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supernaturalstilinski · 1 year

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She's Ours

Aemond & Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: cursing,yk the typical Targaryen incest,she/her pronouns, breeding kink, 18+, MDNI

Requested by @themotherofhorses :ok so here’s my idea !!Im obsessed with the idea of aemond & aegon being in love with their niece, and back on Drift mark, aegon and aemond propose a marriage between them and their younger niece (who’s either the trueborn daughter of daemon or laenor bc her pure valyrian is what pulls them in). aemond claims vhagar essentially as a wedding gift while aegon promises to talk to their mother to instead betroth helaena to jace and them two to their niece. however, the entire drama ensues, and the brothers “lose” their niece before anything can be done. cue the time jump, they’re older, aegon is about to wed helaena against his will, when he suggests to aemond that they sneak off to dragonstone and “claim” their niece as their own.

A/n: I loved this idea and sorry it took a while to figure out how I should do it!

~Young Aemonds Pov~

“You’re staring at her.” Aemond jumps at the sound of his brothers voice and turns to look at him. “ she is beautiful,maybe mother would let us marry her.” Aegon says while looking at his brother. “Mother hates any of our sisters children I don’t think she would.” Aemond thought about it, he always had. Him and Aegon have been thinking about this idea for months now but they have to play it safe or else mother will definitely not allow it. “If you want to prove to y/n that you love her then claim a dragon, a perfect wedding gift and I will talk to mother.” Aegon did really think his brother was going to go through with it.

-3 days later-

~Your Pov~

Waking up from the sound of your chamber doors opening, you turn to see your sisters Rhaena and Baela running in with panicked looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” You rub your eyes trying to wake up. “Someone took Vhagar!” Baela replies. “Shit!” Getting up and putting something over your nightgown to cover you. Opening your door, you run outside with your sisters trailing behind.

Once you’re outside you see Vhagar landing and Aemond getting off. Shocked and confused on how he got her to trust him. ”Uncle what are you doing?” “Claiming my dragon dear neice.” Before you could reply Rhaena beats you too it. “You have no right! She was mine to claim!”

“Then you should’ve claimed her, maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” Aemond snakily replied. It’s like everything flashed before your eyes. Seeing the others punch Aemond while he’s on the ground. “stop it! Right now!” Rushing over to Aemond. “Get off him.” Pushing them away. Finally getting them to separate. You thought that was the end of it,but nothing could have predicted what was about to happen as you see the blade reach aemonds face. Screaming he falls to the ground. You rush over trying to help him stop the bleeding but nothing was helping. “What did you do!? Leave and go to mother.” You watch the guards take Aemond to the maesters. Leaving you to follow.

A week later Rhaenyra, Daemon and the kids where all packed up and headed to Dragonstone. You on the other hand didn’t want to leave your uncles, you were close with them, and your mother didn’t like it one bit. Making you come along you watch as your uncles begged their mom to let you stay. They were heartbroken, they didn’t get to ask their mother about the hopes in marrying you. You hug them one last time before following your mother.

~ Years later~

You get down from Vermithor to see your mother waiting for you. Running your hand across his scales soothing him. He may be a grumpy old man but he’s a beauty and a stubborn one at that. It took a while to get him to trust you but in the end it was worth it. Having no dragon as a babe was tough, your father Daemon didn’t like the fact his daughter didn’t have one. He even questioned if you where his at one point. Shaking those thoughts away, you walk up to your mother. “You have another letter” Rhaenyra says looking at you, questioning if she should be looking at these letters you get almost every day.

Taking the letter from her hands, you thank her before walking to your chambers. It's a daily thing your uncles do, send you a letter every time they get a chance to.

~ Aemond's Pov~

Watching Aegon beg for something was weird for Aemond, especially begging his mother to wed him to their niece instead of Helaena but she was adamant refusing to change her mind. "You will be wed to your sister in four days." Alicent says as they watched their mother walk off after stating her decision is final.

"We need to go to Dragonstone." Aegon turns towards Aemond thinking of an idea. "And what would we do that for?" Aegon looks at him and replies "to take our niece as ours. Mother will have no say when we take our nieces maidenhood." Aemond raises a brow at his brother for such a thought, but he ponders it thinking how tight her pussy would be around his cock as he fucks his seed deep into her. Groaning at the thought he feels his cock harden and agrees.

As they head over to the Dragon Pit they both can’t help but let their mind wander with disgusting thoughts about their niece making them speed up to the pit feeling the need to claim her.

~ Your Pov~

You say your final good nights to your mother before heading to your chambers. As you walk in you see your maidens already have a bath ready for you. Stripping bare, you settle in,closing your eyes. They start with washing your hair, then onto your body after not hearing the door open. Suddenly you don’t feel their hands anymore. But no longer than a minute later their hands are back on you. The sound of the door shutting, makes you jump and open your eyes to only be met with the two princes. You gasp not expecting their intrusion before realizing they kicked your maidens out and seeing the rags are now in their hands. Sitting up, you hug them both ignoring the fact that you are bare under the bubbles.” How on earth did you guys get in here?,does my mother know? She will kill you guys!” You panic looking around before feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Your mother does not know we are here, now let’s keep it that way dear niece.” Aemond pushes your hair out of your face while leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Marry us” you could have sworn you hard your neck snap with how fast you turned your head to Aegon. Not knowing what to say, you sit there in shock.”you keep your mouth open like that I might just want to shove my cock into it.” Much to Aegons surprise you reply back, “what if I want your cock in my mouth?” “Such a dirty girl, have you been thinking about your uncles? Fucking yourself to our letters hm?” Suddenly you feel a wave of pleasure making you take your eyes off Aegon over to Aemond. Whimpering feeling him rub your already sensitive clit before slipping a finger into you. You grip his arm at the sudden intrusion. Aemond feels you buck your hips against his hand trying to catch your release but right before you break, he pulls his hand away. He hears a small whine before reassuring you that you’ll get to cum but only on their cocks. Getting out of the cold tub, you grip their pants unbuttoning their bottoms one by one but before you could finish Aegon grips your hands and pulls you towards him and slams his lips on yours. You feel Aemond pressed up behind you already naked. Tilting your head back feeling the light kisses he places on your neck before picking you up and laying you on your bed. Aegon gets undressed as Aemond hovers over you. He grips his cock and rubs it up and down your lips before slowly pushing into you. Groaning he leans his head into your neck and pushes all the way in. He looks down at you after lifting his head before asking if you are okay. With a quick nod, you wrap your legs around him in hopes he will start to move, which he takes as a hint and slowly starts moving. “So fucking tight.” He groans quickening his pace. You look over at Aegon seeing him fuck his cock with his hand making you clench around Aemond, pulling a few curses from the one eyed man above you.” You want my brothers cock in your mouth?hm? need to have your uncles cocks to feel fucked out like a whore.” You nod but that wasn’t enough for Aemond “beg for it” “please uncle I need you in my mouth,please I’ll be a good girl.” Whining feeling Aemond quicken his pace at your begging. Aegon walks up to you with his cock in his hand and taps it on your lips making you open your mouth. You feel hands grip your long platinum white hair that matches theirs. Aegon thrusts roughly not giving you a chance to get used to his size in your mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels heavenly” Aegon curses as you moan around his cock. “Yeah you like that huh such a little cock slut, I’m gonna stuff you so full of my seed, gonna make you a muña, you would like that, give us our heirs, keep you full of our seed every year, round with our children.” Whimpering you clench around Aemond. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Aegon thrusts harder before looking down at you asking if your close.Pulling away for a second you mumble a quick yes before reaching up and jerking off the rest of aegon that you can’t fit in your mouth. Freezing you climax clenching down cumming.You feel Aemond gripping your hips, knowing there will be bruising in the morning.

Aemond lays against you coming down from his high before kissing your forehead and lying next to you. Wiping your lips free of Aegons release you suck your finger into your mouth while making eye contact with him. Moving away he settles between your legs pumping his length already hard again. “Did you really think I was finished darling?” He chuckles before thrusting into you for round two.

A/n: Sorry if some things were messed up didn't fully proofread. This was my first House of Dragon smut so bear with me. Also, I didn't want to use High Valyrian really in this story until I'm more comfortable with writing the characters. Hope you guys liked it!

Requests are open!

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multifandomwriter56 · 8 months

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Karissa's 31 Days of October Fun

Day: 1

Prompt: "I bet you can't catch a leaf." from this.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: Shelby family x Shelby!Reader, Sister!Reader

Warnings: language

It was a chilly day, the leaves falling for the first time for the autumn weather.

Y/n Shelby was awoken by an overly excited Finn who kept rambling about a road trip.

"Shut up, Finn! I'm sleeping!" She snapped as she covered her face with her quilt.

"Come on, Y/n." The eleven year old whines at his sister. "Tommy said we have to be downstairs in five minutes or else he's not going to take us."

The youngest Shelby frowns at her brother even though her face is hidden by the quilt. "Fuck off, Finn. Tommy doesn't take us anywhere." Not anymore, at least.

Finn pulls the quilt until it falls to the floor, ignoring his sister's threats. "Y/n, come on! I don't want to go by meself. It'll be more fun if you go."

She smiles at his confession. The two youngest Shelby's do almost everything together. Their Aunt Polly has always had a love/hate relationship with the fact that they stick together constantly.

"Oi! Finn! Is she coming or what?" John yells from the bottom of the stairs.

"She won't get up!" Finn yells back.

"Oi! Stop fucking yelling inside!" Polly scolds from somewhere in the kitchen.

Y/n groans. She's about to yell for everyone to fuck off when ten digits jab into her ribs. She turns to punch John, but freezes when she realizes it's not John.

No... it's the last brother she would've ever guessed.

"Tommy, stop!"

"Then get the fuck up and let's go." Tommy orders with no heat in his voice. He's too pleased with himself with catching his sister off guard.

When Tommy removes his fingers from her sides, Y/n moves as far as she can without having to get up. "Where are we going?"

"We're going for a drive."

Immediately, Y/n is on edge, her eyes narrowing. "Tommy Shelby never does anything without a reason. What gives?"

Tommy's eyebrows disappear underneath his hair. "I'm your big brother. I ask the questions around here."

"Then how am I to learn if I don't ask questions, eh?"

"Oi! I say we leave her." John pipes in.

Sensing that Tommy might agree with their brother, she pulls herself out of bed. "I'll go."

Eyebrows still raised high, Tommy questions his sister's change of attitude. "Why?"

Y/n shrugs her shoulders. "If you're wanting to drive your siblings around, either you've gone mad or something crazy's going to happen." She pauses, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "And I want to be there for either one."

Tommy chuckles. Y/n has been the only person to ever give him so much cheek without retribution.

***

The ride itself would have only taken thirty minutes, but with the Shelby clan, it was closer to an hour.

When Tommy parks the car on the side of the road that cuts through the middle of a field of grass with a few trees nearby, Y/n for sure thinks her brother has gone mad. "Where are we?"

Her question is ignored by everyone as they all start piling out. Seeing she has no other choice, she follows them.

She watches as Polly and Ada lay down three different blankets side by side while her brothers unload the car.

"Picnic? We're having a picnic?"

"Aw, John. Our little girl is growing up. She knows what a picnic is." Arthur teases before taking a sip of what Y/n assumes is a bottle of whiskey.

"Come help us with the food, love." Polly calls.

"I'm must be dreaming." Y/n mutters as she obeys her aunt.

The Shelby family enjoys the food, the quiet, and each other's presence. The youngest Shelby doesn't remember the last time she was this happy.

Just when she thought she couldn't be happier, the wind picks up, forcing the dead leaves to fall from the trees.

Finn jumps up and starts trying to grab the leaves before they touch the ground.

Wanting to join in on the fun, Y/n stands to her feet and runs to her brother's side. A few minutes later, John joins them. Then Arthur. And then Ada.

Y/n laughs as John tries to climb up Arthur's back to grab a big, beautiful yellow leaf; which causes them both to fall to the ground. She looks over at the only brother not participating, sitting by their aunt.

She runs over to them, a mischievous smirk in place. "I bet you can't catch a leaf." She taunts him.

Tommy's smile reflects her own. "I can't, eh?" He glances at their aunt who shakes her head no. "Well, I must prove you two women wrong." He stands to his feet, grabbing Y/n and throwing her over his shoulder.

Y/n giggles in delight. Tommy's been too busy with his new woman to be around his siblings.

Just when Y/n thought she could die from happiness, a cold feeling runs through her body. She blinks, hoping the feeling will go away.

"Get up, Y/n! I need your help in the betting shop!"

Y/n frowns when she realizes she's not outside any more; but back in her room. She looks at Ada, who is holding an empty bucket. She looks down and sees that she is soaking wet.

"What? But- We were-" She looks to her sister for help. "Tommy was just-"

Ada's anger melts away. Y/n had another dream. "Tommy's not here, Y/n." She reminds her softly. "The boys are still at war."

The cold feeling runs through her body again.

Right. Her three older brothers are fighting in the war. The rest of them are trying to keep the family business going.

Any hope she has left dies. Life will never be the same.

Peaky Blinders: @raincoffeeandfandoms @runnning-outof-time @zablife @lovemissyhoneybee

#karissa's 31 days of october fun #day 1 #shelby!reader #shelby family #peaky blinders

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ge · 10 months

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what do you like about rotmhs? like what draws you in?

GAHH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKEDDD at the top of my head thhe top three things i felt really drew me into and made me fall in love w rotmhs is the found family/bonds before blood narrative, the action/fight scenes, and the comedy..

rotmhs is not a romance and i feel like that really pushes people away from reading it, especially folks who were first introduced to east asian novels through bl (specifically mxtxs novels like mdzs tgcf etc etc) which i feel is incredibly disappointing because yallre missing out on a certain depth of writing and nuance you otherwise wouldnt get in a romance focused novel. (orv is another extremely popular knovel with no romance.. if you like orv PLEASE give rotmhs a shot)

rotmhs is about a dead man resurrected a hundred years into the future having to come to terms w the fact that everyone he loved is dead and that the only home he ever had was destroyed, its inhabitants and centuries worth of teachings burned to the ground, and that it was partially his fault these things happened, so in order to prevent a future catastrophe he knows is on the horizon, he trains the youth of this new generation and finds a new home surrounded by ghosts in the wreckage of his home of his past

⬆️…very dramatic but somewhat accurate barebones synopsis of rotmhs which is fairly faithful enough methinks.. rotmhs doesnt make a point of going ‘heyy these guys are family nowww theyre brothers and sisters and love each other like familyyy’ LOL the growth is very subtle and before u can really blink ur like ‘oh man.. chung myung would kill for these kids. obliviously though. i dont think he knows he even likes them’ all the while hes still aching w the loss of his loved ones before.. if we’re being really really honest chung myung, the mc, truly is the star of the show and a character i got attached to incredibly quickly.. hes so stupid but so smart he has so many issues i want to hit him with my car then nurse him back to health just to hit him again

chung myung himself is a whole other thing i could get into but he has so many layers.. so much depth.. on the surface ud look at him and think what a punk but look a little closer and then ud think oh this punk has depression ptsd survivors guilt hallucinations etc etc LIKE DAMN.. I THIUGHT HE WAS JUST A FUNNY LITTLE GUY WHYD I GET SUCKER PUNCHED

what was i even talking about. OH right romance. please please dont let the lack of romance dissuade you, imo it is soooo refreshing to read something that isnt focused on romance like i love yaoi like the next bl reading bitch but damn.. ive always been into found family and while the bl novels i have read did always have a little hint of it, i always wanted more and rotmhs fills that void

(that being said i cant stop yall from shipping if yall want LOL im guilty of shipping charas too despite everythiing i just said… if yall want yalls yaoiyuri fix may i direct yalls attention to the ‘doomed by the narrative, tragic best-friends-to-almost-lovers tangchung’ & ‘love at first sight sweethearts iseolsoso’ ….. :SMILES: I LOVE TANGCHUNG..!!!!!!)

NEXT, the action and fight scenes in rotmhs, even in written text form, are sublime to say the least.. my fail cis dudebro trait is that i love crazy insane adrenaline rushing heart pumping shounen-esque battles so much that i could typically care less for the rest of that specific piece of media as long as the fights are good.. FORTUNATELY FOR ME rotmhs is crazy good at balancing its comedy, action, and otherwise more ‘mundane’ scenes together so harmoniously that its such fun read even when theres no swords crossing or heads being beaten in

also important to note, despite being a knovel w korean naming of characters/places, rotmhs actually takes place in ancient china in a wuxia setting so jumping head first into it wont be all that confusing for first time readers/cmedia fans and u can use ur knowledge of cnovels to fill in the gaps.

theres not really much more i have to say on the topic of fighting, im just personally a huge fan of the crazy spectacles rotmhs brings to the table.

saved this for last but THE COMEDY…!!!!!!!! after being soo dramatic w all my previous points and comments ur probably thnkng rotmhs is heavy and somber w no breathing room.. WELL YOURE WRONG. ROTMHS IS FUNNY AS HELL quips and jokes and simple funny actions and scenes litter nearly every page. i mentioned this novel balances its action and comedy well and im NOT LYING youd think maybe the heavy action and light comedy would awkwardly clash but u cldnt be more further from the truth.. rotmhs wears action and comedy like a pair of twin gloves

rotmhs handles its action and comedy in equal doses and it all fits together like matching puzzle pieces, like i really cant stress enough how fun it is to read. not every fight scene is somber, most of the time its chung myung oneshotting someone by hitting them across the head so hard they pass out..

unfortunately im not really the best at listing instances so its be better for u to go read it for urself but this scene from one of the later chapters is soo funny every time i read it i start giggling

(LIGHT/MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL it probably doesnt even matter u wont even remember this when u start reading)

right so i think thats most of it.. too lazy to read through everything i just wrote so if nothing makes sense… well. …well!

rotmhs deserves to have the same amount of fame as ORV and MDZS and TGCF have and it is my civil duty as one of the oldest mxtx novel outlets on tumblr to put yall on it..

my thumbs hurt from typing so im done now but if u have anymore questions PLEASE ASK IM SO DESPERATE TO TALK ABOUT ROTMHS ok byyyeeeeeeee

#rotmhs #rotbb #return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect

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carefulfears · 1 year

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@amplifyme thank you lovely! answering these one by one <3

top 5 underrated MSR moments

(i’m still not feeling well so this may not be coherent lol, just gonna ramble a bit)

1/ redux ii - "because i knew you'd talk me out of it if i was making a mistake"

this is my favorite line delivery of the series. it carries so much weight. he hasn't stopped smiling at her the entire time she's been in the hospital, trying to alleviate how much she worries about leaving him alone, and at times it is forced, but not here.

when he tells her that he was lost the night before, but found his way when he was with her. and explains to her the situation that he is in, the choice that he's been given, the decision that he's made. and she asks why he came to see her if he'd already made up his mind.

the way that he laughs and chokes through tears at the same time when he responds, "because i knew you'd talk me out of it if i was making a mistake."

it's almost ridiculous to say out loud, in the end, because it's the end. it's a foregone conclusion, and it's so so limited.

the look on her face says so much. there is so much grief in being needed. it doesn't last forever. it might not even last the rest of the day, she might not live long enough to ever find out if he's walking into that hearing to make a mistake. how can either of them do anything but cry and laugh in the face of that??

she's on her deathbed and he's flashing that smile at her so maybe she won't worry, like he did when he knelt before her in a surveillance unit and handed over his gun, a lifetime (or two years) before, trying to make it all okay. but how could it be okay when this person needs her like this? when it's all so fragile? when tomorrow, maybe, there won't be anyone to listen to him and tell him if he's making a mistake.

it aches to be depended on.

"you are going to die in your best friend's arms. and you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, because you've memorized it, it's all you know." (richard siken planet of love)

she's going to die in her best friend's arms, and it's funny, because what is there to do except choke out a laugh through tears?

2/ sein und zeit - "she was trying to tell you to stop"

this is tough as nails love.

this is the dirty work that no one can bear. this is being willing to tell someone what they need to hear, and to stay for the fallout.

i love this episode, and this whole scene is such an intense and important moment in who their characters are.

she gets down on the floor. she looks him in the eye and tells him the truth, even when her voice wavers. she holds steady in the midst of his lashing out, his eruptive grief, his inability to accept the facts that she cut through skin and bone to find. she grabs him and holds him tight and rocks him on the ground.

i always think of this quote from audries' throat, eye, and knucklebone:

"Sometimes she wishes he’d get some kind of universal object permanence. Actually practice the world-weariness he preaches with his tired eyes and dingy kitchen. Learn to anticipate the punch or else to slip and roll with it. It’s all incongruent - leaves her there cursing God and rocking him on the floor and all the while thinking you should know better at no one in particular."

mulder, who at 12-years-old, closed his eyes every time he walked into his room, because maybe his sister would be there when he opened them.

who looks up at stars and sees wandering souls, who can spin any light in the sky or water in an autopsy report into a reason why the world is still kind, despite all to the contrary. for whom "trust no one" is little more than a computer password, because he listens to everyone, believes everyone has something important to say, even cold answering machines.

he wants to believe, he comes into every situation with a bad joke and the most hopeful answer, he is rarely wrong. he still walks into every room with his eyes shut tight.

and what a thing to dedicate your life to, to spend your days with someone who sees the world this way. except, what happens when even the most complex spins and intricate theories cannot account for the dull sharp reality of loss? when there are certain things that are just too awful to be explained.

he should know better. one of them should, at least, but sometimes when you walk into every room with the most hopeful answer, you're wrong. sometimes there's just no evidence or conspiracy or mythos to be dreamed up.

his mother killed herself. she did so without saying goodbye, without telling him the "unsaid" truths she's kept secret, without leaving anything more than burnt photos of him in the trash and a message on his answering machine about how he didn't call her back. a message that he can rewind and replay a thousand times over, it still won't hold any answers. he still won't be able to figure this out.

it's horrible and painful and devastatingly human, with no grander purpose to it, and he should know better than to look. after everything that he's seen and lost and been through, he should have retained some understanding that this is the world.

but he looks anyway, with as much dedication and hope as he does everything, and there is no one there other than scully to say stop. to say this is the truth. to say these are the facts.

there is no one there other than scully for him to run up against, and she sits calmly and holds onto him.

she tells him the truth, and she tells him something else, too. she tells him that his mother wanted to tell him to let go, that she wanted to "take away his pain."

which...maybe this is true, or rather, maybe scully believes this. but scully stood in the next room when his inquiries to his mother got him little more than a slap to the face.

scully watched on tape as tena signed her son over to the devil, a hospital pen in her hand and cigarette smoke framing her face. scully's heard this voice on an answering machine too, and she never got a response either.

there's so much pain in her face as she tells him, through tears, that his mother just wanted to take his away. her own version of shut eyes and a strategic spin, this is what she has to offer.

in the following scene, it's morning now, and scully answers the door with her hair frazzled, still wearing her blouse from the day before but not her blazer.

weary from a night spent confronting the punches of the world, she's visibly exhausted when she looks at skinner and says, "it's been a hard night for him."

when mulder comes to the door, she never moves from her place in front of him, blocking him in. (she has always shared him with the world only reluctantly). as skinner tells mulder that the mother of the missing little girl in california has something to say, and she will only talk to him.

sometimes, when the worst happens, you want the person with the most hopeful answer.

skinner tells him that he's booked them two flights, and after mulder nods and walks away to get ready, scully looks at her boss and tells him that he "better book three."

tough as nails!

3/ the erlenmeyer flask - "mulder? i just want to say that i was wrong."

this moment exemplifies so much of their relationship in season one, and this is my favorite MSR. baby-faced and curious and overjoyed to know each other. they are best friends.

no one else would run up behind him on the street and stop him to tell him they were wrong, and that they should have believed him. it means so much.

when she tells him that she should have just trusted his instincts, and he replies, "why? no one else does." and she just smiles at him...season one scully has found secret treasure no one knows about. she can't believe she's getting away with hiding him in the basement.

4/ paper hearts - "but i do know you"

it's about THE INHERENT GRIEF IN BEING NEEDED!! of course a paper hearts moment was going to land on this list somewhere. my attachment to this episode knows no bounds. i could bring it into anything.

paper hearts is an ahab and starbuck episode. mulder is more haunted than we ever see him, as he spends the hour grasping at ghosts. scully's place in this episode is everything that makes her role so important, as she tries to balance hope and rationality. this is their quest, and these are their skeletons.

earlier, when roche tells mulder that he just wants to see his face when he finds samantha's body, you hear scully exclaim "oh my god" before standing up and screaming at him, opening the door and just getting mulder out.

she tries to reason, she tries to rationalize, she tries to get him away from "the darkness", but when it comes down to it, she digs in the dirt next to him with her bare hands.

i love these little moments that they always share in the end, when it's all over. there's nothing more to be done. all that's left is a tattered scrap of fabric with weary eyes looking on. she just comes in to check on him.

she gives him the results of the labs on the last heart, how there's nothing to go on, and then she tells him that they will find who that last little girl was. when he asks how, she replies that she doesn't know, "but i do know you."

this is their quest. they will find all of the victims, give the families the answers that mulder so desperately wants for his own. she doesn't know how, she just knows him, and that's enough to believe.

when she tells him to "go on home and get some sleep," all he can do is laugh. after all of the heartache and tension in this episode, how brutally visceral the pain of it all is, it melts away in the incredulousness of her suggestion.

he flashes that smile and hugs her, "thank you" and "i'll be okay" at the same time

and she strokes his hair and stares at the floor.

the grief in being needed. (who would come make sure he's okay if she were gone?). the grief in following ghosts. (there has never been a more brutal reminder that samantha was more than the photo in that frame). the grief in loving someone so encased in pain and loss. (he will not go on home and get some sleep).

there's so much grief in being starbuck, in the end.

5/ how the ghosts stole christmas - "maybe i did wanna be out there with you"

is there any better representation of season 6 than hanging out with a movie after a night of some light murder/suicide plans?

this episode is just the best. and one of the things that makes it so good is that it's comedy is rooted in examination, in bringing mulder and scully's psyches into question and condemnation.

😭😭😭😭

having only christmas eve to keep up their reputation, our titular ghosts, lyda and maurice, are forced to resort to "pop psychology" to fulfill their haunting. they have no idea the gold mine that stumbled into their house this year.

instantly upon meeting, maurice WHACKS mulder, calling him "narcissistic," "overzealous," "self-righteous," and prone to obsessive compulsive antisocialism

a lonely man who considers himself passionate and misunderstood, but chases illusions in order to find warped meaning and significance

meanwhile, in the next room, scully is not safe from disturbance, as lyda calls out her "conflicted yearnings" and delusions of loyalty. the reason why she's "really here"- for the satisfaction of proving her partner wrong.

in the end, mulder and scully escape the house only by realizing that the ghosts don't actually have any power over them. it's all an illusion, it's not real, and lyda and maurice can't hurt them- or make them hurt each other.

but it doesn't stop them from internalizing the messages of their haunted house, and mulder spends christmas alone watching a christmas carol, as the scene opens on him listening to scrooge say the line, "i don't deserve to be so happy."

also unable to shake the events of the night, scully shows up

and asks if any of that was real. if it was just an illusion. which, always knowing when to back down on the need for belief, mulder gives her, agreeing with her that it must have just been in their heads. (folie a deux, she is always more comfortable in shared madness with him than with the world.)

after having been dragged out on christmas eve to look for ghosts, finding them, and then deciding that it was all shared delusion: she repeats back the insecurity that lyda gave her, "not that my only joy in life is proving you wrong."

but after coming inside, she betrays her true insecurity. responding to mulder's "when have you ever proved me wrong?" with "well...why else would you want me out there with you?"

why else would he want to spend christmas eve with her, why else would he want her with him, if not to play her role? if not to offer the "science and rationalism" that he told her, not too long ago, saves him?

"you didn't want to be there? oh, that's...self-righteous and narcissistic of me to say, isn't it?"

god, they are both so slow.

they both consider for a moment, these roles they play. these "subconscious desires" that they mask in their own personal pursuits. how easy it is to turn them against themselves, to expose their uncertainties and weaponize them.

before scully lands on, "no, i mean...maybe i did want to be out there with you.”

and they exchange the christmas presents they totally swore they weren't gonna get each other this year.

maybe they do just want to be out there together.

maybe it's not about grand perceptions of loyalty or meaning. maybe it's not about the parts that they play. maybe it's not about obligation or dependency. maybe they just want to.

#thank you again for the ask #lots of love #asks #kae meta #txf #msr #redux ii #sein und zeit #the erlenmeyer flask #paper hearts #how the ghosts stole christmas

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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 093 - "Life is Change"

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 4 Episode 21 - Terra Prime

Enterprise tries to block out Terra Prime's Signal, but nothing works. The Signal is too wide, and destroying the ship will blow up a colony on Mars. Terra Prime then start fearmongering about the baby. Later in the episode she gets named Elizabeth, and calling her that feels less clinical than just calling her "the baby". They also start to threaten to destroy Star Fleet command unless all aliens leave earth.

Enterprise tries to make a tactical retreat to Earth, and the Conference on Earth starts to be disrupted by several protests outside the various embassies. Archer's plan is to send in a stealth team. He sends Malcolm to meet Harris to find a way past the array's sensor grid. Apparently, within 10 meters of the planet's surface is a blind spot in the sensors. The plan is use a comet due to get reflected by the array to get onto the planets surface, then use this blind spot to travel from the Pole to the Array.

Meanwhile in the Colony, Trip and T'Pol finally get to see their daughter, and we find out that Terra Prime got Trip and T'Pol's DNA from a traitor on Enterprise, but who is this traitor? Trip is also coerced into improving the accuracy of the comet deflection array.

As I said last episode, I really like how Terra Prime and it's rhetoric parallels that of real world right wing populists. Both modern populists in their recruitment speeches, and older 1950's rhetoric around mixed race children when Paxton is talking about Elizabeth, and also just the fact that Terra Prime is Latin for "Earth First", which mirrors the names of a few real world nationalist groups. It's a brave choice for the episode to tackle this topic so directly!

We got a nice scene with Trip trying to deconstruct Terra Prime's rhetoric, and when that doesn't work we get to see him do the good old strategy of punching a space nazi, love to see it!

While Trip is doing good, Travis, Archer, Malcolm and Phlox start enacting their plan, and have a rough ride down onto mars. They have a rough landing, but they survive the entry into the Atmosphere, and the ride to the Array works.

I loved T'Pol just trying her best to be a mother and just talking to Elizabeth about how she needs a name in full Logic mode. Trio gets put in a prison cell, and I love seeing this guy at work, engineering a lockpick out of random scraps.

Earlier in the episode, T'Pol does a scan on Paxton, and apparently, Paxton is surviving through alien medicine. That kind of Hypocrisy is common in the type of person the episode is criticising and I love it here. When T'Pol got the scan, I was kinda worried that the episode would just have Paxton straight up be an alien, which I don't think would have worked as well, but just having that little bit of "rules for thee but not for me" hypocrisy goes a long way in characterising Paxton as a villain. T'Pol tries to use this information as Blackmail to get her, Trip and Elizabeth out of mars, but it doesn't work.

We get a brief scene of Hoshi in command, and she's actually a great leader, and I love seeing her stand up to the Governor who's pushing for the radical option of kabooming the array along with the colony.

As this is going on, the ground party encounter Trip, and they reach the control room, as Hoshi is in position to destroy the array. A firefight breaks out, and the room starts to depressurise. The struggle with Archer and Paxton fighting and switching the weapon on and off was great. Unfortunately, in the end the weapon fires. Thanks to trip though, the shot misses, and Earth is saved.

At the end of the Episode, we get a final scene with Trip and T'Pol naming the baby, as I mentioned Earlier, Elizabeth, naming her after Trip's sister. Unfortunately, because of Elizabeth's Unique nature, she has a genetic disorder and is dying. Phlox is trying his best, but he's unable to do anything. Elizabeth sadly passes away, and the scene really made me cry. Trip and T'Pol's grief is really well performed. However, they are given the hopeful note that it was a fault of the process, not of the specific combination of Vulcan and Human genes, even if it's less hopeful and more bittersweet for Trip and T'Pol specifically.

Meanwhile, Malcolm and Travis find that the shuttlepod had been tampered with, in a way that could have killed the ground crew is Travis wasn't such a skilled Pilot. They trace the Tampering through Kelby down to an Ensign Called Masaro, who would appear to be our Terra Prime Spy. Archer catches him, but Masaro takes his own life.

Finally at the end of the episode, we see Archer give a speech that finally kickstarts the alliance that I'm assuming leads to the Federation that Daniels kept going on about. While I wish there more seasons, it is still a really fitting note to leave off on, the galaxy coming together for the future, and it ties off all the themes of the series really beautifully.

Since the list I'm following says to skip episode 22 until much later, that's me finished enterprise now. I've grown really attached to this crew since I started this 93 days ago, and well, it's been a long road, getting from there to here.

#whovian watching star trek #star trek #star trek enterprise #star trek ent #enterprise #star trek: enterprise #ent

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Unexpected Love

Synopsis: Echo just returned back to her hometown from the Army to land herself in another war between the Cullens and the Volturi.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Echo Clearwater

(Masterlist)

Echo

"ECHO!"

After hearing someone call out my name, I was instantly tackled to the ground, which made me let out a grunt. I turned around in the person's hold and changed our positions. I pressed the person's head hard and I heard laughters around me. I looked up to see several Native Americans standing, laughing and pointing.

I immediately recognized the people and looked down to see the person was in fact Jacob. I shook my head and slapped Jake on his head, "What the hell? I just got here and you tackle me bruh?"

I got up from the floor, handing out a hand for Jake to grab and pulled him up. I brushed off the dirt from my clothes and waved at everyone.

"Hey guys! No time long see," I chuckled.

This brought on cheers from everyone and each of them gave me hugs.

"Welcome back," Sam said.

"Bout time you're back," Paul said, punching me in the shoulder.

"""You're back!""" Quil, Embry, and Jared cheered, giving me pats on the back.

""I missed you,"" Collin and Brady, the two youngest shifters, murmured while hugging me tightly. I looked after the two boys when their moms were busy as if they were my own children.

I smiled softly, hugging them tightly, "I missed you both too, kiddos."

We broke the hugs and the boys stepped away for me to see the last two members, Leah and Seth. They stood there for a moment until I opened my arms for them which got them to jump at me, hugging me.

"I missed you guys, my baby brother and little sister," I hugged them tightly, kissing each their foreheads.

"I missed you too, E," Seth murmured while Leah nodded in agreement.

After few moments, we broke the hug and turned to face the group. I studied each one of them and noticed something.

"Brady...Collin...you're tall?" I was a bit confused.

Everyone suddenly got serious. Sam stepped forward with a serious face, "We have a situation and it's bad."

I frowned and nodded. We all went into the pack house where Sam and Jake explained what was happening.

An hour later, I found myself sitting in the recliner chair in disbelief.

"I've only been gone for two years in the Army and I come back to a potential vampire war between the Cullens and their vampire government?"

"Yup.""Pretty much.""Yes.""Correct."

Everyone chimed in.

"So, there are more vampires each day which caused Brady and Collin to phase despite their young ages?" I frowned.

"Yeah, but it's totally fine. I mean, it's awesome that we get to be huge wolf shifters. Although, the patrolling sucks and the smell of the vampires is horrible, it's cool," Collin explained with a smile while Brady nodded in agreement.

I just chuckled at Collin and Brady's nonchalant attitude about shifting and the whole vampire situation. I stood up from my seat and looked at Sam.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"You take the alpha position back. I was just holding it for you until you come back or Jake takes it but he doesn't want to," Sam said.

I nodded and looked at the pack, "Alright, let's go see the vamps."

Everyone cheered and exited the house and shifted, leaving shredded clothes all over the place. I sighed and shifted, thankfully not tearing the clothes. For some reason, the clothes I wear melds in with me, allowing me to shift freely.

'Let's go!' I spoke into the pack link and we ran off into the woods.

•••••

Rosalie

I was in the living room, chatting with Tanya and Kate when we heard the howls. Everyone in the house snapped their attention to outside when we heard the snaps of the branches as the wolves emerges from the forest. We all headed out onto the patio as the wolves sat in line. I growled softly as their horrible stenches wafted through my nose.

Damn mutts.

Edward, have heard my thoughts, sent me a glare which I replied back one.

Get the fuck out of my head.

Edward shook his head and looked back at the wolves while Carlisle stood forward, "Hello, is there something you need?"

"Sam said that the alpha would like to meet us," Edward spoke for the pack.

Carlisle frowned, "I thought Sam is the alpha?"

Edward shook his head, "Sam said that he was holding the position until their alpha comes back and they did, just today."

Carlisle nodded, "Of course, are they willing to speak with us?"

With that, the wolves parted, allowing the alpha to walk. They were huge, towering at 8 feet tall, with the black fur coat and white tribal marks all over its body. The wolf has bright red eyes, which was a huge contrast compared against the other wolves. Soon, we saw her fur slowly recede, revealing deep tanned skin.

This wolf can shift with clothes? I've never seen that.

The wolf turns out to be a girl, a very tall girl standing at 6'5 feet and shoulder length black hair. She is wearing black loose shorts with light beige baggy shirt and no shoes. From what I could see is that she have multiple tattoos all over her body. She walked up to Carlisle and handed out her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you. I am Echo Clearwater, the alpha," she finally spoke, her voice was deep and rich like honey to my ears.

"Hello Echo, it's nice to meet you. I am Carlisle, leader of the Cullen Coven. These are my family, my wife Esme, my sons, Emmett and Edward, Edward's wife, Bella, and their daughter, Renesmee. And lastly, my daughter, Rosalie. I have two more but they are currently out of town," Carlisle introduced us to her as she examined each of us.

As soon her eyes connected with mine, I instantly felt something shifted inside me and I could tell something happened to her as her jaw drops and her pack starts whining.

Mate. Shit. Fuck.

I frowned and broke eye contact with her, turning my attention to Edward whose eyes were wide when he read our minds.

"Uh...nice to meet you. I-I just want to know the plan for when the vamp government comes," She stuttered.

With that, Carlisle and the others talked about the battle plan while Echo nodded, giving some inputs. It took about an hour before we concluded. During that hour, I spent my time stealing looks at Echo and half of the time, she caught me and vice versa. Echo looked back at the pack sending them a signal and they left leaving her alone.

Carlisle and the rest stared at her confused while Echo stared at me. Edward, being the mind invader, took the hint and spoke, "Let's go in and leave the two alone."

The others were confused until Edward made eye motions between me and Echo which caused them to finally understand and smiled widely. They shuffled into the house leaving me alone on the porch and her on the ground.

"Um, w-would you like to go take a walk in the forest?" She asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

I sighed and nodded silently, jumping off the porch and walked past by Echo into the forest. I could hear her shuffling behind me as we trek deeper into the forest, away from the vampire hearing range. I saw a log sitting in the middle and took a sat on it, turning my attention on her.

•••••

Echo

Damn, she can be quite scary. But, scary hot.

"So, um, you're a vamp...and my mate."

I groaned silently.

Like who the fuck says that? Why am I so fucking awkward? God, first time I talk to her and I go, you vamp? I just wanna die. Shit. I hope the pack doesn't see this or Imma kill myself.

My inner turmoil was interrupted by a beautiful sound, I looked up and saw that she was laughing. My breath was taken away. Her blonde hair shone brightly, her face filled with adorable crinkles, and her golden amber eyes glitter with amusement.

Even though she's laughing at me, she's absolutely gorgeous.

After my fumble, we actually manage to get a conversation going. It was late when we realized that we spent 8 hours chatting about everything. I can absolutely tell you that I was smitten by this girl. I stood up from my spot and brushed off the dirt from my pants from sitting too long. Then, I reached out my hand for her to take which she did.

I decided to walk Rosalie back home and during mid walk, we had our arms down and occasionally, our hands would brush against each other. After couple times, I finally took the initiative to capture her hand in mine and squeeze it softly while staring ahead.

I could feel her gaze at my head and out of the corner of my eye, I can see her look forward with a small smile on her face and she squeezed my hand. We finally ended up at the house and I stopped at the edge of the forest.

"So, I'll see you later?" I asked hopefully, rocking on my heels.

She chuckled softly and nodded, "Yes," stepping into my space. I looked down to see her face while she looked up. It took a second before she stood on her tippy toes and land a soft kiss on my cheek.

Then she backed away and headed for the door, leaving me there stunned while holding my cheek in awe. Before she opened the door, she turned around and gave me a finger wave and entered her home. I smiled widely and in my excitement, I accidentally shifted. I turned around and headed home.

#rosalie lillian hale #rosalie twilight #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #twilight #rosalie x reader #x reader #gxg imagine #gxg #wlw #wlw imagine

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can we have a part 4 of ghost has a sister, like the sister gets a heart transplant and has to be in the hospital for awhile or what ever you want just making a recommendation

Simon reacting to his sister's funeral.

I guess you could consider this part 4?. of ghost has a little sister?

Part 1, part 2, part 3.

Ty for the recommendation. I would love to bring her back, but I genuinely don't feel comfortable bringing her back. for reasons of how she died. (I want to apologize. I know a lot of people want her back. but there's also the fact of the caretaker died as well. And Simon wouldn't be allowed to be around her anyway, cuz she did get shot under his watch. and the people were specifically after her, so there's no way Simon would be allowed to have her/be near her, never again. I'm probably overthinking of what your request meant, and if I am, I am sorry.) Again I am genuinely sorry, for not making the series last longer, but I never intended the series lasting long. So here's like an HC, and a story mixed. that I was planning to do for him. I hope you enjoy it. This is his reaction to his sister's funeral. So I guess this is considered part 4, if you will.

Simon Riley X deceased little sister

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Warnings| funeral, talk of death, angst.

After his sister's death. he put off the funeral for as long as possible, until he couldn't anymore. He knew his sister deserved a proper funeral. but he couldn't bring himself to see her afterwards, but he knew he had to for her, and for everybody attending the funeral. And so the day he was dreading the most finally came. But before he even entered where the funeral was taking place. he down a hold bottle of whiskey, and it didn't do anything to him like he was hoping. It didn't numb anything, it didn't even give him that buzz or the edge he was trying to take off, that's how broken he was.

Before the funeral started, and everybody got there. surprisingly! Simon wanted to have a moment with his sister. He was thankful that the funeral director gave him a moment, of peace and quiet.

When he walked into where her cold, lifeless, body laid. the scene before him broke him, he was thankful no one was around. because he couldn't control the tears that were leaving his dark, almost dead, eyes. He thought he'd be okay, he thought he killed that part of himself off, and the whiskey would help him feel nothing. but no, it didn't. All the darkness he was running, and hiding from, finally caught up to him in that moment. That's when he realized he lost that battle.

When he walked up to her casket, he couldn't help but fall to his knees, holding on to part of her casket. head hanging low, looking down to the ground. On the outside he looked fine, but on the inside he was begging, screaming, yelling, at whatever universe, or God, there was asking why they couldn't have just took him. why did they have to choose a kind, young, adventurous, soul. that didn't deserve any of it. Punching her casket strong, and hard, but yet gentle enough, to where it wouldn't break the dark beautiful wooden casket.

Looking back up to her peaceful, restful, face. "I- if you're still he-re I..m s-o soo fucking sorry ple..ase for..give m-me" he says through a hiccup, hoping that if there is a afterlife. she would forgive him, and that one day they could be together again. "You didn't deserve any of this sweetheart" he says still looking at her. Jumping, he felt a hand touche his shoulder. quickly regaining himself, looking up to be met with eyes of the captain. "Are you doing" okay price says, with patience, and worry, in his voice. "Yeah I'm fine" Simon says knowing that's bullshit. but he doesn't want to deal with it today.

"no, no you're not Simon. I'm going to tell you right now. you need to talk to someone about it" prices says pleading with him. price knows Simon better than anyone, so he hopes he'll finally talk about it, and let it out, what's bothering him. "No really, I'm doing okay" Simon says looking away, back to his sister. "Enough of the bullshit Simon. You need to talk about this now, or else you never will. it is eating at you alive. the rage, the anger, you have built up. Distancing yourself from everybody. it's not healthy, and I'm not going to stand by and watch you, dig your own grave" prices says, finally getting his attention, getting it through his skull. that what he's doing is not healthy, and it's affecting everybody in the 141 in a way. "You know John. When I lost her, I lost myself." Simon says getting up on his feet. finally coming to terms, that he's not okay.

"I know son, trust me I know" price says walking closer to Simon. "But all that pain, and hurt, you have built up. you're going to have to face it sooner, or later. you can't run from it forever" he says, as he finally stops, standing face to face with Simon. "You know I often question myself why wasn't it me, it should have been me." Simon says, as he feels his eyes begin to break again with tears. Price pulling Simon into a hug, Simon hugging back. Price knew that's what Simon needed in that moment. even though he never would admit it. "After everything that happened, I don't want to fuckin do this anymore." Simon cries out, not realizing those were the words that he needed someone to hear. to know that he is struggling, nearly hanging on by a thread. "Stop blaming yourself for what happened, let that shit go. just let it go" price says soothing him. Embracing in the hug, Simon didn't know he needed. Very much a dad and son moment Idc, IDC what any of y'all say.

Pulling back from the hug. Looking back into Simon's eyes "but please. if not for me, do it for her. quit blaming yourself, quit numbing everything. keep on fighting, for her that's what she would want. And you know it." prices says, holding on to his shoulder. Maintaining eye contact. Looking up to the clock, Simon realizes the funeral is about to start. Exchanging nods, Simon wipes away the tears. readjusting his outfit, to look presentable for the funeral. But before they open the doors, price looks back to Simon. "But please talk about it, and let all that dark shit out. get the help you deserve." price finishes, looking away from Simon.

And the funeral surprisingly goes very well, yes there was a lot of tears but that's to be expected. He wasn't expecting so many people to show up the whole 141, including Rudy, Alejandro, and all of her friends she went to school with. Everybody talking, sharing memories of her, a lot of her friends telling him, how much she talked about her big brother, (low-key some of the friends were mesmerized by Simon, and some of the other guys) and how much she adored him. this made him realize that he really was everything to her. but he couldn't sit, and soak in it, and think about it. not now, not in this moment.

As the day came to an end. a lot of tears, a lot of memories being brought up, he didn't want to think about. he was extremely exhausted, and drained. instead of drinking himself to sleep as what he had planned earlier. he actually sat and thought about what price said, looking at his bracelet. replaying his words over and over. Coming to terms with the fact he might actually need help, and maybe getting it might not be so bad. He knows deep down that's what his sister would want, and even if she's gone. he'd still do anything for her.

HC part

To say Simon is destroyed, would be understatement. He did not eat, sleep, drink, for weeks after his sister's death. he had to be under supervision all the time by Price, or soap. they had to force feed him sometimes to keep him alive.

After his sister's death. the only time he'd leave his room would be to do work, and that's it. He didn't talk to anyone, he cut off all communication with everybody.

Even though he made a promise to never be drink, and be like his dad. A lot of nights he couldn't help but try keyword try we all know this man has a high alcohol tolerance. to get blackout drunk, and sleep. a lot of times it didn't work, but when it did. he was thankful he could forget everything that night, and just be passed out from the alcohol.

The only time he'd let people say his sister's name, was at the funeral. before that anytime anyone mentioned her slightly, he would go in this psychotic rage. it scared even price himself a little bit.

He carries the bracelet she bought him everywhere with him, even on the battlefield. He doesn't let it go out of his sight/he knows where it is at all times. And no one's allowed to touch it, other than him. (Johnny tried touching it to look at it. and he got a black eye afterwards)

He still absolutely hates the medics that were there that night when she died. price had to keep him and the medic separated for a while, because he would have killed them/badly injure them. (He can't even stand to be around them, still.)

(Remember the house he bought for them to live in yeahh..) he physically couldn't take one step in that house, after everything happened. price had to sell the house for him, because he refused to go anywhere near it. Looking at it, or even mentioning the house, still breaks him to this day. It often makes him feel like he failed. Not only as a soldier, but as a big brother.

And that's going to be the official end of this series I guess, I had so much fun writing it. I hope y'all enjoy my version of sad Simon (I may have or may have not cried writing this) anyways I hope y'all are having a good day/night wherever you are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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The Smart One: Part Three

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: mentions of- a fight scene, death, drinking, smoking, partying, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, blood, another pack’s fight, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: Home sick with Covid so I figured I’d put out another chapter! Hope it does totally suck :/ it was a bit rushed on my part so I’ll end up going back and editing some things later I’m sure. I know it’s a bit slow but it’s leading up to the next chapter i swear. Let me know what you think!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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It took Yeonjun a while to stop sobbing mindlessly so he could explain himself and apologize to the pack. And at first, the pup of the pack was really mad at him for refusing to interact with you. Though after he began tending to his wounds, Huening Kai started to think about just how bad the fight they had could’ve ended.

So he, in a way at least, understood that his brother was just trying to protect you. Which the younger boy appreciated, he cared for your safety as his friend too.

Though as the day slowly faded into night, he kept thinking about the current predicament the oldest had to face. And the more he thought about it, the more unfair he found it all. In fact, he still thought the whole situation was bullshit.

He didn’t get the purpose in keeping you in the dark about everything. He didn’t see why you shouldn’t get to decide whether or not you wanted to be part of the family on your own. He didn’t understand why he and his brothers had to live their lives only half fulfilled when all the normal humans got to go on and live normal lives.

But mostly, he didn’t get why Yeonjun shouldn’t be able to have the love of his life by his side.

For as long as Kai had known him, the eldest wolf rarely cared for anything, or anyone, enough to fight for it as much as he had fought for you the last day alone. Truthfully, he hardly even seemed to care about what was going on with his own pack unless he absolutely had to. All he acted like he cared about was the party boy lifestyle he had relished in.

And oddly enough, before the day’s incident, Yeonjun hadn’t even ever fought with his brothers before. Sure he smacked them every now and then to make them come to their senses. Sure he raised his voice at them when he was angry with them.

But he never got to the point of physically attacking them. Other people yeah, he was known to start fights with people outside of their pack. Just never within the pack.

That’s how Kai knew just how badly the whole situation was affecting his hyung. When he knocked him to the ground, he could see panic race across his face. He could see the fear behind his crimson eyes. And he could feel the internal conflict he was going through with every punch thrown his way.

He wanted his brother to be happy. He wanted him to get to live the life everyone should have the choice in living. And he wanted you as a sister.

It wasn’t even because it would mean you’d be able to help him with school whenever he needed. Or that you’d feel the need to take care of him as the only mate in the pack.

The truth was, Hyuka was already sandwiched between two sisters in his real family. He loved having them around, even if it meant constantly fighting and bickering with them. So he knew he’d love having you, one of the few friends he had ever managed to make on his own that he never disagreed with, as a new addition to their pack.

And the pup just knew you’d have the best influence on Yeonjun. Where he was frantic and illogical, you were calm and rational. Where his brother was unpredictable and borderline dangerous at times, you were steady and always comforting. Where he was cold and charming, you were loving and awkward.

The two of you were like Fire and Water. Your personalities were so different it was almost comical. But Kai knew that fate wouldn’t have brought the two of you together as mates if it wasn’t exactly what you both needed. And it was cruel of outside forces to try and pull the two of you apart.

He couldn’t stand for it anymore. He wouldn’t. He brought you two together and he was damn determined to keep you that way.

And he knew that once Yeonjun had gotten to know you personally and spoken to you for just a little bit longer, he’d be unable to keep his word on distancing himself from you. All Kai had to do was find the perfect way to get you two talking.

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Soon, days of ignoring you turned into weeks. And soon those weeks turned into over a month. Yeonjun had managed to stay away from you for over a month, and he was proud of himself for it. Proud, and gutted for not being able to be anywhere close to you for your own safety.

Anytime he felt like giving into his instincts, anytime he could sense he was about to throw it all out the window to go and get close to you, he had to stop and remind himself it was for the best. You were safer with him out of your life now.

Even if you still got bullied relentlessly by some of your so-called classmates. It was better than getting attacked by a werewolf or put in harm's way because a hunter decided to go after their little pack again.

But he would be lying if he said his lack of knowledge about how you were doing wasn’t killing him.

So much so that he had actually gone back on his word to follow you around campus a few times. He hadn’t meant to, truly he was pretty good at staying away from you.

But he just had to make sure you were doing alright every now and then. He stayed out of your line of sight, you had no clue he was anywhere around you. He still kept his word.

He had no contact with you and so he had no idea what was happening in your life minus what he had seen with his own eyes.

In fact, the only news Yeonjun got of you was what he had managed to catch from the pup’s conversations with their other brothers. The eldest didn’t have the courage to ask for any information himself, fearing that if he heard just the wrong thing he’d go running to your side and ruin your life.

And his brothers didn’t want to tell him anything about you if they could help it, figuring that it must’ve been torturing enough to be away from you.

Even so, the oldest of the pack couldn’t help but keep his ears open for any mention of your name or topics that could’ve been related to you whenever he was near them.

So he knew you had picked up two new students to tutor because your teachers asked you to help them out. Because you were someone that cared for others.

He wished he could ask you why you felt the need to spread yourself so thin just so you didn’t let your teachers down. He wished he could ask you if you were getting enough sleep and taking care of yourself enough to compensate for the added stress. But he couldn’t.

He knew that you aced your physics exam you had been worried about because Kai insisted that he and the other boys take you out to lunch to celebrate since you had no one else to reward you for the good job you did. He wished more than anything he could have celebrated your victory with you too.

Yeonjun hoped you listened to the boys when they told you how proud they were of you. He hoped that you believed every word he secretly coached/begged Huening to praise you with because he couldn’t tell you himself.

He knew that you recently went back to visit your mother in… Kenya? At least that’s the word he thought he had heard Kai tell Beomgyu when he questioned why you didn’t have a tutoring session with him that week.

He wondered what your life was like there and if you had a good time. He wondered what your family was like and if you missed them as much as he missed you.

Yeonjun felt like a hollowed out shell. Most days he only woke up or ate because his brothers practically forced him out of bed to shove food down his throat.

He didn’t even try to attend classes anymore, something that his school had sent him a notice for. But he didn’t care, he knew his rather well off and neglectful parents would just donate some large amount of money to the administration so they wouldn’t make a fuss over it or ask anymore about it.

He no longer attended parties. He still drank and smoked, but only when he could actually pull himself out of bed long enough to light a cigarette or pour himself a drink, which wasn’t very often.

And Yeonjun definitely didn’t give a fuck about sleeping around anymore. He had even had a few of his fuckbuddies come knocking on their front door asking why he wasn’t around or why he wasn’t responding to their late night texts. A few even questioned if he was dead they were so confused on why he had just fallen off the face of the earth.

But it didn’t matter to him, he closed the door in their faces with ease. None of them were attractive to him anymore. None of them excited him anymore. None of them made him feel anything anymore. None of them were you.

His behavior was beginning to concern his brothers, so much so that they were beginning to think he was facing some sort of rejection from refusing to be anywhere near you. But truthfully he wasn’t. At least, he didn’t think he was.

He just felt like the flame that kept his hot head floating went out. He was tired and over dealing with any and everything if it didn’t pertain to you.

Yeonjun thought maybe he’d feel a little better once the pup’s birthday came around. They usually celebrated by ordering his favorite foods and playing games together.

But instead, he was informed earlier in the day that Kai had already planned on going to some party one of his classmates invited him to.

So there he laid in bed, staring at the giant digital 11:55 PM on his alarm clock, waiting for his exhausted brain to finally let him sleep while all he could think about was you.

He laid there waiting for the subtle closure of his eyelids hoping you were okay. And that your classmates would finally start to leave you alone. He hoped you enjoyed visiting your home country. And that you ate lots of yummy food and were keeping yourself healthy.

He wondered if his brain would let him visualize your beautiful figure and get to see your flowing smile again in his sleep. If he’d finally get to hallucinate finally getting to hold your hand or getting to feel how soft your hair really is when he would imagine tucking it behind your ear.

Soon, as he felt the familiar heavy weight take over his sight, he began to fantasize that he was hearing your soothing voice ringing through his ears once more.

But just as he had begun to finally close his eyes, just as his mind had finally started to shut off so that he could rest and hopefully be with you again at least during his slumber, his phone began to light up and buzz on his bedside table. Someone was calling him.

He was about to just say fuck it and let it go to voicemail. But something inside him told him to answer it, that the call could be important.

So begrudgingly, Yeonjun propped himself up to grab his phone to see who it was, and low and behold Huening Kai’s goofy contact photo popped up on his screen.

Why in the ever loving fuck was Hyuka calling him so late? Shouldn’t he have been out at some party?

He swiped right to unlock his phone and answer the call, “Huening it’s almost fucking midnight what in the hell could you possibly be calling me for?” The older boy groaned in Korean, his voice no doubt sleepy and dazed sounding.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t want to wake you!,” a feminine voice told him in English, a British accent slipping through as she stuttered in a panic, “This i-is Yeonjun right?”

His eyebrow lifted in confusion. Why had some random girl answered his phone? Why was she calling him so late? Where was Hyuka? And why did the girl’s voice sound so… familiar?

“Yes, this is Yeonjun,” He automatically replied in English, not knowing if the person on the other end even spoke his native language or not at that point, “Who’s this? Why are you calling me from Huening Kai’s phone?”

He heard the person clear her throat through, what he knew from experience to be, club like music before speaking again, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I wasn’t sure what else to do,” The girl apologized, “Kai’s very very drunk right now-” Yeonjun carefully tried to listen to the pretty sounding voice, wanting to be sure his tired brain didn’t mix any of its English words up, “He called me to help him get home. But I don’t have his address. I’d take him back to mine but the dorms don’t let us bring back opposite genders at night.”

He knew he knew your name. He was positive he had heard your voice before. It was on the tip of his tongue…

But before he could mentally guess anymore, another very familiar voice began speaking loudly in the background, “Noona wait! Is that- is it- Hi Yeonjun-ah!!” He heard Hyuka giggle as the girl begged him politely yet patiently to be quiet so she could speak.

“I’m sorry but Kai told me to call you because the others were busy?”

“Yes noona! Very verrry busy!” Huening laughed.

Based on his tone of voice, Yeonjun figured he must’ve been drunk off his ass. Which was worrying for two reasons.

One, the pup was a light weight who was naive as fuck when he was sober. The wrong person getting near him meant he was easy to take advantage of.

And two, it meant he wasn’t in control of his emotions. And that meant he could end up dissolving his contacts or shifting, at any given minute, and end up blowing their secret to a room full of random people.

“Right- yes busy. Anyways if you could just give me your address so I could bring him home I would really appreciate i-” but Yeonjun cut you off, knowing full well what was gonna have to happen.

“Don’t worry about it. Just watch him please. And send me the address. I’ll be there soon.” And with that, the older boy regretfully threw his blanket off of him, sat up, and threw his leather jacket over his tank top and some sweats over his boxers to head to the bathroom to put his contacts in. It was gonna end up being one hell of a night.

————

When Yeonjun got to the gathering of young people, his nose was immediately hit with the smell of partygoer sweat and bad weed. He used to welcome the unsavory odor. But since he met you, he learned it did nothing but give him a headache.

Walking into a less than ideal place hadn’t even been the worst part of his night that far. He also had to wake Soobin up to get his car keys. Hyuka felt like throwing up when he went for a ride on Yeonjun’s motorcycle when he wasn’t piss drunk. On top of that little lovely fact, the elder boy had recently gotten it detailed and he absolutely was not gonna risk his baby brother ruining it. Even if it was his birthday.

He probably would’ve more than likely fallen off of it anyways given the fact that the pup had probably drank so much he couldn’t hold his head up straight and had to have some random girl use his phone to call him for him.

So he had to unfortunately wake up the alpha to ask him if he could take his safer care. A car Yeonjun wouldn’t normally have been caught dead in because of the mom vibes it gave off.

Yeonjun was also still a little ticked off that Kai had told whoever it was that called him that he was the only one available to help when all three of his other brothers were at home. Two of which were still actually awake.

Not to mention he was ripped from his bed just as he was finally falling asleep and beginning to have a dream that involved you. So Yeonjun didn’t care if it was Huening’s birthday, he was gonna have to owe him big time for the night’s turn of events.

He managed to squeeze through the front door and did his best to zero in on the pup’s scent. He quickly figured out however, that that task would be nearly impossible. There was too much going on around him and he was far too out of it himself to be able to use his super powered nose properly. His other senses however, seemed to be in overdrive.

And it certainly didn’t help that he could also hear everything within the house. He could hear a guy down the hallway get rejected by a less than interested girl. Not that the guy was taking the hint in any sort of way.

Yeonjun soon found himself wondering if you would do the same to him if he had been able to ask you out. But then he realized he was being ridiculous. Of course you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice a person to try to blow off anyone asking you for a date.

He could hear all the best friends fighting outside about who was betraying who and why. He found one girl’s argument so compelling that he almost felt the need to take her side on the childish matter. Her voice was cracking and Yeonjun just knew that she must’ve been on the brink of tears.

He wondered if you would argue like her, if fighting with other people would overwhelm and upset you so much that you’d cry publicly to prove a point. Which he soon remembered was a dumb thought to have. You would never be in the position to argue with someone to begin with.

You didn’t like attention and, according to Huening, you weren’t someone who would fight with your friends. You were more someone who would fight for your friends.

He could hear all the people hooking up in the most public and odd places. Not that Yeonjun could say much, he used to do the same thing before he met you. He had actually had fun doing similar antics with random girls he would meet at parties. He liked the thrill of potentially getting heard or even caught by someone else.

But he knew that, even if he was willing to look through the mortal danger he could end up putting you in, and even if he was willing to have sex with someone he cared for as much as he did you somewhere that could end up getting you caught and getting your scholarship revoked, chances of someone as shy and as anxious as you would never agree to doing something so daring. He wouldn’t have minded though.

At least he would have had the opportunity to be with you at all in the make believe realm the sounds around him constructed in his mind.

All the pining and internal pain he was feeling from his brain somehow finding a way to put you into his every thought on the situations around him was making him feel sick to his stomach.

Yeonjun wanted to go home and go to sleep already, at least he could dream about being with you. But no, he just had to come search for his alcohol intolerant brother.

Though just as the older boy was about to cut his losses and call it a night, figuring Hyuka would just have to wait for his fast metabolism to kick in and burn the alcohol out of his system to get home as a consequence of getting fucked up, he caught a whiff of an all too familiar yet enchanting aroma.

His heart sunk instantly in his chest and a whine instantly found its way out of his lips, much to the confusion of other party guests around him. What were you of all people doing at a college frat party?

You volunteered at the library because you thought it was a fun place to be. You tutored other students in your spare time because you wanted everyone to succeed. You were a straight A student on the dean’s list for heaven’s sake. You were too good and too innocent a person to be getting fucked up at a party.

Were you drinking? He didn’t feel any different than he normally did. Which meant you probably weren’t too drunk… right? Surely you wouldn’t have accepted a drink from a stranger. You would’ve known the dangers and the scary intentions behind the gesture…right? The thought of what could’ve happened to you if you were naive enough to take a drink from someone made his stomach crawl.

Had you come to the party alone? Were you meeting someone at the party? Were you seeing someone at the party? Is that why you came?

The imprinting bond wasn’t as strong for you, if you even felt it at all given the current state of his relationship with you. Meaning you were still able to date other people and feel something, unlike Yeonjun who now found no pleasure in other peoples company because he had imprinted on you. God he hoped you weren’t there to hook up with some guy.

He didn’t know what to think. A million questions ran through his mind at once, but two kept making themselves more prominent: were you alright? Were you being safe? Yeonjun had to know.

So against his better judgment, he started following your scent rather than looking for his brother. Which ended up working for the better anyways as he was sitting on the couch in front of you, lightly giggling as you kept asking him to take small sips of water.

And that’s when everything clicked. A huge weight felt like it had lifted itself from his shoulders. You were the voice on the phone earlier.

Huening must’ve called you to come and help him because he trusted you and knew you’d come. Yeonjun just hadn’t heard you speak English before as when you introduced when you first met, you introduced yourself to him in Korean to make him more comfortable.

You weren’t at the party getting wasted or getting with some random guy. You were at the party making sure his little brother was safe and well taken care of until he could be picked up.

He could hear you lightly giggling at Huening letting some of the water you were helping him drink fall down his chin. And he swore he would sell his soul if it meant being able to hear your beautiful laugh everyday for the rest of his life.

Yeonjun felt like he was on cloud nine. It was the first time he had been so close to you in what felt like forever and there you were being your usual loving and thoughtful self.

He felt such a rush of energy, in fact, that he hadn’t even noticed he had started walking to get closer to you until he noticed a girl come over and hand your shyly smiling form another bottle of water.

But not just any girl. It was a girl Yeonjun knew. She was a mate. He instantly recognized her as Cherry, Seungcheol’s, Beomgyu’s brother’s, mate. And she had ruffled Kai’s hair and left just as quickly as she had come over to hand you the water.

“Yeonjun-ah!” Huening squealed, making grabby hands at his older brother with a happy, albeit red, face, an action that had you turning around to look at him in return.

It was his first time being in front of you since the day Huening tried to introduce the two of you. He had thought that you’d hold a grudge at him for the whole situation. He thought maybe you’d hate him or call him names. Maybe even refuse to speak back to him or be blunt.

But the only emotion he saw from you was the light in your eyes going out as they widened in horror, mere moments before you dropped your grin and tilted your head down in what looked to be shame.

Yeonjun felt a knot twist in his chest. He knew you likely wouldn’t be happy to see him again, and he was prepared to deal with any angry or agitated remarks that you’d throw his way.

Though you didn’t end up being angry or agitated with him. You weren’t annoyed or holding a grudge. You didn’t pretend he didn’t exist or run away so you wouldn’t have to deal with him.

Seeing him made you feel sad. And that hurt him more than any words you could or any actions you could commit against him.

But you didn’t know that nor did he want to tell you that and make everything worse. So he nudged all the extra sweaty bodies away from him so that he could stand near you and his brother.

“Hi Ningning.”

————

You had just managed to get another sip of water in Kai’s mouth when you saw him. You knew he was coming, he had told you very aggravatingly over the phone that he would be coming to get your student from the party he had called you to so that you could help him.

And that was your original intent. You had received a call sometime after 11:00pm from your friend saying that he was drunk and needed help getting home.

Without question you put on the outfit you had already had laid out for the next day’s classes, grabbed your keys, and sprung into action.

You didn’t want anything to happen to him. You knew he was very shy and quiet normally. You didn’t know what drinking a bunch of alcohol in a room full of strangers would do to him. But you knew what they could do to him. And you weren’t going to let it happen. Not if you could help it.

But when you got there, you had very quickly realized that you had no way of getting him home. He was too drunk to be able to remember his address.

He had no real friends around him at the time that knew where he lived either. And you had never been to his house before because you had always met up at school or at food places to celebrate good test scores.

You would’ve just taken him back to your dorm rooms if there wasn’t a rule in place about opposite sexes not being allowed in the rooms after a certain hour. Sure some of your fellow classmates snuck boys into the girls dormitories all the time. But you certainly weren’t one of them.

Doing such a thing was against the rules and you were an avid rule follower. And if your moral compass wasn’t enough to deter you, the clause in your international student contract that stated you could lose your scholarships if you were caught with a boy in your room while on campus was.

But even if you were truly able to get over all the internal alarm bells in your head that told you under no circumstances could you do such a thing for your friend, you had no idea how you would even do it.

He was so drunk he couldn’t stand straight. He was giggling and laughing and on the verge of vomiting every other second. He was worse off than your kaka was when you and your baba had to drive to get him and bring him home for the weekend during his first week at university. There was no way you could easily and quietly sneak him in your dorm without the entire building finding out.

So that left you with one last choice: phoning a friend. And, since you knew none of the people who did actually associate themselves with you knew where he lived either, you had to resort to phoning one of his friends.

You just weren’t sure which one. You figured you could try Soobin or maybe even Taehyun since they both lived with him and were friends with him, you weren’t even gonna consider Beomgyu because they’d both end up needing help in the end anyways, but Kai insisted they couldn’t help because they were busy.

In fact, when you listed off other people in his small contact list on his phone, he said most of them were. The only one that wasn’t just so happened to be Choi Yeonjun, the guy that hated you for just breathing.

And while you hated that you’d end up embarrassing yourself talking to him again from sheer nerves alone, you also knew that Kai should be at home in his bed sleeping the alcohol off so he didn’t get himself hurt.

Which is why you ended up calling the popular boy to begin with. Which you could tell he definitely wasn’t happy with given his oh so loving ‘what the fuck do you want’ attitude over the phone.

Which of course made you frazzled and panicked, even though you logically knew he was probably only saying such things because it was so late and he thought his friend was calling him.

So you resorted to speaking English to him over the phone, not thinking that he may not even be able to understand your accent or know the English language at all.

He seemed to understand, at least enough, because he was presently sat in front of you, chastising the younger boy for getting so drunk.

“Hyung, that’s not fair!!” A very child like Kai crossed his arms loosely over his chest, “It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to do what I want to do and no one should be able to stop me.”

While the small smile that had managed to find its way back to your face again at the boy’s cute antics did help you feel a little less uneasy over the situation, you still felt a range of emotions, almost all negative, that you weren’t sure how to handle.

You felt bad for your friend and for not being able to do more by yourself to help him. You felt ashamed for having to call Yeonjun, someone who quite literally hated your very existence for some unknown reason, to come and get him in the dead of night.

You felt guilty for having probably woken the older boy up from his sleep and for forcing him to speak with you when he clearly didn’t want to.

But mostly, you felt like you wanted to curl up in a ball in your room to cry again. You weren’t even sure why. You weren’t good at pin pointing your emotions, you just knew the way the elder boy acted felt like he shoved a knife through your chest. And, though it had been a little over a month since your last and only real interaction with him, the meeting had been replaying over and over at the front of your brain nearly every minute of the day since.

“Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t give you the right to inconvenience people Ningning.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes and grabbed Kai’s face, making him drunkenly follow his finger to see how far gone he was before letting his chin go and thumping him a little too hard on his head in annoyance.

Not that your friend seemed hurt by it anyways, it didn’t seem to phase him at all really. He actually found it funny and stuck his tongue out at him in defiance.

As the two went back and forth about who was wronged and who wasn’t, you somehow found the courage to move your gaze from your fingers to the party boy’s face.

How could somebody with such delicate features, no doubt handpicked by god himself, be so terrifyingly intimidating? Why did you have to think he was attractive? Why did he have to hate you? Why did life always seem to throw things your way it knows you have no way of getting through by yoursel-

Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the pretty boy, who’s piercing stare went from looking at his friend angrily to staring at you with… a look you couldn’t quite place as he spoke again, “Yeah well i’m sure ____ wasn’t too happy about having to drop everything to come help you either.”

Your eyes widened, not wanting to upset either of the two boys as Kai was trying to sober up enough to walk through the crowd of people blocking your way to the exit without having to be carried out.

He had said your name. He remembered your name. You had always hated your name. Back home, everyone acted as if it was too foreign to pronounce. It always sounded like they were pronouncing it with razor blades stuck to the roof of their mouths. But it was the first time you had heard it come out of his mouth and it flowed so smoothly and so melodiously that you wanted it to be the only thing he said ever again.

“N-No!” You stuttered rather quietly for someone trying to have a conversation at a frat party, yet still managing to bring both their attentions straight to you, “I-I mean, I didn’t really- It’s not that I um…”

You noticed that, while Yeonjun had started to look at you with some much earned confusion, your friend began festering a devilish look in his eye and a mischievous smile.

You hadn’t told Kai what you had thought of his roommate, and you didn’t plan to. But part of you had begun to think that he may have caught on somehow.

And another part of you had begun to wonder whether or not your current meeting with Yeonjun had been part of some plan to get you to speak to each other again considering it was all he had been talking about the last few weeks.

“I-I didn’t have to drop much to come,” you finally managed to get out, “I w-was just at my dorm. And Kai’s my friend. I-I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

The two men in front of you dropped any previous faces they had. At first you start to think that perhaps they were getting thrown on by your stress induced stutter you had worked so hard over the years to cover.

But as time went on and no one said anything, you realized the reason they went silent was because they hadn’t been expecting such a sincere reply from you.

Though how were you supposed to know what they wanted you to say or how they wanted you to act? It wasn’t as if situations such as the one you found yourself in were common for you. You hadn’t ever even been to a college party before Kai called you asking for help.

You didn't drink or smoke, the smell of alcohol made you physically nauseous and you steered clear of cigarettes because you had asthma. You didn’t party, you were always taught that education was more important and should always take priority. And you definitely didn’t have friends to joke around with. So you didn’t have a frame of reference on how to properly reply to people.

“Hey Huening? You feeling any better? Or am I gonna have to carry you back to that god awful Kia Carnival?” Yeonjun joked, clearly only wanting to lighten the mood.

But your face started to heat up and you dropped your head down slightly, trying to help your very unstable friend stand so that he could get to his vehicle.

“Uh Hyung,” Kai slurred, finally getting to his feet as the older boy dove to put his arm over his shoulder so he could walk with support, “That’s not a very nice thing to say about ____’s car hyung.”

Your eyes widened, but you kept them straight as you stayed on his opposite side so he could safely move through the crowd of people without falling.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. You already subconsciously figured someone like Yeonjun would never agree with the way you lived your beige lifestyle.

Your schedule was as predictable as your responses. Your grades were as perfect as your attendance and your cookie cutter wardrobe. So it only made sense that your car was as bland as the rest of your life choices.

Someone like Choi Yeonjun lived life on the edge. He drank and smoked and partied. He never attended his classes or cared much about his grades. He drove a cool motorcycle and wore leather. He lived a fast paced lifestyle that you just… didn’t.

Part of you wished you could. That you could throw all your ambitions and scary thoughts to the back of your head and live a hectic lifestyle. But that wasn’t your life. You were bland and boring by most people’s standards. And so was your car apparently.

But it was a car you felt you could drive in a foreign country with little to no worry about your safety. It made you feel comfortable and that’s all that mattered to you. So you truly didn’t regret purchasing it.

It was just a little embarrassing that someone so popular and wild decided to say such a thing about it out loud.

Yeonjun scoffed at him in return, “Huening I know you’re drunk off your ass right now, but let’s try not to put words in my mouth. I was talking about Soobin’s ugly car.”

“____ has a Kia Carnival too.” Your friend defended you, even though you just secretly wished you would’ve been swallowed whole by the dancefloor you were walking on.

You hadn’t planned on saying anything. You were actually internally praying Kai wouldn’t either. But you should’ve known better.

He was drunk and said what he was thinking out loud when he was sober already. Of course he’d still do the same while he was drunk off his ass. And of course it would be you of all people he’d defend out loud to his friend who he thought was making a personal dig at you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could vaguely make out Yeonjun’s own fox eyes becoming bigger in surprise to Kai’s response.

“Oh shit- Wait! I didn’t mean to say shit I mean I- I’m sorry ____!” Yeonjun swiftly let out, saying your name in a way that made your stomach do backflips, “I- I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” He insisted, nearly dropping his roommate in an attempt to get his point across to you by facing you, something that confused you greatly.

His tone sounded almost… apologetic. What was he sorry for? Why would he care if he offended you or not when he hated you?

The popular boy didn’t even care enough to give you basic human decency the last time you had met. So why did he seem so startled at the realization that he could’ve potentially hurt your feelings by making fun of the model of your car?

All you could think to do was shake your head to hide your blush, “Don’t worry about it. I hear stuff like that all the time from the students I tutor all the time.”

Then once more from your peripheral vision, you could have sworn you saw Yeonjun’s face fall into an emotion you could only place as guilt.

Part of you wanted to ask if he was okay. Part of you also wanted to ask what was wrong with him. But you didn’t. You figured it wasn’t your place. You were a stranger to him.

Instead, you helped walk Kai back to his car with his friend, the only sound being made by anyone coming from the younger boy’s mouth.

“Uh guys? I think I’m gonna be sick.”

(Edit: 5/24/2024)

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Imagine SDRA2 Blackens/Killer during there Execution gets save by there S/O who a Ultimate Escape Artist the last moment and was able to get them to safety

Ok, thanks for requesting! By the way, after this, requests are closed as my inbox is full!

SPOILERS!!

Hajime Makunouchi:

When Hajime was sent he his execution, he felt a large sense of betrayal

The fact that Mikado lied, and he was really going to die

But also the crushing despair that he permanently broke your trust in him

He felt himself get locked to the machine and the buff Monocrow lifting its fists

He felt an eerie sense of calm, almost like he was accepting his fate

The punches hit him one after another

He was punched across the face around twenty times before he felt the machine he was locked in come undone from behind him

The next punch blew him backwards and he fell on his back

To see you looking down on him

"....Y/n...?"

"Hajime, Cmon!"

You hoisted him up and the two of you rushed to the trial grounds, and everyone followed you guys into the elevator as Mikado argued with Monocrow

Yuki, Sora, Setsuka, and Yoruko just managed to drag Shinji's unconscious body into the elevator by the time Mikado tried to run in after them

As soon as the elevator doors shut, he felt everyone asking him if he was okay

But why? He betrayed everyone!

From there, he chose his side, and told everyone the details of Mikado's plan

Emma Magorobi:

She screamed upon realizing her true emotions, how she loved you and the time she spent with you and she didn't want to die

Her fears worsened as she was placed into scenes of movies she starred in, before being shoved into a room full of horror themed monsters

She was screaming as they came closer and when she felt something grab her arm

She whipped around to find you yelling at her to follow you, and pulling her back as one of the monsters tried to grab her

You threw her injured body over your shouldered and managed to duck into one of the doors the monsters had came from, all without suffering a single scratch

You brought her back to trial grounds and the two of you made a run for the elevator

She broke into sobs and threw her arms around you

"Y/n....Y/n...thank you so much....but why...?"

Kanade Otonokoji:

Kanade noticed you, but wasn't able to say anything, since a chain was choking her

You got on the platform just as Hibiki's head flew off, and took a giant leap to reach Kanade and break the chains

When you succeeded, Kanade fell to the floor, and you frantically pulled her up, saying how the platform would drop any second

Kanade was in tears

But not from crying

"Hahaha...."

Kanade continued laughing, throwing her arms around you and pulling you to the lowering floor of the execution with her

It was then that you realized your mistake, how Kanade didn't want to be saved

And now you were dying with her

Hibiki Otonokoji:

Hibiki had screamed for you to save her when she first realized what was about to happen, and you promised you would

Hibiki still fought for her own life, hitting her sister with the microphone and trying to grab the key for her collar

She got her hands on it, not knowing it wasn't going to save her, but you knew

You hit the key out of her hands and dug in a makeshift lockpick and disconnected the collar from her neck yourself

Hibiki fell into your arms and you felt Kanade yell in anger, before running at you since the loss of Hibikis weight dropped her to the platform floor

You and Hibiki darted for the trial grounds as Kanade chased after you both with incredible speed

As you reached the end of the platform, you took your girlfriend in your arms and took a leap of faith, Kanade nearly pulling you back through grabbing your shirt

Before she caught you, Hibiki's former collar that was still connected to the chain got caught in the pulley system, yanking Kanade back last minute and snapping her neck as she tried to jump after you

The two of you collapsed on the trial grounds, and you felt the hands of your classmates pull you both to the elevator, Hibiki clinging to you every second

She'd never be the same after knowing the truth about her sister, but she had you to depend on and trust, and that made all the difference for her

Nikei Yomiuri:

Nikei felt nothing but rage and regret

He lost his dignity, his luck, his right hand, and now he was about to lost his life to Mikado Sannoji

He ran away from the press conference, swung open the door, and took a leap for the helicopter, his muscle memory kicking in to grab the ladder

He realized that he tried to grab it with his right hand, the hand he just blew off with a gun just a second too late

He felt himself falling, the despair already setting in

Before he felt you grab his arm, just under the injury, and hoist him onto the helicopter

You had seen the helicopter the moment it appeared in his execution and connected the dots, quickly sneaking onto it while Mikado enjoyed himself watching Nikei's "execution"

When Nikei got on the helicopter, he quickly threw off the Monocrow pilot as you climbed the ladder and got on

You tore off a piece of your shirt and tied it around him stump before jumping into the pilot seat

You had no idea where you were going, but at least Nikei was safe

A/N: literally everyone but Mikado got executed so I'm just gonna do Yoruko and Iroha (Since Yuki could have literally just walked out of the chair and Sora was too far underwater to really be saved)

Yoruko Kabuya:

After escaping your own execution, you ran in the direction that you saw Yoruko get pulled in

She was banging on glass, stuck in a bottle with water beginning to fill it up and a blending stick preparing to impale her

You grabbed one of the tubes filling the tank with water and broke it off, before using it as a spear and breaking the tank itself (after first signaling for your girlfriend to duck)

You pulled Yoruko out the tank and threw the two of you onto the floor just as the blending stick hit the spot where you had just pulled her out

Even after you saved her, you didn't know where to go, the two of you looking around frantically before the world became a blue screen of death

Iroha Nijue:

Screaming and crying when being pulled to her execution, a giant hand grabbing her by the neck

Her screaming and crying continues as the hand forces her head on the floor, using her hair as a paintbrush

Just as the hand is about to smash Iroha's hand against the floor to add a final splash of pink to the artwork,

You flung yourself onto the wrist of the hand and bit into it, making the hand drop your girlfriend and swat at you

You and Iroha ran out of the hands range, nearly slipping on the paint

Just as the hand is about to grab you both, the world turns blue as you feel yourselves wake up

#sdra2 x reader #hajime makunouchi #emma magorobi #hibiki otonokoji #kanade otonokoji #nikei yomiuri #iroha nijiue #yoruko kabuya #sdra2 #sdra2 spoilers

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Things that went through my head in this episode:

--I'm hurting real bad in my Kamado Tanjiro feels, for two reasons.

--First, something that stuck out to me in the previous episode, and which I just checked against the manga, which has the same--the moment the Swamp Demon's head begins to appear from the ground, Tanjiro starts going into the 5th form. Yeah, that one. He changes it part-way through when he saw there were more heads he needed to target, but his very first inclination was to try to offer mercy. (Granted, we also see him slice this same demon's mouth when he starts going off about needing to eat girls while they're fresh, Tanjiro's mercy does not impede his righteous anger.)

--Second, we all remember that understanding smile he gives Kazumi in response to Kazumi lashing out, but I did not recall the words Tanjiro says to Kazumi right before that. These words are so very familiar, though, you know why?

--BECAUSE IT'S THE LYRICS OF THE "SONG OF KAMADO TANJIRO" AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I was very close to tearing up at this part, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

--Ok, let's set aside how much I love Kamado Tanjiro and what this rewatch is doing to me by focusing on how little I cared about the Swamp Demon that I didn't even notice in my watch of the previous episode that he does not, in fact, wear a hat.

--That being said, though this battle feels forgettable now after everything we know comes after it, on my first watch, it was pretty interesting. Beside the mechanics of Tanjiro fighting in a space where he doesn't have ground and must rely on the power generated by one of the forms he has practiced, we get to see Nezuko through around her strength and it is a blast.

--There are two things that I love that the Swamp Demon points out for meta benefit about Nezuko. First, that her moves are simple--I've always stood by my analysis that Nezuko is all instinctual power and no finesse, she fights like an angry toddler, but it is so much fun to watch her ignore finesse and throw her strength around willy-nilly with kicks and punches and stomps. Second, that she must had been bequeathed a very large amount of [Muzan's] blood to be so physically powerful. I love that we never really know how much of Nezuko's strength is due to Muzan experimenting on her with lots and lots of blood (making her ability to get away from his curse all the more impressive), or due to Nezuko sheer force of fill to make herself stronger (also very, very impressive).

--I love how this fight also makes Nezuko seem delicate once she's injured, for she does still have the frame of a younger sister whom Tanjiro wishes to see no harm come to.

--I love how Nezuko still needs so, so, so much sleep at this point in the series.

--I love how we see Nezuko's thoughts and understanding of both Tanjiro's instructions, and Tanjiro's strength.

--I love Nezuko

--On the titular character of this episode, this series really wasted no time in sending us straight into the main baddie one episode after he was named, even on my first watch I was like, "wait, really?" and Muzan is as stunned about this as we the viewers are.

--He looks at Tanjiro with the disdain of someone who has just found a flea on their fur coat.

--"Kokushibo, are you seeing this? There is a flea on my coat."

--Muzan has insulated himself from the Corp so thoroughly that having this small fry, whom he couldn't even recognize as a Corp member until he had laid a hand on him and Muzan had to actually turn around and look at him, actually get within a mile of him is so ridiculously incredulous that Muzan doesn't even know what to do at first. This isn't supposed to happen. This never happens. WHAT.

--Backing up a bit, Swamp Demon's fear was totally believable.

--And here we have our first taste of what kind of villain Muzan is--a simple one, who really, truly, blatantly has no regard for anyone around him, showing zero hesitation in causing a major distraction. That's really his whole character right there, the fact that he never develops plays in perfectly with how he believes himself to be a perfect being already.

--Other note, I love the bright character lighting used in the nighttime Asakusa scenes, and they feature prominently the building upon which Uzui stands in the Yuukaku opening! I'll be reblogging that nerd post as I get into Yuukaku, but suffice to say here that they put a lot of effort into the time period accuracy of Asakusa.

#kny rewatch #my art #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #kibutsuji muzan #rei #rei's daughter

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sammysvanfeet · 1 year

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Secret Soulmate || Chapter Six

Jake x Reader - Soulmate AU

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: MDNI! mentions of injury, smoking/alcohol, death, weapons (mentions of guns/daggers), allusion to prostitution (nothing explicit)

When Polly had her mind made up, there was no changing it. I’d known her my entire life and if there was one word to describe my sister it would be stubborn. Like the time when she was ten and became obsessed with rollerblading, convinced she could master it without any practice and thus ended up in the hospital. That didn’t deter her though, she kept trying and trying and well… four more doctor’s visits and countless medical bills later, my parents finally put their foot down and told her no more. There was no stopping Polly now though. Once I’d mentioned Josh’s grave, she was hellbent on visiting. I don’t think she even understood why she felt the sudden need to go visit what was supposed to be a stranger to her – but of course, I did.

Jake looked pained the entire time, tugging on her sleeve like a lost child, imploring her to rethink this. I wanted to snicker at his futile attempts but I knew now was neither the time nor place. My mother quickly took care of the bill and attempted to smooth things over with the other guests at the table while the three of us waited outside the restaurant. I lit a cigarette and puffed on it in an attempt to conceal my nerves, not even earning a chiding from Polly. I would say I was shocked but right now my existence was merely a blip on her radar.

The heavy restaurant door pushed open and out came my mother, wrapping her thick wool coat around her to protect her from the elements. I didn’t even register the cooler temperature, probably thanks to the wine I had indulged in. I glanced down at my skimpy sparkly dress, far underdressed for this weather. As if on cue, a drop of precipitation hit the ground in front of me. I hoped I didn’t catch a cold.

“Put that out right now!” My mother shrieked, pulling the cigarette from my lips and throwing it to the ground before stomping on it aggressively with the toe of her patent leather heels. I was so lost in thought that I forgot that I had been smoking right in front of her.

I rolled my eyes and walked away silently to the car, the squabbling voices of the two ‘love-birds’ not far behind me and the angry clacking footsteps of my mother hot on my own heels. I felt almost numb at this moment, nothing could prepare any of us for what was surely to come next.

“Polly, please. This is your last chance to rethink this. Let’s just go back to your mother’s, pack our things and head home.”

“If you loved me, you would do this.” Polly challenged. What a conundrum, Jake wasn’t doing this because he loved her, he was doing this because he loved his twin.

Jake sighed deeply, a sign of him relenting to the fact that he was in an impossible situation. His hand had been forced, no thanks to me. He trudged to the drivers side of the car and climbed in dejectedly, starting the car once all of us passengers were seated. As we began our drive up to the graveyard, light drizzle soon turned into a downpour, the windshield wipers doing little to help with the visibility. Jake drove at a sensible speed, I’m sure he was thankful for the conditions as an excuse to prolong the journey.

The car traveled through winding back roads shrouded in darkness. The whole trip felt ominous, even more so once Jake signaled for a right turn and pulled up to a pair of giant wrought iron gates. ‘Garden’s Gate Cemetery’ the sign read. I shivered, despite the heat on full blast in the car. This was it, this was Josh’s final resting place in this lifetime.

Jake rolled down his window and reached his arm out to punch in the access code into the callbox. The sleeve of his blazer was soaked through as he retracted his arm and quickly closed the window back up. The gates squeaked loudly, even audible over the thudding raindrops pounding on top of the car. It felt like they were opening agonizingly slowly, adding to the tension we all felt inside of the vehicle.

He proceeded to enter through the gates, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. A few minutes later the car came to a halt, my mother and I turning to Jake to await further instruction.

He hung his head, picking at his nails nervously. I daren’t even breathe, lest I break the silence, but Polly began to exhale shakily.

“Pol, are you okay?” I furrowed my brows, suddenly concerned.

“N-no. Something’s wrong.” She clutched at her head, a pained look crossing her face. Her breathing became more rapid, panicked.

“I told you this was a mistake.” Jake directed at me, but his gaze was fixated on Polly with concern.

“What’s going on?” Mother interrupted, “Polly, dear, calm down.”

She ignored my mother’s pleading, instead reaching for the handle and clambering out of the car into the sheets of rain, drenching herself immediately. My mother protested, bequeathing her to grab an umbrella, a coat or something, but it fell on deaf ears. Instead, in the flash of an eye, she took off running into the night.

*Flashback - Circa 1850, California*

Polly placed the last of my curls neatly atop my head and secured it with a bobby pin, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “You’re definitely going to find a husband tonight.”

I hit her arm playfully, “Pol, you know I won’t settle for anything less than my mate.”

“Do you know the current ratio of men to women in California? Hmm? It’s 15 men for every one of us women. The likelihood of either of us finding our soulmates here is very slim. But that makes us powerful, we are a commodity and I bet we could make a pretty penny for ourselves without ever having to get our hands dirty.”

“What you are suggesting is filthy in and of itself!” I responded, appalled.

“Oh, my sweet innocent sister. I’ve heard that the men in saloons are simply paying for a woman to sit with them! No expectations and nothing untoward!” She explained, but I was still skeptical. “They’re all so lonely and downcast, these goldmines have melted many men’s sunshine – but we can offer to sit with them and lift their spirits… for a price, of course!”

I took a final look at myself in the mirror, pleased with my hair and painted face. Admittedly I looked good and I knew I was about to get a lot of attention. Compliments and drunken declarations of love would maybe satiate me for tonight, but I was determined to find true love. One way or another, I would find my soulmate.

Polly and I linked arms as we stepped outside of our shared apartment, strolling leisurely down the bustling street. The sun had started to set and the men were returning from another grueling day searching for a jackpot. There wasn’t much to do in California besides drink at the many saloons, hundreds of them opened up in San Francisco alone. Other men found themselves at brothels or gambling houses, throwing away what little money they had left in search of short term gratification. The gold rush was not for the faint of heart, people came from all parts of the world with a dream of striking it rich, but many failed and lost everything they had in the quest to find a fortune.

We decided on drinking in The Golden Star Saloon tonight and pushed through the batwing doors, all heads turning rapidly towards us. Men’s eyes practically popped out of their heads, hushed whispers and intense stares followed us as we walked up to the bar. A smiling woman greeted us warmly, perhaps the only other female in the vicinity right now.

“I think my prayers have just been answered.” The woman introduced herself, “I’m Edith and this is my saloon.”

I gasped, “Can a woman own a saloon?”

“Women can do anything! Here, let me get you gals a drink and take you somewhere quieter so we can talk. I have a proposition for you.”

We followed Edith into the back of the establishment. She led us through a door with a sign above it declaring ‘NO ENTRY WITHOUT PERMISSION’. It was obviously her office – tasteful paintings were hung on the walls and beautiful oak chairs surrounded a grand desk. There was a fire crackling in the corner, adding a coziness to the room. I’m not sure what I expected the proprietor of a bar to be like, but she certainly wasn’t it. She seemed refined and intelligent, warm and kind. I already knew that I liked Edith. She reached for a bottle of dark brown liquor, what I was assuming to be whiskey, and poured a drink for each of us.

“I’m going to be frank with you, the men around here are starting to lose hope. With that, they’re spending less time mining and are coming back with less money to spend in my establishment. I’ve been operating at a loss, unsure of how I could turn profits around. I think you two might be the answer to that.”

“I’m not a prostitute!” I choked around my sip of whiskey, the burn traveling down my throat.

“I wouldn’t care if you were. But that’s not what I’m propositioning. Have you heard of ‘saloon girls’?” We both shook our heads ‘no’ as Edith continued, “Well, that’s no matter. I’m going to pay you to sing and dance, to brighten the desolate atmosphere of my bar, to get these men excited to make their money and spend it here again. Encourage them to buy drinks, encourage them to laugh. If you’re in, I’ll pay you a generous portion of what they spend.”

“And that’s all we have to do? Sing, dance and encourage men to drink? That seems too easy.” I responded.

“Men are simple creatures and us women have been under their thumb for so long. Now it’s our turn to have the money and the power. I’ll need you to come back tomorrow evening dressed a bit… different.”

“Different how? Do you know how long we spent on our hair and faces tonight?” Polly said defensively, gesturing to our perfectly curled heads.

Edith smiled, “That’s not what I meant. Your dresses tell me you two grew up on a farm. Modest, simple. They’re very nice dresses but they’re not exactly giving men the impression that you two are fun.” She paused, considering her words, “Think brightly colored skirts, ruffles and tassels and feathers galore.”

I raised my eyebrows skeptically, “It sounds like you want us to wear some kind of costume.”

“Well in a way, yes. It is a costume in a sense. When you’re here, you’re playing a part.”

“I think I need some time to consider this.” I admitted, sheepishly.

“I’ll give you til tomorrow night. If you’re in, come back dressed to impress and I’ll pay you a portion of the whiskey commission and if sales are up – then I’ll give you up to $10 by the end of next week.”

My head was swimming with the promise of money, I felt no better than these men hoping to strike it rich. $10 each would pay our share of rent and allow us to feed ourselves generously – with money leftover to save or spend as we pleased. Our parents couldn’t make that on the farm in a month! Polly and I shared a silent look, both of us being seduced with this offer.

Polly downed her drink and placed it on Edith’s desk, “We will see you tomorrow.”

That evening, the two of us stayed up into the early hours of the morning hand-dying our plain old dresses. Beet juice to give us shades of pinks and reds, turmeric and marigold flowers ground down and boiled to give us bright yellows and deep golds. We ripped up our lace curtains and sewed ruffles into our newly-hemmed skirts, our hands aching and sore by the end of the night.

I tried on my creation once it was done, looking down and marveling at the way the bright colors contrasted against my skin. My thighs were exposed slightly over the tops of my boots, but I’d never felt more naked. It was freeing, in a sense, not to be confined by layers of petticoats and linens – but this feeling was foreign. Would I be judged by other women? Would I be objectified by men?

“You’re not showing enough skin.” Polly commented. “You need to show more bust, and get rid of those long sleeves.”

I worried my lip nervously, “I don’t want to look too promiscuous.”

“Here, let me help you. You will still be covered enough, we’re just accentuating your breasts and arms. Men will be looking, but I will not let them touch you.” Polly reassured me, getting to work with her seam ripper, picking out the stitches of my shoulder. She slid the remaining fabric down my arms, before unbuttoning the two buttons by my neckline and helping me secure a bodice over the top of my dress. “Now go look at yourself in the mirror, add some red lipstick too.”

I dipped my brush in the small pot, applying the red waxy substance to my lips before tapping some into the apples of my cheeks with my fingertips. Admittedly, I felt like some kind of circus performer with the bright crimson emphasizing my facial features but Polly reassured me that I looked good.

My breasts were pressed up high, practically threatening to spill over my top. My arms looked long and slender, my thighs full and meaty. So much of me was on display, I felt vulnerable in a way I hadn’t before.

Polly could tell I was feeling uncertain, so she came to stand next me, admiring her own reflection with a confidence I wish I could replicate, “We can’t back out now. We’ve put in all this effort. Just give it one night, and if you’re not happy with the money or you feel uncomfortable then we won’t go back – neither one of us.”

I nodded, feeling her arm wrap around my shoulder affectionately, “You’ve got a deal.”

Our first night at the saloon went off without a hitch. We walked through those same batwing doors to whoops and cheers, wolf whistles and applause . I felt like royalty in my newly fashioned dress, all eyes on me as I bought glasses of whiskey to the patrons. News traveled fast about the new Gold Star saloon girls, more and more men flocking to the bar each night. With the larger crowds inevitably came some trouble, but Polly and I now confidently owned our own weapons. We never had to brandish our pistols or daggers, just remind the men that they were there if we had to use them. That was enough to keep the drunks in place.

Polly took the role of entertainer, confidently singing and dancing while I brought drinks to the men and sat with them patiently while they regaled stories of the wild west. She reveled in the attention, her performances becoming renowned, until one night a case of nerves struck her. She refused to come out of the broom closet-turned-backstage changing room, securing a chair under the handle of the door and effectively barricading herself in. I worried for her, this was so out of character for my sister. I pounded and pleaded behind the door for her to let me in, only when I began to sob did she relent, cracking the door just enough that only I could join her.

“Polly, you’re scaring me. Did something happen? Are you hurt?” I frantically checked her for bruises or blemishes, but found nothing indicating she was injured. “What is it?”

“I–I feel funny. My head hurts and my stomach is in knots. I feel this magnetic pull, like my body wants me to go out on stage but the closer I get, the more it hurts. I’m scared.”

“Oh my goodness.” I inhaled sharply. “Polly, do you remember the story our mother told us when we were little girls? About how she thought she was dying of a mysterious illness the moment she met father?”

“She said her head felt twice its size, like she thought it might explode until he put his arm on her shoulder.” She recalled with a shaky voice.

“Is that how it feels for you now?”

She shook her head profusely, denying what we both knew was true, “I know what you’re trying to say, but there is no chance that my mate is out there.”

“Polly, you have to go out there, you have to at least see for yourself–”

A commotion behind the door cut me off, both of us turning to the source of the sound. Edith’s unmistakable voice was berating a patron, probably some drunk that was overserved and had wandered into her private office.

“I have a pistol and I am not afraid to use it.” Edith confidently stated.

I cracked open the door and peered out, the back of a curly headed man immediately in view and before him, a stone-faced Edith pointing the barrel of a gun into the man’s face. His hands were held up defensively, his stance was balanced and not indicative of a man inebriated.

“Please, ma’am. You don’t understand. I need to be back here, something is calling to me.” The man explained.

“And what exactly is that? My safe? My crates of liquor?”

“All across the west I’ve traveled wayward for, to find the weight of dreams in gold. But I think I’ve found what I should have been searching for this whole time, something no riches could ever afford me.”

“It’s him.” I whispered, unsure of whether or not Polly heard me. She joined me to peek out the crack of the door at the same time the man turned around, locking eyes with Polly instantly.

He moved to come closer to us, causing Edith to fire a warning shot up into the ceiling. The sound of the bullet firing echoed, causing a ringing in my ears. The man crouched to the ground in shock, to which Polly scrambled over to him desperately.

“Are you hurt? Please tell me you’re okay.” She checked his body for wounds the same way I had previously scanned hers.

He uncurled from his stance and smiled up at her sheepishly, a boyish charm emanating from him, “I’m fine now that you’re here.”

“I–I’m Polly.”

She held out a hand in introduction, which he brought to his lips and planted a soft kiss atop it, “I’m Josh. I’m your soulmate.”

Present Day

Mother, Jake and I all looked like we were in mourning; huddled under a single black umbrella, solemn expressions on our face. I no longer had to explain to my mom what was going on. From the scene in front of us, I could tell she knew – such a wicked deja-vu for her to have to relive through her own daughter.

Polly was curled up in a ball, shivering and drenched, wailing like I’ve never heard her before. Before her lay a marble headstone with ‘Josh M. Kizka’ etched into it. A single white rose rested atop, no doubt left by Jake.

“Why?” My mother whispered, trembling at the sight.

I didn’t know how to answer, so Jake did instead, “He made me promise.”

I felt so helpless, this was not the outcome I had expected nor hoped for. This was everything Jake had warned me would happen. The guilt was insurmountable, as I stood above my broken sister I felt utterly responsible for changing the course of her life.

I stepped out of the shelter of the umbrella and crawled across the muddy ground to envelope my sister. She was too heartbroken to protest, so I held her as she cried, wishing I could take away the pain she was feeling.

“I know nothing I say will ever heal the pain you feel. You know the truth now, I know you’ve seen glimpses of the past.” I began to cry with her. “You held me just like this, back in the war when I lost my own soulmate. When I lost… Jake.”

“Why did he do this?” Polly begged me to answer. She looked me in the eyes, despair and vulnerability swimming inside of her own.

“That’s for Jake to answer, but I think we should get you home. You need to change and get warmed up and then he can tell you everything.”

“I’m not leaving him!” She whimpered like a hurt animal.

Jake crouched down to our level, his expression full of anguish, “I can bring you back first thing in the morning. I promise you. You can stay as long as you like, but Josh wouldn’t want me to leave you here like this. Please, let’s just get you home for tonight.”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Okay so, it took me awhile BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I managed to figure out a blurb for the enemies to lovers/fake "dating" thing for Aegon 🤭 enjoy - 🔥

The carriage ride to your family's annual hunt is silent. Both your mother and step-father had forced you to come, only just mentioning you finding a suitor there once you got far enough you couldn't tuck and roll out and back to the castle.

You notice the uncomfortable look on your mother's face. She was currently seven months pregnant. "Are you sure you can ride in your condition?" You ask.

Rhaenyra nods. "I will be fine, darling. The maesters said I will be be fine."

You nod before Daemond chimes in with a smile. "Hopefully you'll be with your own child sooner then late. Make me a proud grandsire."

You roll your eyes before continuing to look out the window. You never hated Daemon, its the fact of knowing your sole purpose was to pop out heirs for whatever lord you were sold off to that you hated. But you knew it was coming. You went out all night, drowning in your cups, hanging around company you shouldn't have, and showing to meetings either drunk or tired or if you were really unlucky, both. The last one having you fall asleep a couple of times. So, you knew Daemon had to get some control with you.

If you were being honest, you were absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth. You also hear its incredibly painful. You would rather do literally anything else than go through that.

Jace leans over. "Don't worry, sister, I'll make sure your betrothed isn't troublesome"

You laugh. Jace. Always the protective brother. You then ruffle his hair, which earns a laugh from Luke.

Once getting to the hunt, you immediately take notice of you Alicent and her sons. The family that joined your family many times over in the annual hunt. You liked them well enough, but a certain one pisses you off the most. Aegon. Alicent's first born. You were just a year younger and you don't remember much about him, besides him loving to lose it in his cups and go into the streets of silk. And the fact you bested him at practice sword fighting. He threw a hissy fit as you, Aemond, Luke, and Jace, laughed as he sulked off.

"You must be cheating!" Aegon yells at you. You had just swiped his sword from his hand and hand him on the ground.

"I'm just simply better then you, dear uncle," you smirked. You offer him your hand but he slaps it away before getting up and walking off like a child. You just roll your eyes before continuing to practice.

Aegon was still practicing his sword skills and you had to admit, he has gotten good. His hair was also no longer in his face but cut short. It suited him. And he grew. Then you almost towered over him but now he towers over you. He seems to notice that you were staring.

He smirks as he sees you before coming up to you and saying, "long time no see princess."

You give him a nod. "Nice to see you too, uncle."

As you all sit down for lunch, Daemon decides to make a toast. "To my darling daughter who will soon be married."

You half-way put up your cup up and you see Aegon doing the same, sending you a smirk. You can feel his eyes burn into you as Daemon says his speech.

Just as the things were looking up and everybody was getting along, Aemond decides to say a toast as well. You immediately sink back into your seat, knowing exactly where this was going.

"To my darling niece." Aemond starts, smirking at you. "Wise. Beautiful."

Don't say it. Don't say it.

"And Strong."

For fuck sake.

You open your mouth to speak up but Jace beats you to the punch. "I dare you to say that again."

Aemond turns to him. "What? You don't think your sister is strong? Hm?"

"Watch your mouth!" You shout, ready to charge at him.

Chaos erupts as Jace takes a swing at Aemond which in turns makes Luke try to take a swing at Aegon, which in turn has his face being slammed into the table, which ends with you pushing Aegon away and decking him in the nose. You're about to go after Aemond after he shoves Jace but you're held back by Sir Criston.

Your mother immediately pushes your brothers behind her as Daemon shoves Criston away from you.

Things calmed down and the hunt resumed. You were still pissed off so you took off by yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Aegon had seen but fought the urge to follow you. You wouldn't admit it but come to find out, you both had much more in common then you originally thought.

As you sat by the fire, soaking up the cooling night air, you wished it could be like this every night. But of course the calm and peaceful night comes to an abrupt end as a boar attacks you. You don't back down, of course, stabbing it until the squeals are no more. Now, you were drenched in blood. But hey, boar for the next night's dinner.

Walking back to camp with the boar tied down, covered in blood, you were met with nasty gazes by almost everyone and confused ones by Daemon and Rhaenyra. You do manage to get a peak at Aegon to see that he is smirking at you and he sends you a nod of approval.

That night you decide to get back at Aemond so, you end up giving a toast.

"To Aemond, the one-eyed prince and my wonderful uncle. I do hope that the pink dread wasn't difficult to tame."

You hear Daemon snicker at your remark toward Aemond and you can't help but smirk as you can see it gets to him and he huffs as he nods toward you. A mutual agreement of a treaty.

Aegon couldn't help himself, honestly. He couldn't sleep so, he decided to go for a walk, only to over hear Daemon talking to Jason Lanister. About you being betrothed to him. The man was old enough to be your father! Something in him told him he had to stop this. He couldn't have this. Oh no.

Making his way through the secret hallways of the castle, he stumbles upon your room. You were sleeping soundly. He couldn't help bur admire you as you slept but he stopped himself, he was on a mission. He casually shakes your shoulder, thankfully you're just as much a light sleeper as he is.

"Princess?"

You groan, rubbing your eyes. "What? Has something happened?"

He shakes his head. "No but come on! We don't have all night!" He throws back your covers and throws come pants and a shirt at you, along with a hat to at least attempt to hide your features. You don't question him as you knew what he meant. A night on the streets.

Almost like a puppy dog, you followed him, making sure you held onto his hand. Just incase.

You roll your eyes as he leads you to a brothel and the tension in it almost makes you pull him in for a headed kiss. Almost.

And after some fun, he decides to tell you about the plan. He knew you didn't know, otherwise you would be attempting to run.

"So, princess," he starts. "I may have over heard Daemon saying you are set to wed Jason Lannister if you couldn't find anyone."

Your eyes go wide and almost like a cliche, you drop your drink.

"But I have a plan."

You shake yourself out of the state of shock. You never knew Aegon to have plans. But you would do anything to avoid marrying Jason Lanister. "I'm all ears," you tell him.

"Marry me."

Again your eyes go wide.

"Not for real. We could make people think we forged a connection. That way my mother will stop breathing down my neck about responsibilities and you can avoid your obviously worse terrible fate." He says the last part jokingly.

You couldn't believe what he was suggesting. You think for a minute. Would it really be that bad? Aegon was just a year older, he was handsome, it left the whole betrothed thing behind, and you knew him. So, you agree.

The next morning, you were set to to meet Daemon as he requested but when you are about to open the door to the room, you hear glass shatter. You peep inside to see what was going on.

"You must not have a brain! I mean a brothel?!" Daemon yells. He sounds furious but you can't tell who he is talking to. "I mean, what lord is going to want her now?! In her condition?!"

You then hear a sarcastic tone of voice say, "better her first experience be with me then some whore."

You instantly recognized the voice. Aegon. More glass shatters and you are no certain you don't want to go into there.

"Wed her to me," Aegon says, the sincerity in his voices almost convinces you but you hadn't forget the plan. "I will take her as she is."

Your mouth drops open. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You knew about Daemon and Rhaenyra's little escape from the castle when she was your age. And you knew what was said. And now you were basically hearing history repeat.

"Fine," Daemon says. "But you hurt her or I get word of you with another, I will have your head. And I will put it on a pike. Understood?"

Aegon lets out a firm, "yes."

"Good. Now, go."

You then hurriedly run as to not be seen.

The plan was in motion and you were ready. So ready in fact, you charged at Aegon and he catches you, pulling you into a hug. But he loses balance as a result of a leg wound he has suffered just a week prior and you both drop to the ground.

Aegon lets out a laugh before leaning forward and whispering in your ear, "remember, sweetheart, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like."

You feel a blush creep up to your face as you push yourself up and help him up to his feet. You mumble a small, "sorry."

Rhaenyra comes up to you, holding her swollen stomach. She gives you a smile. "Daughter, is there something I should know?"

You nod. You quite literally threw yourself at Aegon in front of the entire family. "Aegon had asked for my hand. And I said yes!"

Your mother's eyes light up with glee as she brings you in and gives you kiss after kiss on your head.

At the celebratory dinner, Daemon can't help but glare daggers into Aegon. He may not be your biological father but he still thought of you as his own flesh and blood daughter.

As the night continued, you retire to your chambers and of course Aegon comes to visit.

"You think they bought it?"

"Yes. My mother was over the moon. Good job."

Aegon chuckles. "I should be saying that. You were the one that knock me down today."

"Heh, sorry about that."

"Quite alright, princess."

You decide to bring up his conversation with Daemon earlier. "Why didn't you tell him nothing happened?"

He shrugs. "I truly don't know. Perhaps because if he knew the deed was already done, he would have no choice but to wed us."

"You're clever when you want to be."

Aegon chuckles agian.

And awkward tension fills the air as you don't know if you want Aegon to leave or not. You look up at him to see him tilting his head, looking you up and down. "Say, princess, you haven't done it yet?"

"Done...what?" Then it clicks to what he means. "Oh, no. I haven't."

A smirk reaches Aegon's face as he comes toward you. "Would you...like to?"

You think for a moment. You truly didn't think you would be ruined if you slept with Aegon before marriage. You didn't think the same of your beloved mother so why feel that about yourself?

You nod and Aegon gently pushes you back onto your bed and he tells you he'll be gentle.

The next morning, you and Aegon are entangled in the sheets, his arm around you. He wakes you up by peppering your shoulder with kisses. Your legs are sore but you feel more alive then ever. Even your mother sees it as she comments on how you are glowing as you sat down for breakfast. You try to hide your blush as you come up with a very different response.

As the wedding is set, you begin to feel this engagement is getting more real by the day. You and Aegon find yourselves starved for one another and he can always get a laugh out of you , even when you are upset, and he always seeks comfort with you. You begin to realize that the feelings you've been faking were real and so you confess as much to Aegon. His whole face lit up and he told you he was going to confess the same thing.

You were now finally content and actually happy. You were also happy you had finally met your match.

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apologies for the late response nonnie, but this was amazing!!!! definitely needed this to lift my mood 🥺

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