#when I was just sweet summer child and knew no pain

[percyluvr]

hey babes, could you maybe do like a percy x reader where he gets home from AHS one day and just walk in on his mom and gf just having the ultimate gossip session and being besties, idk i just thought that would be funny

percy jackson x fem!reader summary: percy comes home from a long day at school to find his girlfriend and mother immersed in a juicy gossip session wc: 668

Since the day you'd met Sally Jackson, she'd been your favorite person in the whole world, even surpassing your own boyfriend, who just so happened to be her son. Apparently, being a great person just ran in the Jackson family.

Luckily for you, Sally had also taken an immense liking to you, considering you her own daughter. The two of you bonded over various common interests, as well as your worry about Percy.

At first, Percy had been the main thing the two of you bonded over, but the two of you eventually realized that you had a lot in common, one of these things being your love for gossiping. The two of you gossiped every day without fail, even on the days that the two of you didn't see each other in person. The two of you talked long into the night on the phone, Percy overhearing it whether he was at home or with you, and he always pretended to be jealous that the two of you were 'ignoring' him in favor of talking to each other, to which you and Sally would just laugh and continue talking about people that neither of you really even knew that well.

Today, Percy was tired beyond belief, having a test or quiz in almost all of his classes. He was walking home, the only thoughts on his mind being you and a long nap. Yes, he was a demigod, and yes he fought many hour long battles, one of which being a full day of school, and he was now a sleepy boy who just wanted to cuddle with his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the gods were not looking favorably at him today, because when he finally made it home, he found his girlfriend and mother sat on the couch, seemingly very immersed in a conversation.

While it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to be at his house before him, what was unusual was the fact that when he walked in the door, near you nor his mother even batted an eye in acknowledgement of his presence.

Typically the two of you would at least give him a small 'hi', but not today.

"Hey, I'm home," he said, thinking that the two of you must not have noticed the door opening.

You and Sally didn't even acknowledge him, opting to continue your gossip session instead.

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Paul Blofis, Percy's step-dad, let out a small sigh, causing Percy to look over at him and finally notice he was there.

Paul gave him a pained smile. "They've been talking like this since I got home," he stated.

Percy gave an empathetic nod, pulling up a chair next to Paul.

"Let's see how long they talk before realizing we're even here," Percy half-jokes.

"Sounds fun," Paul agreed.

It was, in fact, not fun, because the two boys sat there for around 4 hours before you and Sally even looked in their direction.

It was around 9 pm when you and Sally finally stopped talking and acknowledged the two sitting there nearly dozing off.

You got up and grabbed Percy's hand, leading him to his room and plopping down on the bed. His arms went around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

"What were you and my mom even talking about that was so interesting that you completely ignored me when I said hi?" He asked.

"Percy, Sally and I have gossip sessions daily, and they cannot be interrupted. It's very vital that we get to talk about other people for at least 2 hours a day, otherwise we might die," you joke.

"Really? You two do that every day? How do you not run out of things to talk about?"

"Oh you sweet summer child, you underestimate our ability to find gossip-worthy topics."

Percy realizes that he will not ever understand the two most important women in his life and just hums in acknowledgement of your words before falling soundly asleep.

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[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟱]

synopsis. megumi believes that the greatest stroke of serendipity is his dad and you tucking him into bed.

words. 1.4k

warnings. none!

note. living off of gojo crumbs these days..life is not gojo-ing the way it used to gojo 😔💔

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family tasted like honey. thick and sweet and easy to spread out, even though it was a pain to wipe the excess of it off the spoon.

megumi knew what honey tasted like, but it was too sweet for his tastes until the evening his dad tucked him into the sheets and the dim lights of the lamp dipped the room into golden hues. kuro and shiro were curled up at his little feet, keeping megumi warm and cozy like a cocoon of fur.

a teddy bear — one that satoru had won for him at a fair — was in megumi’s arms while he stared at his dad with eyes like that of a doe. innocent and pure, but a little sleepy around the edges. “where’s [name]?” megumi pouted, blinking his big eyes.

a look of surprise flashed across satoru’s features and yet..he wasn’t surprised at all. the kid was so attached to you, always wanting you in this little home and asking about your whereabouts. he had been devastated when satoru explained why you couldn’t come over because of your period and even wrote you a little card, wishing you a speedy recovery for your tummy aches.

“she’s washing the dishes, little man,” satoru explained calmly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you need anything from her?”

a beat of silence. then, megumi nodded his head once slowly. “yeah. it’s important.”

affectionately, satoru ruffled a hand through megumi’s messy locks and chuckled like he always did: so carefree and easy-going. “fine. i’ll get her. wait a sec, yeah?”

megumi eagerly waited in his bed with his black eyes round as the moon and shimmering like the night sky just outside his window when his dad came back with you in tow. the mattress dipped underneath your weight and some more as satoru took a seat right next to you on the edge of his bed.

this was the picture megumi wanted to see for so, so long.

his papa being next to his mama, tucking him in and wishing him a good night.

“papa told me you wanted to see me?” you asked with a gentle smile sitting upon your lips, voice soft as silk and warm as..honey.

yeah, maybe honey wasn’t too bad if you were there.

the innocent words of a mere child got stuck in megumi’s throat. dark eyes darted about the room, plump cheeks reddened like ripe apples on a warm summer day and for some reason, his heart was pounding under his ribs. instead of hurrying him, you waited patiently for megumi to find his words that had gotten lost in his throat.

“can you tell me another story?” megumi mumbled into his precious teddy bear with the fancy bow wrapped around the neck.

ah, how sweet of a kid megumi was. you swore your heart melted like ice-cream in the sun and turned into nothing but a puddle.

“you tell him bedtime stories?” satoru inquired. lips pulled into a warm smirk, he couldn’t help but feel curious what his son and the cute babysitter were up to when he way away for work.

“i do,” you confirmed, “every evening, i tell him a story until he falls asleep.”

satoru chuckled. “you’re lucky, buddy. [name] never tells me stories when it’s bedtime for me.”

at that, megumi giggled. “papa’s jealous.”

was this what family was like?

to have mama and papa sitting on the edge of his bed, tucking him in and being so playful with each other? to go on walks together and have mama tend to his scraped knee while papa was busy scolding the stones megumi had slipped on?

megumi never wanted to let go of that feeling. ever. not even homework could ruin the warm, fuzzy feeling of honey in his tummy.

nonchalantly, you waved a hand in front of satoru’s face, brushing his feelings of so-called jealousy off. “anyways,” you said, “let’s see what tonight’s story will be..”

behind you, you could feel satoru pouting at the way you dismissed him like he was nothing but a fly on your shoulder and maybe he even whispered to megumi how cruel women could be, but you paid his antics no mind.

“ah.” your face lit up when you came up with a little story. “a long, long time ago, there lived a princess far away from home. all she wanted to be was a child, but her big bad brother forced her to become the wife of a king of a culture foreign to her. but despite her hardships, she wasn’t alone. you know why?"

a gasp fell from megumi’s lips; the kid was obviously hooked from the very moment you opened your mouth. “tell me! what happened to the princess? did a prince rescue her?” he asked, wanting to know all the details about the world you had made up in your head just for him.

shaking your head, you smiled and leaned in like megumi’s excitement was rubbing off on you. “even better. she was gifted three dragon eggs that would eventually hatch and bring magic back to the world…”

while the princess was starting to conquer the world with her dragons and make a name for herself, megumi fell asleep. his little eyes felt like lead and all that could be heard were his soft snores and an occasional sniffle. the teddy bear was still held tightly by megumi though. not even an apocalypse could rip the plushie from his hands, you and satoru thought.

“so dragons and princesses? that’s what you’ve been telling my son about?” satoru inquired once he closed the door behind megumi’s bedroom and it was just the two of you on his couch, watching the last scenes of some mediocre rom-com play out.

“so you are jealous,” giggling, you nudged satoru playfully before relaxing back into the soft cushions with a sigh making it past your lips.

it was a little moment of peace before you’d go back to your own home. the more you were with the gojos, the more you noticed that your four walls lacked some life. sure, a couple of plants lived on your shelves and on the window sill, but they weren’t a little kid asking for cookies right before lunch or dogs barking in their sleep or satoru who’d keep you company on the couch.

home was nice, but this..this was family. life.

“maybe a little bit,” satoru joked and stretched his arm along the backrest, so close to your shoulders. how badly he wanted to just pull you in and relive the moment you snoozed away on him, but he refrained from doing so.

like there was an invisible line he didn’t want to cross.

satoru blamed the rapid beating of his heart on the way you handled megumi. how couldn’t he feel a little attracted to you when you got along with his son so well? it was just the hormones, he wanted to tell himself but the budding feeling in the soil of his heart spoke otherwise.

it wouldn’t be long until that sprout would grow roots and bloom into something that would fill the cavern of his chest; lungs, arteries, heart and veins. all of it would be in full bloom.

while satoru could rip out the budding something like it was weed, he chose not to.

“you know, there is a little party that my company holds and i thought it’d be nice if you became my plus one,” satoru spoke in soft tones before settling his sky blue gaze on your surprised face. he could watch the cogs in your head processing his words and then– ah, it clicked.

“..are you sure? i don’t think i’d fit in well.” furrowing your eyebrows, you immediately thought about all those men in suits from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and their curled mustaches, their wives draped in diamonds and everything fine.

it was a world you didn’t belong to and yet..

“let that worry be mine,” satoru assured you with an easy shrug of his shoulders and a smile on his lips which was so easy on the eyes. “you’re the only person who could make that evening interesting and there’s free food.”

“i’m in.” you immediately agreed.

satoru blinked in surprise.

so all it took for you to accompany him was the promise of free food.

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[dexlexia]

doting wife - enji x reader

pairing: Enji “Endeavor” Todoroki x Reader rating: 18+ summary:  ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing bout a yukata decorated with flower and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.  tags: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, smut, rough sex, doggy style, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

 ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you in something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing but a yukata decorated with flowers and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.

You rubbed your lower back in annoyance, now in month six you were starting to feel the aches and pains of carrying a Todoroki child. You shuffled through the manor and peeked into rooms until you found your husband in the training room.

You were Enji Todoroki's first wife. Quirkless since birth but he didn't care. You would give him the children he desired. He once described your womb as a bare canvas so all the children you had would be more likely to develop a quirk like his than anything else. You took what he said as a compliment, you were giving Enji the family he always wanted. It was your job to be a doting wife and mother in the Todoroki home.

You peeked through the gap on the door and smiled when you saw him. At almost fifty, nothing really stopped him. He was still going strong, you knew for sure his swimmers were growing strong because it only took four months of marriage before you got a pink plus sign. You rubbed your swollen mound and felt a slight movement of your child. You gave a firm yet sweet pat before you opened the sliding doors of the room and went inside. 

Enji was lifting weights in the center of the room, the weights, just from the size of them, were heavy. Something a woman like you wouldn't be able to lift, especially not in this state. Yes, there were women heroes, but some women were simply meant to be loving wives. 

He looked up at you and put down the weights with a 'thud'. He was sweaty all over and even from a distance you could tell that his skin was hot. He looked at you like a prize, something he won. It didn't take much convincing from your family to let the much older, number one hero wed you. Even if you were wife number two, the amount of money that was left in the wake of him taking you away was more than enough to compensate. 

He placed a large hand on your swollen middle, “How is he doing?” His voice was gruff, you remembered the first time you heard it in person, it aroused you in a way. He rubbed your bump and leaned down to kiss you. His wedding ring gleamed in the sunlight that came through the windows.

  “He's doing well, a little achy on my hips but I'll survive. Everyone told me it wouldn't be easy, so I have to expect it.” You placed a hand on top of his and beamed up at him. 

  “Would you like for me to rub your back?” He asked, then reached behind you and put a hand on your lower back, he gently rubbed the skin as he guided you to a yoga mat near the corner of the room. 

He loved when you wore outfits like the one he put you in today. He found modern maternity clothes too restrictive, this gave you freedom and movement as you moved through the manor. He helped you down onto the mat where you attempted to sit cross-legged but your belly got in the way.

Maybe he should've taken a wife so small, but to be fair most women were small compared to him. But he believed that you were strong enough to carry his protege. The child that would beat All Might, unlike his other children who failed him. He reached around to your front and undid your yukata. He pulled it down your shoulders until your entire back was exposed. Then he took off your bra, you had complained about how weighty they had become, and he assured you that it came with pregnancy, after all you had to feel a Todoroki. No small feat for anyone. 

You sat there and felt the warmth of your husband's skin as he began to massage your sore back. You place your hands on your swollen mound and rub the area. You basked in the feeling of your husband. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted you to carry his children. He needed a strong, dedicated mother and wife. And in turn he'd make sure you never went without. Your role was to fill the manor and keep those mouths fed and happy. 

And after all that's what you wanted in life. A dedicated wife to Endeavor, make sure his legacy lives on after he retires. Create and birth the next number one hero. The thought made you smile as you felt movement in your belly. You felt content, his strong hands worked your tired muscles. Eventually his hands traveled to where your hands were and he began to rub gently at your stretched skin. He felt the movement of his son inside of you and started to kiss your neck. 

  “We shouldn't.” You whimpered as your fingers locked with his. You made a small noise as his top teeth grazed the soft skin of your neck. 

  “There's no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” His voice was low. He gripped you hands tightly, “And a wife is always ready for her husband.” He added before he pulled his hands away from yours and began to take the rest of the yukata off your body. Soon you were just left in black maternity underwear that ended below the belly. 

He tossed it to the side and began to massage your achy breasts. His calloused thumbs played with your hard nipples as you felt wetness grow between your legs, soaking your panties. 

  “You look amazing, my love.” He said. His lips grazed your ear, “As a proper woman should look.” His problem with his previous marriage was that he was too focused on quirks. What he wanted was a woman who idolized him like the sun. Someone younger, more traditional leaning. From there she'd raise great children, where one if not all will become great heroes. 

The grip on your breasts made you roll your hips a little bit, your heart rate was quickening as you felt the wetness dampen your panties. You probably looked like a big beached whale with that belly, but Enji adored you. And you in turn gave over everything to him. He'd always take care of you, you had nothing to worry your little head about. 

  “What do you say, my love. Let me take care of you even more.” He leaned you forward and you got on your hands and knees with your ass facing him. He stroked your under belly from between your legs, feeling the movement of the strong son you'll be giving in a few months time.

You moaned when he wrist grazed your sex over your underwear as he pulled his hand away. You felt him take off the black underwear and with your help got it off your thighs. Enji pulled away for a moment before he returned with a yoga ball to give you something to rest against while he pounded into you.

You relaxed yourself but kept steady so as to not roll away. Soon his large fingers were spreading your pussy lips. You clenched in anticipation but relaxed when he inserted the tip. You made a sharp noise and he rubbed your hip as he guided his length into you. 

  “How's that, my love?” He asked.

  “So good, Enji.” You whimpered as you felt the stretch of his cock inside of you. Soon his heavy length was seated inside of your sweet cunt. You were still tight like you were the first time you made love to him. Which was your first time ever with sex.

He started to move his hips quickly, your belly and breasts moved with every rough thrust. He loved his sex hard and fast, he loved watching his partners try to accommodate his size as quickly as possible. He liked when it hurt a little and their poor moans left their mouths as they tried to get him to slow down. When it came to sex, the first goal was procreation and after that it was a place to empty his balls after a tough day. 

And he believed his wife should always be ready, and you usually were. Wanting nothing more than to make love to him while he drilled his cock inside of you. You moved your body in time with him, the hard thrusts against a thin yoga mat while your sweaty body clung to the rubber of the yoga ball. 

Enji felt under you at your belly and rubbed the mound while using it as leverage to ram his cock inside of you. You voice pierced the air  as he continued to fuck you. Your  face laid pressed against the ball as he worked your body. You felt like such a sweet hole, a soft cunt for him to release his needs into. He grabbed your belly and groped it to feel what he put inside of you.

No other man will ever have a taste of your sweet sex. He was yours until you both died, you'll never want or need another man in your life. You would only belong to him for the rest of your days. You'd be the proud Todoroki mother he always craved. He could see you now with five, six, maybe seven kids. Enough to fill the empty home you both inhabit. 

Your noises were so sweet, he could tell your mouth was hung open as you tried to get as much air as possible.  You held on tightly to steady yourself against the wave of thrusts that Enji brought down on you. You swore he was hitting all the sweet spots, you'd like for him to slow down for the sake of the baby but once Enji got something in his head, you couldn't stop him. 

  "You're beautiful. My beautiful bred wife. With a cunt still as sweet as our wedding night." He groaned as he moved faster. The sounds of sex were louder in the room as he practically dominated you. The idea of you dominating was almost cute, you couldn't even tie your shoes now let alone be on top. You were better on your back or belly anyway. It gave Enji easy access to your sex. 

  “Thank you, Enji. I love you. I'm happy I married you every day. You make me a better woman every day.“ You lived in your idea of heaven as Enji thrusted away inside of you. You were happy with this life, when you saw your age going out in skimpy clothes you were happy for them, but you were more content with the round middle you sported and the cute traditional maternity clothes Enji picked out for you. 

Your belly continued to sway with the movements, soon you placed a hand on your rounded middle and moaned into the rubber. You felt your cunt clench around his cock. The feeling of pleasure coursed through your boy as you felt on the edge of orgasm. You moaned loudly and arched your back and your belly brushed further up against the yoga ball. 

  “Beautiful. And all mine.“ He responded as he grabbed your ass. He gave a quick swat and groaned over how you tightened once more. The sex was loud and rough, the sensation left you on the edge of your seat. 

 ”Please, Enji! AH!“ And with that you came around his cock, soaking it in your wetness. 

  ”That's it. That's my love. So good.“ He groaned as he continued to thrust his hips. His cock painfully hard inside of you. He too was about to cum . His pace became disorganized as he thrusted hard into you. He grit his teeth and felt his skin run hot as he thrusted into you one last time and finished inside of you.

You moaned into the ball and the thrusting stopped. The obscene sound was made when he pulled his cock out of your abused cock. With a string of cum connecting the two of you. With careful hands Enji got you onto your ass once more onto the mat.

He rubbed your belly and gazed at you, his cock hung soft between his legs. You panted widely as you came down from your high. The feeling was addictive. You looked at the time on the wall clock and quickly got up.

  ”Where are you going?“ He asked.

  ”It's time to make dinner. I need to feed you after all!” And stark naked, you waddled out of the room to go back to the kitchen. The sight made him smile as he followed you with your clothes. It was a sight to behold, his happy pregnant wife on her way to make him dinner. What a life. 

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[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

How abt Childe fanfic that he find out you're doing SH? Also, feel free to ignore this request :)

I never meant to hurt you though- Childe x reader

I pushed a lot back but I can't forget it T/w- Self harm, petnames, angst but sorta fluff Summary- Childe finds out you've been sh again.

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“Hey Hun, do you remember if we have more flour? I can’t find any.” Childe knocked on the bathroom door.

You quickly shot up like a deer in headlight, if he found out what you were doing… “I..I um just a sec.”

Childe became suspicious of what you were doing in there, you had been in there for a while and he had just been busy making a cake for your birthday. Lately you had seemed a little stress with work and everything else that was going on. You never seemed to want his help though. You opened the door coming out in a too big hoodie that was most likely his.

Childe stared at you, it was the middle of summer. Why were you wearing a hoodie? He asked about it and the quickest lie you could think of was its cold.

“Maybe you're catching a cold? It's pretty warm right now.”

You only shook your head not wanting to speak in case your voice cracked. You knew it was obvious what you were doing, he just seemed to be slightly oblivious.

“Sweetie? Can you take off the hoodie? I want to check your temperature. To make sure you’re not coming down with something.”

You quickly tried to think of an excuse. But what could you do? He was just trying to look out for you, but you couldn’t take the hoodie off not after…

“Y/n please, i just want to check your temperature. It’ll just be easier.”

But you couldn’t take it off, he would see what happened and then… Then what would he do? Would he get angry, would he say you're an attention seeker? Would he be nasty about it?

“It's fine can’t you just do it with the hoodie on?”

“It's a lot easier without it trust me, I've taken care of Teucer enough times to know.”

At this point he had backed you into a corner. What were you to do? All you could really do was take off the hoodie… So you did.

You prayed to the Archon he didn’t see the cut, they were in pretty obvious places. “Hey what are these cuts?” It took him a second before he realised. “Oh…”

You could see the hurt in his eyes, like he’d failed you. Like he hadn’t protected you, it was his job after all. And he failed, well he felt like he did anyway. You looked away almost like you were shy, but you were scared… Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you tried to hold them back so you didn’t make it worse.

“Hey hey, Y/n don’t cry.” His voice was sweet like honey. “Its okay…”

It didn’t sound okay. You had promised not to do it again, but here you were. You had promised and you thought it was the one thing you could do. But alas not. You did the exact opposite and cried, he wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. All he felt he could so was cuddle you and tell you how much you mattered to him.

“Y/n I love you so much, don’t forget that. Never ever forget that. Its okay that you did it again, we can work on not doing it again. I need you to talk to me when you feel like doing that.” You could see the pain in his eyes. “It hurts you, I don’t like seeing you hurt my love."

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[ophelieverse]

Hi! I was thinking about Jacaerys and his Targaryen!wife welcoming their first baby, a little girl (you choose if Strong or Targaryen appearance). Just a fluff story of a teen couple being cute.

ღA daughter of the summer.

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader.

I added a little something in the beginning,because I’m a simp for simp Jace.Hope you don’t mind and that you will like it anyway.Let me know what you think💕(sorry for the errors)Also reader is a Targaryen so she will have their features,if incest makes your uncomfortable do not read.

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It happened during the summer,when he was just a child,a small boy who didn’t knew anything about it,who only ever saw love reflected in his mother sweet eyes.

It wasn’t love at first sight,he had known her since their were born,and it didn’t even happened the second,the third or fourth time that he saw her.It happened the summer of his ten years,when Jacaerys first realized what love was and that he was in love with Y/n.

The sun was up in the sky warming everything with his rays,the golden light made it look like it was a fairytale,the sound of the crushing waves on the shore and the calming breeze of the wind were the most beautiful lullaby.

The two of them were sitting on the beach,they clothes wet and clinging to their bodies,sand all over their hands and faces after playing in the water all evening.They had always been this close,sharing secrets,codes,dreams together,but it was on that day that Jacaerys felt for the first time something pulling his heart.

Y/n was sitting next to him,her light green dress was promoted above her knees,her long pale blonde hair sticking to her warm face and neck,her eyes were closed enjoying and bathing in the sun to dry herself before her mother could come and get her.Like this he didn’t look like a princess,a proper Lady for her age,but she didn’t care.

She had always felt safe,sheltered by Jacaerys presence,like she could decide to wear a potato sack or act like a wild child raised by wolves and he wouldn’t question her,not even blink his eyes,before joining her in her careless and free nature.

«Mother said that when i’ll come to the age,i will have to marry Lord Lannister son.»Y/n said,her voice was calma as the wind,her purple eyes now opened to turn and look at the boy next to her.

Jacaerys stood silent,the only noise was his pulse drumming in his ears.He felt his mouth go dry,a strange pain,like a sting,the words that had just left her mouth,hurting his entire body and freezing his mind.

«I hope that day will never come.»she said again,her eyes were sad,the sound of her voice flickering something in him.

He wanted her happy,he always did.He wanted someone to know the warmth of her smile,to feel the way he did when he was in her presence.He wanted someone to care for her,to read her stories with a calm and soothing voice when she was sad,to remember remove the peel on her fruits,especially on peaches,or to cut her bread in little stars form so that she could eat it more willingly.Someone who would let her play with their hair when she was zooming out,to help her come back to reality,to help her calm down by caressing her back but only from her shoulders to the bottom,no the other way around.

It was only in that moment that Jacaerys realized how much he actually knew about her,all her little small details that he had memorized and kept close to him,where nobody could have ruined them,right in his heart.

He felt a connection with Y/n,a bond that he couldn’t explain to anyone because even him couldn’t understand.When two souls intertwine to each other,there is nothing but yearing to be close to the other.The presence that is felt by hand held,a voice heard,a smile seen,the burning desire that was consuming his very being,the strength he had to put to not tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and brush her soft skin,felt like love for the first time.

Souls don’t have calendars,nor they understand the notion of time and distance.They only know that it feels right to be with one another.

This was the reason why Jacaerys felt his chest ache,his hands sweating,and his body itching to be close to her.That was the reason he missed her so much when she wasn’t not there,even if she was just in the room next to his,the feeling of not being graced with her presence even of a second felt like an agony.

His soul felt her absence,the very moment she had announced her mother plans for her,it was like she was saying goodbye to him.But he couldn’t let her,how could he survive without the way her eyes sparkled whenever she was explaining something to him,the way her warm hands touched his whenever she felt overwhelmed and needed someone to support her in the room,the way she waited patiently for him to tie up the cloak on her shoulders when it was too cold or her hair up when it was too hot?

He needed her right next to him as much as she needed him,no one else would take care and love her like he did.

«Would you think of me?»Jacaerys asked suddenly.

Y/n looked at him,confusion all over her beautiful face«For what?»she asked.

He smiled,looking at her like every girl wanted to be looked at«If the day of marrying Lord Lannister son won’t come.»he started with a hopeful voice«Will you think about marrying me?».

Y/n had thought about it every day,months and year till she became eighteen,the right age to finally become a wife just like her mother did.

It was again another summer and the young princess thoughts were set on him.She was his aunt,his mother youngest sibling,but it never felt wrong for her to think about Jacaerys in that way.

Being able to find someone you click with so naturally,was the most beautiful feeling.The feeling to be this close to her best friend for her whole life,felt like coming home.She had always felt so comfortable with him,maybe that was what having a soulmate felt like.Not someone she could have shared something in common with,but someone who felt like home.

Y/n didn’t wanted some other rich or handsome man,she wanted Jacaerys.Him who could always understand when her eyes were sad,or how sometimes she stumbled on her words,telling her to breath and start again slowly,him who would point to his chest and tell her “Here is your home.”

«You are in love with him.»Helaena,her older sister,had pointed out one day with a soft voice.

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up,a warm feeling in her chest«How do you know?»she wasn’t even denying it at this point.

Her sister smiled to her tenderly«I can tell by the way you look at him.»she explained.

«Oh?»she said surprised«And how do i do that?»she asked.

Helaena held her hand«Like when he finally look in your direction,you can breath for the first time.»

She looked at him the way he needed to be looked at,like the whole world could crumble down and she wouldn’t even blink.

Years later,under the sunset,orange and pink painting the sky and the clouds roaming around in their softness,they were both laying on a blanket on their spot on the beach.

He had become taller,his hair longer,but he was still the young boy who had fell hopelessly in love with her all those years ago.

Jacaerys removed the peel on the peaches,passing them to Y/n who was sitting right next to him.She was wearing a beautiful emerald dress,a color that he only loved on her and no one else,he had also tied up her pale hair so that they couldn’t get in the way while she was eating.

He never cared about peaches,he didn’t even actually liked them,but that summer her plump lips were so stained with the juices that it was the only thing he ever wanted to taste.

He didn’t had a favorite fruit,but right now,with her next to him laughing at all his jokes,he sworn to the gods that he would be more that happy to eat peaches all his life if that meant having her.

«I thought of you.»she said suddenly,a longing expression on her beautiful face.

Jacaerys took a napkin in his hand,remembering how soft and clean her the skin of her face felt under his palm as he wiped her chin gently«For what?»he asked.

Y/n had a smile on her face that only him was able to put on her«The day of my marrige with Lord Lannister son is coming closer»she started with a shaky voice,the painful light in his eyes stung her heart«But i want to marry you.»she told him,opening up her biggest desire.

Jacaerys heart was beating so fast that he thought he could had lost it,like it was trying to escape to be with hers«You thought about me?»he asked again,his voice was thin,his eyes never living an inch of her face.

She nodded immediately,her cheeks were the same color of the sky,softer than the clouds«It’s you i want to be married with.It’s you in a thousand of lifetimes,in a hundred of ways.It’ll always be you for me.»she stated.

Jacaerys caressed her cheek,her felt warm and familiar.He felt solid and safe,his shy smile the only happiness she ever felt and his arms the only home she wanted to live in.She wanted to cling to his shirt,bury her face in the warm curve of his neck and never let go.

«I thought of you too.»he had to let her know,what by now their heart already understood long time ago.

«Did you?»Y/n asked with a little giggle,the sound blessing his ears.

Jacaerys nodded his head,still caressing her skin«I always think of you before i fall asleep.The words you said,the way you looked.The things we laughed about and the silent moments we shared.»he started,the sincerity in his voice and the way his eyes glowed drinking in her figure,made her shiver.

«And when i dream,i dream of you.Because it’s about you,it’ll always be about you.»he said.

Y/n reminded him of every good day he had,of every summer spent on the beach and swimming the sea.Every sunrise,every sunset spent in her presence.She looked like a goddess,and smelled like light.And whenever she spoke to him,it felt like someone was slowly plucking the string of an arp,a beautiful song staring to play,her melodious voice all for his own.And he loved her,every single minute of it.

The he was kissing her,his fingers running through her hair and her heart beat was merging with his.Somewhere above them,the little stars that took the sun place,were burning out for them.Fire coming alive at the other end of heart,the world seemed to cave in as his knees buckled tasting the sunshine and the peaches on her lips,his thoughts racing as if it was his last moment.

They fell on the blanket in a tangled mess of wild wandering limbs,their lips never leaving each other.Jacaerys grabbed her by the waist with trembling fingers,he was gentle,scared of hurting her.

Y/n laughed,a sound that he could listen to for the rest of his life«You know i’m not going to break,right?I’m not as delicate as you think i’m»she stated with a little smile.

Jacaerys shuddered«I still think i’m going to break you.I can’t believe i’m doing this,never in my wildest dream-»

She put a finger on his lips,silencing his worries«Just kiss me.»she breathed.

It happened so many years ago,when Jacaerys first realized that he was in love with Y/n for the first time.And now it was clear for everyone,it could be seen in their eyes;that they weren’t quiet friends anymore.

They way she smiled for him,the way his face lit up when she was speaking to him,the way they held hands and presented the joyful news that now Y/n was expecting the child of the heir to the throne.Everyone could see it,clear as the day,they weren’t friend anymore but they grew in something even greater.

Swearing their love in front of their family and realms,now waiting for the result of their undying feeling for each other.

Another summer had come by,before the glowing sun could sunk down the horizon and the moon took his place,a high pitched cried echoed in Y/n chambers.

The young princess was laying in the bed,her white nightgown was stained in blood between her legs,clinging her skin just like her hair were sticking on her neck.Sweaty and tired face,the painful feeling seemed to disappear from her aching body when the midwife handed her child to her husband.

«Congratulations,my prince»the Maester said«It’s a girl.»

Jacaerys vision was blurred,hot tears in the corner of his eyes as held close his daughter to his chest.A girl,a beautiful girl with tufts of blonde hair and dark black eyes,a perfect resemblance of him and his wife in everything he was looking at.

«Oh,she is so beautiful.»he stated with a tremble in his voice«We are gonna love her so well.»he promised her,now handing his daughter to his wife safe and loving embrace.

Y/n smile lighted the entire room«She has your eyes»she noticed with teary eyes.

Her daughter little red face was looking up at her,the same dark eyes that Y/n had grown to love and to find reassurance in,so glad that she inherited the same trait.

It made her heart warm up,the little girl being born just the first day of another summer,during the warm weather and longer days.The days Y/n and her husband had spent loving each other dearly,growing up together,discovering themselves and watching at their young love bloom.

A child of the summer for when their soul bonded to each other forever,for whe they first realized that they belonged in each other presence.A summer princess with beautiful blonde eyes like her mother and her father eyes.

Jacaerys sat down on the warm bed,close to where his small family was.His heart exploding with all the love he was feeling in that very moment,watching his wife,a force of nature,bringing him the best gift he could ever asked for.

«She is as beautiful as you,my Y/n.You are so brave and so strong,for giving me everything i ever wanted.»he was stroking the hair out of her face,placing a loving and tender kiss on her lips.

«There is nothing i wanted more.»she said,kissing him again.

«What shall be her name,my prince?»the Maester asked then.

His daughter squirmed in his wife arms,but she didn’t cry no more.Already feeling safe and at ease in her parents presence.

«Alysanne»said Jacaerys,the perfect name that his wife chose long time ago.

«She will be a good queen one day.»Y/n said,lulling her daughter in her arms.

Jacaerys smiled,with so much sincerity.If his younger self could see him right now,he would be so proud of himself for having the courage to take everything he ever truly wanted.

If his younger self asked«If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life,what will it be?»

«Peaches.»he would answer«I could live a life on nothing but peaches.»

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[s4lv4tions]

in the still of the night, i held you; nsfw

pairing; nanami kento x fem!reader summary; "so before the light, hold me again with all of your might, in the still of the night." - the five satins wc; 2.6k cw; smut (non-penetrative sex), cisfem!reader, mentions of misogyny, alcohol use an; HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! have some sweet husband material kento to take with you into 2024 :')

In your genkan, Kento kneels to undo the buckle of your heels. They’d been a gift from him not even a year ago — high-end and real leather and more comfortable than most heels, but still a pain in the ass when you've been wearing them for 8 hours. His hands are warm and soothing where they rub gently over your bare heels, setting each foot gently upon the ground afterwards. You’re stuffed from dinner and blinking sleepily, all pliable and softened by an evening of tireless socialisation and too much sake.

“That Yamada fellow,” Kento says. He stands again, brushing imaginary dirt from his suit. “I don’t like him.”

He takes the jacket from your hands, your handbag, too; hangs them up on the coat rack and then deals with his own coat, and you watch him all the while. Perhaps you had a little too much beer, because even as he speaks, you can only stare at him — the thickness of his forearms as he wrangles off his coat, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to reveal veins and corded muscle; his handsome side-profile, his strong nose and furrowed brow and angular cheekbones… If you were more artistically inclined you have no doubt he’d be your muse. It seems especially criminal to think that Kento has never considered himself particularly attractive. Your head thuds back against the front door.

Blinking away your sudden haze — alcohol or fatigue, you don’t know —, you peer over at him, curious. “Oh?”

There's an answering hum. Neither of you move — still standing in the genkan, you in your summer dress and woollen jumper, makeup done to the nines, slumped against the door. Him in his khaki slacks and button up, handsome as ever, leaning against the wall. You're in a bubble, here — halfway between the izakaya you'd spent the evening at and your bed. It's timeless, quiet. The only thing to be heard is the distant sound of traffic through your living room windows, just around the corner.

You tilt your head in thought. “I mean, he’s a clown, but he’s harmless. Just stupid."

"I don't like the way he spoke to your friend," Kento says, nose wrinkling. Ah, yes — you knew it had bothered him. Yamada is what one would call dead from the neck up — an idiot. How he's stayed employed so long is a mystery to you, especially with the amount of complaints he's garnered from female employees. He's not a creep (mostly), just ignorant and annoying. Thinks women should quit their jobs when they get pregnant, thinks maternity leave is a scam, thinks women are too emotional for leadership positions. Tonight he'd made the mistake of ordering your friend to serve him a drink in front of Kento — not the worst thing he's ever said or done, but it irked Kento nonetheless. You'd seen your boyfriend's eyes narrow and quickly shooed Yamada away to another table with the allure of more alcohol, and hoped that was the end of it. Clearly not. "Does he speak to you like that?"

"Mm. Sometimes. I guess he didn't tonight because you were there. You're pretty scary, Ken."

He only watches you, frowning. Doesn't take the bait. "Nothing's been done about him?"

"Mm-mm. We used to report him a bunch, but it's more trouble than it's worth." Another beat of silence, and you shoot him a smile. "Don't worry about it, Ken-chan. It doesn't bother us anymore. It's like working with an overgrown child."

"A man like that shouldn't have a job in the first place."

Finally, you push yourself off of the door — stroll slowly to where he stands, arms raised to loop around his neck. His frustration is silent — it most often is — but he accepts your embrace easily. His hands plant themselves over your lower back, warm and calloused, and a deep sigh filters through his chest. His nose nudges against the crook of your neck. "Sorry. None of that is your fault."

"Mm. It's okay." Exhaling, you let your eyes flutter shut. The entirety of your weight rests on him at this point. The drunkenness is wearing off, leaving only a pervasive lethargy and meddling craving for something requiring far more energy than you have. "Hey, Ken. Wanna fuck?"

Kento's breath hitches in your ear, before he lets out a laugh. His hand brushes up your spine, and you don’t bother to suppress the shiver it sends through you. "You're so vulgar. And you're almost falling asleep, darling."

“Mm.” Nudging your nose against the side of his neck and revelling in the goosebumps that rise there, you press your chest harder against him. “I have enough in me for a quickie.”

"We're getting you to bed."

“Hm? No! The night’s not over yet, Ken…” And yet you barely fight as he urges you forward, still wound around each other like a ball of string. Through the darkened living room and past the shape of your kotatsu, down the hallway and past the pantry and bathroom until you reach the bedroom. The lights are flicked on, dimmed to something more palatable, and Kento nudges you towards the bed.

You collapse like a sack of potatoes. You realise quite suddenly that you’d expended most all of your energy for the day and were truly running on fumes — considering you can count the amount of coworkers you like on one hand, and alcohol cuts your temper short. Somehow you still have enough energy to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as Kento stands in the doorway of the en suite, rifling through the cabinet until he comes away with some cotton pads and a bottle of micellar water.

You know you’re watching him like he’s hung the stars in the sky. You know your eyes are wide and glassy when he kneels by the bed and begins to wipe your makeup off, unfathomingly gentle — because he meets your gaze just once and laughs softly, all too fond, before returning to task. Swiping softly over your lips and under your eyes, all traces of mascara and eyeliner and concealer and whatever-else gone within a few cotton pads. Then he traces over your face with another one just to be sure — or perhaps just to map out your features under his fingers, indulgent and sweet. When he’s finished, he doesn’t leave, though — just stays and watches you in silence.

“Kento,” you say quietly.

“Mm?”

“I want you.”

His thumb nudges away a strand of hair tickling your temple. “You have me, darling.”

“Hm.” That’s not what you meant, and he knows it, but you’re too tired to actually have him, anyways. Your eyes flutter shut, heavy and sticky, and he takes that as his cue to continue — pulling down your tights from your legs, unzipping the side of your dress. Lifting it over your head and replacing it with a large t-shirt that you vaguely register as his; and then leaving you to deal with himself, presumably. You hear the rustling of fabric and the thud of them hitting the floor, the metallic clink of his belt buckle.

Still — a budding sort of heat warms your stomach; hides itself beneath your ribs and wriggles about in your mind. It’s annoying, pressing, unfaltering — flickering thoughts about how firm his biceps are; how big and warm his hands feel when they spread your legs and press your knees against your chest; how his body covers yours entirely in the throes of it all, hot and heavy and sweating with the heat of it all; the skill of his tongue, fuck, long laves of it against your—

“Asleep already?”

“Mm-mm.” You crack an eye open; glance up at him in all his glory, plaid flannel pants hanging low around his hips, a white t-shirt covering his chest. “You’re so unfair.”

As you close your eyes again, you feel him climb onto the bed beside you — the mattress dipping under his knee, the blankets rustling, and then a large hand plants itself upon your stomach. “Why’s that?”

You don’t say anything, only arching (perhaps a bit wantonly) into his hand.

“Ah. I see.” The hand smooths up and down, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin, and a deep exhale filters out of his chest. You can almost hear the fond smile in his voice when he bows his head towards you and says: “Do you really need an orgasm to sleep?”

“Are you—” Yawn— “Are you teasing me right now?”

“No.” His fingers twitch subtly against you.

“Because that would be mean, Ken-chan.”

“I’m never mean to you. In fact—” His fingers begin a slow descent downwards, bunching your t-shirt just under the curve of tour ribcage. They leave goosebumps in their wake on their path below the elasticated hem of your panties— “I’m far too lenient where you’re concerned.”

His fingers are almost icy cold in comparison to the sweltering heat between your thighs. At that first brush against you, you give out an embarrassingly high-pitched sigh, but you have no energy to feel any shame. It's not your usual reaction to such simple touch — not the wet mess between your legs, nor the noises that are being wrung from you — but between the alcohol and syrup-like lethargy… Needless to say, Kento’s fingers are thoroughly soaked within a few moments of practiced petting, gliding between your puffy lips to where you’re willing and weeping.

His fingers — those damned fingers, careful and practiced and just slightly calloused — dip momentarily into you, and you hear his breath hitch in time with yours. Your limbs are tense, now, no longer splayed every-which-way with little care; they’re coiled tightly, excitable pressure locked away in every joint, twitching with each mote of pleasure he gives you.

And oh, does he give. Your stomach goes rigid with it. He’s only tracing his fingers around your opening — watching you with eagle eyes when your stomach jumps every time he passes over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. It’s not enough to start those sparks of pleasure aflame in the pit of your chest, those involuntary contractions that make your mouth salivate — but it’s well more than enough to begin to kindle them. More than enough to get your back arching at the momentary entrance of a single finger.

“Hm.” Your sigh edges on a whimper, tapering out as you attempt to regain control of yourself. “That’s — that’s not gonna do very much, Ken.”

He doesn’t answer, at least not verbally. The finger pops back out — slickened and shiny — but there’s little time for complaint. Almost instantly his fingers dart up to your clit, circling the hardened bead in a pace you can only describe as indulgent. Indulgent for you or for him, you can’t tell, but you make a sound like the air’s been punched out of you regardless.

It’s just the start of it — you know, those tingles that begin in your clit and warm in your stomach, sent as shivers up your spine and your ribs, pooling in your nipples and fizzing in your fingertips. Just the start, but enough to have you squirming, pressing up to the few fingers that pleasure you. At your side, Kento huffs a laugh. He presses himself closer to you — dips his head so that his nose nudges against your jaw, hot air warming up your neck.

“Is that enough?” His voice is, somehow, more husky than usual — but still unerringly adoring.

“Uhm—” Then, hips jumping out into his touch — unconsciously, might you add— “Just — faster, please.”

“Greedy.” He means to admonish you, but Kento is no less indulgent than he usually is; pressing down harder, petting at you with wet sounds that reverberate through the room — shlikshlikshlik— even adding another finger to the mix, like he simply can’t hold himself back any further. It’s liable to drive you insane, the sheer sensuality of it all — the shivery, excitable pleasure that zips up and down your legs, the stuttering breath in your chest. When you gasp out, hardly able to hold your sounds in your throat, his breath comes out laboured. “There you go, darling. Take what you need.”

You’re humping into his hand like an excitable virgin, panting low in your chest as his fingers and palm grind against the slippery flesh of you. It should be embarrassing, the raw abandon you move with, but there’s nothing but fondness in Kento’s face, and your need burns you up from the inside. You’d push him onto his back and have your way with him if you had the strength — for now, you can only continue to flex your aching thighs up, shivering as the tell-tale shocks of your impending orgasm begin to creep along your spine. It's never usually this quick.

“Fuck— F-Fuck, Kento — oh, I’m—” Your mouth falls open, knuckles aching where they grasp at the sheets — your body tensing all over, waiting for the dam to break, for your body to lose complete control of itself — “Hah, I’m gonna cum — oh, I’m cumming, what the fuck, I’m—”

In seconds, Kento’s mouth is on yours — sloppy and messy, the way he only gets in the throes of passion when he cares more about your pussy squeezing his fingers than any sense of propriety. You’re not even lucid enough to kiss him back — your entire body, entire mind, is trembling with your orgasm; pussy squeezing uncontrollably around him, clit throbbing against his palm. Your toes curl and your legs kick out, frantic to ground yourself in some way, but—

“Mmf— God—” What feels like minutes later, gasping, you pull away from Kento’s lips, shuddering heavily as air filters back into your spent, pleasure-ridden body. Your entire lower half feels numb, staticky and half-dead; your head swims with a dizzying mix of endorphins and fatigue — the sudden hours of socialising and drinking hit you like a brick. If you had been sleepy before, you were bone-dead now.

You’re still twitching with the aftershocks of it all when Kento places a chaste kiss upon your forehead, slipping his fingers out of you — and, not even realising that your eyes had closed, you crack open one to peer at him.

Kento smiles, and pets his clean hand over your hair. A single strand of blond sits awry, drifting low over his forehead; between his legs, a large tent presses up against his pyjama pants. Other than that, he’s perfect — you’d never guess he just finger-blasted you to mars and back. “How are we doing?”

Limp and syrupy-soft, you blink up at him. “Hi.”

He watches as your eyes drift shut again, head flopping sideways to rest against the pillows. His question of “Bed time?” is a rhetorical one; nevertheless, you give him a half-baked semblance of a nod.

“Mhm.”

“Alright. I’m going to clean up.”

“Mmf.”

Chuckling to himself, he begins to shift to get off the bed — but your hand grasps his wrist just before he can get out of reach. He glances down at you. “Yes?”

“I’m gunna… give you… such… good head… in the morning…” A large snore follows your statement, and your hand falls to your side — and just like that, after almost an hour of bribing and convincing and urging, you’re dead to the world. Snoring your little head away and curled up towards his side of the bed, like you're waiting for him.

Kento shakes his head to himself all the way to the bathroom — off the bed, across the carpet, into the ensuite. As he stands in the bathroom, washing his hands under that cold, fluorescent light, he notices his smile hadn’t dimmed, not even once.

Never a dull moment, he supposes. He can stand to live with that.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Mommy’s girl

I just want to write about lost boys daughter for a minute because I had a dream about her for some reason, and she just loved her daughter so much

You keep seeing her.

You keep seeing the woman in your dreams who claimed to be your mother. The woman who revealed to you how your fathers had ripped her apart like wild pack animals.

She keeps appearing in your dreams, like a ghost that’s intent on haunting you. But you can see from her tear stricken face that she doesn’t intend to scare you.

You remember looking at her and thinking that she was like a mirror with how closely you resembled her. You find yourself wondering how your fathers coped with raising the mirror image of their victim, did they ever feel guilt when looking at you and seeing your mother’s sorrow bleed into your own?

“Why are you here?” You’d ask desperately, her first appearance was a sign of a warning so why wouldn’t her next appearances be the same

The woman wouldn’t respond, she’d only let the tears go down her cheeks as she looked at you with despair.

Sometimes she’d show you things, reveal memories that you never knew you held for yourself.

She’d show herself cradling a baby to her chest and cooing softly. She’d show you how caring your grandfather was and how they’d both fuss over you like you were the most prized possession.

Seeing those memories hurt, not because you could remember feeling the happiness from their love but because you couldn’t.

How different could your life had been if your mother had lived? Would you still have the mountain of issues surrounding abandonment and eyes that carry sadness that no child should? Or would you have been a happy child with an adoring mother.

The thoughts made you want to outstretch your arms to the woman and beg for your mommy like you were a child, but you couldn’t no matter how much you wanted to.

“Please talk to me” you’d eventually begged after the the fourth dream of seeing her sorrow stricken face “please, I can’t stand the silence”

The woman had outstretched her palm as if she wanted to wipe away your tears, but she retracted her hand just as quick.

“Do you blame me?” You asked with guilt sprawled across your face “am I the reason you’re dead? Was it my fault?”

There is a moment of silence as the woman tilts her head and lets out a small sigh and crouching down to get on your level.

“My last thoughts were of you” she states with a complexly soft voice where you couldn’t tell if she was sad or adoring “when I died all I could think about was my sweet little girl, the same little girl I had carried in my womb and held to my chest”

Your throat felt dry as you looked at her with somewhat scared eyes, wondering what her statements could mean.

“Some mothers give birth to their pain instead of their child, my own mother was a testament to that” the woman claimed with a sigh at her own memories before she meets your eyes with a firm gaze “I gave birth to my love instead, you were everything I had ever wanted or needed and the moment I looked into your tiny face I knew that I could never leave your side”

The woman brings her hand to caress your cheek, he touch was ice cold but you leant into her palm as if she were as warm as sitting in the sun on a summers day.

“As those evil bastards killed me, I just kept thinking about how I had left you in the living room and what would happen to you” she claims with a fierce look “as they drained me, all I could think about was how I was leaving you alone and I had never felt more scared in my lifetime then knowing that we’d be apart forever”

“You are so loved (y/n), you’ve been gifted with the ability to make the people around you care about you so deeply and love you so ferociously that they will protect you” the woman continued as she looks deeply into your eyes “I have never and will never look at you with nothing but adoration because you are the best parts of me and your father and I will always see you as my perfect, darling girl”

“I’m scared mom” you admit as the tears rush down your cheeks and your lip wobbles with barely contained desperation

“I know, my sweet girl” she says with a sympathetic “but I will always be beside you, you may not see me but ever since my death I have stayed by your side and I will continue to do so until your last breath”

“Can’t I just come with you” you ask with a sense of pure desperation “you can take me with you, we can be a family again”

“You have to stay here and keep fighting my darling girl, you’ve already accomplished so much” she states as she holds your face with both her hands “you’ve escaped them and you’ve got such a good life ahead of you for however long that may be, you have to stay here and enjoy it”

“I will always be here to protect you” she continues with a loving smile “I will always be here even when you can’t see me, because I love you more than anything else in the world. You are my greatest accomplishment and you will continue to make me proud as long as you live and don’t give up”

“I love you mom” you say as you lean into her touch once again “I wish we could have been a family”

“Me too” the woman says with a sigh before laying a gentle kiss on your forehead that feels like ice water “I will always be here when you need me, and I will always be here when you want me although sometimes you might not see me”

And with that your dream ended and the woman, your mother, faded away and you were faced with the cold reality.

You turn your head and see Micheal on the opposite side of the bed and for just a moment, you crave his affection.

You lean your forward against his back and you wrap an arm around his shoulders, if he wakes up he said nothing about the affection. He’s seems to have a good sense of when you crave something to make yourself feel whole again.

You decided then and there to continue to fight for as long as you live, however long that will be. And for the first time since your childhood, you feel comforted under the knowledge that your mother is with you, though you may not see her.

Sorry for the randomness of this, I think I’m just in my feels rn

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #platonic lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #yandere lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

[q-starhalo]

q!Bad songs + their lyrics ★-

-`.✎ Ver. 1

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˖◛⁺˖ | Hello and welcome to this list of q!Bad songs (including ones that remind me of Bad and Dapper or other eggs)!! Before we get to the songs, I do want to say that many songs contain triggering content. I have tagged most of them but if there's any I have missed, please do let me know! Other then that, each list will contain 25 songs so the posts won't be long then they already are! If you want to ask me anything about the songs, feel free! Now enjoy :D

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Portrait of a Blank Slate - Lovejoy:

★ "I feel at some point I broke my mind"

★ "How do you all make it look so easy? You open your hearts up so quickly it scares me "

★ "If only you knew just how better things could be"

★ "Another week of action. Another hypoglycemic reaction"

★ "I'm sorry it's all so predictable"

El Muchacho de los Ojos Tristes - Jeanette:

★ "Ni una simple sonrisa, ni un poco de luz en sus ojos profundos" | "Not a single smile, not a bit of light in his deep eyes"

★ "Ni siquiera reflejo de algún pensamiento que alegre su mundo" | "Not even a reflection of some thought that brightens his world"

★ "Hay tristeza en sus ojos" | "There is sadness in his eyes"

★ "El muchacho de los ojos tristes, vive solo y necesita amor. Como el aire, necesita verme. Como el sol, lo necesito yo" | "The guy with sad eyes lives alone and needs love. Like the air, he needs to see me. Like the sun, I need him"

★ "El muchacho de los ojos tristes ha encontrado al fin una razón para hacer que su mirada ría, con mis besos y mi gran amor" | "The guy with sad eyes has finally found a reason to make his eyes smile with my kisses and my great love"

★ "Yo pretendo saber porqué extraña razón hoy sus ojos no ríen. Yo pretendo lograr con ternura y amor ver sus ojos felices" | "I pretend to know the strange reason for why his eyes don't smile today. I intend to achieve with tenderness and love to see his happy eyes" (?)

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens:

★ "The evil it spread like a fever ahead. It was night when you died, my firefly"

★ "Did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry?"

★ "And I'm sorry I left but it was for best, though it never felt right"

★ "Shall we look at the moon, my little lon, why do you cry?"

★ "Make most of your life while it is rife, while it is light"

Come Little Children - Kate Covington/Hocus Pocus:

★ "Come little children, I'll take thee away into a land of enchantment"

★ "Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows"

★ "Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows"

★ "Weep not, poor children, for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions"

★ "Rest now my children, for soon we'll away into the calm and the quiet"

★ "Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows"

Problems - Mother Mother:

★ "You and me, we're not the same. I am a sinner, you are a saint"

★ "When we get to the pearly gates, you'll get the green light. I'll get the old door in the face"

★ "I'm a loser, a disgrace"

★ "I've found love in the strangest place. Tied up and branded, locked in a cage."

★ "You're a beauty- a luminary, in my face"

★ "I got a lot, and not a lot, I got a lot less than a lot // I've got problems, not just the ones that are little"

★ "Some go to baseball, some go debase a face they can't seem to save"

Rises the Moon - Liana Flores:

★ "Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end. Sun digs it's heels to taunt you."

★ "But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same. Rises the moon."

★ "Days fade into a watercolor blur. Memories swim and haunt you."

★ "Oh close your weary eyes. I promise you that soon the autumn comes to darken fading summer skies"

★ "Breathe, breathe, breathe"

★ "Days pull you down just like a sinking ship. Floating is getting harder. But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile rises the moon"

★ "Days pull you up just like a daffodil. Uprooted from it's garden."

★ "They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so. Rises the moon"

I am the Very Model of a Cartoon Individual - Animaniacs:

★ "I am the very model of a cartoon individual! My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical!"

★ "I'm quite adept at funny gags, comedic theory I have read. From wicked puns and stupid jokes to anvils that drop on your head."

★ "I'm very good at fancy dances, I can even pirouette! Then smack the villain with a fish; I know my cartoon etiquette."

★ "To suit my mood, I can call forth a lot of different sceneries, like outer space and desert scapes and Himalayan eateries."

★ "From this bag here, why, I can pull most anything imaginable."

★ "You see in matters comical, unusual and whimsical, we are the very model of cartoon individuals!"

Burning Pile - Mother Mother:

★ "All I tried to save my face"

★ "All my guts try to spill"

★ "It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire then I change my aim, throw my troubles at the pearly gates"

★ "All your woe begones be gone"

★ "Throw my troubles at the world again"

★ "It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire then I'll take my turn to burn and burn and burn"

dumb dumb - mazie

★ "Disappointment takes us by surprise"

★ "Even though by now I think we should have realized. Everyone is dumb"

★ "There must be something in the corn flakes, making it hard for us to think straight"

★ "It's waking up inside of the dream; you don't know what to believe"

★ "Maybe that's why disappointment takes us by surprise"

Everything at Once - Lenka:

★ "As sly as a fox"

★ "As fast as a hare"

★ "As sharp as a tooth"

★ "As dark as the night"

★ "As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong"

★ "Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be"

★ "As warm as the sun, as silly as fun"

★ "As scary as the sea"

★ "As hot as fire, cold as ice"

★ "Sweet as sugar and everything nice"

★ "As old as time"

★ "As buzzed as a bee"

★ "As stealth as a tiger"

★ Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be"

Vibrant Eyes - CG5:

★ "I'm not the one to trust when I've lost everything that I've touched"

★ "Don't tell them what you've done, tell them what you've done. The war's already won, why do we go on?"

★ "Don't tell them what you've done, tell them what you've done, tell them what you've done, tell them what you've done"

★ "Scared of the memories that make me insane"

★ "I'll cover these vibrant eyes and forget the pain"

★ "Little voice ruining my sanity, evil dreams haunting me. Don't you ever look my way."

★ "Little voice ruining my consciousness, nothing left to reminisce"

★ "All this pain will make me suffocate"

★ "All my thoughts ever strange, free me from the mental cage"

Crucified - Army Of Lovers:

★ "I'm crucified, crucified like my savoir"

★ "Saintlike behavior, a lifetime I prayed"

★ "I'm crucified for the holy dimension"

★ "Godlike ascension, heavens away"

★ "I've seen the deepest darkness and wrestled with Gods"

★ "Where thorns are a teaser, I've played a double jeux"

★ "I cry, I pray, mon Dieu! I cry, I pray, mon Dieu!"

★ "Prophets I've been reading, stories I enjoy been told; before I end my breathing, I travel in the soul"

★ "Adieu, mon Dieu!"

Coffee - Jack Stauber's Microphone:

★ "Do I need it? (Mocha) Am I under control?"

★ "Can I beat it? (Wake up!) If it swallowed me whole?"

★ "(I can make you feel alive) I know, but do I need you to survive?"

★ "I can't believe this happened"

★ "French vanilla, I think I should sit this one out (no, no, no)"

★ "Maybe a cup of self control would be the route. (But it's the flavor, it's the flavor you want!) Maybe so, but it feels better to check than to reflect (Just a sip!)"

Chiquitita (Spanish Version) - ABBA:

! You can look at the English version for translation !

★ "Chiquitita, dime por qué tu dolor hoy te encadena? En tus ojos hay una sombra de gran pena"

★ "No quisiera verte así. Aunque quieras disimularlo"

★ "Si es que tan tristes estas, para que quieres callarlo?"

★ "Chiquitita, sabes muy bien que las penas vienen y van y desaparecen"

★ "Otra vez vas a bailar y seras feliz como flores que florecen"

★ "Chiquitita, no hay que llorar. Las estrellas brillan por ti haya en lo alto"

★ "Quiero verte sonreír para compartir tu alegría, chiquitita"

Normal People Things - Lovejoy:

★ "The background hum for cerebellum"

★ "Oh, what a blessing to meet someone like you, with eyes as dead as mine. It's fine. It's normal people things just to lie here in silence"

★ "Spending days in self-medicating. Lost too much weight, unpleasant aftertaste."

★ "We think the same, play different games"

★ "I'll make it worth the wait"

★ "Yes, it's probably a razor thing but honestly it's harmless and I refuse to let the sensitive skin win"

★ "So, we lie here in silence. Yes, we lie here in silence. This is normal people things just to lie here in silence!"

Welcome Home - Radical Face:

★ "And the days blur into one"

★ "Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass"

★ "Welcome home"

★ "Ships are launching from my chest. Some have names but most do not. If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost"

★ "I've come home"

★ "Now my head's splitting at the seams and I don't know if I can."

Point Of No Return - STARSET:

★ "I am hypnotized as I fantasize, forgetting lies and pain, but I can't go back"

★ "The ashes call my name"

★ "Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames, breaking the habit and melting the chains"

★ "The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face"

★ "Making the past an unreachable place"

★ "There's something sinister about the way it hurts when I watch it burn because I can't go back"

★ "This is the point of no return"

Cradles - Sub Urban:

★ "I live inside my own world of make-believe"

★ "I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach"

★ "Fire's spreading all around my room"

★ "Tape my eyes open to force reality"

★ "Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me"

★ "I wanna taste your content"

★ "Devils hide behind redemption"

★ "Just tripping on daydreams"

★ "Might as well just rot around the nursery and count sheep"

Murders - Miracle Musical:

★ "He was in the forest looking to see the trees but none were there"

★ "In the light leaves broke above. Then fell down"

★ "Wearying of the hate me, hate me not. Wait, they forgot. Woe, oh, the rot."

★ "Deeper in they crept, oblivious of the bears and darker terrors. Or none were there. How did they dare?"

★ "Shadow of nobody there. Murders of murderers living in fear of it"

★ "All for nothing at all"

No Wind Resistance! - Kinnerent:

★ "I don't know how it ends, I can't see it in the distance"

★ "But can you ever reach the end of a timeless existence?"

★ "Just imagine being human, hating your confusion, denying 'til it's proven, laughing at illusion"

★ "Imagine reducing yourself to your name"

★ "You've suck all your consciousness inside of your brain"

★ "So go ahead and find your meaning with your methamphetamine"

★ "And once you can see that you've trapped all your grace, maybe you'll join me and girl we can race"

★ "Off-beat heartbeats"

★ "I've been here sixty years and I'm still not bored"

★ "And I've found that almost everything is made of cardboard"

★ "And there's absolutely nothing I can't sing with weird cords"

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People) - Will Wood:

★ "Have you ever died in a nightmare? Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate?"

★ "Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis and collapsed and threw away from planet away?"

★ "Everyone's just blood in an ice tray"

★ "A vampire picking flowers out in the sun"

★ "Ooh, could you take a look at me? (It's the norm for animals, it's the norm for chemicals)"

★ "If you were in my shoes, you'd walk the same d★mn miles I do"

★ "It doesn't take a killer to murder. It only takes a reason to kill"

★ "The difference twist fate and free will is whether you're singing"

★ "(You could break an angel's fall, and ignore the Devil's call. Still foresaken shoulders fall silent now)

★ "(Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals)"

As It Was - Harry Styles:

★ "Holdin' me back. Gravity's holdin' me back"

★ "In this world, it's just us. You know it's not the same as it was"

★ "Answer the phone. 'Harry, you're no good alone. Why are you sitting at home on the floor? What kind of pills are you on?'"

★ "I don't wanna talk about the way that it was"

★ "As it was"

Saint Bernard - Lincoln:

★ "Hung up pictures of patron saints up on my wall to remind me that I am a fool"

★ "When I am dead, I won't join their ranks 'cause they are both holy and free"

★ "And I'm in Ohio, satanic and chained up. And until the end, that's how it'll be"

★ "Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to God when I said it, I thought it was true"

★ "There's really just one thing that we have in common. Neither of us will be missed"

SUPERSTAR - CG5:

★ "Isn't your family looking for you?"

★ "We'll uncover every lie, and I promise you'll survive"

★ "Well done, superstar!"

★ "Shine a light, we're fighting the dark"

★ "I'll never ever leave you behind"

★ "Lights are off and your life's in jeopardy"

★ "If I'm undone, put me back together soon"

★ "What's your choice? In the end, I'll always be your friend"

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths:

★ "You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you, Achilles. It's not much but there's proof"

★ "Redemption lies plainly in truth"

★ "Je vois que beaucoup de gens meurent, parce qu'ils estiment que la vie ne vaut pas la peine d'être vécue. J'en vois d'autres, qui se font paradoxalement tuer pour des idées, pour des illusions, qui let's donnent une raison de vivre (ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une eccellente raison de morir)" | "I witness that a lot of people are dying because they consider that life is not worth living. Paradoxically, I witness other people who are being killed for their ideas, their illusions, which give their existence a sense. What we call a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die"

★ "The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken"

★ "Remember the pact of our youth. Where you go, I'm going. So jump and I'm jumping. Since there is no me without you."

★ "Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love"

★ "It's a pointless resistance for you."

★ "Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle. Don't listen to what you've consumed. It's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy"

★ "And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it"

★ "Hear those bells ring deep in the soul, chiming away for a moment"

★ "Les souvenirs d'une patrie perdue, l'espoir d'une terre promise" | "Memories of a lost homeland, the hope for a promised land"

★ "But be real and just jump, you dense motherf★cker (You're worth more, Achilles)"

★ "Be done with this now and jump off the roof (Be done with this now and get off the roof)"

#WOOOOOOOOO AND SO THE LIST BEGINS 🎉🎉🎉🎉 #I think I'll be reblogging with a new list for the next couple days until new years ^^ #again please let me know if I should add any other tw tags ^^ #tw self harm #tw drugs #tw self destruction #tw derealization #qsmp #q!badboyhalo #badboyhalo #stars songs

[universallychaoticpan]

HI. HEAR ME OUT ON THIS REQUEST.

chuuya gets hurt and he is in some sort of alleyway, trying to somehow stop the bleeding and stay alive(all while being pretty af), and reader is walking back home when she sees him and recognizes him as her childhood friend. so reader was supposed to be dead, or she had to be, her parents were killed when she was a kid, and she was supposed to be killed as well, but the guy that was supposed to kill her couldn't kill a child, so he let her go, from then she went by a fake name, fake everything, stopped using her ability (could be anything you want). she left chuuya without a single goodbye or anything, and now she saw him bleeding to death. she wants to help him, and he lets her, but he doesn't recognize her, it pains her but she doesn't want to tell him who she really is. once she helped him stop the bleeding he told her she was so familiar to him, and i leave the rest of this to you- it could end whatever way you wish- could be an angst, fluff, whatever you choose- sending love❤️

I love this req sm- I could tell it was gonna be juicy just from looking at it. I really hope you enjoy this because it was so fun for me. Come back anytime!

After years of running from your past, you thought you'd escaped it. You'd really been so foolish as to think you could leave your old life behind. You'd thought you'd buried the girl you had been years ago- even if you hadn't really died. But a pair of blue eyes and a shock of red hair matching the blood on the slowly falling snow brought it all back.

You had been walking back to your apartment, trying to hurry as you noticed the snow begin to fall again. Shoving your hands deeper into your pockets, you nearly missed the slight rustle, the movement coming from an nearby alley.

Whatever it was looked human; like a body leaned up against a wall. As you stared, you could nearly make out the tiny rise and fall that indicated breath. That indicated life. Casting a worried glance to the sky, you chastised yourself as you stepped into the shadows.

idiot, you thought. You're just asking to get attacked walking into a dark alley alone to help some stranger. But you couldn't stop yourself from moving in. If you didn't at least check to make sure they were alright, they might freeze.

You were nearly to the person when you saw the blood. You were close enough to see the red hair beneath his hat, a sight that brought back bittersweet memories from a life you had before. But he was bleeding as well- you could see that clearly even with the lack of light. You couldn't tell where it was coming from and there was so much; panic overcame you as you ripped off your scarf, trying anything to stop the flow of blood. The pressure woke the man with a start, his eyes finally meeting yours as he looked up fearfully. Blue. The brightest shade of blue you had seen in years.

You knew who he was. How could you forget those eyes? Chuuya Nakahara had found you somehow.

with a pang, you suddenly remembered yourselves as you had been once; you had been happy children. He had been your best friend, once upon a time. You shared everything with him. You recalled going to summer festivals together, your fingers sticky from sweets and your mouths smiling wide. You talked about dreams and wishes and made bad jokes. You teased him for his height and he got back at you by quite literally tearing your feet from under you. He was your best friend in the world.

And then it all went wrong.

It all went wrong that night, the air thick and hot with the last of summer burning off. You had been eight years old when you heard shouting outside your bedroom door. You heard your parents voices like you never had, full of fear, just outside the door. Then you heard the bangs- quick, clear, and deadly. You covered your ears and cowered in fear, tears streaming down your face as you cowered in a corner. You remembered seeing the shapes of your parents bodies lying on the threshold of your room, and a man stepping over them with a gun in his hand. He had locked eyes with you, and for a terrifying second, he simply stood in terrible silence. Then he turned around, walked out, and left you with the bodies of your parents.

From then on, you learned how to fend for yourself. You disappeared. You didn't tell anyone, not even Chuuya. One day you were simply gone. You left behind your name, reinvented yourself as someone new. Sometimes you found places to sleep, others you barely made it through the night without freezing. Your ability went unused for years. But you had survived. You found a job, and a kindly old couple who let you live above the shop you worked at. It wasn't much, but it was yours. It was your refuge from the past.

Which had now crumbled with a man with red hair and frightened blue eyes that now looked as though he was questioning whether to stab you run.

"I want to help." You steadied your voice as much as you could, pressing the fabric into his side. He winced, but nodded. "I'm going to call an ambulance ok? You need help."

But as you reached into your pocket for your phone, he grabbed your wrist. It took everything in you not to recoil.

"No," he rasped. "don't call. It'll just be worse for you."

You studied him with hard eyes, your face inches from his as you contemplated your options.

"Fine," you said. "No ambulance. But you're coming back to my apartment. I can help you there."

He nodded. Then he managed a shaky smile and opened his mouth.

"Does my savior have a name?"

You weren't sure if it hurt more or less that he didn't recognize you.

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The walk back had been agony. Even though it wasn't far, Chuuya was barely conscious. Thankfully, there was no one there to question why you were hauling a bleeding man up to your apartment, the effort it took to get him there almost made you wish there had been someone to help. But finally, he was laying on your bed, towels spread under him to soak up the blood.

You tried seeing as little of him as you could- you only pulled away whatever you needed to get your work done. But you still saw the way he had become a person you didn't really know. He had changed the same way you had. There, a scar right above his hip bone. Just next to your finger, another one carved a white line across his rib cage. All of it was covered in fresh blood, drying blood, the shades of red that meant this wound had been inflicted long before you'd found him. You shuddered to think what would have happened to him if you hadn't glanced his way. You stitched and cleaned, soaked clean rags in water until the crimson stains became pink, lighter and lighter until it finally stopped.

He faded in and out of consciousness, his breath evening for a minute or two until the feeling of your needles working at his skin woke him. And even in his delirium, he kept his eyes on you, entranced by the steadiness of your hands and the way you bit your lip gently as you tried to focus until the task was done.

"So," Chuuya winced, "Am I going to live?"

You snorted in spite of yourself. "You'll be fine, but this is going to hurt for a while. It'll leave an impressive scar though."

You helped him sit up, his hand going to cover the fresh stitches and wincing. Your smile faded as you noticed his pain and how, even after all these years, you could see the flickers of sadness in his eyes when you mentioned scars.

And before you could stop yourself, you were pulling the collar of your shirt aside, revealing a scar of your own- one you knew he had known about before you vanished.

And know it he did; he'd spent years seeing that scar in his dreams, seeing you, wondering what had happened. Like most others, he had assumed you'd been killed along with your parents. But there was always a hope, a fear, something in him saying you may still be somewhere in the world.

And now, he was sitting in the dark, his side aching with every break, his life saved by a ghost. He was looking at a ghost, a memory, someone who couldn't be real. But there you were; with a scar that could only be yours, the mark of a fledgling ability memorialized in your skin forever. He remembered when your ability had manifested, too much energy flowing in your body, taken from the world around you. Too much power. The other scars had faded, but this one was more than any scar. It was a reminder.

"The name you told me," he murmured, reaching for you. His hand cupped your face. "That's not you, is it?"

You almost couldn't ask. "Do you remember my name? Do you remember?"

And all at once, his smile was a sad, hopeful, beacon of light in the dimness of the room.

"Oh, y/n, I never forgot. Not once did I ever stop thinking you were somewhere out there."

And even though he hadn't forgotten, you had; you had forgotten how you had missed him.

You had forgotten how much you had missed him saying your name.

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

[persephone11110]

organ player || bradley bradshaw

tw: abusive relationship, domestic violence, gaslighting, mentions of past child abuse, mentions of dead parents, self/victim blaming, alcoholism, cursing

summary: you wished you had the guts to get away from him, you wished he didn’t give you a reason to wear long sleeved sweaters in the middle of summer.

AN: haven’t done a bradley bradshaw fic in ages, I listened to suicide squad soundtrack and gangsta—kehlani came on.

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THIS FIC MENTIONS PAST ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD,ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, AND ABUSIVE BRADLEY— SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!

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He changed. Bradley Peter Bradshaw wasn’t the same man you met three years ago. He started off as the man who held the doors for you everywhere the of you two went, the man who made sure your were in the right headspace before sex. The man who came home after a long from being on base eager to see his girlfriend even while having bags under his eyes.

That wasn’t him anymore—day after day Bradley came home from work angrier and angrier. He spent his days in the dark garage drinking the night way, you remembered the first time you noticed a change in him. It been the anniversary of the Goose’s death, the day Bradley life fully changed, the day were little Bradley Bradshaw no longer had two parents.

You brushed it off telling yourself that he was in pain, grief is a slippery slope of neverending emotions.

You couldn’t fault him for his emotions being all haywire, you knew what it felt like to no longer have a dad . To walk across a stage without your dad in the audience cheering your name.

You knew better then to start argument with him, knowing how they would end— Bradley walking out of the room for a beer, you laying on the floor with a hand on your cheek.

You shouldv’e left him when Bradley control on his emotions were derailing constantly. You knew what would happen if you didn’t, you watched your own mother get beaten like a rag doll every day until you left for college. Your mom stayed until dad died, his liver could only go so long before it stopped working from all the alcohol.

Your dad knew how to sweet talk your mom into staying everytime she threatened to leave him.

“Think of our daughter Y/n , think of what’ll happen after she grows up without dad in her life”.

“I’ll change you know that, If it means keeping my wife and daughter under one roof”.

You didn’t mean to start an argument with him. You simply only asked him what he what side dishes he wanted added to the meal.

“Roo”, you called from your spot at the cabinets, rummaging around trying to piece together a decent meal for dinner.“Pick something to eat”.

“Whatever”, he grabbed two cold beer bottles from the fridge, brushing you off. That makes five.

“Do you have a preference?”. you sighed eyeing cans of corn and green beans. Like usual he would shrug his shoulders like he didn’t care, but like always— you always had a new bruise on your arm.

“Did you fucking listen to me, I just said I didn’t care Y/n”. Bradley grunted out, his grip on the beer bottle getting tighter. “I just got home from being gone for almost sixteen hours you think I give shit about whats for dinner?”.

“No need to get angry at me Bradley”, you crossed your arms,“I just wanted a definite answer before I waste food you don’t want”.

“Go figure Y/n”, he chucked the glass bottle into the trash can before walking away. “As if you weren’t sitting there demanding an answer from me Y/n— can you pretend to care about my wellbeing for once?”.

Turned back walking to the counter, you immediately tensed up waiting for his hand to ball into a fist.

Bradley shoves past you, grabbing his car keys.

You listened to the broncos engine roar, you didn’t think to run through the front door and stop him.

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You sat across from Bradley deciding to break the silence with the good news you got from your mom. “I was thinking about flying to Houston to visit my mom grave for mother’s day, I’d—”.

“Are you fucking serious Y/n” Bradley slammed his fork onto the plate. his voice raised to louder octave you’ve been familiar with for the past couple of months. “You didn’t think to ask me if It was okay?”.

“Bradley”, you nibbled at your lower lips—you shouldve kept your mouth shut.

“Dont fucking Bradley me”, he slammed a fist onto the kitchen table making you flinch. “What about my mom grave Y/n?”. He took a gulp of his beer.

You were shaking your head,“I just thought since we always visit your mom grave every year, I thought maybe we could change it up this year and see my mom, Bradley I haven’t seen her since I buried two summers ago”.

“Yeah you thought Y/n, you never think about me”. His face flused with anger, “Did you suddenly forget my mom died from breast cancer almost twenty years ago?”. He tossed his plate towards the center of the table knocking down the glasses and breaking everything. “There a difference between our moms and you know it Y/n, Carole Bradshaw fought long and hard aganist cancer- while Ruby L/n allowed her husband to beat her senselessly every day till his death”.

He was right. There was no need to visit her anway— she’ll always be there waiting for you visit her.

You wiped at your nose, your eyes burned with tears as you tried to stop them from spilling down your face. “I’m really sorry Bradley”. you reached for his hand.

Bradley pushed himself out of the chair—stumbling almost as he walked towards you, gripping your shoulder tightly,“We both know your smarter than this Y/n, so figure out how to cancel the flights”.

You listened to the refrigerator door slam. His footsteps started to drown as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom you two shared together.

You picked the up the broken shards of glass.

You laid in bed watching his chest slowly go up and down. Your eyes blurry with tears, afraid if you moved your even a little you would wake him up.

You laid straight on your back staring at the ceiling wondering were the Bradley you once loved disappeared to. Wondering how you got here, your entire childhood you always promised yourself you never end up with man like your dad.

Like mother, like daughter.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

[twigg96]

Daryl x reader where they have a fight yams he upsets them or makes them cry and they make up?

Hello sweet Anon! You absolutely may have a Daryl X Reader where he upsets them/ makes them cry. This prompt actually gave me a few ideas so I may be making a second angsty fic based off the prompt!! 🥰

Midnight Moonshine

Daryl X Reader

Era: Post Prison, Pre-Terminus

Pronouns: You/Your/[Y/N]

Warnings: mentions of past self harm, mentions of child abuse, angry/drunk Daryl, arguing, threats of divorce, ANGST.

Summary: When Beth and Daryl start to play Never have I ever, you become nervous, having seen Daryl drunk before you knew how nasty he could be when provoked. Keeping a distance and a close eye on the two as they played you tried to keep the peace. But Beth is innocent to the world you and Daryl knew growing up. She didn’t know when to stop.

A cool summer breeze seeped through the cracks in the walls of the tiny rundown shining shack. As you and Daryl rushed to light what little oil lamps you could find laying around the place, you couldn't help but notice how tense your husband looked as the light illuminated the shack... and why wouldn't he be? You had known Daryl your whole life. The two of you grew up mere minutes from each other separated only by the mile of woodlands that you two called more of a home than your actual houses. You had seen the horrid conditions Daryl had been forced to grow up in. Cowered from the terror he was forced to put up with that was his father. So you knew... that this shack wasn't just a shack to him... it was a reminder of the living hell he had to endure not too long ago. But Beth... sweet innocent Beth... she could never understand your and Daryl's shared pain. So whenever she insisted, after finding the moonshine that the three of you should drink, you and Daryl tried your hardest to insist that she should just drink alone. That the two of you would keep watch. But the girl was insistent and if your husband had one vice in the world... it would be drink. "Come on... just one drink... we can even make a game out of it..." Beth whined swirling the clear elixir around the mason jar in her hand like it was the most enticing thing in the entire world. But by the look in Daryl's eyes... it truly was.

You truly hated it when Daryl drank. You had watched him take his first drink of hard liquor at the ripe age of 7. You had begged him not to when he told you he stole it from his father's good stash. You knew the consequences would be dire if the two of you were ever to be caught... and caught you were. His bastard of a father took a count of his stash every single night before he went to bed and every morning when he woke up, a habit he picked up after Merle started to skim the good liquor off the top of the distillery in the early morning hours while he was still asleep. But that day... when you and Daryl had been caught red handed passing the jar back and forth on the ridge behind his home, Daryl's father left scars that never truly healed on either of you. After that day, Daryl became meaner than a rattle snake when he drank... every time no matter what it was. He tried to say beer was ok, but even then if you weren't around to cool him off when someone rubbed him the wrong way he was quick to lay into friends and family for no good reason. Hard liquor was the worst on him though, not only making him mean, but hateful and intentionally hurtful. You had lost count of the amount of times you nearly broke up or divorced all because of some bullshit he spit while drunk. If it wasn't for Merle stepping in and talking some sense into Daryl while he was still around... you two would have never made it half as long as you did. So when Beth asked, "You gonna join us for our game?" You simply shook your head, choosing to lean up against the farthest wall from them and watch. "Awe... come on [Y/N]. You don't even have to drink if ya don't want, just play with us." Beth begged. But you knew better. If you started playing into her little game, she'd either weasel a drink into your hand a couple of rounds in, or Daryl would find something to be pissed at later in the night. So you simply stayed quiet shaking you head again this time with a false reassuring smile. "No... I'll keep watch for a while. I'm too tired to drink anyway." You lied, sighing in relief as your husband nodded understandingly and Beth simply rolled her eyes turning to Daryl to explain the rules of the game.

Never Have I Ever... what a cruel game when played under the right circumstances. When Beth first suggested it you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Beth was young. She was vulnerable. And she was hurting, A dangerous combination when it came to this game. You could tell that she was trying... at least at first... "I aint never shot a crossbow." She muttered softly watching as Daryl took a drink of the shine. "Aint much of a game..." He muttered lowly eyeing Beth wryly. "That was just a warm up. Now it's your turn." Beth smiled pushing Daryl to go. But your husband just hummed looking around the room his ears bright read while chewing on his thumb. "Dunno" He mumbled avoiding Beth's gaze all together. "Just say the first thing that pops into your head." Beth said shrugging. "I aint never been out of Gorgia before..." Daryl finally murmured honestly. "Really?!" Beth gasped out and suddenly you wanted to step in then and there. To tell Beth to back off, play a different game. But you respected your husband and his choices... he had simply never played the game before... but you couldn't ignore the hurt in his eyes as Beth smirked taking a drink of her shine. "I mean... ok. Good one." She muttered. After a moment of silence where the little blonde swirled the liquor in her glass she hummed. "I've never... did something while I was drunk that I regrated." Without hesitation Daryl picked up his jar taking a large drink. But you didn't miss the way he locked eyes with you as he placed his glass back on the table. "I've done a lot of things..." He muttered sadly his blue eyes flicking back to the table in a heartbreaking way that said way too much. With a deep sigh Daryl seemed to think. "I aint never been on vacation." Daryl muttered softly. Beth glanced from the table to the wall seemingly bouncing an idea around in her head. "What about camping?" She asked but Daryl simply shook his head. "Nah... that was jus' somethin' I had ta learn... ta hunt." Daryl answered, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "Yer Dad teach you?" Beth asked. But this time Daryl stayed silent nodding only slightly. It was a half truth... Merle taught Daryl most of what he knew. His dad taught him to hide in the woods. To kill wild game to keep from being seen from CPS in town when they came knocking. To go on long "camping trips" that always ended with him doing all the work while his father stayed piss drunk back at the camp... "What about a honeymoon?" Beth asked, looking between you and Daryl this time. Daryl cocked a brow looking to Beth like she was nuts. But you simply shook your head. "Not that I'm playin'." You hummed, stretching your aching knees out in front of you. "But, I never wanted one." You hummed. It was true. You personally hated the frilly ideas of traditional weddings. So when you and Daryl eloped, you did just that. You packed Merle up in your beater car without him knowing where you were taking him and went straight to the court house. No need for fanfare. No need for fancy clothes. No flowers. No invitations. No bull shit. Daryl had asked if you ever wanted to go on a honeymoon. And the two of you fantasized about going somewhere someday... no where wild like Europe. But maybe the beach... or somewhere Daryl and you could hunt some new game... But years passed and the turn happened before either of you could save enough to make a trip work.

Watching Beth take her sip you leaned back against the wall, relaxing just a little. Maybe you had worried for nothing? "I've never... been in jail." Beth stated looking up from her glass to meet Daryl's eyes. Daryl's gaze grew hard and judgmental, a harsh unreadable scowl falling to his face as he started to toy with his hair, a coping tactic he used when he was getting upset. Sitting up properly you glanced between the two. "I mean..." Beth laughed breathily eyeing Daryl, completely oblivious to his distress. Oh this was fuckin' bad... "That wha'cha think of me?" Daryl growled, his face never morphing from the stoic glare he held. "I didn't mean anything serious... I just thought ya know the drunk tank. Even my dad got locked up for that back in the day..." Beth tried to smooth things over by rubbing Daryl the complete wrong way. Catching Daryl's glance you moved your body closer to the game. You were familiar with his warnings by now. "Drink up." Daryl muttered, rubbing his chin once more, but this time his glare was icy cold as he stared at Beth, seemingly waiting for the sweet moment that she would pay for her words. But Beth... she was stubborn as hell. Probably why you three got along so well on any normal day. "Wait..." She hummed eyeing Daryl with scrutiny. "Prison guard! Where you a prison guard before?" She asked placing her elbows on the table. The silence was palpable and Daryl's glare only hardened as be moved his hand back to his hair. "No." He muttered through clenched teeth. "Beth. Take your drink." You warned, watching as Daryl fought with every fiber of his being not to snap at this teenaged girl sitting across from him. Finally with an annoyed sigh Beth rolled her eyes and took a defeated sip from her glass. "It's your turn again." Beth hummed, too happy for the position she was in currently. That's when you saw something in Daryl snap.

Slamming his hand down on the makeshift table, Daryl groaned. "I gotta take a piss..." He hissed. Taking long strides to walk past you, you felt his long fingers intertwine with your hair almost as in a gentle reassurance as he passed by. But as his fingers stayed just a moment too long, pulling your hair back with a jerk you couldn't hold back your whine of pain. "Oh sorry did I pull yer hair?" Daryl growled, glaring daggers at both you and Beth as if it were your fault that his fingers got tangled in your hair. Throwing his jar to the ground and turning to the corner of the room he decided to mark his territory as his. "You have ta be quiet." Beth hissed and for a moment you wanted to strangle the girl. "Cant hear ya I'm takin' a piss!" Daryl yelled back pissing in the corner of the room. "Daryl you have to keep yer voice down!" Beth hissed again. You knew she wasn't wrong but you also knew she was only poking a dangerous bear. "What are ya my chaperone?" Daryl yelled glaring at Beth. When the girl opened her mouth to retort, you sighed. "Beth... just leave him alone." You warned glaring at her. "Wha' ya don't want me ta talk now?" Daryl hissed at you, turning to jerk up his zipper. "Oh! Wait! It's my turn, right?" Daryl growled turning to you both. "I never uhh..." Daryl started, walking to stand beside you fixing his belt "I never ate frozen yogurt." Daryl bit out at Beth, looking to you as if it were a win for him. But, when you started to stand, not giving him the reaction he was looking for Daryl growled lowly. "I never had a pet pony!" He yelled, waving his arm at Beth. "I certainly never got nothin' from Santa Clause!" Daryl hissed hitting the yellow chair that held the other jars of shine making them clank as the chair tipped precariously. Reaching out you grabbed the chair with a sigh and sat it on all fours again, watching as Beth winced away from Daryl. But before you could open your mouth Daryl was tearing into Beth again. "Never relied on anyone for protection before! Hell I don't think I've ever relied on anyone fer anything!" Daryl screamed pacing from the back of the shack to where Beth sat as still as a board.

"Daryl!" You hissed glaring at your husband. "Never sung out in front of a big group out in public, like everything was fun! Like everything was a big game!" Daryl turned away for a moment stepping away before shaking his head. "I sure as hell never cut my wrists before lookin' for attention!" Daryl screamed stepping up to the table and getting in Beth's face. Stepping out in front of him you stood firmly between Daryl and Beth. "That is more than enough!" You growled, pushing Daryl back hoping to turn his attention to you for at least a little. "Enough? You know what I've had more than enough of?" Daryl screamed standing a mere inch away his nose touching your own. "I've had more than enough of you thinkin' your so much fuckin' better than me!" Daryl yelled gripping you by the shoulders. "I've had enough of you tellin' me wha' ta do! I've had enough of ya yellin' at me every time I turn around!" Daryl growled backing you into the nearest wall, faintly you could hear Beth pleading with Daryl to back off but you stood strong, gripping onto your husband's shoulders tight enough to keep yourself from tumbling back if you tripped. "I've had more than enough of this!" Daryl gestured to your body and suddenly you felt a spike go through your heart. "All I've ever had was you! I've had enough of it. I want... No need somethin' different! I want a fuckin' divorce!" Daryl screamed into your face and suddenly you weren't entirely sure if it was shine talking or hidden desires that were only allowed to surface once the shine took hold. Tears rolled down your face and a sob rattled you both, seemingly sobering Daryl for a single second. "Fine..." You hissed, pushing against his chest making him stumble back and stare at you in stunned silence. But the silence doesn't last as the sound of walkers scratching and banging against the walls of the shack catch your attention. "Perfect! Ya wanna know how ta shoot a crossbow?!" Daryl yelled, turning his back on you but unable to hide the pain and hurt in his face. Grabbing his bow from the wall Daryl walked to Beth, grabbing her by the wrist. "C'mon I'll show ya! It's gonna be fun!" He hissed kicking the door open and dragging her outside to face the walkers with a death wish you might have fanned the flames to.

Grabbing your knife from the floor where you were sitting you quickly followed the pair outside. "Dumbass... C'mere Dumbass!" You heard Daryl scream from the side of the shed. Running over you watched in horror as Daryl pinned the walker to a wooden post with his bolt, cocking his bow then grabbing Beth. "C'mon I'll show ya that shootin' this ain't hard." He growled shooting another bolt into the walker's chest. "Eightball!" He called proudly as he loaded his final bolt, holding Beth firmly to his chest and firing the final shot into the zombie's heart. "C'mon let's get these arrows back and we'll practice our aim some more." But Daryl didn't make it to the walker before you did, your knife sinking into the walker's skull killing it before Daryl even had a chance to protest. "Wha' the hell did ya do that fer? We were havin' fun!" Daryl hissed pushing Beth away to get in your face. "No Daryl! You weren't havin' fun! You were bein' a jackass like yer dad! If anyone had found Merle er Sophia like that-" You screamed only to be cut off by Daryl. "DON'T!" He screamed. "It's not even remotely the same!" Emotion heavy in his voice. But you shook your head tears slipping down your cheeks as you sighed. "Killing them is not supposed to be fun!" You huffed closing your eyes as Daryl once again gripped your arms. "Wha' do ya want from me, [Y/N]?! Huh?" He screamed into your face but you were unrelenting glaring right back. "I want you to stop pretending that you don't give a shit about anything anymore! Like nothing we went through matters! Like our marriage don't mean shit to you! Like none of the people we lost... Sophia, Merle, the whole damned prison... matter to you!" You screamed pushing Daryl back step by step until his grip on you released and he stood staring at you with wide watchful eyes. "It's bullshit!" You wailed finally allowing yourself to sob. But the fire in Daryl's eyes never died down... not even a little as he stepped closer to you. "That what you think?" Daryl asked nodding his head challengingly. "That's what I know..." You wailed. "You look at me and Beth and you just see another dead girl, and another walker! Well guess what Daryl! We aint Michonne! We aint Carol! We aint Rick! We aint Glenn! We aint Maggie!" You gestured to Beth. "We survived and you don't get it because Beth aint like you or us! And you're too damn close to me to realize that I can handle myself out here! That I can survive and have survived without you by my side both before the turn and when we were separated after it started! Beth and I, we made it! And ya don't get to treat us like shit just because yer scared!" You yelled gasping for breaths between the sobs when you were finished. Daryl stared at you like he was trying to read you for a moment before he stepped up to you. "I aint afraid of nothin..." Daryl growled shaking his head at you. But you shook your head walking up close behind him as he turned away. "I remember..." You muttered. "When Sophia came out of the barn... you were scared then. We all were." You whispered.

Daryl huffed shaking his head for a moment before he rounded on you. "I just told ya I aint scared! Why would I be when everyone we knews dead!" Daryl screamed into your face. "You. Don't. Know. That!" You screamed back pushing him away again. "Might as well be cause you aint never gonna see them again!" Daryl yelled and the sudden realization that maybe he was right hit you hard. Covering your mouth with your hand you heaved heavy sobs as Daryl held out his hand counting off your loved ones. "Rick... Michonne..." Daryl turned to Beth as you crouched trying to ease the dreaded panic that was encapsulating you. "You aint never seeing Maggie again!" He hissed turning to the rotting corpse pinned to the poll by his arrows. "The governor rolled right up to our gates..." You heard his voice crack with emotion as he stared at the dead man. "Maybe if I would have stopped lookin'..." Daryl whined, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. "Maybe because I gave up... That's on me!" Daryl cried. Standing slowly you watched as Beth ran to him. "Daryl..." She whispered only to have him pull away. "No..." He whimpered shaking his head, clasping his hands tight. "Your dad..." Daryl sobbed. "Maybe... Maybe I coulda done somethin'." Beth's grip on Daryl's middle was tight but reassuring and you watched while at first your husband wanted to fight and pull away. He melted into her embrace, covering his face with a calloused hand. Soft sobbing was all that could be heard from all three of you in the thicket. Stepping to stand in front of Beth and Daryl you reached your hand out tentatively not sure if your husband was ready to forgive you yet. But the way he met your eyes, all the love and compassion in his world held only for you let you know that he already did. “C’mere.” He whispered softly, pulling close and tight to his chest. Laying soft and gentle kisses to your forehead and temple you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your head buried under his chin he lifted your left arm a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Gently he caressed one of the bruises that were blooming on your upper arms. Wet hot tears fell into your hair as he looked at them. “I know I’m a jackass like him sometimes.” Daryl finally muttered squeezing you tight. “I didn’t mean any of what I told ya in the shack… I’d never want anyone else. I certainly don’t need anyone else. And I don’t ever want a…” Daryl paused taking a shaky breath appalled at what he said now that he’d sobered a little. “Divorce.” You finished for him looking up to meet his eyes. Daryl swallowed thickly nodding but watching you carefully. “Daryl…” you whispered softly, sadly. “Baby don’t.” Daryl practically begged. You shook your head. “Just promise ya won’t drink ever again… at least not while I’m there. because I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You stated matter-of-factly. Daryl nodded kissing your temple then your lips. “I promise.” He promised through a whisper. But somewhere deep down you knew. This wouldn’t be the last time you’d have to tame the bear that was Daryl’s emotions. That whether he was drunk or not… this apocalypse was going to test you both and push you to your limits and beyond. But as you met Daryl’s eyes, his finger’s combing through your hair lovingly, Beth’s face poking out from over his shoulder, you had to admit that for the moment… this moment. It was nice.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x you #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #tw self harm #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead Beth #daryl dixon #daryl dixon twd #twd daryl #twd beth greene #twd x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader

[sasusakucoded]

"Papa.. Do you still remember when Mama said 'I love you' to you for the first time?"

Sasuke dreaded this question. It was very clear in his mind when Sakura confessed her love for him. He could still remember the things that she said to make him stay. Her crying made it hard for him leave the village. It was painful to see. She tried everything but he still proceeded with his plan.

The second time was no better. She was crying again. And worse, she was desperate. She knew she was talking to a different man. It was not the same boy she fell in love with. The man in front of her had succumbed into madness. He listened to no one and yet she loved him nonetheless.

Sasuke realized she was crying in both times. He can't forget how sad and helpless she looked. She never mentioned it but he always felt guilty about it.

"Papa?" Sarada asked again, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Hn. Yeah." He hoped that his short answer would stop Sarada from asking more questions.

"I bet you didn't respond. I mean I haven't heard you tell it back to her," she reckoned.

It was supposed to be funny by how his daughter delivered it and Sasuke knows. But, there's a bitter truth to what she said. He had never said 'I love you' to his wife. In fact he had never said those words to anyone at all.

"I'd rather show her," he said calmly.

"Well, that's better of course. But I'm sure it would make Mama's day if you'd tell her. I mean.. Is it that hard?"

Sasuke nodded with his head down.

"Cha! Between saying that versus fighting a monster, you'd probably choose the latter, Papa." Sarada made an audible sigh. "I just don't get keeping something from someone if you know it would make them happy. I think that's cruel, honestly." She sighed again before leaving him in the kitchen believing that he's a lost cause.

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At night, when they're about to sleep..

"You know you're important to me right, Sakura?"

Sakura was surprised with the sudden question. She was drying her hair at that time. She looked at him and saw his serious face. "Yes, Anata.. Why—"

"And you know you have my heart?"

Sakura smiled and answered, "yes. You've always made me feel that."

He nodded and proceeded to lie down.

"Is there something bothering you, Anata?"

"Nothing."

"Okay.." Sakura smiled again and finished the task at hand. She quietly lied down close to him thinking he was asleep. "I love you, Sasuke-kun," then kissed him. He opened his eyes and buried his face in her neck.

"I love you, Sakura."

"A-Anata? Did you— Can you repeat that?"

He did not respond.

"Hey.." she started sobbing.

"He sat down and wiped her tears. Hey, I'm sorry. I promised you won't ever cry again because of me. So— so please don't cry. I said I love you. I love you, Sakura. I mean it! I didn't just say that because you said it first. I really love you. Hey.."

"Anata.. Thank you. I love you so much."

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"Papa!" a happy Sarada greeted Sasuke. "You're braver than I thought!" she then rushed to her training.

Sasuke smirked. "She's right. It was that easy. I should've done it earlier."

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Meanwhile, Sakura told everyone who asked why she was so happy. Every one of her friends including her master Lady Tsunade knew. "You really came here just to tell me that. Oh Sakura, my sweet summer child. Sasuke is so lucky to have you."

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 143

[chrisevansonly]

The Son I Never Had (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Momma's Late Father Leo

Summary: Chris and Papa Leo share a heart to heart, bonding with the little time he has left, Chris always make sure to let Leo know how much he means to him, and just how grateful the family is to have gotten the chance to be a part of his life 

Warnings: mentions of cancer, a bit of angst (you'll see why at the end) very wholesome and sweet

A/N: Alright, the first fic of the night is out, and we are starting with a Chris and Papa Leo fic, thank you to the anon that requested this, I did get a tad emotional writing this, but I thought their relationship needed to be highlighted. I hope you enjoy<3

Word Count: 1, 314

Chris remembers the first time he met your father 8 months into meeting you and starting to date. You two first started going out in 2012, which would have been around the same time your father was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. He kept living his life to the fullest, playing sports, finishing up his final months at work before retirement, he truly was the epitome of strength. Leo and Chris bonded right off the bat, you were an only child to your parents, and to your father, it was like he’d gotten another son, and another best friend. Chris would try and make it up to New York to spend time with him, and plan guys weekends as often as he could, and the stories he would bring home, followed by the phone call from your father to talk about the exact same thing made your heart swell. Both of them were football fans and surprisingly they enjoyed to fish together, for Chris, he felt like it was the company and the conversation that made it fun. It didn’t matter if they spent an hour, four or a whole day on the water, there was never a dull moment. Like when the sun was going down and Chris and Leo were sat out on the dock at your summer cabin a few hours from your home in Massachusetts. The crickets starting to chirp back and forth as they watched the sun start to make its decent so the moon could make its appearance

“I have to be honest, I’ve never felt better in my entire life” 

The cancer had been getting worse at this point and Chris could notice just how rundown and exhausted he was from the endless treatments, hospitals visits and just general life responsibilities he still had

“The cabin definitely helps to ease the mind, I’m glad we could make this happen today” 

Leo smiled

“It does, I’m glad we could too, truth be told it’s hard to know how much time I have left, but these moments make every second worth it”

Chris could already feel his throat tighten before Leo continued 

“God am I ever going to miss this place…”

“Hey, don’t say that, it’s too early to say things like that pops, we’re praying for a solution remember?”

He laughed nodding his head, to him the solution he was asking for was for the pain to end, and for him to find peace. Leo knew better than to fire back with that, he knew you and Chris were already going through a rough time, especially considering he wasn’t sure if he’d made it to meet his granddaughter

“Alright, alright fine, it’s too early, I really do just love this place”

“Me too pops.” 

When the sun started to get below the treeline and the cooler air started to blow through, Chris packed up the gear and put it in his car, getting Leo’s things and lay it on the backseat before making sure he got into the car okay. It was almost tradition for the two of them to pick up some fast food after their days out, so they did, the two men always ordering the same thing off the menu even after 7 full years of them having this tradition. Luckily enough your dad had come into town with your mom Elle, and the two of them were staying with you and Chris so the drive home, although about two hours long, was always filled with oldies music and lots of laughs. Leo would say he wasn’t a comedian, but Chris would beg to differ, nine times out of ten losing his breath at the things he’d come up with. 

By the time the car rolled into the driveway it was a little past nine at night, the lights still on in the house, both men knew you and your mother would be up playing cards, gossiping, or just preparing baby clothes for the nursery

“Can you promise me something?”

Leo’s voice almost scared Chris since they’d been sitting in silence the past few minutes

“Of course, I can, anything you want”

Leo nodded

“I need you to promise, whatever happens in the next few months, you don’t let my baby girl slip, you keep her steady, you hold her tight, and you don’t let her slip, you hear me?”

The emotion that was burning throughout the whole day was catching up to Chris, who by now, had tears lining his eyes, he nodded waiting to trust his voice 

“I promise…I won’t let her” 

“Good, lord knows she loves you more than life itself, and losing me-well losing me is going to break her, she’s going to need you, especially when I can’t be there for her” 

Leo reached over and placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder who was now feverishly trying to stop the lines of tears that were falling down his face. Leo meant the world to him too, just as much as you, and he’d been holding off on facing the reality that there was a very real possibility you two would be losing him

“I p-promise I’ll get her through this, I will”

“I know son…I know” 

When they finally managed to get out of the car, Chris waited for your dad, and when he came around the front of the car, pulled Chris into a hug, holding him tight

“You are the son I never had Chris, you know I love you just as much as my daughter, and I know this isn’t how I wanted my story to end, but knowing my baby girl has you, and soon that little girl I know you’ll both cherish to pieces, if and when I do go, I know I’m not leaving her to sink…I’m leaving her to float.” 

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Chris didn’t know how long he’d been sitting down in front of the headstone, the grass was cold underneath him, the sky filling with clouds, anytime he came to visit, that thought, some of the last moments he had with your father played like a record in his head. Every day he wishes he could snap his fingers and go back in time to spend a little more time with him, ask him a few more questions, get an ounce more of advice…but he’d suffice for sitting here and spending time talking to him instead

“Arlie would have loved you pops…she’s getting bigger and bigger every day, I’m hoping she stays small forever”

He sniffles softly 

“Your baby girl’s doing well too, she has better days, grief seems to be hitting both of us at weird times, but who ever said mourning was easy, we could use some of that humour of yours now…to be honest we could use you…”

Light droplets of rain began to fall from the storm clouds that had filtered into the skies above, signaling to Chris his time was up, he needed to get back to you and the baby anyway, most definitely in need of one of your famous hugs

“I love you pops, I’ll keep my word on your promise, never forgot it…”

There really is no way to describe the feeling of losing someone you love, the hole in your chest that never quite fills up or the little things throughout the day that remind you of them. There is no instruction manual or how to book on moving on and continuing to live when that someone passes on, and Chris knew that, and he knew you did too. There was only holding onto loved ones, sharing stories, and hoping they’d see you from above, proud, and happy for the little goals you set. You and Chris would get through this, you both knew you would, and with Arlie Mae, you knew she’d help you get past the storm, one day at a time. 

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[writer-in-theory]

tiny fingerprints on coffee pots — spencer reid

request: Hello ! May i request Spencer getting up, making his coffee then his child (girl or boy) running to him and cuddling his legs while babbling and Spencer goes all soft ? 🥺 Thank you ! ❤️ summary: spencer’s favorite part of the day is the mornings spent getting ready for the day with his daughter. pairing: spencer reid & daughter!oc, spencer reid x gn!reader (mentioned, mostly) category: fluff content warnings: mention of adoption court word count: 1.1k a/n: hi y'all!! this is very very technically an addition to my fic "i'm dreaming of a white christmas" but no one needs to read that to enjoy this one.

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Mornings never used to be Spencer’s favorite time of day. Everything was too rushed, too loud, and overstimulating. He’d wake up in his apartment to the sounds of an entire city getting ready for the day, rushing to work alongside all of the others who always seemed to wake up far too late. The loneliness of the morning wasn’t quite like that of a late night—those hours when the only company left was the moon, where secrets could be elicited to the sky without anyone awake to hear. 

Then again, he’d never had you and Mira before.

Hotch had told him, that day after the court session that gave you and him guardianship of little Mireya, that his entire life would change with a kid. The man had told him that it was the little things that seemed to change the most, the small moments in his daily life that would soon become so entwined with you and Mira that Spencer would never be able to imagine a life before.

Honestly, he’d just never expected Hotch to be so right. Because there he was now, padding out to the kitchen with a smile fighting for more real estate on his face at the thought of beginning his morning routine. These few simple minutes at the start of his day were easily some of Spencer’s favorites, if only because of his precious miracle daughter.

A doorknob rattling, the sound of old hinges squealing as the door was thrown open, little feet stomping out to chase him down the hallway. “Daddy!” that familiar little voice squealed before Spencer could remind her to be quiet if only so you could have a few more minutes of sleep.

“Good morning, Mira,” Spencer cooed, bending down so he could scoop his daughter up to hold her against his hip. “Have any good dreams?”

“I dreamed I was a tech queen like Auntie Penny.”

Spencer laughed, knowing the term must have come from the tech wizard herself. “Really? Is that what you want to do when you grow up?” The thought of little Mira growing up both pained and excited Spencer. He knew the little girl would do wonderful things, but he wished he could keep her like this for a little longer—so small he could still hold her like this, her brown eyes shining with wonder and love each time she beamed up at you and him. 

“I don’t know, Daddy, that’s too far away,” Mira huffed in a dramatic fashion, making Spencer wonder just when she’d learned to roll her eyes like that.

“You’re so right, Sweet Pea, I apologize,” Spencer laughed, already following his familiar path around the kitchen. You’d moved the coffee mugs to a lower cabinet shelf so he could easily grab one with a single hand, knowing his other was usually occupied keeping your daughter close to the action. “You ready to make coffee for me?”

“I’m ready, I’m ready!” Mira squealed, prompting another shushing from Spencer, punctuated by his own barely-constrained laughter. Spencer handed over the coffee pot, moving so Mira could hold it under the stream of water from the faucet. She held it with both hands, leaving careful little fingerprints all over the sides of the glass that Spencer would have to wipe up later.

When her hands shook with the weight, Spencer moved to grab it from her hands. “I want to help too, you know, otherwise I’ll forget how to make coffee.”

“You can’t forget to make it,” Mira gasped dramatically, allowing him to take the pot from her. She was like you in many ways, fully persistent and sometimes unwilling to admit to Spencer when she needed a bit of help. Luckily, she was still young enough that it was easy to direct her attention elsewhere so there wouldn’t be a pile of glass in the sink to clean up.

“Okay, do you remember which button to push?” Spencer prompted, walking over to the coffee maker so she could lean over and press the buttons to begin brewing the coffee. Spencer beamed at the pride taking over her expression, wishing he could have these little moments with her all day long. If it wasn’t such a dangerous job, if there weren’t such high-security protocols, Spencer might just try to bring her to work every day if he could.

“Thank you so much, Sweet Pea, I wouldn’t make it to work without you,” Spencer cooed then, setting her down so he could grab her cereal and bowl. 

“Yes you would, Daddy,” Mira corrected, climbing up into her booster seat and practically spinning completely around to watch him pour her breakfast. “You’re a superhero.”

Someday, they’d have to have a talk about what he did for a living. They’d tell her about the seriousness of his job, of the biases that kind of job brought that he’d have to tackle someday, they’d have to have a discussion about her own future relationship with people in his position and how it was far more nuanced than that. But for now, Spencer could simply smile and allow her to think that yes, her Daddy was a superhero who tried his best to save people every day.

There would be a lot to talk about someday. Eventually, these mornings wouldn’t be the highlight of his days anymore. Mira would become disinterested in making his coffee with him, and would eventually begin sleeping in later and later until Spencer didn’t see her until he came home from work for the day. There would be times when she’d sleep over with her friends and there would come a day when she had her own apartment and her own morning routine to rush to. 

So Spencer took the time to memorize everything about the mornings he loved so much. Every squeak of an old door hinge, the sound of Mira’s little feet sprinting to the kitchen, all the way down to her little laugh and the tiny fingerprints decorating the sides of his coffee pot.

Because they may not have always been, but these mornings were easily Spencer’s favorite moments of the day all because of his sweet little daughter. 

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[justreadertings]

Hi, hello, is this Sweet Understanding? No. It is not. My deepest apologizes. However, I was inspired and wrote a baby oneshot that may turn into a couple of oneshots in this AU. Anyway, I super adore this one and only have one more scene to finish for SU so I hope that will be out soon! All my love- Magee

TW: implied miscarriage, mentions of cheating, talks of pregnancy and labor complications

WC: 2324

Eire

Aelin’s whole body ached, and yet, she’d never been happier. She’d been a mother for a whole three days now, and it was the greatest thing the gods could have given her. Her sweet Eire lay sleeping against her chest, breathing softly. Aelin made sure to settle into the pillows as best as she could without disturbing her daughter. She could watch her child sleep for hours and never bore it. Only the soft rapping at her open bedroom door took her out of it. 

“Fireheart, do you need anything?” 

Aelin’s heart glowed more than it ever had. Her boyfriend’s face was nearly as exhausted as she was, but he never missed a beat. He was so good to her, to their Eire. 

“I’m ok,” she said. Rowan’s green eyes swept over her, as they had constantly since she’d gone into labor. “I’m ok, you buzzard, now stop worrying so much. It’s bad for the baby,” she quipped.

“Is it?” He lifted a brow. 

“Ummhmm,” she hummed. 

Rowan came around to her side of the bed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll make sure to keep it in mind.”

Aelin patted the bed beside her. “Come here, come lay with me.”

Rowan obliged, instantly. She nestled into him, and a wave of contentment wafted over her. She hadn’t exactly had the easiest labor- hadn’t exactly had an easy pregnancy for that matter. Her entire body felt sore and tense. She was unfamiliar with it, if she had to admit, and the only time she felt truly at home in it was in the familiarity of her boyfriend’s arms.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan whispered against her forehead. “Eire gets it from you.” 

Aelin smiled softly. She’d never really had a family before this, and the comfort of it had her more at peace than she’d ever been. Aelin’s eyes began to close, her breathing turning soft. 

But their peace only lasted a few minutes, as a knock on the door jolted her awake. Both she and Rowan were quick to make sure their newborn wasn’t disturbed. 

“What time is it?” she asked, dread filling her.

Rowan looked at the clock, and let out a sigh. Aelin knew what that meant. “It’s noon.”

Her head fell backwards. “Wyrd save me,” she whispered.

Rowan pressed a kiss to both her head and then their daughter’s before getting up to get the door. Aelin pressed a million kisses to the top of Eire’s unfairly soft head, and breathed her in. 

Just a few moments later, brown hair and eyes were standing in her bedroom doorway. 

“There’s my munchkin,” Sam said.

Aelin forced a painful smile. She knew this would be hard… but she’d never expected it to be this hard. The whole situation was complicated. 

Rowan came into her life when they were teenagers, and they’d fallen in love instantly. They had this… soul connection. But circumstances with Aelin’s foster care never really worked in her favor, and after three years of dating she was shipped away the summer before her senior year. Rowan had promised that when they graduated, he’d go to wherever she was and they would be together. 

But then he’d gotten an internship all the way in Dornelle, and Aelin could not give up the opportunity to go to college. The money she’d saved up and the constant moving meant she could only afford to go to in-state schooling. But now, seven years later, they were living together with their baby. 

Well… Aelin, Rowan and Sam’s baby. Aelin had met Sam in her third year of college, and they had dated, gotten engaged, and then promptly broke up two months before Aelin found out she was pregnant. Which was right around the time Rowan Whitethorn walked into her favorite coffee shop and back into her life forever. 

And he wasn’t going away this time. Aelin planned to keep him forever. She liked to say he was “baby trapped”, but he didn’t think that was too funny. Aelin knew their story was strange, that most men wouldn’t fall in love with a woman who was carrying someone else’s child. But she was Rowan’s and Rowan was her’s. Rowan told her Eire was her, and anything that was her was something he loved.

Rowan had already lost one child. He’d told Aelin that she and Eire were his second chance at happiness. That they were the family he always feared he’d never get. 

But that family also, sadly, included Sam.

Sam had come to the hospital the day she was born, and had made plans to see her today. When Aelin asked when, Sam had just said he’d “stop by.” At two this morning, when Aelin was up feeding Eire, she’d received a text that Sam would “stop by” around noon. Rowan was doing a very good job of not strangling him.

Sam came over and looked down at Eire. 

Aelin smiled. “Gods, isn’t she beautiful?” To his credit, Sam did agree. “You want to hold her?” 

Sam nodded, and Aelin pressed another hundred kisses to her baby before passing her to Sam. When she was sure he had her, Aelin looked over to Rowan for assistance. He was by her side in an instant, and took her by the elbow to help her stand. Pain laced down her sides, down her back. All of her insides were mush, and sweat beaded on her brow. 

She was finally standing, albeit leaning into Rowan slightly. 

“Gods,” Sam said behind her. “You look awful.”

Both she and Rowan turned to look at the man. Aelin’s fingers dug into Rowan’s forearm. “Push a baby out of your vagina and we’ll talk.”

Rowan snorted. 

“Can you help me?” she gestured to their bathroom. Aelin had actually moved her side of the bed- even though she hated it- to be closer to their on-suite. Rowan slid his arm around her, and pain again sliced through her. Her doctor said she’d have to accept that her own healing would take time. Her pregnancy had had its fair share of complications, and she’d had several surgeries in the aftermath, all while dealing with the intense fear that her child was not ok. Eire had gotten stuck on her pelvic bone during labor, and Aelin was sure that her life was flashing before her eyes when her doctor began pushing and prying to get her out. 

But they were here, they were ok, they were healthy and above all else- alive. But Aelin really, really, really didn’t need to be mocked about it. 

“You don’t want me to help?” Sam asked. 

Aelin just kept on her way to the bathroom. Sam hadn’t exactly been thrilled about Rowan being in Aelin’s life. He’d been difficult through the whole thing, complaining that Rowan was at every event with her, that he was there for the birth, even though Aelin had invited Sam and he hadn’t shown up. Sam arrived an hour later, and met Eire when Aelin was in surgery, so neither she, nor Rowan was there to give the ok. 

But Eire was Sam’s too, and she just had to accept that. Sam, however, had to accept Eire was also Rowan’s. 

Once Aelin had cursed at Rowan to let her pee in peace, she could hear the men sit in uncomfortable silence on the other side of the door. Despite them now being in each other’s lives for nearly a year, they hadn’t exactly warmed up to each other. Rowan was adamant that Sam hadn’t treated her right, and wasn’t a huge fan. He only played nice because he knew how difficult life could be for both her and Eire if they outwardly hated each other. 

Sam had bitched about Rowan since the day they met, claiming that Rowan was just a “rebound”. He’d actually ruined her baby shower by giving a far too detailed toast about how, despite them being broken up, the baby had to have gotten there “somehow” in front of all of her closest friends. Rowan had nearly killed him until his best friends took care of the tipsy baby-daddy so he could be there for her. 

Aelin’s emotions had been so up and down then, she’d cried for hours after the party before marching over to Sam’s apartment to cuss him out. Ever since then, they’d all been very stiff around each other. Nearly everything they spoke about was baby-related. Aelin thought that was for the best. 

After she was done, her body was furious that she’d done anything out of the norm, and cramps began to invade her lower half. She called out for Rowan who was there in seconds. 

“Is something wrong?”

She shook her head, hands braced on the counter. “It’s like last night,” she told him.

He ran a soothing hand down her back, and of course, Eire began to cry again. Aelin hung her head for a moment, before moving back to the bedroom. She sat on the end of her bed, and gestured for Sam to give her the baby.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Aelin’s finger lightly caressed Eire’s tiny cheek. “I don’t know, I just fed her.”

“Did you do it right?”

She looked up at him to see if he was joking. He wasn’t. “Yes, Sam. I fed her right.”

He leaned back to rest against the wall. “I just didn’t know. Big guy over here made me leave when that boob expert came in.”

“The lactation consultant?” Rowan asked, and Aelin could hear the frustration in his voice. 

“Whatever.”

Eire still fussed, so Aelin rocked and cooed at her, and even smelled her, but she didn’t need to be changed. After a few minutes, Aelin looked at Rowan and offered up a smile.

Her boyfriend sighed. “It’s not going to work every time,” he told her, reaching for the baby. 

Aelin pursed her lips. “You’ll see.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, but, just as Aelin implied, he began to hum to their daughter. He hummed and held her right to his chest, where she settled and promptly fell back asleep. 

“Hate to say I told you so, but…” Aelin mused.

“Quiet,” he warned, playfully.

Sam was watching them with narrowed eyes. Aelin turned to him. “I hate that she’s so fussy right now. I really wanted you to get a chance to be with her.” 

Despite how complicated everything was, she would never deny someone as important as Eire’s father the chance to love her. Aelin knew one day, everyone Eire ever met would love her, but that should start with the people who were to raise her. 

“You don’t find it weird that you took her out of my hands to give to him?”

Aelin frowned. “I don’t find anything weird about one of her parents holding her, no.”

Sam huffed. “Maybe you’re just too hormonal to see how fucked up this is, but maybe in a few days you’ll come to your senses.”

“Excuse me?” Aelin asked. “If you’re implying that I’m not doing what’s best for my child you’ve got a whole lot coming.”

Sam shook his head. “I just think that maybe you’re trying to punish me.”

Aelin narrowed her brows, and Rowan watched with careful eyes while still rocking Eire. “Trying to punish you?”

“Yeah. You, doing all this, messing with everything… I already apologized for what happened with Lysandra-”

Aelin stood- which hurt like hell, but was necessary to get her point across. “What ‘happened with Lysandra’ was that you asked her to sleep with you, and when she said no, you called her crazy and messaged her boyfriend to flip the story. And when she told me, you gaslit me and tried to make me think I made it up.” Aelin could nearly see red. “And after a fifteen hour labor, three surgeries, and two days with no sleep, do you really think this is a fight you want to start with me? Because I survived all that, and let me tell you, Sam Courtland, I can survive you too.”

Sam shook his head at her. “You know what, I’ll just be absent from our daughter's life, just like you want.”

“What I want is a cherry soda, and about six bowls of Fruit Loops. What I need is for you to look at every single invitation I’ve sent to you about our daughter’s checkups, and how included I’ve made you in all this. What I need is for you to grow up and be a father. If not, there’s the door!”

With that, Aelin sat back down on the bed, and stuck out her arms so she could hold her baby. Rowan gently placed Eire back in her arms, and all of her pent up anger melted away. Rowan pressed his lips to her head, and she was very confident that she desperately needed that. 

Sam left about two minutes later with an annoyed, “call you tomorrow.” 

Aelin only waved a dramatic goodbye, promising that she’d have a real talk about arguing in front of their daughter on another day. 

Rowan braced his hand around her waist as they sat on the edge of their bed. “I’m proud of you, Fireheart.”

All of her fight gave out to exhaustion, and she leaned against him. “Eire is three days old and I’ve already yelled in front of her.”

Rowan shook his head. “You weren’t yelling. And besides, I’m sure she’ll want to see how fierce her mama is.”

Aelin smiled against his shoulder. “Thank you. You’re so calm.” She glanced up at him. “I might need some of that.”

“All in due time, my love.”

Aelin leaned in and Rowan bent down to place a kiss on her lips. With the puppy snores of the baby in her arms, and the soft kiss from the love of her life, Aelin knew despite the chaos and the exhaustion- her life was looking pretty great. 

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[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Seventeen: Honor and Endearment Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. masterlist

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DAEGON PUTS HIS CUP BACK DOWN, hearing a cough behind him and turning around to see his cousin behind him choking to death. A gasp erupts from the hall as Saera runs towards her nephew, with Daemon chasing after the servant who poured their glass. Daegon had tears streaming down his eyes as his mother tried to save his cousin.

The King stands up as armed guards began to flood the halls. "What are you doing? Call for a maester!" Saera yells as she tries to open the boy's tunic, hoping that it would allow him more breath. "Is he alright?" Daegon asks as his tears began to cloud his eyes, his arms grasping his mother's red gown.

In all of Rhaenyra's children, he was closest with Lucerys. They grew up together — and Daegon defended him when he took Aemond's eye. What the both of them had was kinship, and brotherhood. One that he didn't wish to be taken away so soon.

One of the maesters try to aid the boy, as his face began to turn purple — mirroring his mother's eyes. "Don't just stand there, lest it be your head!" Saera yells as Daemon pins the servant down from behind them. The wedding becoming a spectacle, one that the minstrels would sing of for years to come.

Lucerys' hands tightened around his neck, and on his aunt's gown. A battle occurring with his body, his mind not allowing him to give up so soon. The maester gathers all his herbs and mixes them together, trying to ignore the blood that was beginning to spill from the Prince's nose. "Fuck," he curses as he throws the servant to one of the Kingsguards. Watching as his nephew began to lose his life.

The Maester shoves the herbs down his throat, praying to the gods that the young prince would live. "What's happening?" Daegon questioned as he buried his face in his mother's chest. He knew that he shouldn't show weakness — especially at court, but he couldn't stop crying. As he sees his closest friend claw for breath.

Lucerys' face turned black, his nose and eyes both leaking a red substance. His mouth beginning to bubble, as his organs reach its collapse. The Maester presses his hand upon Lucerys' neck, feeling no pulse. He lowers his head and removes his cap, staring at Princess Saera with a sorry expression.

"What happened?" Saera questioned, with Daemon kneeling beside her. "I did all I could, my lady. But the poison was too strong." the man reasoned as he kept his head low. Fearing the wrath of the White Princess. Saera's lips shudder, as her hands reach for her nephew's body, which was swollen and beaten.

She places his head on her lap, as tears flowed from her eyes. Mourning for the sweet summer child.

In the far distance, Arrax roars in pain.

IT WAS STILL DARK. Just moments after Daegon watched his cousin choke. He couldn't find himself returning to the castle — the memories were still fresh from his mind. Instead, he found solace outside Kingslanding, far from the schemings of his family.

It was an open field. He could hear the crickets chirp, as the fireflies began their flight. He loved this piece of heaven, he loved forgetting about his problems.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, following the light from the fireflies. Ensnared by their beautiful dance. He sits down, keeping a dagger in his side. He was still wary of his surroundings, fearing betrayal.

In the far distance, a dragon roars. And his neck twists in curiosity. He stands up and dusts his tunic, pretending that the events an hour ago didn't happen. He walks towards the source of the sound, thinking that it was Arrax mourning his rider's death.

But he was mistaken, because what laid in front of him was a wild dragon. Its scales were a darker shade than Melarys, its eyes were wild and untrained. He blows his fire and to Daegon's surprise it was green.

His hands reach towards its snout, forgetting about his mother's warnings about wild-dragons. "Hello," he greets as he pets the dragon with a sad smile. The dragon purrs in return, staring at the boy.

Daegon wondered if this was Cannibal or the Sheep-stealer. But knowing that both of the dragons should be in Dragonmont or Dragonstone, he wondered if this one was for him.

"You've come a long way," he says as the dragon points to his back, telling the rider to mount him. Daegon's heart flutters — a mysterious feeling embracing him. His hand slides across its scales as his body musically walked towards its back.

He's heard about mounting wild-dragons. His uncle Daemon's dragon was a wild one too — but Caraxes was tamed by Prince Aemon. He takes a deep breath, not worrying about the lack of saddles on his mount. His hands wrap tightly around its scales. His eyes lightened as his body lifted off the ground.

The Dragon lifted off the ground as Grey Ghost, and came down as Lucerian, mount of Daegon.

SAERA WAS CLOTHED IN ARMOR. The Dark Sister was placed in her left hand, as her dragon, Melarys, stood menacingly. In front of her was the servant who was kneeling in agony. But no mercy would come for him, for he has taken her nephew.

"Who was it that ordered you to poison Prince Luce's drink?" she questioned as she pointed the sword to his neck. Warning him of the fate that was about to come. The man would not answer. His eyes remained close and his tongue held no words.

Daemon leans on the wall, chuckling bitterly as the man took a sharp breath. "One word from the Princess and you will burn." he threatened while the man still took on his vow of silence. Saera's ears rang, anger pulsating through her veins.

"Do you not fear me?" she questioned as her dragon roared from behind her. "Do you not fear being Melarys' next meal?" she added as she looked at him with bloodthirsty stare. Watching as every atom in his body cringed.

Daemon takes a step forward, placing a hand on Melarys' snout. "There are other ways to get his answer, my love." he pointed at Caraxes as the man shook slightly. He couldn't fear a dragon now — when his family's life depended on it.

Daemon kneels down to his level, taking his hand and placing it on the cold ground. He was merciless when it came to his blood. He'd kill the man if it weren't for the information he had.

He reaches for his wife's hand which held his sword, and swiftly raised it and cut his hand clean. The man screams in agony, as Saera glares at her husband. "You're supposed to ask a question before chopping things." she reminds as the Prince chuckles.

"That was only a warning for what's to come of him." he muttered as the man clutched his hand, blood tainting the stone-ground. "The poison was not meant for Prince Lucerys!" he cries as he lays on the ground, his entire body coated with blood.

"It was for Prince Daegon." he added with a sob, fearing the wrath of Daemon. His eyes turned dark, already planning the death of those that seek to kill his son. "Daegon?" Saera frowns, already having a culprit in the back of her mind.

Daegon bit his lips, planning to chop the culprit into fine little pieces — to sauté them and feed them to the culprit's family. His shoed foot lands on the man's wounded arm, squeezing it until more blood comes out. The servant yells in pain, as his eyes flowed with tears.

"Who commanded you to kill my son?" he questioned as the pressure on his foot became harder. "It was —" the man chokes as Daemon adds the Dark Sister on the sides of his neck.

"It was Larys Strong!" the man yells as Daemon lets him go.

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