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russellsppttemplates · 3 months

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I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

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Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 3 months

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Shameless porn of my Tav and Halsin some undisclosed amount of time after the end of the game.

Afab Tav getting a taste of Halsin’s rare dominant side and learning what happens to druids who spend too much time in wildshape

Just under 2k words

(I am a lazy human who writes fic in the notes app of their phone, please excuse dumb mistakes and minimal editing at times)

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The first traces of dawn slip through the window as you were roused from your meditation. You feel Halsin’s hand glide down your side and come to a rest on your hip before pulling your hips firmly back into his.

While Halsin was always fairly forward about sex, the past few days especially had been something. It was not uncommon for one of you to approach the other just about everyday over it, but this was borderline excessive even for him.

Your thighs ached from straddling him many times the last couple days, or from wrapping them around his hips as he fucked you against the wall. It was not really a complaint, nor something you cared to stop, but it was an unexplained change in Halsin.

Even early in the morning, just after meditating, he was ready to go again.

“My heart” he sighs in you ear, “how is it possible that I want you more every day? Every time I lay eyes on you, you’re more beautiful than I remember. It overcomes me and I just need to hear you, taste you, experience you”.

You feel his erection pressing on your backside as he slowly grinds against you. His hand that rested on you hip sliding down to now sit just under your belly button, waiting on an invitation to move lower.

“My heart, how are you not tired or sore?” you ask, half joking and half truly wondering where this drive suddenly came from.

It started three days ago. While bending down to put away a few things in the kitchen in a low cabinet he swept up behind you, grabbing your hips with such force he nearly yanked you off your feet. “Such gorgeous hips” he murmured in your ear, his massive torso bent over yours, dwarfing you entirely “I need you. Now” he growled in your ear.

It was more worked up then you had ever seen him, his whole body heaved with every breath and word and his hands dug into your hips with clear intent.

“Then take me” you replied.

Halsin did not waste a moment. He swiftly hooked a finger into the waist of your pants and pulled them along with your underwear down in one fluid motion. One rough hand immediately slipped down your front between your legs to find your clit and begin rubbing it while the other found your breast. You felt the tip of his shaft seeking entrance to you and you rose to your tip toes to make it easier. He quickly found the entry he craved and sank his full length into you, causing you to bite back a yelp. Halsin was large in every aspect of his being, from his physical size, to his personality, to his emotions, to his cock and right now without any sort of warmup you were especially reminded of that.

This was much rougher than his usual self. Halsin usually preferred things on the firmer side, as did you, neither of you were exactly fragile and pushing limits had its fun, but this was something else all together. From the beginning his pace was brisk, a sort desperation to his movements as if he felt like he was going to explode if he did not have you right then and there. And you and never been so aroused.

You let out a moan as you relaxed and adjusted to him, letting do as he wished and enjoying his sudden forwardness. The moan seemed to spur him on, pushing him to thrust even deeper now that you had relaxed enough to fully accept his length and it felt incredible.

“Gods you feel so good, fuck” you moaned and swore he felt larger than previous times.

Halsin was very much a man of give and take, of slow methodical pleasure. This however, was more base, almost instinctual feeling in comparison.

His breath was heavy in you ear, a strong departure from his usual verbosity. Where he typically sung your praises instead you were met with growls and panting.

You were shoved into the cabinet over the course of his thrusting, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, Halsin’s torso flush against your back was keeping you pinned against the furniture, preventing you from moving, not that you wanted to be anywhere else. He kept his pace steady as he rubbed your clit and his teeth found the side of your neck, biting harder than he normally did, his nails dug into your breast where his hand was pinned between you and the counter.

Breathing was difficult from his weight pressing down on you, but it only seemed to intensify everything. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you felt yourself getting close, every stroke filling you fully and pushing you to the edge. A wordless whine crept into your voice mixed with short gasps, you did not know how much more you could take, but you wanted this to last as long as possible.

This directness from him, the lust, the dominance, it was such a different side of him. Before Halsin, you had been the dominant one in all your encounters, then with Halsin while you swapped who was in the lead you would not say either of you was truly dominant. This though? This reminded you of an animal in heat; intense, rough, not just a want but a visceral need driven by something subconscious. Being desired so carnally, at such a base level lit a fire in your belly in a way few other things ever had.

Your finish washed over you, an intense buzz that started between your legs and dispersed through every inch of your body. You howled and panted his name like you never had before.

Halsin continued his relentless pace and pulled you closer to him even. His breathing was ragged and hot on you neck and you were suddenly acutely aware of how small you felt compared to him as you basked in the afterglow and tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck me full” you told him, “make me feel every last drop”.

This seemed to put him over the edge, he pumped into you hard, nearly enough to knock the breath out of you and moaned loudly.

You did feel it, every drop flooding into you and dripping down your leg, every twitch of his cock as he met his release. Halsin remained in you, gasping for air and coming back down to the ground.

Air flooded your lungs as he leaned his weight off you and his kisses peppered your back and shoulders. You straightened yourself out and assessed the state you were in: bruises marked your hips where you were bent over the counter, nail marks dug into your breast, and you were certain you had bite marks on your neck. Not that any of it mattered, you loved seeing his marks on your body.

“I’m not complaining, but that was… intense” you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry my love, I just needed you so badly” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh don’t apologize, it was incredible. I didn’t know you ever got like that. You were so dominant, so, I don’t know? Instinctual? I don’t know if that’s the right word but I have never been so turned on”.

“Oh!” He said in surprise, “well, in that case, I can definitely promise you more”.

Over the next 3 days it continued much the same. Any time you bent over, or showed much skin, or really did much of anything there was Halsin, begging you to let him fuck you. Every ask was tinged with heavy desperation and lust previously unknown to you, and the moment you let him it was a torrid of rough sex in the first position he could get you in.

You lay there now in bed, naked with his cock pressed against your backside. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, every bit of you inside and out is on the verge of raw.

“My love, my heart, I am loving all of this but I concede, I can’t keep up. What’s come over you?” you ask.

“Come over me? No this is pretty normal for now” he answers.

“Normal? For now?” you ask again.

“Yes, this time of year is typically mating season for bears” he said matter of factly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

“You aren’t a bear”.

“No, but you spend enough time as one and the instincts start to stick around afterwards”.

At this point you could not tell if he was serious or not. The whole thing was so matter of fact, but you had never heard anything about wildshape affecting a Druid like that.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts before beginning “Alright, so, right now you-“

“Want to fuck you against every surface in this house and surrounding forest until my scent covers every inch of you and you’re carrying our child. If you’ll let me”.

“And you remember that that’s not possible right? Even long before I met you I’ve been too stabbed and banged up to ever be able to carry a child. Something I’ve told you and that you said that you were alright with”.

“I’m aware, but instinct is instinct and I’m more that happy to try. Especially if that means we’ll just try forever”.

That answer satisfied you.

“I can be happy with that. But one last thing my love”.

“Anything. Say the word and there’s no length I wouldn’t go to fulfill your wish”.

“Find some positions that don’t hurt my thighs so much. Because if you pin me to the wall again there’s no way my legs are going to hold out”.

Halsin let out a deep laugh, a true and joyous laugh. “My love! I wished you had said something sooner! My thinking isn’t the clearest right now but if I had known-“ out of the corner of your eye you saw the gentle warm glow of healing magic as the hand that had been resting just under your bellybutton moved to your sore legs, “I would have helped with that”.

Much of the soreness and ache recedes as the soft glow fades.

“Actually one more thing, there’s been a few times I’ve been a little raw- uh- inside from all of this. Is there anything that can be done…?” you trail off.

“Yes! There are a few things I can make, perhaps a salve that provides some extra lubrication and maybe something a bit cooling feeling? I could do that, would that work?”

“I think so, and I’d be more than happy to try at any rate”

You feel him press your hips back against his and the throb of his still erect cock on your skin.

“Out of bed. Now. Salve first, trying to breed me after”.

Halsin sighs, not like he could complain about anything. He stumbles a bit as he attempts to pull his pants on, any attempt at salve making would require getting ingredients from the forest and town, and one of those requires pants.

“And love!” you call as he walks out the door, “If that salve works and you keep me from being so sore I’ll start wearing a shorter dress around the house with no panties, or maybe just nothing at all. I’ll give you blanket permission for the season to fuck me whenever you want, like nature intended”.

You had never seen Halsin move so fast to go get the shopping done.

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mendeshoney · 8 months

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can u do a imagine that you and barzal get into a argument and it ends happily

The door slams loudly behind you, and you whirl around, fire in your eyes and venom in your words when you say "Just because you're angry that you're not getting your way doesn't mean you can start slamming shit like a caveman."

Mat's nostrils flare, the vein popping in his neck. "I'm not angry because I'm 'not getting my way,' I'm angry because you're just not listening."

"No, you're the one not listening, Mat. I've said exactly how I felt a dozen times. My mind hasn't changed, and we keep coming back to this same argument because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other with you. You can ask me as many times as you want, but I am not going to uproot and change my entire life around just because you feel like it suits you better."

"But we're dating! And we're in love! What's so wrong with living together if we're dating?"

You push air out of your nostrils, the brunch the two of you just ate turning sour in your stomach. "As I've told you over and over, we've only been together for three months, Mathew. You and I have entirely different schedules, entirely different lives, and I am both not ready to and believe that we are not in a place where I feel I can share my space with you that way, or take that step with you, until we've been together a little longer."

"I can respect your schedule, life, and space, and still do it as your boyfriend who lives with you." He pushes, gesturing around to your apartment. "Have I not done that so far?"

"You have," you say, frustration creeping through your veins at the fact that you've having to explain yourself yet again. "But you've done so because you don't live here. I do. And I've done the same at your place because I don't live there."

Mat waves a hand dismissively. "We sleep over at each other's places all the time, what's the difference if it happens all the time instead of a few times a week?"

"Because that's temporary! That's basically us playing house, not actually living together." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose when you can feel a headache starting to bloom at the back of your skull.

"Well I don't see what's so wrong with me wanting someone to come home to at the end of the day." Mat bites out, and your eyes squeeze shut.

"You already do that. You call me or text me or you ask if you can come over if you need to see me at the end of the day, and I do the same to you."

His face hardens. "Oh, I see. It's fine that way because I get to leave after, right?"

Your eyes fly open and your hands drop to your sides. "Mathew," you warn. "You're being extremely unreasonable right now, and I do not have the energy to continue repeating the same script over and over until it finally sinks in."

"How am I being unreasonable? I'm pointing out the obvious here!"

And that...that's your limit.

The two of you had been arguing about this for the last two weeks off and on, and you'd hoped that this would be the last time.

You don't know if you had another fight like this in you.

"If you can't take no for an answer, then I think it's best you just leave."

He blinks, taking a step back like you've shoved him. "What?"

"I think you should leave." You repeat. "You're not listening to me, you're only hearing the things you think you can pick apart to try to win the argument. But arguing with the person you're in a relationship with isn't about winning, it's about understanding, and you and I clearly don't understand each other right now. So you should leave."

"Baby, I-" he says, swallowing a lump in his throat, and you sigh a little.

"Not like that, just...I just think we need to cool down, okay?"

You can see it in the lines of his body that he wants to protest, to demand to stay and work things out, but instead he nods, jaw ticking in irritation. His hands twitch at his sides, and you know what he wants to do, but clearly isn't sure if he's allowed to right now.

Instead, you approach him, kissing his cheek and gently squeezing his biceps. "It's okay," you assure him. "Just for a little bit."

He nods, body relaxing a little under your touch. "Okay," he says quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Without another word, he turns and leaves your apartment, this time, gently shutting the door behind him.

The second he's gone, all the frustration finally boils over, and you shut your eyes, tears silently falling from your face.

You're brushing through your wet hair, resting on the couch in your pajamas and trying to catch up on your favorite TV show before bed when the intercom on your wall buzzes.

Tossing your brush to the couch cushion beside you, you head for the intercom, already having a good idea of who's on the other side. You press the buzzer to open the front door to your building, then head back to the couch to grab your hairbrush and put it back in your bathroom.

You head back to your living room, heading straight for the door once you hear the soft knocks on the wood. When you open it, you find Mat just as you expected, but what you didn't expect was the find him with his face red, puffy, and tears caught in his eyelashes.

When he sees you, his body launches forward, and he wraps you tightly in his arms, bending down a little to bury his face in your neck, and you can feel him sag with relief.

Carefully, you wrap your arms around him, shutting the door and locking it before walking you both backwards a little, bringing him further into your apartment.

You hold each other like that for a little bit, and when you feel Mat's body shake a little as he starts to cry again, you can feel your own tears brimming in your eyes, exhaustion settling in your bones.

Mat hiccups a little bit, and then you feel him press a gentle kiss to the base of your neck before he murmurs "I love you so much."

You tense in his arms.

I love you so much.

He'd never said that to you before.

"You don't have to say it back." He says, voice scratchy. "I didn't say it so you'd forgive me, or so that it would make anything better. I just wanted...if this was the last time...I just wanted you to know that I do love you."

"I love you too," you say without hesitation.

His body sags a little more, and he holds you tighter. "You were right, about all of it. I wasn't listening, and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," you say. "If I hurt your feelings, or if I made it seem like I wasn't-"

"No," Mat says emphatically. "You have nothing to apologize for. This was all me."

You put your hands on his shoulders gently, pulling back a little bit and frowning slightly when you see his face. He frowns when he sees yours, his hands coming to your face and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

"I didn't mean to make you sad." He mutters.

You laugh a little, thumbing away his tears too. "I didn't mean to make you sad either. C'mon, let's sit down."

You lead him over to the couch, and instead of sitting like you intended, Mat lays down, pulling you with him until you're pressed against the back of the couch and he's essentially wrapped himself around you.

"You're a whole person," he says once you're both settled. "Relationships should be about adding to one another's lives, not trying to take away from them, and I thought I was doing that, but I wasn't. I was asking for something that wasn't for us, but for me, and I'm sorry."

"I get where you were coming from," you assure him. "And I accept your apology."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and Mat's breathing starts to even out as his tears settle. Eventually, the late hour blinks at you from your cable box, and Mat runs a finger along your jawline. "I can go home, if you want."

You shake your head. "You can stay the night, I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He checks.

"Yes," you assure him, starting to sit up and pulling him with you. "I think we've earned ourselves a good night's sleep."

The two of you head into your bathroom to start to get ready for bed, and Mat reaches for your hairbrush while you brush your teeth, running his fingers through it every now and again.

Something in your mirror's reflection catches your eyes, and after you rinse your mouth out and put your toothbrush away, you turn to Mat, tilting your head at him curiously.

"What is it?" He asks, setting your brush down on the counter.

"How about a drawer?" You ask, and Mat blinks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"A drawer," you repeat. "A drawer of your things at my place, and a drawer of my things at yours. It's not moving in, but it's a...a baby step."

Mat's quiet for a second, looking at you almost as if to make sure you're certain about your offer before he say anything. He must decide eventually that you are, because eventually, he nods. "I'd like that."

You hold your hand out to him, and Mat raises a brow at it. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Barzal."

Mat laughs, rolling his eyes before he puts his hand in yours and tugs you to him, pressing his lips to yours.

"I love you so much," he whispers against them.

You smile into his next kiss, winding your arms around his neck. "I love you too."

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alexfromjersey · 10 months

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A SCHOOL TAINTED WITH BULLET HOLES

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

Word Count: 2.0k

warnings: school shooting, mature language, gun violence

A/N: I’m trying to write as much as possible before I visit my dad for three weeks so pray that I can at least finish half this book and at least three chapters for my other book.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

You were being awoken by the feeling of someone poking you in your side, face, and thigh. You peel one eye open and are met with wide eyes and yellow rotten teeth. You jump fully awake, frightened, and scoot to your wall.

The sickly-looking man let out a laugh at your reaction, “Oops didn’t mean to scare ya.” The man was wearing nothing a dirty stained white t-shirt, no bottoms on.

“Rip! I told you, this room is off limits” The familiar voice of your mother enters your room. She was in a red silky robe that was loosely tied and her hair was disheveled.

“My bad. I was just trying to look for the bathroom” Rip snorted and moved away from you.

“Last door on the right” Your mom answered.

Rip nodded and turned back to you. “Sorry kid” He shrugged and left your room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Your mother comes to stand in front of you.

“I’m sorry baby but I told you to always make sure your door is locked every night so things like this can never happen” She spoke softly. She tries to push some hair out your face but you flinch away from her. A hurt look appears on her face.

“Get ready for school or you’re going to be late” She sniffled and left your room.

You sat on your bed for a good extra five minutes before getting yourself ready for the day. You got dressed in a black pullover hoodie, black t-shirt, faded blue jean shorts, and beat-up black and white Cortez. You grab your bag, skateboard, and essentials before leaving your room. You make sure to lock your room up before heading downstairs. Thankfully, Rip was still in the bathroom so you didn’t have to see him in the kitchen. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the kitchen sink.

After you finished, you leave your house without a goodbye from your mother. As usual, you’re met with the sight of your two friends, Quinton and Devyn Hasland.

“Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken from her slumber” Devyn joked in a broken English accent.

A smile appeared on your face and you dap the brothers up. The three of you start your journey to school.

“You know Principal Adams is coming for you for missing like a whole week of school. He’s been hounding me and Q for the last week about your whereabouts” Devyn said.

“I don’t care. School is a fucking joke” You shrugged.

“School helps you get a job” Quinton commented.

“No, school helps you become a dumbass corporate zombie. It doesn’t teach you any life skills. Not how to do taxes. Not how to save money to get a house or car. Or basic life shit that you need to survive. How is a2 + b2 = c2 gonna help me in life? When am I gonna need to know that shit? Fuck school til the day I die” You smiled and stuck your middle finger up.

The three of you continue your journey to school. As you approach the school, you see a rail that you always practice on.

"Watch this" You smirked and throw your board down.

"Nice" The brothers compliment as you skate back towards them. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned around and they lock on to dark brown ones.

Vada Cavell.

You knew her from your Chemistry class with Mrs. Victor. The two of you never spoke but always catch each other staring. Quinton and Devyn follow your eyeline.

“Oh my god, I wish you would just let your balls drop and go talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight” Devyn groaned.

You pull your eyes away from her, “You watched Twilight?”

“I only watched it with Jazmine” Devyn defended.

“Lie. Mom and Pops caught you last week, without Jazmine, watching it in the basement. According to Mom, you look very engrossed in it” Quinton laughed.

“There was nothing else on TV” Devyn sighed.

You and Quinton let out a laugh as the three of you walk inside the school. The brothers make their way to their lockers while you head to breakfast. You were starving and didn’t realize it until you got inside the building. By the grace of God, you managed to get to the café before they closed.

You grab your food and head to pay for it. But when you pulled your wallet out, you realized a $5 bill you had was missing. You sighed out in frustration.

“Fucking dickhead” You mumbled. You put the food back and turned around but you ran into someone.

“Miss Vaughn, nice to know you’re alive and well. Follow me” Principal Adams demanded.

You sigh and begin to follow the principal to his office. But another body runs into you.

I can’t catch a break today.

“Sorry,” A sweet voice apologized. You looked down and saw Vada. You open your mouth to respond but Adams interrupts you.

“Ms. Cavell the bell is about to ring. Head to class now” Adams ordered.

“Sir yes sir” Vada mocked and saluted him before turning on her heels, and walking to class. You chuckled lightly and continued following Adams.

The two of you made it to his office which smelled like straight black coffee and boiled eggs. You already knew what the talk was going to be about so you just relaxed in the chair.

“Jordan Vaughn…failing every single one of your classes and racking up a whopping 37 days absent. It’s not even spring break yet” Adams read from your file.

You grab a red and black sharpie off his desk.

“What is your goal Jordan? What is it that you wanna do with your life?” Adams asked.

You continue to draw all over the underside of your board, not even paying attention to the man in front of you.

Principal Adams sighed, “Miss Vaughn.”

At the call of your name, you look up at him, "Hm?”

“Listen I get it, school sucks and you don’t have a care in the world about your diploma. But you know who does... the world out there. Jobs won't even give you a second thought if you don't graduate. You need to start taking this seriously or you will be left behind while everyone around you is making it" Adams lectured.

"My goal is to become a pro skateboarder, last time I checked you don't need a diploma for it"' You shrugged.

"But you need money. You need money for the fees. You need money for sponsors. What if your board breaks? A diploma leads to jobs that lead to money which can help you become a pro skater.” Adams explained.

He had a point but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Adams grabbed a pamphlet labeled, Summer School.

“You complete this program for one month this summer, you’ll be graduating with your friends next year,” Adams said and slid it toward you.

You reluctantly take it and leave the office before he could say another word.

The hallways were now empty due to everyone being in class now. You walk to your locker and open it. You are stunned to see an apple juice, strawberry Pop Tart, and an orange inside.

“What the fuck?” You questioned. You remembered putting this stuff back. You looked down the halls and saw you were alone. You shrugged and started chowing down on the food. After you finished you placed your board and the pamphlet inside.

SMACK!

You jumped at the noise beside you. It was then followed by laughter.

“I hate the both of you” You mumbled, mouth full of food as you looked at Quinton and Devyn. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?”

“Yeah, but Q saw you with Principal Adams so he texted me to come and wait for you in the hall. Why are you inhaling your food in front of your locker?” Devyn questioned.

“I was hungry. But I didn’t buy this though. It was in my locker when I opened it” You answered.

“Oh, food from Mother Theresa. I need one of those. Tell her to bring me some Burger King” Devyn joked. You rolled your eyes at the boy.

“Boys and Miss Vaughn, the three of you need to get to class before I-”

A loud bang is suddenly heard. Everything starts to go in slow motion for you as you see blood splatter against the school walls. Two more bangs are heard and a girl lets out a blood-curdling scream.

More bangs are heard, now in rapid succession. You barely process the fact Devyn is now on the ground in a pool of his own blood. You look up to see a kid from one of your classes standing there emotionless with an automatic rifle pointed toward Quinton.

“DEVYN!” You hear Quinton scream. It brought you back to reality as you looked down and saw Quinton holding his brother’s body getting blood on himself.

“Quinton! We have to go! Come on Quinton!” You shout as you pull him away from Devyn’s lifeless body. You push him to run down the hall. Another gunshot rings through the hall and you feel a searing pain in your hip area. You push through the pain, you quickly open the door to the girl’s bathroom and push Quinton inside before locking the door behind you. The two of you cram into a stall out of breath. Sweat was dripping down your face and tears were falling freely down Quinton’s.

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting the floor made the both of you freeze.

“Who’s in there?” Quinton questioned.

No response.

“We’re not the shooter. It’s Matt Corgan, we saw him” Quinton added. As your adrenaline begins to fade, the pain comes back in full force.

More rapid gunfire outside the door makes everyone clench in fear.

“Do you know where he is now?” A fragile voice asked. You can hear another girl’s quiet cries in the stall next to you. But you were too focused on the pain.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, my brother” Quinton cried. Tears start to gather in your eyes from the pain and the current predicament.

“Come, come under” The girl ushered. You let Quinton crawl under first. You bend down to follow but a torturous pain shoots through your body.

“Ahh” You cried out. You lift up your hoodie and shirt to see a gaping wound pouring out blood.

“Jordan? What happened, you okay?” Quinton questioned.

You start to feel lightheaded and the world starts to spin and before you know it, you fall onto the tile floor with a loud thud. Quinton quickly unlocks the stall door to see you trying to keep your eyes open.

“No, no, no, no Jordan” Quinton cried and bent down to the floor. He lifted your tops and saw the wound.

“Shit, help me please” Quinton called out to the two girls. His voice was quiet enough for only the people in the bathroom to hear. He puts pressure on your wound which makes you groan and squirm. The two girls exit the stall but retreat when they see you on the ground.

“Please help me,” Quinton sobbed. The blonde-haired girl runs and grabs as many paper towels as she could. She hands some to Quinton and they put pressure on your wound to stop the bleeding.

“Hang on, Jordan” Quinton cried.

Meanwhile, your eyes start to flutter close but a warm soft hand brings you back.

“Hey, you have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them. Don’t close your eyes” Vada’s voice echoes throughout your head.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy with more tears falling freely down her face. She squeezes your hand tight to keep you from closing your eyes. The sound of police sirens and heavy footsteps can be heard.

“Oh thank God,” Quinton said.

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open but they were getting extremely difficult. They were getting heavier and heavier until your eyes closed and your hand went limp in Vada’s.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x oc #jenna marie ortega #g!p reader #jenna ortega #the fallout #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader

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onemillionvolts · 1 year

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18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

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oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

#genshin smut #gi smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin thirsts #genshin x reader smut #scaramouche thirst #✶ neon.writing ✶

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white gold pregnancy scare blurb? 😍

your first pregnancy scare (i say first because let’s be real the two of you fuck raw and like rabbits) happens when you’ve been together about a year, not living together per se, but something close to it. you’re up to your neck in final deadlines for uni, and the last thing you need is your parents breathing down your neck for an entire month.

when your period is late, you aren’t that worried about it at first; you’re stressed, not sleeping super well, it happens. but then it gets to two weeks, and you start to panic, and random, freak sickness throws your world completely off-kilter. matty wakes to find you crying on the bathroom floor, in a total, uncontrolled downward spiral.

“oh, darling,” he murmurs, approaching you cautiously. “what is it? what’s wrong?”

you choke on a sob. “i think i might be pregnant,” you say quietly, deliberately staring at the floor and avoiding matty’s eyes as he wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders.

“okay,” he says after a beat. “are you sure?”

you shake your head. “no. i can’t— i don’t— i can’t be a mum. not right now, anyway. but i— i know you want kids, and it’s,” you pause, biting your lip even as you press into the soothing heat of his body. “i don’t want you to think i’m scared because of you.”

he kisses the side of your head. “we’re in this together, love. you and me, yeah? whatever you want to do, i’m right there with you, okay?” you nod tearfully, overwhelmed in gratitude for his calm, soothing presence. he coaxes you back into the bedroom, lays you down on the bed and holds you, soothes you softly. the pair of you lie in quiet, resting against his chest and clinging to his arms until your cheeks have dried and your breathing evens out. “you gonna be alright if i run out and get you a test, darling?”

you try not to spiral while he’s gone. it’s not like you’ve never thought about having kids with him; most days the thought of him cradling a sweet, squishy little baby is enough to have you in floods of tears. but in those visions you aren’t twenty-two with a dissertation due in two weeks, and it all feels too fucking real.

matty’s back shockingly fast, though. he must’ve driven at least the speed limit to have been there and back in this time. especially because he’s carrying more than just a pregnancy test, arms laden with flowers and chocolates, bubble bath and face masks. he smiles, the simple action infinitely reassuring. “called off work on the way there. whatever it says, i wanna be here for my girl.” you just melt. god, you’re so fucking lucky. “wasn’t sure which one to get, so i just got ‘em all,” he says sheepishly, producing a comically large stack of pregnancy tests, the sight shocking a giggle out of you. he looks relieved, the first time you’ve laughed all morning.

you end up taking three, leaving them face down on the counter while you wait, unable to bear the tension. matty holds your hand the whole time, kisses you, murmurs reassurances against your skin. when your timer goes off, you bury your face in his shoulder. “you look. i can’t do it,” you mumble.

you watch his face as he turns over each test one by one. he’s smiling, but that doesn’t tell you anything, because he’s infuriatingly calm in situations like this. “you’re not pregnant, darling,” he says, and you crumple in relief.

“thank fucking god,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself, and he chuckles.

“alright, angel. you can stop stressin’ so much, now. i’m gonna take care of you.”

matty runs you a bath, the water silky and scented like roses, massaging the tension out of your shoulders. “you know, i do wanna have kids. with you. one day,” you add hastily.

he smiles into the skin of your neck. “gonna be the best mum, darling. when you’re ready.”

“how about we just practice making them for now?” you tease, tipping your head back so you can look in his eyes, wide with adoration.

“i like the sound of that.”

#sweet <3 #sorry if this is inaccurate i do not partake in the kind of sex that gets you pregnant #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #request #blurb #white and gold

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Breakfast is Ready!

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Yandere Hawks x Yandere Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, control issues, forced feeding, implied kidnapping, bondage

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You wake up to the chipper call of Hawks telling you that breakfast is on the table. Dabi groans next to you, throwing an arm over your torso, trying to fall back into a peaceful sleep.

Dissatisfied by your current circumstances, you let out a rather long groan. There’s a chain to the end of the lavish bed, Keigo’s bed. Well, is it Keigo and Dabi’s bed? The situation is still rather confusing to you. They share you, but that’s all you know.

You don’t hear footsteps until the hero is standing right above you with an apron on. His smile is so cheerful, beaming with the light of the sun. You wonder how someone so bat shit crazy could actually be this happy. Is it all a pretense? Always asking questions to keep yourself preoccupied rather than dwelling on how fucked up your life is now, you snap back to reality when you feel the cuff around your ankle open.

Massaging your sore ankle has become a habit at this point after being kidnapped living with them for a month. Keigo rubs your bed head of hair before helping you up. He shakes the villain awake, and you could laugh at how comically those cerulean eyes open up with the shock of being jolted awake.

“Come on, sleepy heads. Breakfast will get cold soon. Besides, you can’t just sleep the day away.”

“Shut up, bird brain,” Dabi yawns as he scratches his mass of black hair.

All three of you sit down at the table to enjoy a delightful breakfast. That’s what Hawks wanted anyway. You, however, are a defiant little brat according to the duo. You refuse to eat, again. Sometimes, you give in because you just simply can’t handle another punishment. Sometimes, you give in because your stomach feels like it’s beginning to eat itself. However, this time, you just want to knock the plate off the table like a cat and yell at them to go fuck themselves.

You settle for just pushing the plate away. “I’m not hungry.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Another fit? Really? Didn’t you just have one of these last week? Don’t you remember what happened?”

Vividly. How could you forget being tied down to the chair and poked with a flaming blue finger? “You gonna eat now?” He’d say before prodding your soft flesh. “How about now?” “This can all stop if you just eat.” “Oh, you’re crying? Does it hurt? It doesn’t seem like it hurts because you won’t eat the fucking food! What? Do you like it or something? You enjoying this? Don’t want me to stop?”

You could only take about fifteen of those before breaking down in tears and eating. The thought causes you to tense up, jaw going rigid with anger.

How could I have been so weak? Don’t think of it that way! The human body has pain limitations. You could only take so much before giving in.

“Chicken wings went through all that trouble to make breakfast for you, and you’re just gonna waste it?” Blue flames coat his hand.

“Wait a minute, Dabi,” Keigo intervenes.

Dabi’s flames suddenly go out as he looks at the pro hero.

“I think we should take a different approach this time. If she’s not going to eat willingly, then we’ll just have to show her that there are other ways of getting her to eat. Maybe, that will help her understand the picture better in the future. What do you say?”

Patchwork lips curl up in a devious smile. “I think Doll Face deserves it.”

You try to shoot out of your chair and bolt for the bedroom, but Keigo’s hand pushes you back down. You find yourself being pinned on the villain’s lap. He grabs your wrists in one large paw before throwing a leg over both of your shins. His free hand snakes around the back of your neck. You try to thrash away from his grip, to squirm with every feisty cell in your body, but he has you effectively restrained.

Keigo’s task is getting your mouth open. You have it clenched shut, thinking he won’t get past it. It comes at a surprise when he pinches your nose.

Now, you have a choice here: open your mouth or pass out. You try to hold out for the last option as hard as you can, but your lungs yearn for air. Aching terribly with each passing second, your lungs feel fit to burst.

Opening your mouth to suck in a fresh breath, Keigo sticks a fork full of eggs in your mouth. He forces your mouth shut and pinches your nose again.

“Swallow and I’ll let go,” is all he says.

Your eyes begin to water, and not just from the lack of oxygen. It’s from suddenly realizing the hold your captors have over you. Their strength is far superior to yours. They can do anything they want with you. ANYTHING. That thought scares you deeply, burning your core.

They continue to feed you until your plate is empty, until every last bite churns in your stomach uncomfortably. You’re completely exhausted from the ordeal.

“Have you learned your lesson, Little Dove?”

You nod your head. “Y-yes, M-m-masters.”

“And, what lesson is that, Doll Face?” Dabi asks.

Remembering the words from last time, you gulp with shame as you say, “No more tantrums at the table, Masters.”

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere #triggering themes #triggering content #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #mha dabi #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #dabihawks #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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Sweet alpha, Dangerous Omega

Cassandra dimitrescu x Reader

Warning: Smut, omegaverse, some violence.

Part 2.

An alpha was a muscular, demanding and aggressive man. Leader of his household.

An omega was a small, obedient and sweet woman. Caretaker of her children.

A beta was the common class, mediocre or talented if the Black God blessed them. A variable.

You didn't know if it was different outside the village, you had hope that it was, maybe far from here you could find someone who would accept you as a partner, you, an alpha woman, a mistake that should have died after going through the presentation like everyone else. However you survived, twenty-three years later you are still here living in a cabin away from the others but within the limits of security, working as a lumberjack for the elders of the village who treat you with hatred and contempt.

What a life.

But you barely had money to survive, the duke had told you how much you needed to be able to leave and the price was something that you wouldn't be able to save not matter how much you try. So you went about your day, waiting for a stroke of luck or a Lycan that will end your life.

"Repair my fence, I don't want the animals to ruining my crops" John, an old farmer had asked you, the wood was rotten and you had to redo a large part of the fence, however you knew well that he was not going to pay you more than what he already gave you. That's why they gave you a job in the first place, they knew that no one else would agree to work so hard for so little.

When you finished, the sun had already set and the temperature had dropped considerably. Starting your way home with your ax held tightly in your hand, although dying sounded easier you weren't ready to accept it without fighting first.

"Shit!" The scream coming from the trees caught your attention immediately. You debated whether to approach to help or follow the path, after all it was not your problem, the strong smell of anxiety, anger and pain reached your nose, an omega, a woman because of her screams. Your instincts took control and when you recovered you were already in front of the woman.

"Fu-ck Co-ld" Her clothing was that of a hunter, perhaps one's daughter wanted to rebel and it ended badly. She was hugging herself with a cloak covering her and a hood covering her face. You could notice with surprise that she was taller than you. You approached carefully, taking into account the tension in her body.

"I'm going to take you to my house, tomorrow you can go back to yours but you can't stay here if the cold doesn't kill you the Lycans will-" A roar interrupted your conversation, a varcolac emerged from the trees, almost as if your comment had summoned it, the beast was covered in wounds but still had enough strength to stand and attack.

You let the savagery inside you come out growling at the beast in front of you challenging it, when it jumped you moved out of its way and put all your strength into your arm driving your ax into its neck to such a point that you couldn't pull it out again.

You ran towards the woman and without waiting for permission you picked her up in your arms, fleeing from the beast that was writhing in pain. You didn't stop even after leaving the forest, your mind had only one thought: return to your territory where you would be safe. Avoiding the traps you placed around as security, you hurriedly opened the door.

Trying to control your breathing you looked at the girl who was looking at you cautiously or so you thought, the darkness did not let you see her clearly. You gently placed it on top of what you called a bed, a small mattress that you had bought from the duke, covered with the skin of the largest bear you had managed to hunt along with the stitching of other smaller animal skins as a blanket, you took off the jacket that were wearing and gave it to her so that she could cover herself more.

"Pathetic Alpha" is how they referred to you, with good reason, your home was a cabin with only one room that served as a living room, bedroom and kitchen with a warehouse that you built for wood and food. Who would want to be your partner if this was all you could offer?

You started looking for the materials to light the fireplace, trying to ignore the shame that was growing in your chest. With the fire lit you turned to see your guest.

"You can sleep if you want, I give you my word that nothing will happen to you" With the fire providing light you could see her better; the hair that was sticking out of her hood was a dark brown, you could only see her mouth and part of her nose, she was rolled up in her cloak with your jacket on her shoulders and the blanket on her lap; she wasn't tense anymore but she stayed alert.

"Your word have no worth to me" her voice denoted her distrust and contempt despite having saved her. However, you did not take it to heart after all, an omega alone with an alpha had to be careful because they were violent and did not accept no as an answer to something they wanted, her caution was understandable.

Nodding you stood up and went to where you left the knives, you took the longest one you had and returning you handed it to her, she grabbed the knife firmly and easily.

"If that makes you feel safer"

"I could easily kill you"

"Do it and you'll have to keep the fire going"

She let out a soft laugh that quickly was oppressed.

You went to the trunk where you kept the few clothes you had you took out the only coat you had and put it on while you went to the warehouse, where you took the bow you used to hunt and its quiver full of arrows.

"I'm going to patrol in case the varcolac comes back"

"Do you really think you can take it down?" You heard the mockery in her voice, at least she was honest.

"No, but at least I can blind it to give us more time to escape"

"It seems that's the only thing you're good at."

"Otherwise I would have died a long time ago, miss."

The adults were cruel and their children imitated them, your parents don't try to protect you, their contempt was clear and the hope that they would love you even a little disappeared the moment they threw you out of the house when you turned eighteen.

You left without saying more

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Cassandra followed you with her gaze until you left. It was the first time in all her years that she had met an alpha female; Her mother had told her that it was possible but as with omega men, there were very few, almost non-existent, as they tended to die during the presentation period.

When she presented she wanted to be one despite her mother's disdain for them, attracted by the strength and natural dominance of the dynamic, the disappointment that came from her when she presented as an omega was immense. It was unfair! Daniela was the one who wanted to be one! and Bela, perfect mommy's girl Bela was everything an omega should be, responsible, maternal, virtuous and patient with a small and attractive body. Not Cassandra, Cassandra was rude, aggressive, sadistic, impatient and impulsive, the second tallest but the most muscular, she was the complete opposite of what an omega should be. However she was the omega and her sisters were Betas. Her entire family were betas with the exception of her aunt Donna who was also an omega and her uncle Karl who was an alpha.

It took years for her to finally accept her dynamic, after thousands of talks with her mother, sisters, and her aunt. So what if she didn't fit the typical image of omegas? She was Cassandra Dimitrescu, proud daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu, of the three daughters the strongest, an excellent hunter, a fearsome warrior and a dangerous omega.

She didn't need a partner, being single was perfect for her. And if she made sure to prolong the pain of the servants who mentioned how undesirable she was, well it was always good to inflict fear on the staff it keep them on line.

She prefer not to think about the periods of heat, where all her stupid emotions came out uncontrollably, where she just wanted to be snuggled with someone giving her all her affection and attention.

At first it was enough with just her mother and sisters but as the years went by her stupid omega side complained about the lack of the company of an alpha more and more often, now the first days she spent with her family and the last ones alone trying to deal with with sexual desire without result, her stupid body wanted the touch of an alpha, feeling empty without it, her room ended up reeking of pheromones for a month despite the maids cleaning it thoroughly, she hated the looks of compassion and sympathy that the maids omega gave her because the stupid message that her stupid pheromones sent was one of misery and loneliness, a plea for the company of a lover.

She wished she had the same abilities as Lady Beneviento who was able to suppress her omega side, leaving her practically like another beta thanks to her mutation.

But nooo, her own mutation made her more susceptible to her wild side in addition to lengthening her heat from three days to a week.

Fucking luck.

She decided to go hunting to forget that in a few more days her heat would begin. She was so concentrated that she did not notice the drop in temperature until she encountered a varcolac. She fought as best she could but was unable to use her swarm and her body was hardening little by little, she knew that it was better to accept defeat later she would return to finish off the damn mutt. She couldn't make much progress, when she tripped over a simple branch her frustration got the better of her screaming at the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the beast and yours apparently.

She now found herself in a decrepit cabin in a pathetic attempt at bed with a stupid alpha giving her protection she didn't need and her stupid omega was so pleased she had to bite her tongue to keep from purring.

Damn luck

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It dawned with no sign of the varcolac or any search group for the girl. Upon entering you found her sleeping curled up in your bed, deciding to leave her like that after such a turbulent night you headed to the safe part of the forest to hunt something to eat for you and her. You weren't the best cook but at least it will be edible.

Despite being up all night after yesterday's heavy work, you felt energized, the desire to impress the young unmated omega made your alpha jump like an excited dog it was kind of silly but it kept you on your feet so you let it be.

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Cassandra woke up when she smelled the food, she didn't even notice when she fell asleep, sitting up and more awake she noticed the smell of dirt and blood, a deer, which apparently you hunted. The animal meat would be enough to quench her hunger for now. She slapped her chest to stop the contented purr, of course the stupid omega of hers was flattered.

When she finished eating she felt it, she was going to enter in heat early, most likely being so close to an unmated alpha made her start earlier to encourage her to mate. She had to leave, she had to go back to the castle but it was still too cold for her to travel, growling she approached the trunk where your clothes were and took it to the bed creating a nest, it was very small, stupid peasant alpha. She took off her clothes and lay down under the blanket, as soon as you arrived you would be a slave to lust and you would take her savagely, with her need satisfied she would kill you and start her way back home, where her mother would reprimand her, assuming that she had already returned from her journey and her life would continue the same as always.

It was that simple.

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It was night when you returned from work, you were surprised when you don't see any news about the girl who was in your home, normally there would be lines of alphas and betas trying to find her for their own purposes, but everything continued like just another day.

When you opened the door you felt the smell like a blow, pheromones, the girl had gone into heat. The smell clouded your reason and when you realized you were already on top of her, your face in her neck, you got up quickly but your body didn't move anymore, she let out an enraged growl and pounced towards you, lying down she sit on your lap she started to rub her face on your neck, moving her hips on your member that was barely contained in your pants, a soft chirp came from your chest; your alpha was happy with the omega's treatment, however, you didn't want to take advantage of her in that state.

You tried to pull her away from you only for her to start growling angrily right in your face daring you to move her. Instead of getting angry at the lack of respect, both you and your alpha were pleased by the brunette's behavior. With one hand behind her head you brought her closer to kiss her and with the other you encouraged her to rub more on your crotch. Her growl turned into a purr which was interrupted by soft moans.

You continued like this until the brunette began to growl again, frustration and desire was what her scent said, when you felt her hand trying to take off your pants you regained some sanity, this was just her heat speaking, after this she would leave or someone would come looking for her. And what would they do to you when they knew that you had claimed her as yours? What would they do to her?

You took your hand away from her and gently pushed her until you placed her on the mattress, you kissed her neck going down to her stomach and towards her most intimate part, the smell of her desire filled your senses.

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Hugging her close with your chest on her back and three of your fingers inside her while you pressed her clitoris with your thumb, you did everything possible to please her, in your mouth you had placed one of your scarves like a muzzle, with a shirt you had tied her hands because she refused to stop touching you maybe you should have put a muzzle on her too because your arms were full of bite marks that the mischievous girl had made every time she had the opportunity, you would swear that she had even licked the blood off.

"Alpha, please, I need you inside" her voice sounded like a siren's song, tempting you to let go of the post you had tied yourself to avoid being drowned. "It's not enough, I need you"

Whining like a beaten dog, you rested your forehead on her back, speeding up your movements while pinching her nipples, concentrating on her and not on your erection trapped inside your pants ruined by the all the times you came.

A little more just a little more, after coming so many times the haze of her heat should diminish enough for her fatigue to overcome her and she would go to sleep for a while. Giving you enough time to go for suppressants with the duke, although that would use up half of your money it was nevertheless a necessary expense.

"I need more, why don't you take me? Don't you want me too?" You want her, you want her so much, despite having reached orgasm you felt dissatisfied, you wanted you needed to be inside her, you could feel her squeezing your fingers and you imagine how delicious it would be to feel her around you. "Come on my alpha let me feel you inside me"

You pushed her face down onto the mattress that was already filled with sweat and cum, using your mouth and hands as you listened to her moans restricted by the sheet.

Just a little more. How much energy could she have?

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The alpha was asleep under her, it seems that the tiredness of the previous day and today was too much for a mere mortal.

Cassandra did not know whether to cry with joy or helplessness while she had come so many times reaching the point of over stimulation, her stupid omega would not be pleased until the stupid alpha push her knot and came inside her, she thought that would be an easy task, the alphas she had found were easy to seduce, she didn't even need to use her pheromones, just one look, one movement and the idiots entered the forest running to their death. But of course the first alpha woman she knew had better control than that, the damn woman made her beg! BEG! AND THE BITCH KEPT REFUSING HER. How dare she?!

She should take it by force, ride her until she was empty until she was the one who begged her for mercy, even unconsciously she could feel her cock ready to be used; easily breaking free of her restraints, the brunette lowers herself just enough to finally free your erection from your pants, licking her lips as she proceeds to have her fun and revenge.

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Opening your tired eyes, the first thing you see is your guest with her mouth wrapped around your dick. You moan when you feel how you touch the deepest part of her throat. Seeing that you are awake, she proceeds to take it out. You can clearly see a thread of saliva and semen coming out of her mouth, with a smile that sends shivers down your spine, she gives the tip a few slow licks going down towards your scrotum... Only to bite one of your testicles, your moan of pleasure transforms into one of pain, her malicious laugh reaches your ears and growling furiously you grab her face forcing her to take you completely, fucking her face fast you remove the scarf from your mouth you talk to her.

"You wanted it so much so take it slut" You see her eyes narrow with a mischievous glint in them "Bite me again and I'll turn your buttocks red, whore"

Feeling your orgasm close to her, you grab her hair, keeping her still while you finish inside her throat, making her swallow your semen. Coming to your senses, you leave her mouth, kneel and lift her into your lap hugging her, ignoring the fact that your head is at the height of her breasts.

"I'm sorry pretty girl, I shouldn't have been so rough with you" you hear a soft moan and feel her rub on your head "You just wanted my attention, forgive me" You caress her back and the small sighs she lets out make you feel guilty.

"We'll do whatever you want, darling."

You feel how her hand begins to gently caress your member until it hardens again, releasing it and moving her hips, rubbing her sex with yours. It's clear what she wants and you no longer remember why you denied her in the first place.

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Yes, yes, yes Cassandra will finally have what she wants, after seeing your good performance her desire to kill you has faded but her desire to have you has increased, she is going to capture you and keep you trapped as her personal pet, she is not going to share you with anyone, she will never let you go.

Concentrated on you, she almost didn't hear the call of her sisters through the connection with her swarm, no, no, no, why now?! The door swings open violently before you can enter inside her.

She see the moment that your instincts change from procreation to protection.

Fuck her luck.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #My work

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No but imagine this, dottore with an s/o or crush that was nice and friendly with him during his academia days that he grow so attached to them he became obsessed 👁👁 bonus points if when they meet again years after graduation (in his case getting kicked out lmao) but they no longer view him in a positive light that it becomes enemies to lovers(?) with dottore being a full on yandere

IDK there's just something so satisfying with the trope of mf who's willing to burn down the whole world for their darling while darling either hardly notices them or is oblivious 😭😭😭 especially this trope with the fatui 🤭

A 1000x yes to this😭 also the trop of a villain who's ready to burn down the whole world for you is one of my absolute all time favorites <3

gn!reader, yandere!dottore, mention of a panic attack, a tiny bit of cursing and violence but really nothing major

ok so i think it's canon that dottore while still studying at sumeru academia was terribly bullied and called a heretic? so i imagine that his darling was a star student, very well liked among both peers and teachers and as a side hustle/hobby has been researching about khaen'riah but that's for later

so when they were walking at night around the school grounds they saw someone getting pushed and cursed at and darling being curious went over to investigate and saw a young man getting beaten up by three much bigger men

after interrupting the petty squabble by threatening with calling for a teacher and being called a 'bitter bitch' you help the sage haired man up and ask if everything is okay.

the first thing you notice about him besides his hair color are the rows of razor sharp, shark-like teeth that he clenches, from pain perhaps? he did take some pretty strong punches, moreover he's not the biggest around.

your worry from dottore's point of view was pointless and annoying, a pain in the ass, really. besides come on, just how much more cliche it can get? the star student of sumeru academia, the up and coming researcher who will certainly 'shake the world of scholars' and come up with something that never-well, you get the gist; he really thought that what were you doing here was some pathetic attempt at a lousy pity party to gain *good person* points from teachers and peers so he rudely brushed you off with a sneer and a cold 'piss off brat', and that was the end of it.

but oh how mistaken he was. here he was, a few weeks later, sitting with you in the ancient academia library, listening intently to your recent research about ruin guards. what? can't he listen to someone finally making sense in a place that supposedly was to be filled with the most knowledgeable people? and the fact that you were so...nice to him? was a very pleasant change in pace with all the dirty looks he got from everyone.

you never looked at him in disgust. you never sneered at him when he told you about the various experiment he'd perform with what limited resources he had. you never berated him or called him insane, a disgrace to the arts of magic and scholarship. you...you were something else, something that somehow managed to move the stone cold void that was his heart.

so he started to observe and learn. dottore knew that although you two were friendly enough as it is, direct approach could scare you off. he wasn't stupid, he knew that if he outright told you 'i'm obsessed with you and sometimes i feel like ripping my heart out and giving it to you on a silver plate if that was what you'd wish for'. he watched you almost every second of your day; studying, attending lectures, laughing with your silly little 'friends'.

speaking of which, he found that your classmates irritated him terribly, especially when some of them would stand so disgustingly close to you it made dottore's skin crawl with barely concealed fury. but could he afford making a rookie mistake and made your frinds dissapear one by one? no, no he unfortunately couldn't. he had to maintain status quo if he wanted to get even closer to you, his love. everything would turn out just fine.

well it was going just fine until he got kicked out of the academia for 'performing heretical acts of indescribable cruelty'. cruelty his fucking ass. in short, after a few months of observing you and getting even closer, he overheard some boy talking with his friend about wanting to confess to you and he saw red. sharp teeth clenched almost painfully, red eyes blazing with anger and hatred as his fingers tangled into his blue-green hair and tore at his hair.

'no no no this can't be happening' dottore heaved, breaths coming out in quick panicked puffs, he felt his chest contracting painfully. no no, he can't loose you like this, he just can't. he's well aware of his reputation, both in the academia and probably in this whole god-forsaken country. you'd surely reject him, leave him for some goody-two-shoes and live your happy ever after, far away from a abomination like him, dottore.

the only thing that tore the man out of his self-destructing thoughts was an idea. something so simple yet so lasting and effective that he felt plain stupid for not coming up with it earlier. he'd simply kill that little pest. yeah, kill the golden boy and the problem will solve itself, besides his research concerning the creation of the perfect enhanced human was almost complete, all he needed was a live subject, what could go wrong?

well, as it turned out-everything. anger and jealousy clouded his logical mind and made some rookie mistakes that ultimately led to teachers and guards find his secret makeshift laboratory and the gory mess of the student, or at least what remained of him.

so dottore made the only logical choice and ran as fast and as far as he could from the guards. his only regret was not to be able to see you one last time before his untimely departure. soon after he met the lord harbinger the jester who offered him basically unlimited research opportunities if he agrees to create an enhanced human that could withstand a god, and well, as they say-the rest was history.

yet he was completely unaware of the tears you shed of many nights to come, crying quietly for the man you came to love and lost so quickly.

it wasn't until many many years later that dottore overheard some fatui agents talk about a known magician and khaen'rhia researcher, (y/n) (l/n). the man would lie if he said he didn't stop dead in his track, his genius brain almost overheating from that one simple sentence.

'so you're alive and well, huh my dove. it looks like destiny is on our side after all. don't worry, i'll make your stay extra enjoyable, just you wait my sweet~'

#hhhhhh this took me an ungodly amount of time to write #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #dottore x reader #genshin impact dottore

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DEAD MEN § THE DIVINE

chapter three: mysteries that muddy the keep

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to be many things. What she became was entirely different.

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trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

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The weight of the day had gotten so heavy, she wondered if it showed in her muscles. Her attempted massagings in her chambers earlier had done nothing. Dinner with the family had not finished on any higher of a note, and all Maetilda could think of was the promise of winding down for the evening. Ever the responsible and obedient child, Jacaerys had been instructed to escort both Lucerys and Maetilda to their respective chambers before retiring to his own. Giggling like an ornery boy as he treated his brother as he would a lady, the older walked in the middle with his two siblings on each of his arms. Princess Maetilda’s sworn sword, Ser Gunthor, followed behind them about ten paces back. He was struggling to conceal his own laughter under his breath, but the princess’ trained ears could hear it nonetheless. There were worse things than laughter. Let the servants talk. What ill would there be to report about the three of them joking around the corridors? Unlike the Hightowers, theirs was an innocent party. The siblings continued to snicker as they tried and failed to trip each other. That is, until Lucerys actually lost his footing and hit the ground. Then the three and the knight behind them were in stitches. Their laughter rumbled the corridors like a dragon’s roar. They cradled their aching sides from the loss of air, but the hysterics would not stop. Even Lucerys remained sat on the ground, too weak from his giggling to stand. Straw, dirt, and whatever other filth that lay there undoubtedly messing his trousers. Maybe they had too much wine at dinner.

The laughter of four easily covered up the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor. Especially the stumbling uneven ones of the King’s eldest son. Prince Aegon was moving as fast as he could in an attempt to escape his guards, Sers Arryk and Erryk Cargyll. The crashing and clanking of their armor was eventually what won out over the sweet notes of laughter. The four bodies froze as they heard the three sets of footsteps approaching them. It was hard to see who was coming around the bend of the corridor. As if snapping into a trance, Ser Gunthor spun on his heels and unsheathed his longsword. Prince Jacaerys stepped up next to him at the ready. Completely unarmed, Princess Maetilda threw her body in front of Prince Lucerys who had gone shell shocked on the ground. Her skirts were surprisingly excellent at hiding the boy. However, they all seemed to relax as the scene running toward them finally came into view. The King’s eldest son could not run straight. He bounced back and forth from wall to wall as his feet carried him. Liquor and bile was spilled down the front of him, staining his dress shirt. His pants were untied and threatening to fall off his fleshy hips. Fresh off their laughing fit, the four struggled more than usual to keep a straight face.

“Prince Aegon, you best slow your pace! Your knights look as if they’ve been chasing you for far too long.” The princess could not help but taunt from behind the protection of two swords. He was drunk after all. And she was not completely of sound mind either.

“Til, shut up!” Jacaerys hissed under his breath.

“I’ll have you know we do this for fun!” Aegon barked.

“Is it time for them to put you to bed?” She poked.

“I’ll put you to bed, cousin!” The threats came so quickly it was as if he didn’t have to think of them, “Since your thickheaded father doesn’t seem capable of finding you a husband.”

“You couldn’t walk up the steps to my chambers if you tried!” Maetilda sneered.

“I shall order these two to carry me if I must!” He laughed, gesturing to the Cargyll twins who looked uncomfortable flanked behind him.

“That’s enough.” Jacaerys cut in authoritatively, “Prince Aegon, you will not dishonor my sister and your own. Not tonight, not ever.”

“And what would you do about it, boy? Take one of my eyes?”

Jace visibly stewed as his mind searched for words. Maetilda’s mouth began to move before she had even realized it, “He would not have to do anything. Your knights are sworn to protect us as well. Unless you’ve forgotten you’re speaking to the second in line for the Throne after the heir.”

The laugh that left Aegon’s throat was hearty, sarcastic, and maniacal, “Ah, yes! It must have slipped my mind. My apologies, your Grace. I shall go sheath my sword in another woman and imagine it is the cunt of your sweet sister, as is honorable. Send me an invitation to the wedding if she ever finds a man miserable enough to put up with her.”

Instinctually, Maetilda’s arms flew around her stepbrother’s arms and torso as he went to launch forward at the oldest Prince’s insults. The princess’s heart beat wildly in her chest. She was sure her brother could feel it on his back. He thrashed against her with fury and determination. Ser Gunthor kept his sword raised threateningly. His face was beat red as his body shook with anger. If this were not the King’s eldest son, the knight would have already snapped. That much was very, very clear. He looked like a sadistic bull, reading to charge. Aegon’s laughter seemed to only grow. The princess knew she had to keep both the swords at bay as she fought back flashbacks to the aftermath of Aegon’s brother losing his eye at Driftmark. They were men and woman grown, skirmishes could not be fought over petty insults from a man with bile on his shirt, “We will not swing first.”

“Your knight looks like he’s going to expel dragonfire, princess! Oh, what a sight!” Aegon continued to taunt, “I would love to watch the twins poke holes in him. Let him go, won’t you?”

“Aegon, go to bed.” Maetilda spat, shoving her knight and her brother behind her, “You are drunk and making an embarrassment of yourself.”

The prince’s laughter ceased at the e-word. The taunting noise stopped short in his throat. His back straightened as he fixed the front of his shirt anxiously, but then he smirked, “Please do tell my mother of the disgrace I am. We shall meet again soon.”

Without another word, the Prince turned on his heel and doubled back down the corridor, taking a different turn than the one he came down. A tapestry of a peasant kneeling piously before a High Septon hung on one of the walls. It billowed against the stone as he passed. The Cargyll twins paced behind him. All four of the original party stood still in shock, regaining their breath. Jacaerys rolled his eyes as he huffed and puffed, “That’s the direction of either the library or the Hand’s Tower, not his chambers.”

“His mother can worry about him now.” Maetilda grumbled.

“What he said was wrong, Til.” Lucerys finally spoke up.

“Nyke gīmigon.” She bit back. (I know)

“He doesn’t know what he speaks of.” The boy pressed.

“I know!”

Parroting the King’s eldest son, the four parted to their chambers without another exchange. Jacaerys escorted his younger brother while the princess’s sworn knight escorted her. The walk felt short. The princess was deep within her own mind the entire time. It was as if she was waiting for a barrage of guards to come rounding the corner to take her to the dungeons. Punish her for saying the things she did to the King’s eldest son. Just because she had a title, did not mean she was immune from being accused of treason. With Lucerys’ inheritance in question, it was hard to say what else was safe. Especially with the blood of the Rogue Prince coursing through her veins, a man who had been banished more than once, it would not be hard to accuse her of ill-will. The two reached her chambers, and the knight held open the door. Her handmaidens were already inside, readying the room for sleep. Noarysa lit the fire while Adelyn oiled the full bath. Like a toddling infant, Maetilda stepped into the room and took off her jewelry in a trance. The maids greeted her, helped her disrobe, and lowered her into the bath. The princess did not say a word as they scrubbed at her body, soaped and oiled it. Before moving onto her hair, taking out the adornments, unbraiding and brushing it. They avoided getting it wet, as she only washed her hair in the mornings, but the steam would be good for it nonetheless. Noarysa massaged the princess’ scalp with her fingernails, drawing a subconscious hum from Maetilda’s chest. After her bath, she was dressed into her silk nightgown. It had angel sleeves that never made her feel overheated at night. The gown clung to her chest before cascading down to her ankles, allowing for plenty of legroom in bed. Before Adelyn and Noarysa could get to work on sleeping braids, the princess dismissed them. Leaving her silver honey hair cascading in curly waves down passed her tailbone.

She almost didn’t hear the door shut behind them. Her insides boiled and bubbled worse than any stew or bathwater. The grown prince knew how to cut deep with his words, or perhaps he was just accidentally talented at it. Regardless, the princess returned to her pacing from before, this time doing it out on the balcony in the gleam of the moonlight. Memories of the night Aemond lost his eye bounced around her head mercilessly again. The queen rushing forward, dagger in hand. Aegon’s snickering. Aemond’s grunts of pain. Jace and Luke screaming as both Daemon and Rhaenyra had thrown themselves in front of them. The Velaryons launching into action to cover her sisters, Baela and Rhaena. Her two sworn knights at the time, Eddrin and Wyllam, were the only ones to move to protect her. The Hightowers would have harmed them all that night if it weren’t for the King, perhaps they would have killed them. She could not shove the memories down this time. They looped and echoed over and over and over again. She hated that night. She tried her best to never think of it, pretend it had never happened. But it always seemed to haunt her. Her family was still not safe.

In a desperate attempt to continue its own torment, her mind drifted to that of her mother. The Lady was said to have been brazen and bold, steadfast and level headed, noble and intelligent. Her knights spoke of her highly, often proclaiming that she could back even a giant into a corner with her words alone. She was sharp, both in wit and instinct. With every fiber of her being, the princess wanted nothing more than to emulate the great stories of the woman she did not know. Would she have sat and let the Prince speak of her in such a way? To her in such a way? The woman of the stories would not, certainly not. She would have been more likely to spring forward and wring his neck, despite whatever the Cargyll twins would have done to her for it. She would have met with the King himself and made her threats directly to the Crown. The princess worried that she would never be like her mother, and it filled her with shame. Her face twisted as she fought back tears that suddenly threatened to spill. She was better than that. Her mother would not have cried like that. Perhaps her mother would have been ashamed of her too. Although she would never know; a truth that hurt worse than any embarrassment or shame.

As she paced back inside, her chambers began to feel hot, too hot. Her skin dampened with sweat and her breath felt humid. She scurried around the room to blow out various candles, knowing the fireplace would die out on its own. Yet the chambers still felt hot. So much so that she could not even look at her bed or the blankets that laid upon it. Instead, she opened as many windows as she could, allowing the night breeze to roll in. The curtains billowed viciously in every direction. The fire dwindled as the breeze circulated. A few more candles blew out on their own. Despite the movement of the breeze, it was too quiet. Even a whisper would feel like a shout as no usual noise floated from King’s Landing and into the castle walls. Her paces continued as her limbs itched, unable to shake the feeling that she needed to do something. She had too much energy to expel. Her mind was too loud. She was too hot. It was all too much. She needed out. As if possessed by a spirit, she sprung into action. Flung open her wardrobe doors, her hands grabbed the first overcoat her eyes landed on. Despite the heat she felt, the princess was not about to be caught dead in an immodest state after Prince Aegon’s snarls in the corridor. Her hands shook as she fastened the all-encompassing, navy blue garment into place. She felt like she was floating as her feet quickly carried her over to the door.

Ser Gunthor jumped as she opened it, “Good evening, Princess. It’s quite late to be going anywhere.”

“My room is too hot. I need to leave.” She told him, staring him furiously in the eye.

“Are you alright, mi’lady? You look a bit pale.” His brows furrowed as he pushed himself off of the wall he leaned upon.

“I just told you.”

Without another word, the princess took off down the dark corridor. Her knight had half-a-mind to grab a lit torch as he scrambled to follow her. It was, more often than not, their only source of light as they walked. Maetilda had no idea where she was going, especially without the light of day to guide her. Regardless, her bare feet padded across the floors at an even yet frantic speed. She could tell that the knight behind her was trying to quiet his steps, but the clunk and squeak of metal continued to sting her ears. They had wandered to the base of Maegor’s Holdfast and back before accidentally turning down the same corridor that Aegon had earlier. She could tell by the menacing tapestry of the peasant kneeling before the High Septon. The imagery sent a shiver down her spine. The princess was not entirely sure what she was looking for or where she was headed. Luckily it was late enough that the corridors were empty; they were wider and more intricately decorated at this part of the keep too. Only the occasional rat crossed their path, soon followed by a prowling cat. Admittedly, the cats were cuter at the Red Keep. They looked well fed and cared for. Their hair was brushed, and there were only minimal signs of scarring from fights. They seemed much happier than the ones at Dragonstone that liked to patrol both the castle and the beaches. Those cats were grumpier and far more food aggressive, despite the fact they got fed regularly. The princess suspected they were in competition with the seagulls more. Dragonstone generally had a harsher climate to it too. Not as bad as Storm’s End, but enough. Perhaps the storms stirred the cats up. That or the mass of dragons nested at Dragonmont. She missed the sounds of them deeply. Their chirps and bellows and roars. Most especially, she missed her own dragon. Her presence and her temperament. Whenever she felt like a fifth wheel amongst Jace and Luke and her twin sisters, she knew she always had Shrykos. They could lose days together in the sky, drowning in each other’s comfort. Her heart ached at her companion’s absence, having left the she-dragon at home per the Queen’s orders.

The paintings and tapestries were all different from the ones she had very vaguely remembered being there. All symbols and imagery not etched in stone had been replaced by that of the Seven. Even then, many statues had been replaced too. It was an uncanny sight that made the hairs on the back of her head stand up. None of this was good. There were doors periodically lining the corridor, many of them shut and locked. A few led into solars, one contained a room of instruments, even a room dedicated to having portraits painted. She had sat for a personal one on the steps in the throne room at Dragonstone only half a year prior. She wondered if all of those rooms were differently decorated now too. And if any of the lords and ladies put up a fight as the Queen ripped each piece out one by one. And what she did with the discarded relics. Perhaps the rooms that were locked were the ones that had not been made over yet. As the princess walked, her father’s less than enthusiastic mood began to make more and more sense to her. A place he had known for most of his life looked as if it had been usurped right before his eyes. It must have been nauseating. The Hightowers knew no boundaries. The Red Keep was not theirs to decorate. His mother, Princess Alyssa, had infamously loathed all things ladylike. Yet she had a hand in selecting many of the pieces in the corridors herself. There were no dragons anywhere. And their absence was too loud. Perhaps this made her father miss his own mount Caraxes as well. Together, they had been to war and back. Yet, they had not come back here together after almost half a decade.

The doors to the library were already slightly ajar when she had passed them. It was peculiar enough for her footsteps to falter, causing her to halt all together. She found herself glancing back at her sworn sword for reassurance, only to find him looking at her as if she had sprouted two more heads. Annoyance bubbled within her at his lack of blind trust in her, but she pushed it down as she decided to push the door to the library open further. She would snoop with or without him. Although he was quite literally sworn to follow her. Her footsteps froze yet again once she was inside the room. The expanse of it was breathtaking. Full-length windows for as long as the eye could see and even on the ceiling. The moon cast its own light and shadows through each one of them, allowing for the hall to be more visible than the corridors had. Rows upon rows of bookshelves lined the walls and room, as well as chairs and tables and chaise lounges. There were fireplaces and barrels of wine, just about anything one could imagine in a room dedicated to reading and study. The princess audibly gasped at the sight. Her eyes drank in every dark nook and cranny. She could only imagine the beauty it held in the daylight, especially in her uncle’s prime when the gardens that lined the windows would be in full bloom. Her brows furrowed as she stressed over which direction to head first.

“Only a few of the lamps are lit, Princess. Do you think someone is here?” The knight whispered into her ear, tickling the skin around her neck.

“Well, it certainly isn’t Aegon. I doubt he can see straight enough to read.” She muttered back.

“He did leave in this direction.” Ser Gunthor countered quietly.

This made the princess pause as she could not deny the sworn sword had a point. She could not hold his gaze as she mulled over his words, taking the time to listen for any signs of life. The library hall was utterly silent. Not even the squeaks of rats or chirps of crickets could be heard. So as not to make the first noise, the pair crept down the entrance stairs on the balls of their feet. The princess was wide awake. She could have easily paced up and down every single shelf and aisle. There had to have been so many books that she had never even heard of, it was hard to wrap her head around. Much to her dismay, as much as the princess could expertly read and write, she found it impossible to actually read a book. Her mind was too busy, too loud. She would read one page and forget what she had been reading for the previous three, forcing her to have to go back and repeatedly reread. One book could take her an entire month. However, she found it much easier when she could listen to someone else read aloud. It was even better if she could have her own book to follow along and make notes on the margins with. The latter was an occurrence that only happened a handful of times before as it was rare for a library to have repeat copies. Unless they were school books or particularly popular titles. The princess did not like to draw attention to the practice of hers, but she was always sure to buy two books when she held the coin purse. Without any forethought or planning, the princess turned into the first aisle with enough moonlight to see, eager to peruse at least a few titles. Perhaps she could convince Jacaerys to read them to her. She would absolutely have no luck with Lucerys if asked. He would only do so if he thought it was a joke. Another squeak in the knight’s armor made the princess halt in her step.

She turned to him sharply and whispered, “You must not come down the aisle with that torch! You’ll start a fire.”

“Princess!” He hissed as he obediently backed out of the aisle and held his torch away from anything made of parchment or wood.

“What?” She hissed back.

“You must not go far!”

“I will do what I want.”

“We don’t know who is in here!” Without another word from her knight, the princess turned on her heel and paraded away from him.

“Gods be damned!” He muttered under his breath.

She paid him no mind as her head whipped around on every angle it could to get a view of every single title possible. History, mythology, poetry, even romance. They were all organized by subject, it seemed. ‘The Love of King Jaehaerys and His Queen’ According to her father, there wasn’t much in the end. They grew at odds over the behavior of one of their daughters. The romance books never mentioned that part. Her hands jumped out to grab the spine of one titled ‘The Travels of Silverwing and Good Queen Alysanne,’ pulling it from the shelf to hug it to her body. As she walked, she wondered if any of the books had illustrations. It was rare, but some did. They were normally found in children’s books. It was expensive to hire an artist, and even more expensive to have their work replicated on more than one copy. She knew if she were to find any with them, it would be in the Royal Library or at Oldetown — but women weren’t allowed in that library. She reached out to grab another titled ‘King Jaehaerys’ Many Daughters.’ Ignoring her knight's complaints, she weaved in and out of the maze of aisles.

The princess passed by tales of the North and the Neck. There was a large section dedicated to the Isle of Faces, a place she had only scarcely heard about. She walked even deeper until she found the aisle that made her heart sing. The section dedicated to the Vale. Books on the landing of the First Men, the Winged Knight, the Mountains of the Moon. She gasped in delight before scurrying down the aisle. Her eyes drank in every single spine, searching every single title for a book on Runestone. There seemed to be none. She made it all the way down the aisle, searching high and low, before she found a small book about the Bronze Kings and added it to her collection. ‘The Mighty Histories of the Bronze Kings.’ As the princess pulled the book from the shelf, the light of several candles caught her eye. She hugged it close to the others and turned to investigate. In a small clearing tucked back in a corner, sat a table and chair stacked high with books and candles. The candles had not been lit long, wax had only just begun to pool at the bottom. Perhaps they really had interrupted someone’s study. One of the books sat open on a middle page, there was a metal bookmark located a bit deeper into the book. It looked as if they had planned on returning.

Completely at the mercy of her own curiosity, Maetilda crept forward so that she could catch a glimpse at a few of the titles. ‘The First Men of Runestone,’ ‘Robar Royce, Second of His Name, High King of the Vale,’ ‘Runesmen and Their Gilded Honor.’ That had been where all the books on Runestone had gone. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Who would want to be reading about her house and her histories? Her feet carried her farther forward so that she could see what the book laid open was about. As she took careful steps forward, she could not help but notice the words on the page were not written in characters of the common tongue. They were runes. With a hand on the current page, she flipped the front of it forward to reveal the title: ‘Magic of the First Men: Runes and Their Many Uses.’ Perhaps Aegon really had come to the library. In his drunken state, he could have felt a wave of passion. Although the King’s first son was not known to be a bookish man.

A crash sounded from one of the aisles over, causing the princess to jump back from the books. Wanting nothing more than to avoid another encounter with Aegon, she clutched the books in her possession tighter to her chest and scurried back into the maze of aisles in the direction of her knight. She nearly got lost in the expanse of it before she spotted the light from the torch he held. She was thankful he did not say a word as she silently ushered them up the stairs and out of the room. It was almost time for her knights’ shifts to switch when they had made it back to her chambers. The princess delivered Ser Gunthor one last expressionless nod as she ducked back into her assigned bedroom for the evening. With the breeze from outside still coming in through her open windows, the room finally didn’t feel as hot. Book on the Bronze Kings in hand, she crawled under the blankets and into bed. It was comfortable. Her assigned accommodations at the Red Keep were more than comfortable. Regardless, sleep evaded her. All she could think about was that abandoned stack of books.

A/N: idk i love this chapter. just be careful around open flames y’all.

xoxo messy

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mj-iza-writer · 5 months

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Triggers: Drugging. Abuse. Voyeurism. Black Market.

What if Whumper ran a dark web only fans, and Whumpee has to endure whatever Whumper's fans pay for.

"Hello everyone, I'm here live with Whumpee", Whumper slams their hands down on Whumpee's shoulder causing a muffled groan from a gagged and muzzled Whumpee.

"The same rules apply, five dollars to elongate their suffering by five minutes. Ten dollars to elongate the torture for thirty minutes. You can pick what their punishment is for thirty dollars", Whumper walked around to the camera, "rules are simple, I won't kill them, so don't bother asking, they are how I get paid."

Whumper smiled, "as requested Whumpee has not had anything to eat or drink since our last live show a few days ago. I will be removing that request for this one, as they will need to eat and drink something after this. They've been a bit cranky lately so I will have to feed them."

"My account is open, Whumpee is very excited to see what happens", Whumper turned to Whumpee, "aren't you?"

Whumpee pulled against the ropes tying them down to the chair.

"That's the spirit", Whumper turned and watched their account filling with money, "we have some eager fans today."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper picked up a whip.

"I'm just going to whip them until we get a request", Whumper turned to Whumpee and began the assault.

Whumpee fell forward shakingly when Whumper stopped to check the request.

"That's dam near a hundred dollars in fives and tens. Looks like we'll be here for a while", Whumper smiled into the camera, "I also see two request, and your money has been deposited."

Whumper grabbed a bottle of water and took a big drink, "first request is to give Whumpee salt water", Whumper began pouring salt into the bottle, "this is going to suck for them, they are so dehydrated from not getting water, they'll drink this right up, but the salt will suck away any water they may have."

Whumper shook the bottle as they removed the muzzle and gag.

"Drink it", Whumper shoved the bottle into Whumpee's mouth and tipped it. Whumpee started to choke as the water dumped into their mouth, but the flood didn't relent.

"The second request came from the same person, and they asked to also pour some of the salt water into Whumpee's face", Whumper yanked the bottle out of Whumpee's mouth and dumped the rest onto Whumpee's face.

Whumpee screamed as they clenched their eyes closed. They instinctively tried to lift their hands to wipe their face, but they were limited by the ropes.

As they continued to scream, Whumper replaced the gag into Whumpee's mouth.

"Those muffled cries are so sweet", Whumper walked to the camera, then eyed the account, "just a reminder I do limit these to five hour sessions, if my math is correct we are over three hours. My account will freeze when it is maxed, and it will not allow any more five dollar or ten dollar payments."

Whumpee slumped forward as tears streamed down their face. Their eyes and throat burnt from the excessive salt. Their tongue felt like it was swiveling up.

"Hmm, I like this request", Whumpee heard Whumper laugh, "do your favorite punishment to Whumpee."

Whumpee gulped.

Whumper grabbed a pair of pliers and approached Whumpee.

"My favorite punishment is to pull off fingernails. They scratched me once. After that I decided it was easier just to remove the nails instead of wasting time cutting and filing them", Whumper started to pull the nails off one by one as Whumpee screamed louder and louder.

Whumpee's throat was raw by the end, their fingers were numb as blood dripped from the tips.

Whumper walked over to the monitor, "hmm, hey Whumpee, you'll hate this, but I just received a thirty dollars request to remove your toenails. Are you ready?"

Whumpee frantically shook their head no. They pleadingly looked at Whumper as they knelt down and untied one of Whumpee's feet.

"Pwease", Whumpee begged, "pwease nuh."

Whumpee's breathing was shallow once Whumper was done. Their head bobbed as their vision began to blur.

Whumper looked sadly at the camera as their session would be ending soon.

"So we are at our final few minutes of this live session, and I have one last request that popped up. I am turning off the payments now. You all maxed me out almost instantly and got us to five hours, I'm sure Whumpee was grateful", Whumper chuckled as they looked back at Whumpee.

Whumpee's head hung back, and their breathing was struggled.

"I absolutely appreciate everyone's support on my live feed shows. It is a huge blessing", Whumper stood, "now for the last punishment to be inflicted; find my biggest hammer and take out one of Whumpee's knee caps."

Whumpee's head shot up and they looked worriedly at Whumper.

"Oh that got their attention", Whumper chuckled as they approached Whumpee threatingly, "I need to go get my hammer, be entertaining for them until I return."

Whumpee looked at the camera pleadingly then lowered their head.

Whumper came back with the hammer.

Whumpee looked up pleadingly.

"We have to do it, I've already been paid", Whumper chuckled, then raised the hammer, "it's only one knee, not like you need it."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as the hammer came down.

They groaned as the hammer repeatedly hit down onto their knee.

Whumper stopped and went to the camera, "thankyou again to everyone who joined our live and all of the support. We will be back next week for another live video with Whumpee. That should give them plenty of time to recover."

Whumper turned to look at Whumpee, then backed to the camera.

"Maybe", Whumper laughed, "signing out."

Whumper untied Whumpee and dragged them back to their cell.

"Please, please", Whumpee cried out as they were lowered to the floor.

"Okay, shh. You did such a good job today", Whumper shackled Whumpee to a long chain welded into the wall, "do you want your reward?"

Whumpee wiped away some tears with their arms, leaving a trail of blood along their cheeks.

They looked at Whumper and shakingly nodded.

"Very well, let's get some food and water in you, and I'll drug you up", Whumper laughed.

Whumper helped Whumpee eat and drink.

"Yep that salt water was a harsh one", Whumper filled another cup of water and offered it to Whumpee, "get another cup in you before you become higher than a kite."

Whumpee frowned and watched Whumper move around the room, preparing the drug.

"Okay here we go", Whumper sat down and finished rolling their maraujana special, "fresh from my garden."

Whumper took a few puffs before holding it up for Whumpee.

"That's the stuff", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee started to lose consciousness after a few minutes. One final puff pushed them over the edge. They no longer felt anything. A line of drool spilled from their mouth as they fell asleep.

Whumper sat back against the wall to finish out the joint.

"Light weight", Whumper sighed.

"Get some rest, Whumpee", Whumper blew one more puff at Whumpee's face before pushing them to the floor.

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Attending Hogwarts w/ the DSMP: Year 4

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Quackity & Charlie, Technoblade, Eret, Foolish

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

* Disclaimer: Some characters appear in some years and some don't. Also angst, mention of death and this will probably be pretty long

Hogwarts Series || Previous Part

[I am sorry in advance for what I'm about to do]

*Oh, also, there will be a part 2 to this year, which will only concentrate on the Yule Ball

❝ Dream ❞

Dumbledore happily announced the start of the Triwizard Tournament that would take place at Hogwarts this year

In collaboration with Beauxbatons and Dumstrang

Everybody was hyped for it, the tournament being very famous among wizards for it's dangerous tasks

Unfortunately for you, Dream and Sapnap, the age limit was much higher then you three were

So you just complied with watching the tournament

Well, that was the plan at least...

As Dumbledore finished announcing the three competitors and was about to begin the feast, the Goblet's fire turned blue spitting out two other names

Everyone was on the edge of their chair. This had never happened before in the history of the tournament, what could this mean?

"Harry Potter and Dream Wastaken..." The principal mumbled, befote turning towards the students

Dream looked at you scared, he couldn't have possibly put his name into that. You two had been hanging out and actually getting to know eachother these past few years; and not even once had you seen him near the Goblet

As the two Hogwarts student were taken away by the professors, the Great Hall was filled with questions and boo's

The Triwizard Tournament had just turned into a Quintuple Wizard Tournament

You and Sapnap ran to your friend, asking what the verdict was. He told you that he had to participate, because his name was chosen

You three spent the rest of the evening trying to discover how or who put Dream's name in the Goblet, and what their intent was

When you had no answers, you three just decided to call it a day and concentrate on getting the blonde ready for his first task

Harry told Dream about the Dragons, sending you and your two friends in a panic

But all the quidditch training seemed to have paid off, because he was able to get the egg pretty easily

While preparing for the second task you three stumbled upon a Beauxbatons student

"You can use the bubble charm to breathe under water" a brunette boy, who overheard your conversation in the library, told you

He was wearing some blue robes, clearly indicating what school he came from

Dream turned to the boy, desperation in his eyes "Do you by any chance know the charm? Can you teach me??"

The boy nodded and you three thanked him, before asking for his name "Oh, my name is George"

Thanks to George, the second task was also easy. But you wouldn't know... because right after George agreed to helping Dream, you were called into the principal office just to wake up in the lake the next day

From what you understood, to Dream you were his most priced possession, which lead you to be chosen to take a potion that would momentarily freeze you

Between this, and the events that happened at the Yule Ball, ypu two couldn't be closer

And as the third task was approaching, you couldn't be more nervous for Dream

You two spent all the nights, leading up to the third task, on the astronomy tower. Just talking about your time togheter and your future plans, eventually falling asleep in eachothers arms

Then came the day of the third and last task. The maze looked sinister, and the weather wasn't helping you calm your nerves. You held onto Sapnap, as him, George and Punz were trying to calm you down

In the maze it wasn't any better. Dream had to knock down Technoblade to wake him up from whatever spell he was put under, only to be dragged away by the maze with him

When he came out, with the pink haired man in his arms, you couldn't help but be happy

F*ck the tournament and the win. Your boyfriend was alive and that's all that matters

While you and Dream collided into a hug, you heard the cries and shock of the other students. As Harry Potter came back with the cup, and two other lifeless bodies...

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

George wasn't really interested in the tournament

On the contrary, he despised it.

Putting wizards in danger just for a cup and recognition? Idiotic.

So, as the first task went on, he explored the Hogwarts castle; ending up in the countyard

You walked there a few minutes later, surprised to find someone else there

"I wasn't expecting anyone here, because of the whole tournament" you spoke behind the boy, who turned to you

"It doesn't really interest me. What about you?" He asked as you sat down near him

"Big crowds aren't my thing" you answered, to which he nodded

You two introduced yourselves and started to get to know eachother

You showed him around the castle, near the Forbidden Forest and lastly the quidditch pitch which was were the tournament was being held

You two got out of there pretty quickly

But you learned a lot about him in that little time, like the fact that he was an animagus!

He would sometimes turn into a cat, just so he could sleep near you and not get questioned to why he was sleeping at weird hours

You found it absolutely genius

Around the second task, you and George found yourself in the library

You wanted to find a book about animagus, so that maybe you could try becoming one too

But instead you stumbled upon one of the contestants, Dream, and decided to help him with the bubble charm

After the tournament ended, and the spirits were down because of all the commotion, it was time to say goodbye

You both honestly didn't want to be separated

Yes, you had known eachother only for a few months, but you both could clearly tell that something was there

He hugged you closely as the Beauxbatons carriage arrived. Thanking you for the amazing time he had passed with you and hoping to see you soon

He left you with a kiss on the cheek, you touching the spot in hopes of seeing him again

❝ Quackity + Charlie ❞

You had unfortunately distant yourself from your two best friends

You see, near the end of the first task of the tournament, Wilbur Soot had asked you out

Charlie was happy for you

But Quackity didn't like the news of you dating Wilbur

You didn't know why, butt he always said he had a bad feeling about him

He thought Wilbur would just use you and be done with you by the end of the year

When in reality, it was the opposite

You liked Wilbur, you really did, but not as much as you liked Quackity

You two had been friends for years, he always cared about you more then anyone else and you trusted him more then anyone else

But he had been talking about his crush on Cho Chang gor a while, and you couldn't stand listening to him talk about another women

So you decided to move on

This caused Quackity to be distant towards you, and Charlie going with him because he knew you'd be ok with Wilbur

After the Yule Ball, things seemed to go back to normal. You two talked things out and were now on a road for something new

But because of the broken friendship, you two had failed to notice what Charlie was going through

From what little Dumbledore had told you. Charlie was never a muggle. He was adopted by muggles, but his real parents are wizards

They apparently had helped imprison Barty Crouch Jr in the past

And since this year he was back, disguised as Moody, he took advantage of Charlie's loneliness

Charlie, as requested by Moody, was sent to keep guard of the cup until one of the contestants came to get it.

But, once Harry and Cedric arrived, they were all transported infront of Voldemort himself

And you know where this lead too

Harry came back with two bodies that day. Cedric and Charlie's

You and Quackity couldn't believe the sight infront of you. Your childhood friend was death, his life was taken away at such a young age

Dumbledore adviced you to not be too hard on yourselves, but you two couldn't help but feel guilty. If only you had paid more attention to him...

Needless to say that the loss had brought you two closer...but at what cost?

❝ Technoblade ❞

The pink long haired man had all eyes on him as he walked into the Great Hall

The Dumstrang student was well known. Not only for his looks, but also for his amazing quidditch talent and relation with Phil, Tristin, Wilbur and Tommy

You, like all the other students, found him absolutely fascinating

He walked confidently like he owned the entire school, not a single emotion shown on his face giving him that mysterious vibe that everyone loved

He was almost scary

But as soon as his family came to talk to him, you could get a glimpse of a very small smile on his face

You encountered him a few times during the year

He helped you get a book from a high shelf in the library and even caught you when you accidentally bumped into him

These moments may seem all cliche, and trust me they are, but maybe they were meant to happen for a reason

You managed to talk to him at the Yule Ball, and you were pretty happy about it

But by the end of the year all that hapiness dissapeared

You weren't able to say goodbye to him in person, since a crowd of fans surrounded him as he got onto the boat

But he gave you a small smile when he found you in the crowd of students

And that's all you really needed

❝ Eret ❞

They were the most eye-catching veela anyone had ever seen

Students of all gender drooled over them and even tried to get a chance to get to know them

But, unfortunately for them, they turned all of them down

After a while everyone realized that they had their eyes on one specific student, who happen to be you

Eret had only seeb you a few times in the first month they had been there, and they were already very intrigued by you

They tried everything to get your attention, well except approaching you

You made the curly haired man so nervous, that they were scared of not saying anything once they were infront of you or saying the wrong thing and making a fool of themself

But they had to get over their fears, and the Yule Ball gave them an opportunity to spark up a conversation

Eret approached you one day, while you were reading a book at the astronomy tower

[You'll have to discover the rest in the other part haha]

❝ Foolish ❞

Like his fellow classmate, Techno, Foolish had all eyes on him

He wasn't as famous or popular as Techno, but he was attractive enough to catch the attention of the Hogwarts students

In a matter of months a fan club had started just for him and he happened to stumble upon the group one day, only to be followed around the whole castle

You happened to be getting out of the charm classroom, because you forgot a book, just when Foolish and his group of fans were about to pass by

Noticing the uncomfortable look on his face, you grabbed him and hid togheter in the nearest broom closet

You two were basically chest to chest, the closet being smaller then you anticipated

"I'm sorry for the...lack of space" you mumbled embarassed. The boy shook his head, grateful to have been saved

"It's all good, you basically saved my life. I swear I heard one of them scream 'give me a piece of your hair'! It was mental!" He exclaimed quietly, mimicking a girly voice which caused you to laugh

"Bloody hell...well you owe me then, huh?"

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bucky-barmes · 2 years

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♥︎ Platonic Soul Mates ♥︎

[ gif from @topgundaily ]

bob floyd x gnc!reader

in which you finally meet bob's friends in Miramar

created off of this prompt from @givethispromptatry

never thought i would be one to read let alone write anything for bob floyd, but here we are and i adore him

word count: 1,599 words

contains: general fluffiness, seresin being a shithead (whats new), reader mildly threatening someone but all in good faith, just nice wholesome gentle fluff

As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Robert Floyd went way back. Like way back. We’re talking all the way back to kindergarten. You knew the second you saw the bigger kids picking on him in the playground that you would be there to stand up for him.

From that first time you shoved the bigger boys away from him and stood between them and him, Bob Floyd knew he would always be friends with you. Forever.

And you both stuck three to your 4 year old selves promises. All throughout your school years, you were side by side, ready to take on the world together.

It wasn’t until Bob left for the Naval Academy that you truly separated. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel like a lost puppy, heading off to college without your best friend, your partner in crime. It was like you had to learn how to function all over again. It was so foreign, doing things you would have normally done with Bob, all by yourself or with other people. Like moving into your college dorm.

Nevertheless, life continued on and you learned how to live without him. The two of you talked as much as your schedules allowed, and you were present for each other’s graduations. He had to pull some strings to get the leave, but Bob would have done anything humanly possible to see you on your big day, even leaving base without permission if he had to. You were his best girl, and nothing was more important than the precious and now limited time he got to spend with you.

And that’s how you ended up here, at Miramar, AKA Fightertown, staying with Bob on base for two months.

After the Dagger teams’ success with the Uranium bunker bombing, they were all able to remain on base to rest and recuperate. Along with this, they were able to invite one person onto base to spend time with for the duration. Immediately, you were Bob’s choice, no questions asked. At this point, it had been years since you had seen each other and you both were feeling it. You were more than best friends, you were soulmates. Those two people that are just destined to be in each other’s lives forever. Two peas in a pod.

“Bobby!” Your high pitch squeal could be heard through the outside rec ground as you dropped your bags and sprinted towards your best friend. Everyone was staring dumbfounded as Bob wrapped his arms around your waist instinctively when you wrapped yours around his neck, lifting you off the ground and spinning the two of you around. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your head nestled in his neck, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Neither of you feeling the burning stares from Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw and the other Dagger teammates. All of them staring in utter shock. This was not what they expected in the slightest when Bob had told them about his friend from home coming to visit.

“Well, well, well, good ol’ Bob does have game.” Seresin smirked as he sauntered over to the two of you, bringing you both back to reality. Bob gently but quickly dropped you from his tight grip, hand flying up to the back of his neck to scratch shyly. The rest of the group made their way over behind Jake, everyone equally as curious, just trying the more subtle approach.

“Are these your friends, Bobby?” You turn to beam up at him after giving the group a once over. God he missed your smile, and he automatically mirrored it back at you. "Hi, y/n! You're new here, right! Let me present you some of my... Uh well I guess I can call that a family." Bob gestured awkwardly to the group standing before them. There was an unspoken understanding that after the events of the Uranium bunker mission, the group was now more than just a team, they were a slightly dysfunctional, makeshift family. And it worked.

“We’ve got Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Mickey Garcia, Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch. The others are… around somewhere.” He smiled at you sheepishly. “Guys, this is y/n, my best friend.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as everyone was staring at you, some eyeing you up more than others.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Jake reached out his hand, smirking harder than before if that was even possible. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss to your knuckles, making you blush even harder.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Hangman.” “All good things I hope.”

You could sense Bob stiffen next to you and you nudged his shoulder with yours. “How could you keep a girl like this a secret from us, Bobby?” “Don’t call me that.” Bob’s teeth gritted together at the sound of Jake using your nickname for him, you chuckled at his reaction.

“Sorry, Hangman, that name’s reserved for me only.” Jake raised his arms up in surrender, but something told you it would definitely come up again in future.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Bradley’s eyes shifted between the two of you. There was certainly a stark difference between you. Bob and his famous shy and reserved personality, he was always one to keep a low profile and never get involved in a fight let alone start one. And there was definitely a look about him that was the total opposite of you.

You, on the other hand, were loud and in your face, never afraid to start a fight if necessary, hence how the two of you became friends. And there was no doubt about it, you were beautiful. Conventionally attractive, yes, but there was something about you that just lit up a room no matter what the energy was before. You radiated pure and unadulterated joy.

Except for when you didn’t. And only Bob knew the true gravity of a situation when you were anything but your joyous self.

“We grew up in the same town.” You spoke for the both of you, noticing Bob was too lost in his thoughts to answer Bradley.

“Met the first day of kindergarten, and the rest is history.” The group eyed you both again as you stared up at him with nothing short of adoration, him staring right back at you, a lopsided grin spread across his lips.

“Ah, childhood sweethearts, how sweet.” Jake had a shit eating grin plastered on his features, knowing full well that you weren’t dating, he was just trying to get a rise out of Bob. Which worked, Bob went bright red, hand flying up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck again.

“What? No we’re not-“ “We’re not dating.” You interjected, finishing his sentence that he was probably never going to get out.

“Just friends.” Bob added sheepishly.

“Oops, my bad.” Jake held his arms up in mock innocence. “Anywho, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m ready for some grub.” The rest of the group all nodded in unison, mumbling some form of affirmation.

Bob had jogged back to where you dropped your bags, carrying them inside for you.

You trailed behind him, spying Natasha hanging at the back of the group.

“So, you’re the famous Phoenix I’ve heard so much about.” Slowing your pace to walk beside her, you eyed her.

“Should I be scared?” She mimicked your movements, eyeing you, only hers held a note of nervousness.

“Mostly good things,” you offered her a small tight lipped smile. “But I heard about that training mission.” Phoenix’s face dropped, not sure where this could possibly be going. She’d only just met you, Bob’s best friend, and she’d already ruined it.

“If he gets hurt, I’ll kill you.” You stopped in your tracks, deadpan as you spoke and there’s a beat of silence. Then another. You couldn’t see it, but Phoenix was sweating. When she heard her WSO’s friend was coming to visit, she couldn’t wait to meet her. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Until, you cracked a grin, nudging her with your elbow. “It’s my job after all, as his best friend and personal bodyguard.”

The sigh of relief Phoenix let out was definitely audible enough for you to hear, deciding ignoring it was best after the stunt you just pulled.

“I’m just glad you brought him back safe from that mission.” Your eyes wandered to Bob’s retreating form, smiling softly. You could see just from the way he walked how comfortable he was with his team.

“So am I, so am I.” Phoenix reassured you, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she watched the way you looked at your best friend. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bob was pretty reserved with what he let on about you to the rest of the team, but he’s told me a lot about you, too.”

“Oh really, only good things I hope?” You smirked at her as the two of you started your walk back into the rec hall inside, getting to know each other along the way.

You didn’t notice it, but Bob was watching the two of you from the doorway, a content smile on his face as two of his closest friends were finally able to meet. He already knew that this was going to be the best two months he’s had in a long time.

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[A video file is attached. In it, a woman with dark hair and a pink jacket can be seen giving treats to a very large Noctowl, while Maria—her back to the camera—is staring up at the Goldenrod Radio Tower.

"A frontal assault... would, in all likelihood, not go very well," Maria murmurs, mostly to herself. "Not with those numbers. If I still possessed my blade, then perhaps..."

"The chocolate one is still in the freezer at home," Reina says, glancing up from her Noctowl. "Could work for intimidation, if nothing else. Assuming it didn't melt too quickly."

"...It did melt rather significantly merely in transit there alone, and I would rather not rely on bluffing." Maria sighs. She sounds irritated. "They learned from going against Lance and I..."

"There is a League hotline for stuff like this."

Maria's head snaps over to look at her. "As in... a phone line?"

Reina nods. "Tried calling it. The number seems to have been disconnected, which... three guesses as to who's responsible for that."

"I only require one." Her gaze returns to the tower. "They must have been planning this for some time... was the lake merely a distraction?"

"One hell of one," Reina says. "They can't keep this up forever, obviously. But they don't have to, is the thing."

"...This Giovanni. Who is he?"

"The founder of Team Rocket, back in Kanto. He used to be a Gym Leader there. No one knew he was involved at all until the kid who brought them down the first time—lovely boy, by the way, apparently an absolute terror in battle—made it to his gym and recognized the guy. At which point Giovanni supposedly turned over a new leaf, disbanded Team Rocket, and swore to love and cherish Pokémon from then on."

"Hm." Maria sounds skeptical. "Where is he now?"

"No one knows. He resigned his position as Gym Leader and vanished." Reina sighs, wraps her arms around her Noctowl, and buries her face in the mon's feathers. Her next words are muffled. "Kid who took him down the first time got fed up with all the attention and went to go train on a mountain somewhere, never came back, and given that he was my Ethan's age at the time... I wouldn't want to make him deal with these people again. I wouldn't have wanted him to deal with them the first time."

"I see."

Reina looks back at her. "If Giovanni truly did turn over a new leaf, then... maybe, just maybe, no one's coming to help them. But they're sure enough that he will that they were willing to pull a stunt like this."

"Hm," Maria says. "Then I have a time limit."

"Wherever he is, he's likely already heard the broadcast," Reina says. "I don't know what will happen if he rejoins them, but I doubt it would be anything good. It was... bad, back in Kanto, back in those days. I moved to Johto for a reason. I don't want to have to uproot our lives all over again, but I can't... Ethan deserves better than to grow up in a region with Team Rocket."

"...At least he is almost as far away from Goldenrod City as one can be, at the moment."

"True. There's that. At least... at least there is that."

Reina looks like she's ready to cry. Maria glances back at her, uncertain. She takes a step toward the other woman, opening her mouth—

There are footsteps from behind the camera. Quiet at first, then louder. Someone is approaching from that direction. Maria's head snaps up to look behind the camera, and after a few moments, so does Reina's.

"Hello, Maria," says a voice from behind the camera. "I'm afraid that you and I have much to discuss, and rather little time to discuss it."

The video ends.]

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The door to the detention block buzzed, as General Shaw swiped his badge and allowed the eye scanner to authenticate his identity. He walked down the dark hallway, his shoes being the only noise in the prison block. He approached his first destination and peered in on a blonde woman inside.

"Good afternoon, General Shaw," she said.

"Ingrid," he greeted in response.

"I trust that my information has garnered my freedom?" she asked.

"If your information on the location where you hid the scroll you used to slip into this world pans out…then yes, a discussion about your freedom may be on the table," he replied. She hissed and came into the light, wrapping her hands around the bars.

"You told me that I was free to go and be with Emma if I gave you the location of that scroll," she growled.

"And we'll discuss that further when I get the scroll and see if it is of any use to us," Shaw said.

"Besides, Ms. Swan has her parents now. I doubt she has any room in her life for you," he added, as he moved onto the next cell.

"Your information was limited to a land that was not part of the Dark Curse. All our real information has come from our wooden friend here," Shaw said, as a figure hobbled up the bars, revealing a completely wooden and adult August W. Booth.

"Without the book, we could have never come to know everything that we do about the other realms. Rumpelstiltskin was never very forthcoming and his tongue was much harder to loosen. But you have been singing like a bird, my puppet friend," Shaw said.

"Because you promised me the cure," August rasped.

"I have given you all the information you've asked for from the book that I can remember. You promised me one of the Dragon's cures," he pleaded.

"Yes…and we still don't know why the trigger reversed the magic that the Blue Fairy used to turn you back into a human child. It's more evidence that the trigger somehow punishes the liars and villains," he mused.

"Yet you jumped at the chance to help a likely enemy of your people for the chance to help yourself again," he added, as he produced a glowing potion from his jacket pocket.

"It would seem you have learned nothing, but the cure is all yours," he said, as he gave it to him. August scrambled for it and popped the cork, before downing the liquid. Shaw watched, as wood turned to flesh and August breathed a sigh of relief. The General opened the cell and let him out. August watched him wearily.

"And just so you know…I have learned. What's the catch for this magic?" he asked. The General smirked.

"You'll need another elixir every two weeks and if you want it, you'll work for me," he said. August sighed. He knew something like that was coming, but he was so desperate to be human again that he was ready to do just about anything.

"I'll be in touch. If you make contact with anyone from your land until I say it is okay, the deal is off and you'll end up in a wood chipper somewhere," Shaw warned, as he handed him a burner phone. August nodded and took the phone, before being led out by security.

"Let me out of here!" Ingrid demanded.

"Sorry…you told me of your powers and I can't risk you figuring out magic and plunging the world into an eternal winter," Shaw said.

~*~

After picking up the baby, they arrived home with everyone following. Emma opted to grab some takeout after getting Henry and soon, they were all gathered in the Charming living room, eating dinner and discussing the harrowing events of the day.

"We have to figure out what they're hiding. They know more than they're telling us," David insisted.

"We agree, mate…but you and I both know we'd never make it past that kind of security," Killian replied.

"He's right…I was their captive for three years. We must consider the possibility that there may be others," Rumple interjected.

"You think so?" Belle asked. He nodded curtly.

"I told them nothing during my time in their captivity, despite promises of freedom. I knew a lie when I heard it. Only when the magical anomalies began occurring did they reveal others had survived. Until I had that piece of information, I never considered cooperating," Rumple said.

"And others might not have that strength of will, especially if they're promised the right thing," David said.

"If we can figure magic out…then nothing they do matters. We can take down any security team and foil any of their attacks," Regina said.

"Magic worked fine in Storybrooke once you learned how to use it," Snow replied.

"What's your point?" she asked.

"She means that it didn't for you at first. What did you do to suddenly get it to work for you?" David asked.

"I…I went to my darkest place with the help of my mother's spell book. That's no longer an option," Regina replied.

"Maybe a magical object is the answer to activating it," Emma suggested.

"Which is great, except that if anything survived, they probably have it under lock and key," Regina replied. Emma deflated a bit at that. She was right…who knew if anything had survived at all and if anything did, they had no way to get to it.

"When you created the trigger, you should have warned me it could do this," Regina hissed.

"Except that I didn't create the trigger, dearie…nor the curse," he revealed.

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"We thought you wrote the curse?" David asked.

"No…it was written by a very dark being, who intended to use it much in the same way that Regina did. I am able to tell you everything about the curse, but the trigger is something of a mystery to me. I didn't pay it much mind, because I never thought you'd be foolish enough to use it," he said sternly to his old apprentice. She huffed at that. She was getting tired of being blamed for their predicament, even though she was the reason for it.

"Did you know this dark being?" Snow asked. He gave her a look and there was a long pause.

"Yes…she was called the Black Fairy," he said, offering nothing else at the moment.

"What happened to her?" Henry asked curiously.

"When she became a dark fairy, in pursuit of creating the dark curse, she was banished to a nether realm by the Blue Fairy. Only she knows of her motivations and how she came to be corrupted. Despite my attempts, the blue gnat has never loosened her foul tongue," he answered. He hated fairies and it was for a far deeper reason than they knew, but he wasn't revealing that to anyone anytime soon. He was being truthful about knowing very little about why she had done what she had.

"This is great…once again, we're nowhere," Regina said in frustration, as she watched Henry play with the baby and actually allowed herself a smile. Her son was helping him build a castle with his blocks.

"Yeah…this is a lot like the castle your Mom and Dad lived in," Henry cooed, as Bobby held up a block for him. Henry took it and put it on top. Unfortunately, the blocks toppled and fell to the floor.

"Uh oh…" Bobby said.

"It's okay…we can rebuild it, buddy," he said, as he started gathering the blocks again. With what happened next, time seemed to stand still for those few moments. Bobby giggled and clapped his hands, as several of the colorful blocks floated into the air around him.

"Oh my God…" Regina uttered.

"He…he can't be doing that," David said, equally stunned.

"He is the product of true love, dearie…if anyone has a natural aptitude for magic, it would be your children," Rumple said.

"Then how come Mom can't do it?" Henry asked.

"Theoretically, she can…we all can. Her natural ability gives her far more potential than us. But it may be that our minds and awareness are blocking our ability to harness it. The baby has no such hindrance. He's pure and innocent," Rumpe answered.

"They…they can't find out," Snow fretted, as she quickly swept him up into her arms and the fear in her eyes was palpable.

"If they find out…they'll take him away," she said, as she was almost panicking at this point. David was quick to pull them both close and kissed her hair.

"No…we won't let that happen," he said, as he looked at the others. The worry was palpable in his eyes too.

"We gotta figure out magic and soon," Emma said.

"You can't risk taking him to daycare anymore," Regina said. Snow nodded.

"Well…I don't have a job, so that won't be a problem until we have another creature or calamity pop up," she said.

"Yeah…we can't take the kid with us, but who can we trust?" Emma wondered.

"I can watch him," Henry said.

"I don't know kid…" Emma replied.

"We don't have much choice…" Rumple said. She sighed.

"You think you can handle it, kid?" she asked. He nodded.

"Bobby and I'll be fine," he assured them. They were satisfied with that for now, but Bobby figuring out magic before anyone else was causing serious anxiety. No one wanted to see some clandestine agency rip the baby away from his parents and turn him into a lab rat. But for that night, they agreed to disperse to their own homes and hope tomorrow would yield a solution to them being trapped in a world that soon might hate them.

~*~

"And you saw this?" the Knight asked the squire.

"Yes…I'm sure of it. I overheard them talking and saying that the lake was not quicksand and rather a portal. A portal that is staying open," the squire said.

"That's nonsense," one of the Knights spat, but the other one, who clearly outranked him, held his hand up.

"We do not know that for certain and no man, sane or otherwise, would jump into quicksand unless that's not what it was at all," the Knight reasoned.

"But if it is a portal…of what use would that be?" the other Knight asked.

"I don't know…but it is something that our Lord should be informed of either way," he said, as they mounted their horses and left to see Lake Nostros for themselves.

~*~

Neal had found a dive motel to stay at the night before and first thing that morning, he set out to find the place that Emma supposedly was working. He went inside the small shop on the block that was lined with many other small shops and looked around.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes…I'm looking for someone that works here," he said.

"Oh…do you need a bond for someone?" she asked.

"No actually…she's just an old friend. Emma Swan," he replied.

"Oh…I'm sorry, Emma no longer works here. She left for a new job a week or so ago," the woman said. He frowned and nodded.

"Thanks anyway," he said, as he turned to leave, when he caught the news on the television. He saw Tamara and Greg on screen, making some report from Time Square and he clenched his fist. He would find Emma…but first, he was going to make those two tell him what they had done, for he was sure they had something to do with all of this.

~*~

David peered into their son's room and sided up next to his wife, as she watched him play. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her hair.

"Has he been floating any toys around?" he asked. She hummed.

"No…so far, it was just that once that we saw. But we know it's going to happen again," she replied.

"And we will protect our son. I know I promised you that after we got married that we'd never have to run again, but if it comes down to it…we will to save him," he said. She squeezed his hand.

"I know…" she replied.

"I don't want to leave you here alone…maybe you and the baby should come to Castle," he said. But she shook her head.

"No…as much as I want to stay close to you, it's too risky. It will look suspicious if we bring him to Castle and not to daycare and if he has another display of magic, then there will be no hiding it from them," she reasoned. He nodded and kissed her tenderly.

"Call me if you feel that something's wrong or even a little uneasy," he pleaded. She nodded and kissed him again.

"I will," she said, as she saw him off and then went back to Bobby's room.

~*~

"Where is that Principal?" Tamara asked impatiently, as they waited on their guest. They planned on interviewing the Principal from the school Mary Margaret Nolan had worked at and expose her identity first, which would easily lead to exposing her husband's identity as well. By the end of it, she'd have the public eating out her hand and turn them against those she would portray as dangerous.

"Are you sure the NSA released him this morning?" Greg asked.

"Yes…he called and said he was being released, because they have nothing to hold him on, unless they want it to go public that the NSA is involved in a cover up operation," Tamara answered.

"Yeah…he's fifteen late. Maybe he made a run for it," Greg suggested. She huffed and dialed his number and immediately got a message that the number was no longer in service.

"Dammit…he's ghosting us," Tamara cursed.

"Are you surprised? The NSA may have let him go, but probably also suggested that he steer clear of any high profile promotions or interviews. They can find someone just by pinging a cell phone. I'm sure he's more scared of them than us. He's probably in another state by now," Greg reasoned.

"What do we do now? We're on the air in five minutes!" she said hotly.

"I don't know…neither of us are real reporters. I liked it better when we were just stalking and eliminating those freaks from that damn town. And he still won't let me at that bitch that killed my father!" he exclaimed back.

"You know why…we're back in prison or worse if we step out of line. Now…we need a story or we're going back there!" she argued.

"You're the one that suggested we do some big story in Time Square! That's kind of the thing you should have a backup for!" he shouted.

"Don't blame this all on me. I'm the one that pulled you off the street and helped you find that damn town. You'd be nowhere closer to getting answers about your father if not for me," she growled.

"And yet…we're both still pawns. First for the Home Office and now for this…psychopath!" Greg said.

"Working for a psychopath…guess that shouldn't surprise me now," a voice said. Tamara froze and her eyes widened, as they turned to find Neal Cassidy standing before the.

"N…Neal?" she stammered. He smirked.

"Yeah…bet you think you're seeing a ghost, you know since you shot me and I fell through a portal," he said, as he came closer.

"How…how did you survive?" Greg questioned. Neal glared at him.

"Some friends found me and I spent the last three years trying to find my way back to my family, no thanks to you two crazy morons," he said.

"Neal…you and I both know how dangerous magic was and if you're back, you now know what it is doing to this world," she pleaded.

"Just shut up…you tried to kill my whole family and steal my son! And you're going to tell me where they are," he growled. She swallowed thickly and knew she had just moments before she was supposed to go on the air with some huge story that she didn't have.

"Wait…if you're here, then you had to come back through a portal. Where was that portal?" she asked. He scoffed.

"Like I'd tell you two anything," he replied. Before she could say more, there was a sudden tremor beneath their feet.

"What was that?" Greg asked, as they felt it again and it was stronger this time. Their eyes widened, as the concrete a few feet away cracked and a horrible shrieking was heard. They watched in disbelief, as a creature emerged from beneath the Earth.

"What is that thing?" Greg shouted, as they dodged the winged thing swooped down on them. It had snakes for hair, bat-like wings, and bleeding red eyes, with sharp fangs and claws as well.

"I think it's a Erinyes!" Neal cried, as he ducked the creature again. It screamed again and they held their ears in pain.

"What the hell is an Erinyes?!" Tamara shouted.

"More commonly known as a furie! They usually come to punish people for crimes and sometimes, even drag them to the Underworld!" he called back.

"What crime is it here to punish!?" Greg cried.

"You really want me to answer that with you two?" Neal cried back, as they ducked it again. Neal rolled away and looked around for something to use as a weapon. He found a discarded two x four near a dumpster and stood up, before swiping at it when it went by. It screeched, as he made contact and sent it flying into a building. It angrily bounced back and pursued them again. "Start filming!" Tamara said, as Greg got the camera and took cover behind a parked car, just as two black SUV's pulled up and screeched to a halt. Several people poured out of it and time seemed to stop for a moment, as shock came to them all.

"Neal?" Emma squeaked.

"Emma…"

#Snowing #snowxcharming #charming family #romance #adventure #family #regina mills #emma swan #rumbelle #Henry Mills #Neal Cassidy #Season 2 AU #Operation Castle

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