annoying to you with his clingy behaviour, but at least he was chasing the trickster for you! 

“Thank you so much, Monsieur Polnareff!”, you exclaim happily, relieved to have your wool back. Now there’s only the matter of selling it left… 

“Of course, nothing to thank for, Mademoiselle! I’d never want to see such a charming lady like you in need.” 

Purposefully, you ignore his statement, an awkward feeling bubbling up in you. Instead you’re thanking him again. All the while, the Frenchman keeps staring at you with a look of fondness, a huge and proud smile adorning his face. In his mind, he’s just proven to you how capable he is of taking care of you and your family. How could you refuse him now? He’s literally your knight in shining armour! Or your musketeer in a blue tunic. It doesn’t matter, he’s practically your hero! 

Polnareff’s grin only widens at the thought of you swooning over him. The silver-haired man doesn’t know why he feels like this towards you. Maybe it’s because you just looked so pitiful when he saw you on that road, soaking wet from the rain. Maybe it’s his pride that doesn’t let him relent. Maybe it’s the way your eyes sparked with determination and love when you talked about your family. Maybe it’s your radiant atmosphere, which draws him in like a moth. Maybe you’re secretly a witch who put a love spell on his poor self, making him a fool for you after having only met you. Maybe, maybe, maybe…  

Polnareff quickly stops his pondering. “It’s not of importance,” he muses, “as long as she’ll realise I’m the best choice for her.”

“I see you haven’t sold any of your goods yet”, the musketeer says, trying to sound casually. Though in his thoughts, he already has a plan schemed. 

“No, unfortunately not,” you reply, an exasperated sigh following swiftly, “but there’s still some time left until I have to return home. Surely, I’ll be able to sell some.” 

“You know, Mademoiselle Y/N, I’d rather not see you standing here all day, maybe even for it to be in vain,” Polnareff utters, concerning coating his voice, “let me help you, I’ll buy the wool.” Your eyes grow big at his proposition. Even though it’s more than a generous offer, especially after all he’s been through for you today, you can’t help but feeling alerted. Why would he go all these lengths for you? He can’t be that kind, there must be something he wants in return. 

“You’re far too generous, Monsieur Polnareff. I can’t accept such an offer”, you tell the musketeer, hoping he’ll actually drop his suggestion. But the Frenchman remains stubborn as a mule. 

“Ah ah Mademoiselle,” he tuts you condescendingly, “I’m a man of my word. How much would you like? Are two livres enough?”

Your eyes widen so much at his offer, you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyeballs fell out. Two livres? Is that man insane? The wool is hardly five sous worth! 

“I think you must have meant two sous, Monsieur Polnareff,” you answer him, still shocked. 

“Pas du tout, Mademoiselle. Two livres is what I said and what I meant. Or would you maybe want more?” 

Vehemently, you shake your head. Two livres… That would feed your family for at least three months! “No Y/N, you can’t take this offer!” Your thoughts interrupt you suddenly. Not only does your conscience forbid you from doing so, your parents would also wonder where all that money comes from. They might assume you’ve stolen it as no one would believe a stranger to be so kind to just give a random farmer way too much money. 

“Monsieur Polnareff,” you try again to change his mind, “I really don’t think you should-“ 

“Ah, there’s my pouch!”, the silver-haired man exclaims happily, ignoring your previous words. Eagerly, he takes two shiny coins out of it, pressing them in your palm. Admitting your defeat, you curtsy and express your deep gratitude again. Though a small part inside you does enjoy the fact of getting provided for.

After your exchange, Polnareff insisted on bringing you home again. You dislike the idea of him knowing exactly where you live, but that man’s stubbornness and pride is bigger than the Palace of Versailles. Which is why the two of you are walking back to your farm, the wool resting on Polnareff’s horse’s back. 

“What are you doing with all the wool, if I may ask?”, you say with a questioning look on your face, “Surely, a musketeer doesn’t need to fabricate his own clothes.” The Frenchman rubs sheepishly behind his neck and offers you a smile. 

“Ah Mademoiselle, you see, I might just donate it. I’ve just wanted to help you out, I don’t need it myself.” Even though you still cannot bring yourself to trust him, your heart warms at his statement. 

“That’s indeed very noble of you, Monsieur Polnareff”, you reply candidly. The musketeer sends you another bright grin, a subtle blush forming on his pale cheeks.

The sun has begun to set as the two of you arrive on the farm. With a polite curtsy, you’re ready to finally return home, excited to tell your family the good news regarding the money. But Polnareff stops your goodbye. His hand finds its way to your wrist, halting your movement. 

“Before we must depart, Mademoiselle Y/N,” he counters hastily, “I’d like to be assured that we’ll meet again soon. I find myself enthralled by your presence.” 

Your heart beats faster at his proposition. Suddenly, you realise the dangerous situation you’re in, the big hand capturing your smaller wrist. Could you really deny him without facing consequences? Thoughts like these rush through your head as the man in front of you keeps waiting for your reaction. Still, you’re going to try. If something should happen, you still have your knife with you and your father would surely rush out once he hears your screams. 

“Monsieur Polnareff,” you start hesitantly, “I’m deeply flattered by your words. You are truly an admirable and honourable man whose kind actions shall always carry my most sincere gratitude. Though I must admit, I don’t think it would be a wise idea to meet again.” The Frenchman makes a crestfallen face at your words. You feel almost bad for him. “Ah, I think I should explain myself further. Well, Monsieur Polnareff, we are of two different social classes, continuing mingling with me would put a bad reputation on you. I cannot offer you something of interest. Plus, I like staying with my family so far, this is my home.” 

“Y/N”, Polnareff whispers affectionately, his thumb rubbing softly on the inside of your wrist. You shoot him a surprised look, confused by him dropping the formal title. If anyone would have heard this, they’d turn it into a scandal. 

“I know my offer might appear strange to you, but I wish to marry out of love one day. I’m aware it’s fairly uncommon and even looked upon with scorn to marry below someone’s station, but the matters of the heart outshine the matters of the mind in my case. I have more than enough money, a comfortable estate and an honourable title. So you’re correct by saying you can’t offer me anything. Though you forgot one important thing, dear Y/N: you can offer me companionship, love, a meaningful bond between two souls.” Upon his last sentence, Polnareff tenderly grabs both of your hands in his, admiring how they seem to fit perfectly. Too astounded by his words, you let the man do as he pleases. Quickly, Polnareff catches on with his speech. “Please Y/N, let me see you again. Let me court you properly. I can give you and your family a beautiful life, a life you deserve.” The silver-haired male’s form moves now closer to yours, his blue eyes fixated on your lips. This action breaks you from the spell you’ve been caught in previously as you abruptly rip your hands off his grip and step back. 

“I’m sorry, Monsieur Polnareff,” you manage to say, your voice sounding breathless from the adrenaline rushing in your veins, “I don’t think I’m the right woman for you. I do not wish to disappoint you further, that’s why I’m being direct with you. I’m going home now, please do not seek out for me. Have a good evening, Monsieur Polnareff.” You give him one last glance, noting his furious facial expression, before you eventually walk rapidly the path up to your family’s farm. 

“I’ll be coming back, Mademoiselle Y/N!”, you hear the musketeer shouting behind you, “I’m not giving up that easily!” His sentences only make you pick up your pace as fear makes itself present in your body. Why couldn’t he just respect your choice? You’re sure there are enough suitable ladies in his rank pining for him, so why would he bother you? Finally, to your happiness, you arrive at the front door. Quickly, you enter your home, locking the door from the inside. Still, it feels as if a pair of blue eyes continues burning holes in your back…

The following month had been both positive and negative. Positive, because your family didn’t need to worry about food thanks to the two livres Polnareff gave you. Negative, because the latter had been true to his word and kept showing up at your place. Every time you told him you won’t change your mind, the musketeer only seemed to be more encouraged to prove you otherwise. 

Today isn’t any different. As you make your way to the market to buy some food, you hear the familiar hooves approaching you. Annoyed, you let out a sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Bonjour Y/N! What a pleasant day to see you again, mon amour!”, Polnareff exclaims happily while he dismounts from his horse to walk next to you. 

“Bonjour Polnareff”, you reply politely. In the meantime, you’ve dropped the titles when you two were alone, not seeing the point of them anymore. Plus, the Frenchman even decides to call you pet names, so why showing him respect? 

“Ah, ma puce, no need to be so cold today! After all, I bring some splendid news”, the Frenchman replies excitedly. You eye him suspiciously, brows knitted together. What on earth is he planning now?  

“And that would be?”, you answer matter-of-factly. “You’re finally leaving me alone?” 

“You see, before I came to meet you, I’ve finally talked with your parents.” At these words, you immediately stop your steps. A feeling of dread emerges in your stomach, making you feel sick. 

“Oh no,” you think desperately, “this can’t be good.” 

“Very lovely people, indeed. It hurts my feelings knowing you haven’t invited me to them, mon cœur”, Polnareff continues his talk, a hand put on his chest in mock concern. 

“And why should I have done such thing?”, you reply coolly, though internally you’re freaking out. You already know you won’t like the answer… 

“My dearest, how come you act so cruel? Don’t you think your future husband should see your parents? After all, we’re betrothed now!” 

“No”, you retort without thinking. Your palms grow sweaty, a deep fear manifesting in your body. The silver-haired man smirks at your reaction. 

“Non? I think your parents disagree with you, ma chérie. In fact, we’ve already picked out a date for the ceremony. Can you believe it? In two months, we’ll be finally one.” Panic overflows your mind, your breathing becoming laboured. How could your parents decide on such a matter behind your bag? After everything you’ve done for your family? Polnareff notices your stress as he softly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. The musketeer tries to comfort you by shushing you and gently brushing over your back, though his actions only fuel your terror. You squirm in his grasp, trying to escape him, escape this situation, but his grip on you only strengthens. 

“Let me go!”, you scream all while tears stream down your cheeks, “I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you just accept that?” 

“My little Y/N,” Polnareff mumbles calmly, “if you hadn’t  been so stubborn, we could have discussed the wedding plans together. I know you think our union is not favourable, but if even your family agrees to it, it surely can’t be that wrong, hm? You’re so blinded by your little provincial life that you can’t see what’s best for you. And trust me, my dove, I’m the best choice.” The Frenchman grabs your chin, staring lovingly in your by now puffy eyes. “It’s fine if you need some time to realise that. As long as you remain by my side.” With these words, the silver-haired man puts his mouth on yours, his hand now wandering to your cheek. You wriggle harder in his grasp, though your attempts to escape remain futile. Tenderly, Polnareff caresses your face as his lips finally leave yours. 

“Je t’aime de tout mon cœur, mon ange*”, he whispers adoringly, pressing your face against his chest again. Your tears smudge the blue fabric of his tunic, your voice hoarse from screaming. And even though you wish this is but a nightmare, you start comprehending you’re truly trapped in Polnareff’s oh so loving arms for the rest of your life.

*former French currency. 2 livres are about 30 euros, which was a lot of money back then

*former French currency. 5 sous are about 3,70 euros, which was still quite some money back in the day

*”I love you with all my heart, my angel”

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[alloftheimaginess]

Wired Autocomplete

Other parts

Jared Padalecki

Alexander Calvert

Jensen Ackles

Ys = Your sign aka your zodiac sign

Bd = Birthday

Ht = Hometown

Sn = Sister’s name

Yh = Your height

"Hi I'm Yn Collins and this is my Wired autocomplete interview" I say smiling and I get thrown a card and I hold it up.

"Is Yn Collins" I say pausing.

"Dumb?" I say laughing and I pull the first one back.

"Is Yn Collins going to comic con" I read and I look up.

"Actually yes I am you can catch me there everyday, I'll be at the Supernatural panel when I'm not at my own so if you weren't able to meet me at mine you might be lucky and meet me at my husbands" I say looking back at the board.

"Is Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "adopted" I say looking up and I nod.

"I get this a lot so I'll explain here so people can continue to ask later down the road" I say laughing

"So my parents split up when I was 4 and my dad remarried my stepmom and she adopted me like made me legally hers and then my dad divorced her and went to jail so then I stayed with her and she remarried and she's legally my mom because she adopted me and her husband who I consider my only father is her husband" I say laughing explaining it the best I can.

"Is Yn Collins a" I say and I pull it back "a Ys" I read.

"Yes I am. I was born Bd" I say moving on, making it the shortest response.

"Is Yn Collins" I read and I start laughing "these make me nervous" I say laughing "Volt. Oh yeah, it's a character that I play in the marvel franchise. She started off bad but not really bad just misunderstood" I say nodding and I pull back the last one.

"Why is Yn Collins famous" I read "It all happened when I decided to audition when I was 7 and my husband" I say smirking "I'm just kidding not because of him" I say throwing the card getting another one.

"Where did Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "grow up" I read "I grew up in a million places lol, my dad was in the military so we moved often. I can name 9 places I lived. But before all that I grew up in H/t" I say.

"Who are Yn Collins siblings" I read. "I know you guys only googled this to see if Lily Collins would pop up which she didn't, we played adopted siblings in a movie and because of our chemistry and names everyone assumed we were actually siblings. But to answer this question I'm the oldest of four who's last names aren't Collins because that's my husbands last name" I say laughing, pulling the last one.

"Was Yn Collins" I read pulling it back "on glee" I read laughing.

"I also get this question often. That was my little sister Sn, we look super similar so at one point everyone struggled to tell us apart but yes she was the one on glee not me" I say.

"Does Yn Collins sing" I read "yes all the time. Who doesn't sing" I say laughing.

"Honestly at this point in my life I never stop singing" I say looking up at the camera.

"Misha tells me to shut up all time, I'm a nervous singer so when I'm anxious or nervous I hum, sing all of that" I say laughing.

"Did Yn Collins and Chris Evans date" I read "no, we just hang out like a lot. We've been making movies together since I was like 14 so he's just my best friend" I say laughing playing with the last cover.

"Did Yn Collins get married" I read laughing. "Yes that's why I'm called Collins" I answer. "Is this actually a question people google enough for it to pop up?" I ask shaking my head. "But yes I did my husband is Misha Collins. He's this really hot guy who plays an angel named Castiel on supernatural" I say pointing to the camera.

I throw the card and I catch the one that gets thrown to me and the first one has my avengers character name on it and I laugh. "Who is Audrey Patterson aka volt" I read "Aubrey Patterson is a woman who grew up in the south until she got her powers when she was just a wee tween and she was shipped away to live with her grandparents in New York" I say looking at the card.

"Is Aubrey Patterson and Sam Wilson friends in real life" I read "Mackie is my guy, when I first came onto the Captain America scene he was the first person who I hadn't met before to welcome me with opened arms" I say.

"Is Aubrey Patterson" I read and when I pull the tab back it pulls off the words "I guess we'll never know" I say laughing.

"Is Aubrey Patterson the youngest in the Captain America movies" I read "yes I am" I say laughing and I toss the board to the side.

"I'm almost done and I'm sad, I never want this to end I want to answer google questions all day" I say grabbing the board "can Yn Collins speak any other languages" I read.

"Three and a half" I say.

"Can you say something in all of the languages you know?"

"Yeah of course" I say nodding.

"Bonjour je suis avec câblé aujourd'hui" I say.

"Ik zal je vragen beantwoorden" I say raising a brow trying to see if I said that right.

"Don't come after me Dutch fans I'm sorry I'm still learning it's the half language I know" I say.

"Ich bin buchstäblich ein offenes Buch" I say smiling at the camera.

"Začnime" I say.

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"I said hello I'm with wired today and I will answer all of your questions, I'm an open book so let's begin" I say holding the bird back up.

"Is Yn Collins one of the best actresses of our generation" I read "literally I don't even know if I can properly answer that because naturally I'm going to say no because I work with a lot of amazing women so no" I say moving on.

"Who does Yn Collins look like?" I read "hmm, my sister like I said, my ten year old but she looks more like Misha than she looks like me but that counts. But definitely my eight year old son, he looks dead on me and my twins" I say smiling at the camera.

"What are Yn and Misha Collins" I read pulling it back. "kids names" I say.

"My oldest is Elodie, my second oldest is named after his dad so Dmitri, then the twins Maren and Mavis and then my youngest Farren" I say smiling at the camera because any time I can talk about my kids I'm in heaven.

"Is Yn Collins an alumna" I read "yes I am, I graduated from New York school of arts" I say.

"How tall is Yn Collins" I read "good question" I say laughing "I want to say about Y/H, in that area, just about" I say looking at the next one.

"How did Yn meet Misha" I read "aww" I say smiling "I love talking it about this a lot more than I actually should" I say.

"The year was 2009 and I was at comic con for Avatar" I say.

"He was there for his first comic con ever and we were next door neighbors and I got locked out of my room and my purse and everything were in there and I couldn't get a copy of my room key without my identification so I knocked on his door and the most attractive man I've ever seen opens the door in just a towel and I'm like lost for words at first and then he let's me in and enter through his room and we talked and hung out that whole weekend and 9 months I had Elodie" I say giggling.

"How long have Yn and Misha Collins been married" I read "nine years, we got married after Elodie turned one. Almost ten years" I say smiling at the camera.

"Is Alex Calvert Yn and Misha's kid?" I read laughing.

"How old do you guys think I am?" I ask laughing even harder.

"Also that would make no sense for obvious reasons but to answer your question no Alex is not either of our kid, separate, together, adopted" I say giggling.

"His wife is actually one of Misha and I's best friends, we've known her since she was like 14" I say.

"She actually named their first kid after Misha and he let's that go to his head because he has two people named after him" I say laughing.

"Is Yn Collins closer to Jared or Jensen's wife" I read.

"I'm super close to both and I love them to pieces but I do hang out with Jensen's wife more, we always go to lunch whenever we're together, and we always ride with each other to the airport when Jensen and Misha fly in together so I guess I'll just say her because we hang out more" I say shrugging.

"But like I said I love them both so much and equally" I say.

"Is Yn Collins pregnant" I read and I start laughing "you guys are good. But yes I am, 20 weeks today. We just announced it before I came in today so" I say throwing the card.

"I'm Yn Collins and this has been my Wired autocomplete Interview" I say smiling at the camera and blowing a kiss.

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