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phoward89 · 2 months

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Coriolanus Snow might be a heartless monster, but he'll always be yours. You'll always be his obsession. And that was one thing that Dr. Gaul underestimated her protege about: his obsession with you.

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Heartless Pt. 2

Coriolanus always thought that if he ever laid eyes on you again that he'd kill you. Wrap his hands around your neck, squeeze, and watch your life force drain out of you. He always thought that he'd look deep into your eyes until they glazed over with the death that he brought you.

But Coriolanus never thought that when he saw you again that he'd be keeping vigil at your bedside, watching your ashen form weak and in an endless sleep, while rocking your- his newborn son in his arms.

A son that he only found out about when your older brother called him up, frantic.

That call changed everything. It replayed in his mind on an endless loop as he stared at you, hopelessly willing you to open your eyes.

Coriolanus was sitting in his office in the lab. He finally got promoted from intern to assistant. Coriolanus was right underneath Dr.Gaul; he was proud of how quickly he was promoted.

7 months of hard work had paid off. He now had power, authorization to top secret projects and documents, and a large say so when it came to gamemaker duties. His work was very important to him; he had the steel spine that it took to make the hard decisions that some other game make s and interns turned green about.

Coriolanus Snow was rewarded because he was a heartless monster that did anything to get the result that he needed. That he wanted. He would do anything to see the games remain a success, even if that meant proposing some measures that would make the game a total spectucal.

Dr. Gaul approved of all of his ideas and suggestions. And the one that she pushed for, well he approved of and pressured the other low level gamemakers into approving it too.

It was genius, his mentor’s idea.

Having all children born on District Peacekeeper Bases be registered as a district citizen belong to the district of their birth instead of being granted automatic Capitol citizenship would ensure that their was a larger participation pool for the games; it also prevented too many officers from muddying their Capitol blood with that of district scum.

Coriolanus was looking over a chart for a mutt experiment whenever his private office phone started to ring.

Ring, ring ring…Ring, ring, ring…Ring, ring, ring…

Oh no, was Grandma'am’s memory worsening? Was she giving Ma Plinth a hard time? God, he hopes not.

Ring, ring, ring…

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a deep sigh before picking up the phone. “Assistant Gamemaker, Coriolanus Snow. Whom may I be speaking with?”

“Snow, it’s Officer Rein Halvir, Y/N’s older brother. I'm calling because I need you to get to the base in District 12 right away. Y/N’s been in labor for nearly 36 hours, the doctor won't do a cesarean because Dr. Gaul put into effect a new policy that surgical resources can only be used for peacekeepers and not any civilians living on base, and it's not looking good, Coriolanus.”

“What?...” Was all Coriolanus could say. He was stunned. You could possibly be dying in childbirth? With a child he didn't know about? And on a district base.

On a district base.

Oh no! Not that!

“She was afraid to tell you, Snow. You had her terrified with the stalking: nonstop roses and jewelry. Our mother sent her to stay with me. Once it was announced that children born on district bases would be district citizens and eligible for the games, I tried to get her to go back to the Capitol, but mother refused to let her come back. I even told Y/N to call you; try to work things out with you, but she refused. Said that you never loved her; wouldn't care what happened to her or the baby.”

“I’ll talk to Dr. Gaul about approving a cesarean for Y/N right away.” Coriolanus told Rein as his dead heart started to bleed.

“Thank you, Snow.” Rein replied, a hint of gratefulness in his normally stern tone. “Will you be coming to the base? To see-” your brother began to ask, only for your ex to cut him off with, “I’ll be there, but only because I don't want my child raised in such a filthy, mud hole of a district as 12.”

Coriolanus didn't say another word. Just hung up his phone.

Machines beeped, monitoring you as you slept. Coriolanus felt that you looked dead, not asleep. He was so angry. You weren't supposed to be unconscious in your bed. You were supposed to be up, sitting in bed, holding your baby. You were supposed to scream and cry at him when he walked into your room. You weren't supposed to be just lying there, hanging in-between life and death.

Not when he had faxed the paperwork with Dr. Gaul's signature for the approval of your emergency cesarean.

You were supposed to be okay. You and the baby both. Not just the baby.

As Coriolanus watched you, waiting for a sign of life, he got lost in the recent memory of when he first saw you again.

When Coriolanus got off the train at the District 12 depot, he thought your brother would be there to greet him, but he was wrong. Instead, he had to make his own way to the District 12 base. Thank God he knew where it was, from his short stint as a peacekeeper, otherwise he'd be lost.

The walk to the base was long and grueling. He’d forgotten how far off the base was from the train depot. From the main part of the district itself.

Once he reached the on base hospital, he inquired about your whereabouts and was told where to find you. When he walked into your room, he was expecting you to be tired, but conscious. He even thought you'd be holding or nursing the baby.

Coriolanus never thought he'd walk into your room only to see you hooked up to a machine with your brother’s girlfriend (some district trash he picked up at the hob) by your side. A baby bassinet between your bed and her chair.

She introduced herself as Ashlie (didn't give a surname, not like he cared) and gestured to the bassinet, only to tell him, “That's your son, Cassian Xandros.”

Cassian Xandros.

A name befitting a Snow heir.

“You may go now. I'll watch over her.” Coriolanus told the skinny girl, who looked to be from the Seam. He didn't even bother to introduce himself. He just wanted her to go so he could- hell he didn't know, he guessed sit by your bedside until you woke up, but he didn't want some district whore watching him as he sat by your bedside with your son.

His son.

Cassian Xandros.

Ashlie nodded, a pitiful look in her eyes. She felt bad for both you and Coriolanus, but was too afraid to voice her opinion. The Seam girl just scurried out of the room, leaving Coriolanus alone with you and your son.

She didn't know much about what happened between the two of you, just what Rein told her. And your brother didn't share much since he only knew the handful of facts that you shared with him.

What both Rein and Ashlie knew for certain was that your son with his pure Capitol blood and fine Snow linage was doomed for a chance to fight for his life in the infamous death battle royale known as the Hunger Games all because he was born on Peacekeeper Base-12.

Her heart broke for you, Coriolanus, and your son because no matter if you lived or died, well the platinum blonde father would never be able to bring his son home to the Capitol with him. District born citizens of Panem were forbidden to travel outside of their district of birth unless it was to be delivered to the Capitol as a tribute for the annual Hunger Games. Due to the new rules and laws put into place regarding children born on bases being registered at birth as a citizen of the district of the base, your son was forbidden to leave District 12.

If you die, well, Coriolanus will have to give Cassian Xandros up to Rein (and Ashlie) to raise. That subject’s the reason why your brother’s avoiding Snow.

Once your brother's girlfriend had left, Coriolanus sat down in the chair she had once been occupying. He sadly sighed as he took in your condition.

When his eyes landed on his son, he felt pride well up in his chest. The boy, Cassian Xandros, had his natural platinum blonde hair.

He looked just like him.

Was his little mini me.

He gently picked up his baby boy and cradled him to his chest. When Cassian began to stir Coriolanus rocked him. “Don't worry, son, I got rid of the evil lady that tried to take you and your mother away from me.”

Cassian blinked his eyes open, revealing them to be blue. Coriolanus smiled at his son, seeing that he had striking blue eyes, and told his son, “You're mine and your mother's mine. Nobody ever takes what's mine and gets away with it.”

The baby just blinked at his father, not understanding anything he was saying since, after all, he was just a newborn, and then scrunched his nose. He then closed his eyes and went to sleep in his father's arms.

His father's murderous, monstrous arms.

When your eyes fluttered open, Coriolanus felt a sense of relief he didn't know possible. After not knowing if you'd ever wake up, seeing your beautiful eyes again was like heaven.

And to think that he had once vowed to kill you if he ever crossed your path again. But that was when he thought you gave up on him.

No, things changed when he realized that you were trying to protect the Snow heir because you felt unsafe after that package you recieved.

That damn package Dr. Gaul, his mentor, had sent you. A tape with a letter persuading you that he was incapable of loving you.

A letter he didn't know about until Dr. Gaul let it slip when he approached her about signing off on your emergency cesarean forms.

Too bad she let it slip…Well, too bad for her since it ended her career. And ended her too, by the hands of her most prized prodigy.

The memory makes Coriolanus smile as it washed over him like a warm waterfall.

Coriolanus strode into Dr. Gaul's private lab, where she had her latest deadly mutt experiment in a terrarium, with one mission in mind. To get Dr. Gaul's approval for your cesarean.

He might hate you for leaving, but he didn't want you to die in childbirth with his baby. He didn't want you and your child to succumb to the same fate as his mother and baby sister.

Not when he could help it.

He was a child when his mother and baby sister died during child birth in the Dark Days, he was helpless when it came to their fate.

But now Coriolanus was a man, a very successful one that had cunning, wits, and charm to carry him far. He had an endless supply of money too. He was no longer helpless when it came to the fate of his- well his heir and it's mother during a deadly childbirth.

Coriolanus now has the means to beat fate when it came to death in the birthing bed; he was going to make sure that you and his heir did not share the same fate his mother and baby sister all those years ago during the war.

“Dr. Gaul, I need you to sign off on an emergency cesarean for Miss Y/N Halvir. She's at the military hospital ob Peacekeeper Base-12.”

“Hippity, hoppity, looks like Snow's melting for a baby boppity.” Dr. Gaul sing-songed in a mocking cackle as she watched the mutts moving around in their tank.

They looked agitated, starved even, as their colorful bodies slithered around, sharp claws scratching their glass enclosure, and sharp teeth gnashing and snapping.

The mad scientist was teasing them by holding a bucket full of food, pulling a rodent from it and dangling it by the glass terrarium. She was teasing them, gauging their reaction to her lunchtime torture.

She had snatched away her most successful experiment’s most desperately wanted meal before he could eat; Dr. Gaul had even spoon fed him a meal that was just as good, but not what he wanted. It was what he needed, what she needed him to have to be the monstrous creature she wanted by her side to do her bidding.

She enjoyed teasing and taunting her experiments.

The only creatures of hers that she actually fed were her eels. But…they were more like beloved, dangerous, pets then mutts at this point since Dr. Gaul's had them for so many years.

Dr. Gaul placed the squirming mouse back into the bucket, turning away from the glass tank to look at Coriolanus. “No.” She simply said before walking across the lab to shelf the bucket of rodents.

She'd have an assistant feed the baby anthropomorphic reptiles in the terrarium later, after she shooed away her favorite creation, Mr. Snow, and had her milk and crackers.

“No?” Coriolanus parroted, his tone full of disbelief.

How dare she tell him no? He wasn't asking her to authorize a procedure on anyone, but the mother of his child.

“But, Dr. Gaul, without the procedure Y/N and the baby might die.”

“If they die then they die, Coriolanus.” The mad scientist shrugged nonchalantly. “Death is a natural part of life. If someone weaker or lesser than is removed from the cycle of life then it just proves that their contribution to the ecosystem would not have mattered. Death is the natural way of purging those creatures that are useless in the world.”

Coriolanus could not believe what he was hearing. His mentor was giving him a lecture on why he needed to let the mother of his child and his heir die.

Was he supposed to agree with her?

Well, he couldn't do that.

He didn't want his heir to die.

And you…well…he wanted to be the one that killed you. For leaving him, of course.

“I'm not talking about weak helpless creatures, I'm talking about-” Coriolanus began to say, only for the mad scientist to cut him off with a scoff.

“The little girl that left you over a few words of warning penned in a letter and your damning tape of your best friend Sejanus’ rebel plot. Her bastard offspring that’ll be as weak hearted as its mother. That's who you're talking about, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul told, not asked, Coriolanus as she crossed her lab. Going over to where she had a small table with crackers and milk set up for her snack.

A letter? What letter? He knew about the tape, but not a letter. You never told him about the letter.

“Might as well be weak helpless creatures, considering their dire circumstances and the lowly district they're in.” The mad woman added in as a slight after thought.

“I never told you she received a letter.” Coriolanus, who had figured out what Dr. Gaul has done, told the scientist while following her. His floor shines clicked heavily against the linoleum floor as he told her, “The only way you'd know would be if you sent it.”

Taking a seat at her small snack table, the scientist with wild, frizzy hair, giggled, “Oh, yes, you see, it was indeed me that sent the weak little girl that care package.” Reaching for her napkin and snapping it open, she evilly grinned, “Miss Y/N Halvir and the bastard she carries would only have held you back.” Setting her napkin on her lap, she explained, “The feelings they would have invoked in you would only make you weak.” Giving her protege a proud smile, she giddily announced, “I only made you stronger by removing an element not needed in your life at the moment.” Reaching for a cracker that was on a plate, Dr. Gaul failed to see the rage in Coriolanus' blue eyes. Perhaps if she did, she wouldn't have said, “You should be thanking me, for making you stronger and more powerful then you could have been months ago with the weakness of that stupid girl and the vile creature she's incubating.”

Hearing Dr. Gaul calling you stupid and calling his child a vile creature was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Coriolanus was barely hanging onto his sanity when he realized that Dr. Gaul made you leave him, made you want to protect his child from any dangers (including him) because of a letter and a tape she sent you. But the moment she insulted you, the woman that has consumed his thoughts and has been his obsession since his freshman year in the Academy, and his child in a way that made you seem inhuman, well, he snapped.

He was blinded with rage as he pounced on the mad scientist, catching her off guard and causing her to fall backwards; off her chair.

Coriolanus kneeled over her while wrapping his hands around her throat.

“Y/N was mine, you knew she was mine, and you took her from me! You took her and our child from me when you knew all I wanted was a life with her!” Coriolanus wildly exclaimed as he choked the life out of Dr. Gaul.

“Everything I've ever done was all for her! I needed to win the Plinth prize for her, for our life together, and I had to find a way out of the Peacekeepers, out of 12, for her! You knew that and still, you made her think she meant nothing to me; made her view me as a monster and leave me!” The platinum blonde ranted as his long fingers pressed so hard into the dark skinned woman’s neck that the bones began to crack.

Dr. Gaul gasped for air as her lungs felt like they were going to explode. Her eyes were wide and frenzied with the horrific realization that her favorite mutt, the monster she molded and shaped, had turned on her all because somewhere deep down inside of his black, dead heart, he still had a space reserved for his childhood sweetheart.

The blood vessels in Dr. Gaul's eyes burst due to the pressure Coriolanus was applying to her airway. He smirked wickedly as he watched the life drain from her.

“Snow lands on top.” Was the last thing Dr. Gaul heard before she died and went straight to hell.

Coriolanus, upon seeing that the evil scientist was dead, quickly tossed her into the pool of eels to cover up the crime.

Then he forged her signature on the documents needed for your cesarean; faxed them to the hospital on the base in District 12. He also made a quick note in her desk planner stating that he had to take an emergency family leave due to the birth of his first child. It was the perfect alibi to cover his tracks. Nobody would question his whereabouts if they thought Dr. Gaul herself authorized your emergency cesarean, authorized his family leave as well.

You were weak as you took in the bright artificial lights of your hospital room. When you tried to sit up, you were gently stopped by a large hand you hadn't seen in months. “You need to rest, darling. You're still weak.” A baritone you never thought you'd ever hear again told you.

Looking towards the voice, you saw Coriolanus sitting by your bedside with your baby in his arms. Your heart stopped beating and all you could say was, “My baby.”

You didn't know if you were afraid that your ex was holding your son or overwhelmed with a sick sense of joy, but all you knew was that you wanted your baby.

“Our baby, Y/N.” Coriolanus corrected you before standing and placing the newborn into your awaiting arms.

As you held your son to your chest, you shuddered and began crying. The last thing you remember was passing out and when you woke up…well…you had no idea what happened to the baby.

“Did my brother call you?” You asked, realizing that's the only way Coriolanus would know where to find you. Honestly, you were shocked he even came when Rein called.

“Yes.” The platinum blonde nodded. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he wrapped an arm around your back and promised, “As soon as your cleared to leave, I'm bringing you and Cassian Xandros home with me, to the Capitol.”

Looking between your son, nestled soundly in your arms, and his father, you sadly sighed, “Cassian's district, Coriolanus. He was born on base; he won't be allowed on the train.”

“Don't worry about that, my darling rose. I promise, our son will be allowed to return to the Capitol with us.”

You doubted your ex’s words, but nodded anyways.

Little did you know that Coriolanus threatened to kill the nurse’s family who gave him the registration papers for your son if he was marked down as anything, but born in Capitol General.

Like hell was his son, his heir, going to be district. His son wasn't going to grow up in a filthy mud hole. And he sure as hell wasn't going to be fighting for his life in the games.

Coriolanus kills so that his son, Cassian, doesn't have to.

So, folded up neatly in his pocket was a birth certificate that falsely states that Cassian Xandros Snow was born at Capitol General, in Capitol City, Panem.

Even tho Coriolanus Snow was a heartless monster, he was yours. He’s always been obsessed with you and now that you share a child with him, well, even the devil couldn't keep you and your son from him.

After all, he did send the wicked witch of the Citadel to hell for you and his son.

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evera-era · 5 months

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heal me. (pt 3)

ellie williams x f!reader pt 1, pt 2

warnings: nervous/cutesy ellie, fluff, yearning, eventual kissing !!

a/n: no mentions of medic stuff this time bc i wanted reader to enjoy life outside of that. also i’m sorry for putting this off, i just wasn’t sure how i felt ab it </3 but here’s the final part !!

“Wow… you really do have the whole collection.” You murmur, lightly grazing your fingertips over the spines of Ellie’s comics.

It was the first time you had been to her house. Well… garage. She wasn’t exactly proud of it either, but it was homely.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She says, watching you. “I’ve probably read it about a dozen times already.”

You smiled, turning and looking at her over your shoulder. She shifts on her bed.

“Didn’t know you were a geek.”

“A- A geek?” She stutters, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, okay. Ouch.”

You both laughed, and you bit down on your lip. “It’s not a bad thing. Geeks are cute.”

You turned to look back at her bookshelf as Ellie’s face flushes. She knew you were flirting with her — it was obvious you were flirting with her — but she didn’t know what to do next.

“Mind if I read the second one while I’m here?” You ask, pulling the sandwiched comic out of its spot.

“Go for it,” She says, pulling her converse off her feet. “You can come sit over here. I mean — if, if you want.”

You grinned, spinning on your heel before plopping yourself on her bed. It was soft, and surprisingly comfy.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.”

“What?” She says, eyes widening.

“Your bed. It’s so nice,” You comment, looking up at her. “How do you just casually have the best bed, like, ever?”

The redhead laughs. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“I’m not even kidding,” You sigh. “God. I could sleep here forever.”

As you turn the page and begin reading, Ellie can’t help but look over at you. You were inches away from her, on her bed, in her bedroom. And you said you wanted to sleep next to her. It felt surreal.

She swears she could probably die happy right about now.

About ten minutes pass, and Ellie clears her throat. “So, uh, how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s really good,” You say, still holding the book up. “I think I could get into this series… if you’ll let me, of course.”

“Y-Yeah,” She says quickly. “Yeah, of course. Uh, whenever you want.”

You smiled gently before looking over at her.

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask. “Or… boyfriend? Sorry. Should’ve asked.”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “G-Girlfriend. And uh, no, not currently.”

“So you’re seeing someone?” You question.

“No— No, sorry. I meant… that I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” You say simply, before returning to the comic. Her head swarms as she tries to figure out your intentions.

Was that was your way of telling her you liked her? Shit, or were you just being friendly? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t wanna read into it wrong.

A few more minutes pass as she looks down at you. “Um… and you?”

“Huh?” You say, looking up from the book. “Me?”

“Y-Yeah. Do… you have someone?”

“No,” You say. “I’d be surprised if anyone even liked me. I mean… I’m not all that. But you? You get to go on patrol and look all badass and stuff.”

Ellie blushes, looking down at the ground. “You— you look good, too. Better. I meant… better.”

She wants to kick herself. Why does she sound so stupid when she wants to flirt back?

Nonetheless, you took the compliment with a smile. “Thanks, Ellie.”

Ellie gives a thin-lipped smile, desperately hoping she was better at putting her thoughts into words. And that she wasn’t a total dork.

The two of you had spent the next few hours in her room. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, painting her window blinds a pale shade of gray. You had gone through two comics at most, as you had spent half of your time speaking to her instead of actually reading.

“Alright,” You nudged her knee. “It’s your turn to tell me a story.”

“Alright, alright.” She pauses. “I have a good one. It’s about my friend Jesse.”

“Okay. Shoot,” You reply, looking up at her.

You realized that you enjoyed watching her. More than anyone you had ever met.

There was a sparkle she got in her eyes when she was excited about something, and her nose would scrunch whenever she described something she didn’t like. It was cute and adorable and god, you wanted more of her.

“…And so while me and Dina were sledding, he slips and absolutely busts his ass.” At this point, Ellie’s smiling, making grand hand gestures as she explains.

“I’m talkin’ full on, face first into the fucking snow! It was hilarious, and—“

She notices your staring, and immediately clears her throat. “Uh... are— are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You say, pushing yourself up from the position you were laying in. You scoot closer, so you’re hovering over her face.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, looking into her eyes. When you’re met with silence, you close your eyes, mentally scolding yourself.

“Sorry… was that awkward?” You cover your face with your hands. “That was awkward, wasn’t it? N-Nevermind. I swear I was listening—“

For a moment, you were worried that maybe you had come on too strong. That just as you began to make a new friend, you had pushed her away, in a rather embarrassing manner. But your fears dissipate when you feel the warmth of her hands on yours.

She peels your hands away from your face, holding them gently. Her fingers were nimble, and rather coarse, but her touch is near electrifying.

“Please,” She whispers, barely audible. And before you have the chance to lean in, her lips have already hit yours.

Ellie’s kiss is desperate; it was something she had been wanting to do since she had first met you. And inside, she’s ecstatic, because she never thought you’d ask her to.

Her lips are warm, and encompassing, and her breath is shallow against your face. She goes slowly as to burn this memory into her brain.

When the two of you pull away, it’s quiet. You were worried if maybe you had changed the dynamic too quickly, but then she speaks.

“I… I really wanted that.” She says softly. You smile, nodding.

“Yeah. Me too.”

You turn your head away in an attempt to ease the fluttering in your chest. Ellie’s eyes are still on you, and she reaches out to brush a stray piece of hair away from your neck.

Your eyes land on the comic cover, and you laugh halfheartedly.

“I, um, barely finished it.” You utter. “The book.”

“Oh,” She says, raising her brows. “You… you can take some more with you, if you want. So you can read them.”

You shrug, looking back over at her.

“Or maybe I can just come back over here.” You add. “So I can read them with you?”

Ellie’s heart skips a beat, and she quickly nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s— great.”

You got up from her bed, putting the comics back. When you turn around, you press your lips together, looking off to the side.

“One condition, though.”

“Hm?” She says, looking back over at you.

“I come over as your girlfriend… not your friend.” You say shyly. “It’s my only rule.”

Ellie grins, standing up from the bed as well. She approaches you slowly.

“Well… you’re leaving as my girlfriend… aren’t you?”

“Am I?” You smile coyly, putting your arms around her neck. “This your way of asking me out?”

Ellie nods, face flushed. She thought it was cute, and a little funny, that you had casually assumed she went around kissing people she wasn’t into. She considered herself way too much of a loser to accomplish something like that.

You giggle a bit.

“Okay, then. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Her girlfriend. Her girl. Ellie can’t help but feel fuzzy at the thought of it.

It sounded good — it sounded right, rolling off of your tongue. She truly couldn’t wait to have you around her arm, walking with you around town.

Ellie doesn’t say anything else, merely smiles bashfully as you lean in to kiss her again.

And even though she couldn’t be sure of the future, she’s sure that in this moment, she wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else besides you.

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 months

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Unspoken Bonds | 2 - B.Barnes

Character: Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , -

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

Six months ago. Before Bucky saw you in the coma states.

It was just another typical day at the hospital for you. Leading surgeries, enduring bombastic side-eyes from your colleagues, and overhearing gossip whispered behind your back. During a moment of respite, you find yourself at the hospital cafe, sipping your coffee and engrossed in the medical records of the upcoming patient.

However, your routine was about to take an unexpected turn. A group of new residents led by the head nurse entered the cafe.

To your surprise, amidst the group, you spotted someone familiar – Bucky, wearing the distinctive attire of a resident at this hospital. Your reaction was so sudden that your coffee cup almost spilled as you hissed in disbelief.

The head nurse noticed your presence and nodded in greeting before ushering the new residents to their next destination. Bucky, however, couldn't resist a smirk as he noticed your reaction. It was clear he orchestrated this surprise to catch you off guard.

As Bucky became the center of attention among the new residents, a hushed conversation unfolded within their group.

Resident 1: “So, the rumor is true. The famous surgeon from this hospital is a lone wolf.”

Resident 2: “I heard she has a big temper.”

Among the whispers, Bucky overheard a significant piece of information.

Resident 3: “I heard the hospital director quietly decided to appoint Dr. Y/N as the head surgeon.”

Resident 4: “So it's true, there's a silent battle between Dr. Kyle, the hospital director's grandson, and Dr. Y/N, the lone wolf. Oh my gosh… This is so exciting.”

The discussion caught the attention of the head nurse, who wasn't pleased with the gossip circulating among the new residents.

"Four of you! Leave if you want to gossip," he reprimanded, ending their speculative conversation. The chatty gossipers quickly silent. But not Bucky’s mind.

Despite being in a relationship with Bucky for a year, you never disclosed to him the significant news that you were the next candidate for the Chairman of the Department of Surgery.

The dynamics of your relationship were unique – while you effortlessly saved lives in the operating room, you struggled with the cold treatment from your colleagues at the hospital.

Unaware of the internal battles you faced, Bucky inadvertently discovered the truth through the gossip circulating among the new residents. Learning about the potential promotion, he realized the magnitude of the challenges you silently endured. He believed you deserved better than the isolation and hostility from your colleagues.

Throughout your time together, you never vented your frustrations about your colleagues to Bucky. Instead, after intimate moments, your discussions revolved around surgery.

The passion in your voice when explaining complex procedures fascinated Bucky. You made intricate surgeries sound engaging and straightforward, revealing your genuine enthusiasm for being a surgeon.

*************

Bucky, now a heartthrob among the residents, was the subject of attention from a few female colleagues who sought his company for coffee or desired to share the same shift with him.

As rumors spread, Bucky got summoned to your office, and the hospital staff, quick to believe baseless gossip, pitied him for facing the "scary doctor."

Entering your office, Bucky couldn't help but find amusement in the ease with which his colleagues accepted unfounded rumors. It wasn't his first time in your office; he had been there before when he brought his sister for treatment.

You continued to read through the patient's medical record as Bucky stood beside you, his presence lingering in the room. You questioned his unexpected appearance without lifting your head, "What are you doing here?"

Bucky replied with a hint of determination, "I always wanted to be a doctor."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still focused on the paperwork. "I know, but why this hospital?"

Bucky's eyes softened as he explained, "Call me sentimental, but my sister was healed in this hospital, and the main reason is you."

Lifting your head, you found him standing right beside you. Before you could react, he leaned down and kissed your lips, leaving you momentarily stunned. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?" he teased.

Cupping his face with your hands, you sighed, "This place is too corrupt and political."

Bucky chuckled, "My other jobs are also like this. I'm not afraid. Instead, I'm worried about you."

You raised an eyebrow, questioning his concern. "Me?"

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I heard so many rumors about you. I even heard you have two horns."

A chuckle escaped your lips. "And I heard that you have a quiet battle with Kyle."

You scoffed at the mention of Kyle. "He's not even in the same level as me."

Bucky smiled, appreciating the confidence in your response. Then, unexpectedly, you asked him to join one of your surgeries. Bucky hesitated, feeling unprepared, but you assured him he only needed to observe and learn.

The surgical room buzzed with activity as you and Bucky prepared for the procedure. The patient lay on the operating table, and Bucky, dressed in surgical attire, stood by your side, observing your every move.

As the surgery progressed, you explained each step to Bucky, your voice calm and confident. Your hands moved with precision, navigating through the complexities of the operation. Bucky couldn't help but be impressed by the seamless coordination of the surgical team and your ability to handle the most intricate details of the procedure.

The atmosphere in the room was intense, yet you maintained your composure. Bucky watched in awe as you skillfully addressed the challenges that arose during the surgery. It became clear to him why you were regarded as one of the best surgeons in the hospital.

As the surgery concluded successfully, you and Bucky stepped away from the operating table. You looked at him, a hint of pride in your eyes. "Impressed?" you asked.

Bucky nodded, a newfound respect for your skills evident on his face. "More than I expected. You make it look like an art form."

You smiled, appreciating the compliment. "It's all about focus and passion. Anyone can learn the techniques, but it takes dedication to truly master the art of surgery."

Inspired by what he witnessed, Bucky felt a renewed sense of purpose in pursuing his medical career. The surgery showcased your expertise and ignited a flame of determination within him.

After the successful surgery, other doctors invited Bucky for dinner, an event treated by Dr. Kyle. However, Kyle had a hidden agenda for inviting Bucky. He discovered that you chose Bucky to join your surgery. It was an unusual move on your part, as you typically selected residents with at least a year of experience. This piqued Kyle's curiosity about Bucky.

Bucky couldn't help but notice the hushed whispers and covert glances, making it apparent that the invitation wasn't extended to you. Fury simmered within Bucky as he realized that despite your crucial role in the surgery, no one seemed to appreciate your hard work.

Reluctantly, Bucky was about to decline the invitation, but a timely interruption saved him. His little sister, Amy, came running and hugged him with enthusiasm. "Buckaroo...!"

"Uugh," Bucky grunted as Amy's head accidentally hit his stomach. "What are you doing here, Amy?"

"I just finished my practice, and I'm here so we could grab dinner together," she replied with a wide smile.

The interaction between Amy and Bucky didn't go unnoticed by other doctors, colleagues, and Kyle. Seizing the opportunity, Bucky decided to use Amy as an excuse to skip the dinner arranged by Kyle's entourage. "Sorry, I couldn't join you guys."

"It's fine, some other time," one of the doctors responded.

As Bucky made his exit, Amy spotted you emerging from the lift. Excitedly, she yelled, "Dr. Y/N!" and hugged you. Amy was aware that you were her doctor and that you shared a special relationship with her brother.

Surprised but pleased to see Amy, you rubbed her hair affectionately. Brimming with enthusiasm, Amy suggested, "Doctor, let's grab dinner together. I found a great restaurant on my Instagram. My brother will pay."

You chuckled at her infectious energy. She was a stark contrast to the pale, wheeled-chair-bound Amy that Bucky had brought to the hospital during more challenging times. Patting Amy's shoulder, you addressed Bucky, "I'm sorry, I need to rest because there will be another surgery."

Bucky widened his eyes. "Another one?"

"Yup," you confirmed with a smile before entering your office. "Next time."

Left outside your office, Bucky and Amy exchanged glances. Amy playfully murmured, "Bro, you need to step up your game."

Bucky, confused, asked, "What?"

Amy grabbed Bucky's hand. "Nothing. Let's go!!!" She dragged Bucky away, leaving you to your preparations for the upcoming surgery.

After an exhausting surgery with a heavy burden on your shoulders – a high-demand, risky, and dangerous procedure for the President's grandchild – you threw yourself onto the couch, feeling the weight of the intricate challenge you successfully conquered.

The patient had a rare congenital anomaly, and you were well aware that the assignment was intended to make you fail. But, once again, you defied expectations.

Amidst the aftermath of the surgery, you noticed a takeaway box on your table. Opening it, you discover a meal from Bucky, accompanied by a note. A smile spread across your face as you sent him a message: "Thank you."

The following day, Bucky found himself engrossed in writing a report when Robby, a new friend at the hospital, approached him. Robby sighed, relaying an exciting piece of information, "You were lucky not to join the gathering dinner last night."

Curious, Bucky inquired, "Why?"

Robby began to unravel the events, "Nothing was wrong until Dr. Kyle suddenly smashed his phone."

Bucky couldn't help but suspect a connection to you. "Let me guess, something related to Dr. Y/N?"

Robby snapped his fingers, affirming Bucky's suspicion, "Bingo. I found out from the nurse. Dr. Kyle was angry because Dr. Y/N successfully operated on the VVIP patient."

Bucky raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Guess who the patient was?"

"Who?" Bucky asked.

"The grandson of the President," Robby revealed.

Bucky's eyes widened in realization. "Wow."

"I know, right? With her success, that means her position as the next Chairman of the Department of Surgery is secured," Robby added.

Bucky pondered the situation, understanding why Kyle was so agitated. Before he could delve further into his thoughts, a message from you appeared on his phone: "10 p.m. Usual place."

**********

Bucky waited anxiously for you at the usual hotel, feeling a foreboding that stretched the wait longer than usual. The door finally opened, and he saw you stumbling in, looking drunk. Your face was flushed, and you greeted him with a forced smile that couldn't conceal the melancholy beneath.

Bucky helped you to the bed and gently removed your shoes, his worry growing. "Where were you?"

You giggled, your words slightly slurred. "The old man invited me to celebrate the surgery. Now the hospital has a Platinum patient."

Bucky couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach. He recognized 'the old man' as Dr. Jonathan, the hospital director.

You extended your arm, beckoning him. "Come here, let me hold you."

Bucky joined you on the bed, allowing you to cling to him in your intoxicated state. You murmured, "Finally, I fulfilled that old man's wish."

Bucky's concern deepened as he questioned, "Why do you want to do what Dr. Jonathan asked? None of the people from the hospital appreciate your work."

There was a moment of silence before you stared at the ceiling. "I'm an orphan. I've been living at the orphanage since I was a baby."

Bucky's body tensed at the revelation, a heavy weight settling over them.

"I was a quiet kid and preferred to read books. There weren't many fairy tale books at the orphanage, and the only thing available was anatomy books."

Bucky interjected with disbelief, "What?"

You chuckled, "Imagine a 2-year-old kid reading anatomy books."

Bucky couldn't fathom it. Despite his impoverished background, he still had access to cartoons and comic books.

"I memorized the names of the bones and brain anatomy. Someone from the orphanage told it to the old man. I didn't know Dr. Jonathan was the biggest sponsor and a doctor. I thought he was just a volunteer in the kitchen."

You continued, "He was impressed and nurtured me to be a doctor. It's nice to get acknowledgment. Since then, I've been hungry for attention."

"Entering college, I found out that I was used to motivate Kyle to become a doctor. But it backfired because he hates me. Well, nobody likes to be compared."

"Since then, the battle with Kyle started. Later, I found out his skills are not as good as mine. From that, I knew I deserved the position, and I wanted to make that old man proud of me."

You rubbed your head against Bucky's shoulder. "He's the only family I have."

Then, with a laugh, you murmured, "I'm a pitiful person, right?"

Bucky kissed your forehead, feeling an unspoken dread settle in. "No, you're not.”

That night, neither of them did anything but embrace each other to ward off their loneliness. They felt something lurking, a silent specter suggesting an impending separation, but neither could pinpoint what it was.

The following day, Bucky woke up to find you not beside him. You emerged from the bathroom, ready to go out.

"You're leaving?" Bucky questioned, the feeling of impending doom lingering.

You approached him, caressing his face. "I'm going to give a speech at the seminar today."

Bucky responded, "Be careful." He kissed your forehead.

You smiled at him, but an unspoken heaviness hung in the air, and an inexplicable sadness lingered in your eyes. Deep down, you couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that this might be the last time you'd see him for a long while, "Thank you for staying with me last night."

Bucky felt the weight in your words. "Don't say that. You matter to me."

You chuckled. "Goodbye. See you when I get back."

As you left, a heavy silence settled in the room, leaving Bucky with an ache in his chest and an unsettling uncertainty

Bucky couldn't shake off the discomfort when you said, 'Goodbye.'

Little did he know, it would be his biggest regret. He should have chased after you, stopped you from leaving.

Because the next time he saw you, you were like a sleeping beauty in the ICU room.

Right now, a prince's kiss couldn't wake you. Only a miracle could.

But that miracle came with a price—revenge. Bucky needed to find out who turned his girl into an accident while grappling with the inexplicable feeling that something had already begun to separate them.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: This is my first time ever writing fanfic. I have been reading fanfic on this godforsaken app since I was 12, and have been encouraged blindly by my best friend to post this. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Steam

The walk back to your chambers was a quick journey. The hair on your arms stood up, as the ever present feeling of being watched surrounded you. The soft sound of your footfall echoed in the mostly empty wing of the Red Keep where your chambers resided.

The art on the walls of the Keep had been changed to Queen Alicent’s tastes. Bland colours and entirely not Targaryen, replaced the once brightly decorated halls and walls of your old home. You followed the torches until you reached the heavy oak of your doors, having them opened by a Knight of the Kings Guard; his white cloak standing stark against the dark corners of the corridor.

As he pushed open your door you asked him to summon your maids.

“Could you please fetch Aella and Saria for me? Have them prepare some water for a bath.”

He bowed his head, “Yes, my Lady”, pulling your doors shut.

Your chambers were the same as the ones you had as a child, most of the furnishing and decor had not changed, though some things had. The room, however you could tell, had been unused since your departure many years before.

The windows looked out towards the sea, the moon softly reflecting on the water, flickering with the waves. A shadow could be seen above, a great beast flapping its wings to push itself and its rider higher into the sky. Its looming shadow slipped between the clouds rolling in, and you prayed a storm would blow in from the sea and knock Aemond off of Vhagar and into the ocean below him.

Vhagar was the largest dragon in the world, fitting for your uncle as he had the largest ego in the world. You often joked to your brothers that he was most likely compensating for his manhood. Unlike his brother, you had not heard of his conquests with any women, or men. He was entirely elusive, a man with little or nothing to say, that many knew naught about except for his anger.

Lost in your thoughts, Aella and Saria knocked on your chambers and you bid them to enter. Aella was young, no older than two-and-twenty. She had bright curly red hair that was always tightly pulled away from her face in braids that formed a low bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were a deep brown and she had a dusting of freckles upon her nose and cheeks.

Saria was the opposite. A few years older than you, her hair was as black as night, and silky smooth, worn in a similar style to Aella, but with flowing bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were a bright blue and her skin was a deep olive.

Aella and Saria came with you from Dragonstone and had served you for many years. Both were kind and trustworthy, and you would sometimes dare to call them your friends.

The girls carried two large metal buckets each; steam rising high out of them. The two maids walked across the stone floors and placed them against the far wall. More maids walked in, carrying more steaming buckets of water and a large metal tub, placing it next to the burning fireplace, and began to fill it.

“Will you be joining the King for dinner, My Lady?” Aella asked, lifting one of the buckets letting the water carefully fall in as to not splash upon her or the ground.

“I will,” You replied, “I have not seen my Grandsire the King for many years. I’ve missed him,” You paused and thought, “and Prince Aemond extended a very warm invitation for me to join.” You looked up to see Aella and Saria give you a knowing look.

They had both witnessed the one-eyed Prince torment you since your recent arrival, and have listened to your younger selves stories of his sudden random bullying before the loss of his eye. Such a sudden shift in him which had surprised you both.

Some days it was as though he had forgotten that he hated you then, talking to you excitedly about something he had learnt in the library, before realising his mistake and scowling, stalking off away from you.

You had never truly understood the shift, but it was only ever in the open, before the eyes of court that he did it. If you were tucked away in private, he would speak to you kindly as he always had. You had shrugged it off as a child, but as you had gotten older, you realised that perhaps Alicent had been the reason for it.

“I wish to look my best this evening. It has been a long time since I have been in the presence of my family, and I want to make sure they know of how I have grown.”

Saria came behind you and began to unlace your dress, pulling it softly over your head.

Your slip was loosened by a tie at the front and it dropped down, pooling at your feet. The large copper tub had steam rising over the top, the light from the fire reflecting off of its side created a beautiful light that danced upon the wall.

Lifting your foot you stepped over and into the water, letting the stress and anxiety of the day melt away as you sank deeper into the tub. Leaning up against the high lip of the back, Aella lifted your braids from your neck and over the top, slowly untangling your hair and brushing out the strands.

Saria walked across the room and over to a large wooden wardrobe, which sat beside the bed. Dancing dragons were carved into the doors, with the faint remnants of paint covering them, with soft gold leaf detailing lining the trim of the wardrobe.

It was one of the last things left in this room that was yours, making you think that perhaps Queen Alicent did have a heart after all. Opening the two doors, Saria reached in and began pulling out gowns to present to you.

“What about this dress Princess?” She held a deep red gown with a high neck. The shoulders pointed upwards and held the sleeves of the gown together with gold chains. The long sleeves were inwardly lined with a golden silk and there were black embroidered Godswood branches reaching along the hem and bust of the gown.

“Beautiful but no, I am wanting black for this evening.”

Aella continued to braid your hair back, whilst you rested in the tub.

Saria went back to the wardrobe and brought forth another dress. This time it was a black, short sleeved one. Gold embroidered flames licked at the bottom of the gown, which split at the front up towards the fitted corset of the waist. A golden skirt peeked through the split, which shimmered like the fireplace.

The neckline was modest and although it was one of your favourites to wear back home in Dragonstone, you felt that the dress was more of a summer gown, and the coolness of the night that nipped at you made you think this dress would be too thin.

“I think I want something more mature. They haven't seen me since I was young, I am older now and wish to show it.”

You closed your eyes sinking further into the water to think for a moment, Aella pouring oils into the bath to soak your skin.

“Are any of the new dresses from Dorne?” You inquired, opening one eye to look at Saria.

The dark haired girl paused in thought, then hurriedly walked back to the wardrobe.

The next time she stood before you, she held a new gown you had not worn nor seen before.

“This is new from Marba, the tailor in Dorne.”

It was a dark black, sweeping gown. Its neckline plunged sharply into a deep V, dark black leather wrapped tightly around the waist and was embroidered with black vines that looked like dragons tails. The sleeves were long and open, that hung off by the shoulders that were lined with drooping gold chains. The inner lining was a deep blood red.

It was unlike any gown you had seen before.

Slowly you stood, Aella holding out her hand for you to take to help you out of the tub. Steam slowly rising off of your body as she pressed a warm towel to dry you, softly pushing your undergarment over your head to wear. You walked towards Saria, who held out the dress for you to inspect.

Up close, the black embroidery shimmered like threads made of Onyx, and the leather was finely stitched together to pull the waist into a tighter shape. The chains on the sleeves were thin and wound together like long chainmail braids, so delicate it draped softly and weightlessly as to not misshape the gown.

The plunging neckline was like most dresses witnessed in Dorne, but not nearly as often in King's Landing.

“It is beautiful, thank you Saria.” You smiled, “Help dress me, I’m sure they are expecting me soon.”

Saria held the gown and helped you into it, lifting it over your head and pulling it down. The inner lining was soft on your skin and the leathered waist was a new but not unwelcome weight against you. Slipping your arms through the sleeves you heard the soft jingling of the chain detailing, they looked similar to a warriors chainmail, and you thought for a second that you looked as if you were dressed to go to war.

Though this thought was not entirely unsubstantiated. Queen Alicent, your two uncles and aunt all still to this day wore green, were referred to as the Greens and were still waging a silent war against your mother and you all.

You thought of how your uncle Aemond would react to seeing you in a dress like this, but that thought was short lived as Saria began to tighten your gown, pulling in your waist which then lifted your breasts. You giggled at the prospect of irritating the prudish Queen Alicent, as Aella began to fuss with the finishings of your hair.

The dress fit you perfectly, and your hair was swept back in small intricate braids which were held together by golden charms, the rest of your hair sat softly down your back.

“You look beautiful Princess,” Aella spoke breaking the silence, “they are sure to see how you have matured with your years away from the Keep.”

She and Saria smiled softly and dabbed small drops of perfumed oils behind your ears and upon your wrists.

Ensuring that you were ready, Saria and Aella began to clean your chambers as you walked to your door, having the Knight open them for you.

Taking a deep breath you stepped out and began to walk behind the Knight. His white cape swayed behind him as you walked down the corridor to feast with your family again after many years apart.

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Hanging By a Moment: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Taking place directly after the events of "Don't Hang'em Til Noon," this series follows more of Jake and Scout as they traverse life in the New Mexico territories. Isaac Cassidy's posse is still hanging about, stirring up trouble in the name of their fallen leader. Additionally, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and your brother, Benjamin, have established rights to a gold mine that's now drawing in more and more unsavory characters. Will you have what it takes to survive the growing danger?

TW: Mentions of hangings, Swearing, Hangout being domestic, Fluff, Kissing. I think that's it? Please let me know if I've missed anything.

Word Count: 2.65k

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It was the rooster crowing that awoke you, or perhaps it was the tendrils of sunlight that crept through the curtains to caress your cheeks. Either way, consciousness had now made its presence known and once you were up, you were up. With a groan, you stretched your legs out, relishing in the tender feeling of the muscles in your lower back ridding themselves of their stiffness and aches.

You let your eyes stay closed, the soft lowing of the cattle out in pasture alerting you to the fact that you would have to get up sooner than you would like as the rest of the world stirred around you. You heard the telltale sound of your brother, Benjamin, moving around in his room, and with a heavy sigh, you finally pried your eyes open, taking in the blue rays of the morning sun as they slowly changed to gold. Flipping the blanket down, you let out a small shudder as the cool air caressed your skin, the last remnants of winter still clinging to the world as spring wormed its way in.

Dressing quickly, you made your way downstairs, starting the stove and preparing breakfast for the ranch hands that would walk through the door at any moment. Things had settled nicely since the incident a month prior with Isaac Cassidy, the looming sense of dread that had often filled you giving way to a tender calm ever since the man had hanged at the gallows in place of Jake. Your heart clenched at the memory that you almost hadn’t made it in time to save him.

The front door opened, the sound of heavy footsteps echoing throughout the house, a small smile playing at your lips at the familiar sound. The sound of humming accompanied the footsteps as they grew louder, and you turned from the pot in front of you just as Jake Seresin, former outlaw turned honest man, rounded the corner. He held a small bouquet of golden flowers, marigolds, in one of his hands, his hat clutched in the other. His green eyes lit up as they landed on you, lips splitting into a giant grin. Tossing his hat onto the table, he crossed the room quickly to wrap you up in his arms, careful not to crush the flowers in his hand as he did so. He gazed down at you, cupping your jaw with his free hand and running his thumb along your bottom lip. Leaning down, he captured your mouth with his in a kiss which you gladly returned. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours, and all too soon he pulled away, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Good morning, honey girl,” he murmured, offering you the marigolds. “Did you sleep well?”

You hummed, a dazed look on your face as you smiled softly up at him.

“Jake,” you sighed, eyes darting down to the flowers he was holding up for you. Your happy expression morphed quickly into one of suspicion as you glanced from the flowers to him. “Are those my marigolds that I’ve been waiting all week to bloom?”

He let out a loud scoff, but the smile was still in his eyes as he turned the scoff back down to you.

“Are you accusing me of stealing?” he teased, leaning in so that your noses were practically touching. You arched an eyebrow at him with an unimpressed frown.

“Answer the question.”

“No, Scout,” he replied, feigning hurt. You waited for him to provide an explanation, scowling when he pulled away to grab a vase from the china hutch by the back door. You watched as he plucked one of the vases from the top shelf, walking over to water bucket to fill it. With a sigh, you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms as you waited for him to give you an answer.

“Jake,” you grumbled, a hint of warning in your tone. The blond hummed, raising his brow at you innocently as he placed the vase of flowers in the center of the table.

“Jake.”

“What’s that, sweet girl?”

“Where did you get the flowers from?” You asked him again, watching as he mirrored your stance against the table. You could see him trying to fight off the smile that threatened to overtake him as he shifted his gaze down to the floor.

“I grabbed’em from Mrs. Wymer’s garden,” he admitted, a blush blooming on his cheeks as he snuck a glance back up at you.

“Jake!” You cried out, eyes growing wide as you gaped at him in disbelief. “You stole that old woman’s flowers right from out of her garden?”

“No!” He exclaimed, pausing as if thinking over his next words. He grimaced and your shoulders slumped as you could already feel the annoyance pass over you. He gave you a sheepish smile. “Well, yes. But it’s not what you think!”

“Oh,” you scowled, rolling your eyes, “please do tell me how it’s not what I think.”

“Well, you see,” he began, his sheepish smile turning devious. He pushed off from the table, sauntering slowly over to where you stood, still scowling at him. “It just so happens that Mrs. Wymer insisted that I take the flowers. Said that she thought I could put them to good use, and so I did just that.”

He stopped back in front of you, a smirk plain as day on his face. You raised an eyebrow at him, the two of you standing in silence as he waited for you to respond.

“You’re a loon,” you mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he gazed down at you, those green eyes holding so much adoration as they beheld you.

“Only for you,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you once again. You leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his neck as he pulled you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss as his other hand stroked your side.

“Scout have you seen me-”

The two of you sprang apart as Benjamin sauntered into the room. He stopped short as he looked up from buttoning his suit jacket, seeing the position you two were in. He let out a long sigh as he dropped his hands to his sides, giving the both of you a once over and a look of chagrin.

“Must you?” He asked to neither of you in particular.

“Apologies, Benjamin,” Jake snickered, leaning against the counter as you turned your attention back to the pot on the stove. You heard Benjamin scoff as he walked over towards the table, plopping down into one of the many seats surrounding it.

“What was it you were saying, Benji?” You asked him, chancing a glance back at him. He was still scowling, eyes darting between you and the blond at your side. His gaze fixed back on you as he sat up straighter.

“I was asking if you had seen my briefcase,” he said slowly, watching as you scooped a ladle full of oatmeal into a bowl for him. You walked over, placing it gently in front of him as he continued to eye you up and down with an indiscernible expression.

“I’m sure it’s in your study where you left it last night,” you told him, giving him a scowl of your own. “Now stop staring at me. It’s rude.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but turned his attention to his food just as the other ranch hands started filing through the door.

“You better go grab a seat,” you told Jake, grabbing four more bowls from the cupboard. He brushed his hand against yours as he pushed off from the counter to join the others.

You joined them at the table once everyone was served, taking your seat in between Benjamin and Jake, both of whom were nearly finished. Benjamin shoveled the last little bit of his food into his mouth, scrambling to his feet as he glanced up at the clock on the mantle.

“Blast it, the time,” he mumbled, rushing towards the front door. He stopped as he crossed the threshold from the kitchen into the hallway, catching your eye as he did so.

“Scout,” he said, pointing a finger at you, “I’ll see you tonight at the town hall meeting, right? It’s important that you come, and be there by seven.”

“Where’s my invite, Benji?” Jake asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Benjamin spared him a look, jaw twitching at the mischievous expression on the blond’s face.

“Quite frankly, Mr. Seresin,” your brother said evenly, “I don’t give a damn what you do or say until there’s a ring on my sister’s finger.”

Before Jake could respond, Benjamin turned on his heal and walked out. Seconds later, you all heard the sound of the front door opening and then slamming shut, and you let out a sigh. A moment of awkward silence swallowed the room before the other ranch hands thanked you for the meal and made themselves scarce. Jake glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he finished his food.

“He does know we’re practically engaged already, right?” He asked you, shifting slightly in his seat. You snickered, grabbing your bowl and his as you headed towards the sink. Jake’s mischievous look was long gone as he rose to his feet, walking after you. “Scout?”

“Mr. Seresin,” you began, clasping your hands in front of you as you turned to look at him, “unfortunately for you, my brother raises an important matter. Until I receive a proper proposal, I’m afraid your word doesn’t carry very much weight in this house.”

Jake gaped at you, green eyes wide as they took you in.

“Scout-”

You held up your hand to stop him, nearly laughing at the state of him as he stood there in the middle of your kitchen, eyes wide and mouth ajar as he scrambled for something to say. Fighting back a smile, you walked over so that you were standing right in front of him, placing your hands on his chest and gently brushed out the wrinkles in his shirt, peering up at him through your lashes.

“You better get going,” you told him, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. “You have work to do.”

The town hall was filled with the deafening roar of the townsfolk gathered in the assembly hall. It was so crowded, in fact, that you felt immense gratitude towards your past self for thinking to pack your fan in your clutch. You fanned yourself lightly, watching the older women of the community congregate together to discuss town gossip in hushed whispers while their husbands gathered on the opposite side of the room to discuss business. The women your age were gathered in the seats to your left, and you wondered how they kept themselves busy considering that every time you saw them they were gracing the modiste with their presence.

“I heard she stabbed him.”

That caught your attention, and you shifted in your seat subtly to better hear the conversation to your left.

“I heard she lured him into the bedroom and then seduced him before handing him over to the marshal.”

That made you frown. Your actions regarding Isaac Cassidy’s arrest and then subsequent execution had been the talk of the town for a couple of weeks now, and it appeared the rumor mill had run wild. You supposed you would have to do something about that.

“Look at her,” one of the older girls said, and you felt four pairs of eyes land on your profile. You remained stoic, not showing them that you could hear every single word of what they were saying. “She’s a proper lady, you know. From out back east. I doubt she’d be capable of much else other than simple household chores.”

That made you snicker. You attempted to cover it up with a cough, but you were unable to see if your efforts worked because Birdie and Bunny came walking down the aisle towards you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen everyone gathered in one place before,” Birdie said excitedly, taking the seat next to yours on your left. Bunny smiled softly in your direction before sitting on the opposite side of the young schoolteacher, leaning forward so that she could still hear the two of you over the still growing crowd.

“It is a bit exciting, I suppose,” you smiled. You hadn’t been sure about holding the town hall meeting in the actual town hall versus the church. You had raised the concern to your brother early on that the town hall might be too large a space for the people who regularly showed their faces in town.

“Don’t you worry a thing, Scout,” he had grinned, excitement evident on his face. “People are going to come from all over to hear what we have to say. The farmers and ranchers who almost never make it into town are even coming! I’m worried we might not even have enough space for all of them.”

Glancing around, you were beginning to think his worries might be justified. The room was growing more and more crowded as the minutes stretched on.

“You’re coming to the play next week, right?” Birdie asked you. You turned your attention back to her, giving her a nod as you smiled.

“Yes, of course!” You told her. “I wouldn’t miss it!”

“Who could turn down the opportunity to see Bradley up on that stage acting all heroic?” Bunny teased, nudging Birdie good-naturedly. You saw a tinge of pink creep onto her face as you and Bunny giggled. It was no secret that Birdie and the outlaw had feelings for one another, but getting the schoolteacher to admit that was a feat in and of itself.

“A prince and his princess,” you added, earning a rare scowl from the girl beside you.

“I told you already,” she grumbled, “I want to establish myself as an individual first. I have a career to think about.”

“Yes, of course,” you nodded. “I think it’s very noble of you to do so, actually. But that doesn’t mean you can’t play the field while you’re establishing your career.”

Bunny nodded in agreement, and Birdie turned back to you.

“And what of you and Jake Seresin?” She asked, eyes flaring in intrigue. “Any word of an official proposal yet?”

Before you could answer, the group of girls to your left burst into a fit of giggles, grabbing your attention. Their eyes darted to the back of the room, and your gaze followed, instantly connecting with a pair of green eyes that were already on you.

Jake was leaning against the back wall next to the rest of the Daggers, Bradley standing directly to his left as the brunette laughed at something Reuben had said. Jake shot you a wink, and you felt your cheeks instantly warm. Biting back a smile, you turned your attention back ahead of you, fanning yourself a bit faster.

“The boys are here,” you told Bunny and Birdie as nonchalantly as possible. Both of them turned their attention to the back of the room, instantly turning back around to mirror you as you sat with your back straight and staring pointedly ahead at the stage.

“Damn them,” Birdie murmured, her cheeks as red as rubies now. You let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement.

Just then, Maverick, Benjamin, and a third man you had seen in passing at the law firm stepped onto the stage, and the conversations around the room died down as attention turned to the three men standing in front of everyone. Maverick cleared his throat as the last of the chatter stopped, stepping forward to address all who had gathered. He smiled warmly, gaze traveling across the room as he clapped his hands together.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

A/N: Here she is! A Christmas surprise for all of you, even if she is a little late. Friendly reminder that I am redoing my tag lists! If you haven't already entered your username into the new one, please do so!! As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. You can also find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I post these updates as well!

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warrioreowynofrohan · 8 months

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Mansfield Park - Henry Crawford and Fanny Price

I want to lay out how I see these characters and their relationship, because to me they seem to be set up as a deliberate contrast to Pride and Prejudice. At the tine of Henry’s first proposal, they are in a similar place to Elizabeth and Darcy at the time of Darcy’s first proposal, albeit with extremely different personalities than those characters: Fanny refuses him despite his wealth and her economic precarity because she cannot like or even respect him. However, Fanny, who is far shyer than Elizabeth, cannot lay out in direct and specific terms the foundation of her disapprobation of him.

From there, Henry sets out to win her regard in ways that very closely recall some of the events between Elizabeth and Darcy.

1) He does a great favour for a relative of hers. In his case, it is getting his uncle the admiral to have Fanny’s brother William promoted to lieutenant; in Darcy’s, it is saving the Bennets from disgrace by getting Wickham to marry Lydia. Darcy’s favour is far greater, and much more personally unpleasant for him, and he keeps it intentionally secret; he does it out of love of Elizabeth, but not to make her feel obligated. Henry’s takes only a few days of his time, its goal is get to Fanny to like him better, and he leverages it both at first and later to make her feel obliged to him.

2) He changes his manners to suit her. In Darcy’s case this means being polite rather than rude and haughty; in the case of Henry, who has always been charming and gregarious, it involves softening his manners to suit Fanny’s shy and quiet personality and engaging in more serious talk. In Darcy’s case this is a fundamental change in response to Elizabeth’s reproof; in Henry’s, it’s a simple adaptation to one person’s taste rather than another. He’s intelligent and able to engage in serious conversation when he wants to, but that’s not indicative of any fundamental change in his thinking.

3) He is polite to her family (the Prices, in Portsmouth) even when they are embarrassing.

4) He speaks with Fanny about reforms he is making on his estates to make sure his tenants are being treated fairly. These feels like a parallel to Elizabeth’s improved opinion of Darcy upon visiting Pemberley and hearing how well his servants speak of him. The difference is that Darcy has always been like that, whereas we are told early in Mansfield Park that Henry has been little on his estates during his adulthood: “To any thing like a permanence of abode, Henry Crawford had…a great dislike”. Darcy is acting in line with deep-seated principles; Henry is doing it as part of his courtship of Fanny, so he can bring it up to her and look good. He also tries to get her to counsel him to continue in this current vein, to engage her in a desire to fix/improve him, which Fanny shuts down laudably: “I advise! - you know very well what is right,” and when he reples that he always knows what is right when she tells him: “We all have a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person could be.” The weakness of Henry’s motivation is seen in the ending, where he puts off a visit to his estates to set matters right there in order to flirt with the now-married Maria Rushworth.

In short, Darcy is already good in many concrete ways, and sincerely improves in the ways where he is faulty, not in order to get Elizabeth to love him but because he thinks about her criticisms, agrees with them, and wants to be better for its own sake; and he helps her family solely out of love for her and deliberately hides it. Henry changes his manner and talk as part of his courtship, but his deeper values and attitudes do not change, and everything is directed at getting Fanny to fall for him.

The second area of contrast is in what the heroines object to. Elizabeth’s aspersions on Darcy’s character, regarding his interactions with Wickham, are found to be mistaken; her legitimate objections are to his attitude and arrogance, and he amends this. Henry’s manners are impeccable and his company charming; Fanny’s objections are to his character. She sees him deliberately flirt with both her cousins at once to a degree that implies an intent to propose, and play them off against one another; she sees him make some very deliberate and mutually-understood innuendo towards Maria, signifying that she should break off her engagement and be with him instead, all with zero intention of actually proposing if she did do so; she sees him use the theatricals to continue this pursuit of Maria. And this is very usual behaviour for Henry; his sister says he has broken many hearts, and when he starts courting Fanny his goal is to make her fall in love with him and then leave her “feeling she will never be happy again”.

This is what makes me judge Henry much more harshly than his sister Mary. Mary can be selfish, but she is not malicious or cruel, and she can be kind when it doesn’t inconvenience her (and one of her better traits is that even when she is unhappy or disappointed she never takes it out on other people). In contrast, Henry’s principal diversion and entertainment for years has been deliberately making young women miserable, leading them on, getting them to reject other suitors in hopes of him, and then departing without a care, to please his own vanity. He is, in truth, doing not once but habitually, what Willoughby did to Marianne: always implying enough to seem on the edge of an engagement but never following through, and then pretending it was all nothing. It’s a casual cruelty he finds amusing as a proof of his skills. In short, he’s a deceptive playboy. Even after Maria is married, he can’t resist flirting with her, which is what leads to her disgrace and social destruction.

Even though Austen lays out an alternative scenario where Henry might have married Fanny if not for that final flirtation with Maria Rushworth, all of the above does not lead me to believe she find that scenario desirable. She’s painstakingly laid out all the contrasts with her previous novel that make this scenario a very different one from Pride and Prejudice.

In addition to Henry’s serial seductions, one of the biggest red flags is his attempt to make Fanny responsible for his character, with an attitude of ‘you’re such an angel, you can make me do whatever you want’. This gives me Tenant of Wildfell Hall vibes, where Helen’s aunt tries to warn her off thinking that an older man of the world will let himself be guided and led by a younger woman who is in his power. Fanny rejects this idea: Henry knows what is right, can make his own choice to do it, and she will not let herself be appropriated as his conscience. Henry isn’t debauched like Huntington, but if Fanny married him the chances of him feeling bored after some years - when he no longer has the thrill of the pursuit to keep him interested - and pursuing other flirtations and affairs to Fanny’s misery, seems pretty high based on his character; and he’s skilled enough at skirting the line that he could easily brush away any objections from her as “oh, it’s nothing, just being sociable.”

On top of all the faults of character - even if Henry did reform, I have trouble seeing Fanny and Henry being happy together. At the core of his personality is a need for change, for stimulus, for challenge (the latter, rather than sexual desire, is the main thing driving his string of conquests), and for company. Fanny, in contrast, very much prefers quiet and the company of a few people she is close to, and I think this is her genuine personality, not something that needs to be overcome by “bringing her out of her shell”. Henry would be bored to misery living the kind of lifestyle that Fanny is comfortable with, and Fanny would be deeply unhappy living in the social whirl and flurry of activity that Henry prefers. In contrast, Fanny and Edmund are both “me after a quiet day in: time for a quiet night in” people.

So, with all this, why is Henry/Fanny a popular AU? Apart from fannish dislike of Edmund (which I don’t share), I think part of it is that we don’t get an open confrontation between Fanny and Henry, the way we do between Elizabeth and Darcy, where she lays out her objections to him: I saw you flirting with both my cousins at once, I saw you making them both unhappy for your own amusement, I saw you repeatedly tempting Maria to break her engagement with no intention of following through if she did, just because you liked the challenge of winning an engaged woman. And the lack of this naturally raises the question of: how would Henry react if this confrontation happened? Which provides fertile soil for AUs.

#jane austen #mansfield park #fanny price #henry crawford #mary crawford

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hellfireswhore · 1 year

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Broken Ribs (pt.2)

Carl Grimes X FTM! Reader

Summary: Over time, Carl Grimes grew on you. You finally realized you had feelings for him and planned to admit them to him, but things didn’t go as planned.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, violence, dysphoria, self-harm, suicidal thoughts

Pronouns: He/Him

(Part one here)

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Ever since you joined Ricks's group, you’ve been through a lot of traumatic events.

The governor, the prison falling apart, getting separated from the group, some of the group members that you called family passing, and Terminus.

It all changed when you found Alexandria.

A secure and safe camp where your group could stay and hopefully even settle.

It was difficult to settle for you due to all the incidents that have happened in Alexandria. Especially being attacked by people with W’a on their forehead, the walls collapsing causing walkers to break in, and lastly, Carl’s eye getting shot out.

You were there for all of it.

Carl was your best friend. He was there for you when you were both complete strangers to each other. You had to be there for him like he was when your ribs broke back at the prison.

Every incident brought you closer together. Although, it made you gain feelings for the brunette boy. You realized this when he was in danger. You couldn’t live with the regret of not being completely honest with him if he was gone.

The problem was he and this girl named Enid also grew close to each other.

This made you realize you needed to do it now or never.

You refuse to lose him.

“Michonne, I’m terrified.” You spoke to the women pacing around your room in the house you shared with Rick, Michonne, Judith, and Carl. “What if he says no? And I just ruined our friendship?” You continued. Michonne was absorbing this with her arms crossed, smiling, eyes following your anxious movements. “Y/N, after all, you’ve been through, this is your biggest concern?” She spoke.

“This is different! I’ve never felt like this!” You replied, starting to bite your nails, continuing to pace. “Awe yes, a teenager in love with their best friend. A mixture of feelings. But hey-“ Michonne stopped you in your tracks, making you and her make direct eye contact.

“If you don’t do this, it will eat you up. You have the choice to share how you truly feel, not a lot of people have that choice. No matter what happens, Carl will still be a part of your life because you are a part of his and ours.”

Michonne’s words gave you the exact motivation you needed.

You nodded in agreement and she pulled you into a comforting hug to reassure you, no matter what happens, it’s gonna be okay.

“Now, Go! Before the walkers get 'em!” Michonne piled you back causing you to gasp. “Don’t joke like that, dude!” You lightly pushed her shoulder causing her to chuckle. “But seriously, I saw him head over the walls, you should hurry before it gets dark.”

“Are you kidding?!” You burst out. You grabbed your bag and quickly head out of the house towards the walls.

You started to climb over the Alexandrian walls with caution to avoid getting caught by the guards. Once out, you started to walk into the woods.

You have no clue where he’d be, so, you used your knowledge of tracking that Daryl taught you back at the prison. Daryl was like an uncle to you with all honesty and you appreciated how he tried to understand your gender identity. Same thing with Rick, although, he’s like a father figure. You loved your found family.

Pulling out of your thoughts you heard a conversation from afar. With instinct, you approach quietly and hid behind a tree. You focused your eyes on the conversation and saw two people.

It was Carl!

And…Enid?

“I thought he was alone?” You thought to yourself. You were hoping to find him alone so you could admit your feelings. But, time had other plans.

“We’ve been walking for forever, can we please stop?” Carl announced. Enid stopped in her tracks. “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” She replied. “What’s up?” Carl replied. Enid turned to face Carl, “I’ve been thinking about you..a lot lately.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean??

You continued to hide behind the tree, still eavesdropping on Carl and Enid. Your heart started to pick up a little.

“How so?” Carl replied. Enid moved closer towards Carl, “I don’t know if I can bring myself to speak it.” She paused, “But I can show you.”

Your eyes widen at the sight.

Enid is kissing Carl

Your Carl Grimes.

Your heart is aching, feeling as if it’s bleeding. The more you stand there, staring at them. Your eyes water, threatening to spill.

You slowly back away from your hiding place. You had to get out of here. You couldn’t stand to see this any longer. Although, you overlooked a tree root picking out the ground, causing you to fall backward.

Carl turns around, breaking the kiss. Hand on his holster ready to defend himself, but, he only saw you.

“Y/N?” Carl spoke. But before he could say anything else, You got up and ran off. “Y/N, wait!” He yelled, wanting to go after you. Then, he felt a hand on his wrist, resisting him to chase after you. “Let him go. He’s fine. He only fell.”

Carl turned around, but his face was serious. “Are you kidding me? He’s alone. I’m not leaving him out here.” “But you’ll leave me out here?!” Enid added.

Carl huffed in frustration, “Y/N is my-“ Carl paused, catching his words “-I need to know he’s okay…just go home.” He finished, walking away from Enid to find you.

You ran.

You ran as far as your body could take you.

It was now dark and you could barely see anything or anyone in sight.

Your legs became limp, letting your body fall into the grass.

You had no idea how long you’d been running. You'd do it again if it kept your mind after what you just witnessed.

You were too late.

When that thought came to mind, you broke down. Tears spilled from your eyes. Your lips shaking and your breathing is uneven. A pain grew in your chest. Making you realize you are back to where you started.

Overbinding.

But, this time, you didn’t care.

Dysphoria already made you want to cause harm to yourself, but the mixture of heartbreak, made you want to die.

Hyperventilating took over you and you didn’t even notice the walker in front of you. But, you didn’t care. If you couldn’t be who you wanted to be with someone you loved, you didn’t want to be here anymore.

Suddenly, the walker was stabbed in the head, falling to the ground revealing a boy with a sheriff's hat, Carl Grimes.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?” The boy questioned, fear written on his face. You didn’t answer, only your hard, fast breaths came out. Carl was checking for injuries on you. He lifted up your shirt to examine more and only saw the bandages on your chest. He remembers Hershel informing him of this binding technique. Concern falls onto his face.

“I thought you stopped binding like this? We need to get this off of you. You’re breathing is uneven.” You started to cry again, making Carl treat you carefully. “I know, I know, I'm sorry. But I need you in one piece okay?”

Oddly enough, you weren’t crying because of the bandages coming off, but Carl decreased your dysphoria. Maybe it was because you felt like yourself and didn’t have to prove that you were a boy, because, through his eyes, he sees you as a man.

But your tears spilled because you couldn’t have him like this daily.

He finished removing the bandages and covered you back. You continued to cry still lying in the grass. “Please don’t cry, Y/N. I hate seeing you cry.” Carl spoke softly, reaching to pick you up from the ground into a hug. You hugged him back, crying Into his shoulder. He ran his hands over your back hoping it would calm you down.

Why was Y/N still crying? Was it the dysphoria? The close-to-death experience? Hun seeing Enid kiss Carl-

Wait…

Carl ran a Problem in his head. It couldn’t have been the dysphoria. You’ve mentioned to him once or twice you’re comfortable not binding around him. And the walker? It was only one. You could’ve taken that walker out like that, even in this state. The kiss? Why else would you have run away and ignored his calls toward you.

It all started to click.

After a few minutes, your cries turned into soft sniffles. Once he realized you were calm, he pulled back to see your face but kept his hands on you.

“Y/N, be honest, why were you there with Enid and me? Carl questioned. Your heart picked up, fear picking itself back up. Where did your confidence go?

“It’s okay, I'm not mad. You can tell me.” Carl reassured. Those words gave a tiny amount of strength. You already knew who we wanted, so why not just admit it.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but…I wanted to tell you that I’ve grown to care for you. Deeply. Like..” you paused, preparing to spit out the words you’ve wanted to say for so long.

“I love you, Carl Grimes.”

You lowered your face, hiding your watery eyes from him. “I-I know you like Enid, but I wanted to tell you because you deserve to know.” You stuttered. Lips beginning to shake again.

“I don’t want, Enid.” Carl broke the silence. You froze in place, trying to process what he just said. Suddenly, you felt hands on your cheeks, lifting your face to see Carl. Your eyes were focused on his, noses almost touching, you could practically feel his breath.

“I want you, Y/N. It’s always been you.” Those words were enough to make you close the distance. Carl instantly kissed you back, making you put your hands on his hands which were still on your cheek. You pulled away for air but kept your forehead against Carl. He grazed his thumbs over your cheeks, removing your cheek-stained tears, and smiled.

“I’m so in love with you, Y/N L/N.”

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A/N: I decided to continue to "Broken Ribs" one-shot into a part two bc I kinda left a cliffhanger in the original and couldn't do yall like that! This is the final part so there will be no more updates on this scenario. But, I will continue to write an FTM reader for Carl! just other scenarios. I hope yall enjoyed this!!! Also, I do accept requests so id love to hear what yall would like to see! (atm only for TWD)

#the walking dead #fanfic #fanfiction #carl grimes #the walking dead x you #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes x reader comfort #carl grimes x y/n #Carl grimes x ftm Reader #Carl grimes x Reader angst #Carl grimes x transgender reader #Carl grimes x transmasc Reader #gay #lgbt #mlm

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silenzahra · 4 months

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Current gaming situation 🕹✨

Felt like sharing the games I'm currently playing, even if I've paused some of them because of my lack of time 😅

-Super Mario Bros. Wonder 💙

I'm literally stuck on the second to last level, and I can't access the last one until I'm done with this one 😫 It's being such a pain! I don't wanna spoil anything for those who haven't played this game yet, so I'll simply mention two words and make them small so you can avoid them: music blocks 😬

-Super Mario RPG ❤

I can't even remember the last time I played this game 😭 Peach had just joined the gang, but I haven't had the chance to continue playing in forever and I simply can't wait to resume it! 🥹

-Luigi's Mansion 3 💚

Okay, I actually beat this game twice throughout this year 😂 So I only play once in a while, unhurried, chilling and enjoying the adventures of Luigi hunting ghosts in a haunted hotel 👻 Also Polterpup 😭😭😭 Cutest dog EVER 🥹🥹🥹

-Super Mario Odyssey ❤

I started replaying this game for the second time a few months ago, and again, I had to stop due to life happening 😅 I played it for the first time back when I bought it in 2018, so I'm kinda rediscovering it and I'm enjoying it just as much as the first time! 🤩 (or was, you know what I mean 😂) New Donk City has to be my favorite part btw!

-Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga 💚❤

THIS GAME 😭😭😭 This was my very first Mario RPG game and also my first RPG game EVER, and it was the one that made me fall in love with Mario and Luigi for the first time, and with their cute brotherly bond as well 🥹 And it was also the first one that got me into writing fanfics, so OF COURSE I had to replay it as soon as I got Nintendo Switch Online! 😭

I've replayed it sooooo many times during its 20 years! 🥹 I was 13 when I got it for my GBA, and I obviously got the remake for 3DS years later, but even though I love it, I still prefer the original one. Mario and Luigi look so cute with all those pixels! 😭❤💚

Those Bros. Attacks, those references to Luigi's Mansion and The Legend of Zelda, the Firebrand and Thunderhand!!! 😭😭😭 This game means the whole world to me and I'm just so happy I got to replay it again on my Nintendo Switch! 🥹

And of course: Prince Peasley 🤭 Look at this gif I found, AW aren't they adorable!? 😭😭😭 @itsavee4117 let's fangirl together 🥹😭💚💛✨

So yeah! These are the games I have started but haven't gotten the chance to finish yet, even if three of them are actually replays 🤭 I ocassionally play Mario Kart 8 and Tetris as well, and I get back to Disney Dreamlight Valley whenever there's a new update 🤭

These are some games I would like to play next year (once I'm done with the ones I mentioned above):

-Super Mario Galaxy, since I own a copy of Super Mario 3D All Stars but never found the time to play this game, except for a very short try!

-Paper Mario, since I never got to play it as a child and it's available on Nintendo Switch Online! 🤩

-Banjo-Kazooie, one of my childhood games that I ADORE with all my heart 🥹 Same as with Paper Mario, I wanna replay it since it's available on Nintendo Switch Online!

-A bunch of old The Legend of Zelda games: Minish Cap, Ocarina of Time, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages... I played all those games growing up and I really loved them! And again, they're available on Nintendo Switch Online, so it's just a matter of finding the time to replay them little by little.

-Princess Peach Showtime. Of course I wanna try the new Princess Peach game! 🤩 Can't wait for it to come out next year! 👏

-Luigi's Mansion 2: Dark Moon. BUT OF COURSE. I mean: it's Luigi. How could I NOT wanna (re)play this game? I own it for 3DS but it's going to be such a BLAST to play it on my Switch next year! 🤩

-Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. My second favorite Mario RPG game EVER 🥹 (only after Superstar Saga) I literally screamed and burst into tears when the remake was announced in the last Nintendo Direct 😭 This game is so important to me! I can't wait to replay it next year 🥹😭❤✨

Okay, this post ended up being way longer than I expected 😅 Thank you so so much if you read everything! 💖

And of course, feel free to share anything that comes to mind about these games, or about the games you're currently playing! I'd be happy to hear anything you'd like to say! 💖

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chaoticreations · 9 months

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2023 so far!

This year so far (as of July, even though I'm writing in August), I have finished 6 fursuits, all heads or partials. I've just finished another one too, though I haven't revealed it just yet!

From top left to bottom right:

Reple the Fluffy Housecat - A very fluffy cat indeed. He was finished in January and went to Norway!

Noodles the Warthog/Beetle Hybrid - An incredibly interesting and experimental project. Heads usually take me 1-2 weeks, this one took me a month! They were finished in February and are my most unusual creature to date.

CMYK Premade (now named Calliper) - A premade fursuit made for and sold at Confuzzled 2023. One of my favourite suits so far!

Autumn's Rage Premade - Another premade made for and sold at Confuzzled 2023. This was an experimental character, designed for me by a good friend of mine, Bec. He has LED eyes.

Sparkle Collie Premade (now named Lavender) - Another premade! This one was created after Confuzzled ended, when I found myself without any work to do.

Remus the Jackal Cherub - One of my favourite pieces! Remus was the first commission I took on this year. They also kicked off my Youtube Shorts channel.

#fursuit maker #furry #fursuit #fursuit making #furry sfw #furry fandom #furry artist #fursuits

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sandycodes · 10 months

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day 8/100

life is just throwing me for an absolute loop these days, but im starting my adventure into javascript :) i didn't do a ton of coding today, but i learned about the history of javascript as well as 2 ways of running it in the browser, both in html files within the script tag and in an REPL (also one way of declaring a variable cause i think there are others but im not sure) <3

#this is exciting for me cause its like the first 'functional' language that im learning #which for me is like more than just aesthetics like html and css were #even though i definitely still need to continue practice with those i feel like building projects with javascript will let me practice all #codeblr #progblr #100 days of code #html #studyblr

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mistiell · 1 year

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Strange Love Pt. 3

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Healer! Reader

Summary: Two months after your arrival at the little palace, you’re finally putting your escape plan into action. Unfortunately, a certain General seems to catch you in the act.

Warnings: Mentions of violence (Reader talks about her mother)

Word Count: 2.5k

Part 2 < current > Part 4

Two months after your life had been entirely uprooted, you’re creeping through the halls of the little palace under the cover of night. You’ve got the place thoroughly memorised by now, having taken late night exhibitions nearly every night since you arrived. It’s done a number on your sleep schedule. You’ve found yourself staying later and later to help the General with his work. As of recently, you find you don’t usually return to your room any earlier than ten bells in the evening. Not to mention the hours spent roaming the halls and making mental notes as you go.

You’re halfway through rounding a corner when you spot a guard standing at his post. After nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to backpedal, you press yourself up against the wall. The guards. That was the one thing you had failed to take into account.

You angle your head to look just around the corner, finding that the man hasn’t moved. He’s leaned against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, head lolling backwards before snapping back to attention, only to repeat the process a few seconds later. You wonder if you can keep him between sleep and wakefulness long enough to slip past unnoticed.

Pressing your palms together and focusing on him, you slow his heart rate and even out his breathing in slight increments. You concentrate a little harder on his eyes, making his lids feel a little heavier. The goal is to make it feel like it’s happening naturally. It seems to work, because in a few short seconds, his eyes close and stay that way for a short window, allowing you to slip past swiftly and silently.

You do this with the next few guards you stumble across. It takes a little extra time seeing as you have to be very careful not to alert them of your presence, but it pays off when you make it to the dome room successfully.

You’re halfway through crossing the room and patting yourself on the back when a familiar voice has you freezing midstep.

“Y/n?” You whip around to face the General, trying your very best not to look guilty.

“Moi soverenyi.” Clearing your throat, you straighten before bowing deeply. He regards you with amusement as he crosses the distance between you, the corners of his mouth curled up into a small smile.

“Escaping, are we?”

“Oh— No!” Your voice bounces off the walls and you clear your throat again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment, “I mean, no. I’m not.”

“Relax, I was only joking.” He chuckles and you find yourself smiling sheepishly, “If you’re not escaping, what are you doing out so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He hums, and it feels as if he’s staring into your soul. In a way, he is. Or trying to, at least. In the months he’s known you, he’s learned very little about you. He’s made attempts at conversation during the time you’ve spent in his office helping him with his work, but you always respond with vague answers that leave very little room for questions.

“You could,” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes your stomach do flips. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s devilishly handsome, “But I asked first.”

He’s got you there. You sigh through your nose and glance towards the entrance of the palace. You were so close. You turn your attention back to him, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither could I. I was about to take a walk along the lake.” He seems to think for a moment, “Would you like to join me?”

Your brows raise in shock and he has to stop himself from laughing, “Oh, um… sure.”

He smiles and gestures to the doors, “Shall we?”

You nod, following him out to the courtyard. There’s a thin veil of snow dusting the ground and the now bare trees, winter just barely beginning to replace Autumn.

As you traverse down the path towards the lake, it gets increasingly dark. The lights only go so far. As you grow further from the last lamppost and descend into the darkness, you find your pace slows.

The general slows to a stop when he notices you’ve fallen behind, his cloak swishing around the left side of his legs before falling back into place when he turns to look at you, “Is something wrong?”

You swallow, forcing yourself to look away from the darkness in favour of looking at him, “It’s nothing.”

He notes the tense set of your shoulders and the way you keep glancing behind him, putting the pieces together rather quickly, “You’re afraid of the dark.”

Your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment, both because of your fear, and the fact that he read you so easily. Still, you scoff at him, “I am not.”

“I thought you weren’t one to lie?” He smirks and you find it gives him this boyish sort of charm that has an infuriating swarm of butterflies fluttering about your stomach. You huff and cross your arms, and if you didn’t seem ready to gouge his eyes out with the nearest blunt object, he would have said you look cute when you’re frustrated.

“I’m not.” You insist, holding his gaze.

“Then shall we continue?” You shoot one last glance into the dark before nodding curtly, marching purposefully ahead of him to prove your point. You hear him chuckle at you as he falls back into step beside you and huff.

“You’re quite headstrong, aren’t you.” When you turn to glare at him halfheartedly, any lingering annoyance slowly slips away when you find he’s already smiling at you.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” The corners of your mouth curl up into a puckish grin, “I like to think it’s one of my best qualities.”

“Amongst many, I’m sure.” Heat flushes your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Is he flirting with you? Or is he being sarcastic? You laugh nervously and continue walking.

When you reach the lake, you both stop, standing side by side to admire the way the moonlight reflects off the surface of the water. It’s much darker here, but you find that it’s not as frightening with him next to you. It’s colder by the water, you realise.You forwent wearing your kefta as a precaution, leaving you dressed in a cream coloured shirt and a pair of brown pants with suspenders to match. Before you have the chance to warm yourself, the General wordlessly shucks his cloak from his shoulders and wraps it around yours.

“Oh, you don’t have to—.”

“Hush. I want to.” Something about the way he says it has your heart skipping a beat. It practically engulfs you, still warm with his body heat. The fur around the collar tickles your nose when you pull it a little more snug around your body, and you find it smells like the crisp air mixed with the scent of a forest after a downpour. There’s something else mixed in there, something sweet and a little tangy. Something that’s uniquely him.

“Thanks.” Is your quiet reply. He smiles at you in response.

You stand there in silence next to each other for a moment, taking in the scenery and enjoying the fresh air.

“There’s a lake a few miles from my house that’s a lot like this,” You aren't entirely sure what‘s compelling you to speak. Perhaps it's homesickness or sleep deprivation, maybe a little bit of both. Either way, he hangs onto your every word, “Not nearly as big, of course, and there were rocks along the shore that hurt to step on before it turned into sand the deeper you went. My mother used to take me there every weekend during the summer.”

Your smile is bittersweet and nostalgic as you stare out over the water. Moonlight bathes your features in an almost ghostly light and he finds himself wanting to freeze this moment, to capture it in a bottle to preserve your beauty. He finds himself wanting to know you, mind, body and soul. To know your deepest desires and fears, to know everything that’s made you into the person who stands before him now.

“You asked about my mother once, and why I was alone when Zoya and the others came to find me.”

He regards you thoughtfully and nods, “I did.”

A frown replaces the smile that once hung on your lips, “She was killed by drüskelle. She left for the village one morning and when she hadn’t returned by nightfall I was worried. I went looking for her. Part of me regrets it now. I’ll never be able to forget,” A growing lump in your throat cuts you off and you swallow hard, trying to will away the tears that prick the corners of your eyes, “Forget the arrows that stuck out of her back. There were six of them. Six.” You shake your head and wipe at your eyes quickly, “One thing I’ve never understood is why. Why do they hunt us for our abilities as if we had any choice in the matter?”

He feels a flicker of anger spark in his chest for you. He knows the question is rhetorical, but he wishes he had an answer nonetheless. Something to offer you that could quell your frustration and your sorrow. He knows how you feel all too well. When he was young, he used to wonder the same thing. He turns his attention back to the lake and thinks carefully about how to respond.

“I’ve seen too many Grisha hunted and killed in my lifetime. Families torn apart by the loss of parents and children. Lovers stolen at the hands of people who fear what they do not understand.” There’s a simmering anger in his tone that matches what you feel right now. A byproduct of lingering grief and despair. He turns to you, gaze softening, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. There’s nothing you could have done.”

You scoff and the bitter look on your face almost startles him, “There’s plenty I could have done. I could have gone with her. I could have protected her—.”

“You could have died alongside her.” His tone is gentle but firm, “You were a child. It wasn’t your responsibility to look after her.”

Looking back at the lake, tears flow down your cheeks and your breaths shake as you try to keep them under control. There’s a pull at his chest, an urge to take you into his arms and hold you until your tears have run dry. You glance back to him after a moment and he watches a flicker of embarrassment flood your features before you’re sniffling and wiping your tears away harshly. When you speak, your tone is formal and he can practically see you building your walls back up again, “My apologies, moi soverenyi.”

“Aleksander.” When your brows furrow in confusion and your lips part with an unspoken question, he tentatively takes your hand, watching you carefully and adding softly, “Call me Aleksander.”

Your heart thuds against your ribs as you gaze up at him, skin tingling where his hand grasps yours. A mix of emotions swirl in your gut, confusion amongst the second cluster of butterflies to flutter about your stomach this evening. There’s a part of you that wonders whether this is really happening or not. Whether he might actually feel the way you think he does.

The confused and cautious look in your eyes paired with the fact that your hand has remained limp in his has him moving to pull back. Until you finally snap out of it and grip it tight without thinking, accidentally tugging him a little further into your space. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you commit to it, gazing up at him earnestly, “Thank you, Aleksander.”

The sound of his name on your lips has his own heart racing, and for a moment he feels like a boy again, pining over you but too afraid to tell you just yet. It’s a foreign feeling now, being nervous about pursuing someone he fancies. But you’re different. Flirting with no strings attached is one thing.

Falling for someone when you’re guaranteed to outlive them is another.

“Of course.” He smiles, and you find yourself missing his touch when his hand slips from yours.

A yawn creeps up your throat and you blink your eyes a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up. It seems the sleep deprivation is catching up to you.

“Perhaps we should call it a night.” He suggests, watching you fondly while your eyes are squeezed shut when you yawn again.

The walk back to the palace is a quiet one, the only sound breaking the silence between you being the occasional gust of wind. When you finally step back inside, you revel in the warmth, slipping his cloak from your shoulders and handing it back to him.

“May I walk you to your room?” He asks and you smile.

“I’d like that.” You admit sheepishly and he smiles, following you in the direction of the dormitories, “You know, when I first met you, I never thought you’d be so… gentlemanly.”

He laughs genuinely at that, his nose scrunching and his eyes being forced closed with his smile. For a moment, you swear your heart has fluttered up and lodged itself in your throat, “Gentlemanly?”

“Yes, gentlemanly.” You giggle, catching the amused sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you.

“When did the bar drop so low? When I was young, offering to walk a lady back to her home was just proper manners.”

“I’d like to think it still is, I just thought…” you trail off. What did you think? You’d heard stories as a child, of the Black General. The Darkling. He was ruthless, powerful, maybe even malicious in some accounts.

You’d heard stories of the Darkling, but never of Aleksander.

“You thought what?” He asks carefully.

“Well, I’ve heard things.”

“And these things… Do they scare you?” You look up at him and find something guarded in his expression. There’s an underlying meaning in the question. Something that lies in the subtext of his words.

Do I scare you?

“No.” You’re a little surprised to find it’s the truth. Despite how much you disliked him when you first arrived here, he’s grown on you. Somehow, deep down, there’s something that tells you you’ll never have anything to fear as long as he’s around.

Before he has a chance to reply, you arrive at the door to your room.

“Thank you again. For…well, everything.” You huff a small laugh, turning to face him as he nods. You notice that the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks are flushed a lovely shade of pink. You wonder briefly if it’s because of you or a lingering effect of the cold.

His rapid heartbeat would suggest the former.

“Of course.” He smiles softly, “If you ever find yourself unable to sleep again, my door is always open.”

“The same goes for you.” You smile, “Goodnight, Aleksander.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

You enter your room and shut the door behind you.

A/N: I haven’t started writing part 4 yet but I’m hoping to get it out soon! I hope you enjoyed!

Also, if you’d like to be added to the taglist just let me know in the replies :)

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Strange Love Taglist:

@watersquirtpewpewboomm @sorrow-and-bliss

#aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova fanfiction #aleksander morozova x you #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander x reader #aleksander morovoza #aleksander kirigan #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling fluff #the darkling fanfic #the darkling imagine #the darkling x y/n #the darkling x you #the darkling x reader #the darkling

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valtionrautatiet-official · 4 months

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An introduction to VR multiple units, part 2: Sm3

The Sm3 Pendolino. Sähkömato (electric worm) or muovipulkka (plastic sleigh). The temperamental italian lady. Our only actual high-speed train so far. Fast and beautiful – but also unreliable and gives an uncomfortable ride.

An Sm3 at Seinäjoki station, summer 2023, on a decidedly non-high speed connecting service between Seinäjoki and Vaasa – a line which has a 120 km/h speed limit. My photo.

The story of the Sm3 begins in the early 1990s, when our leaders decided we needed high-speed trains to compete with flying and cars, but they didn't want to invest in actual high-speed lines. The answer was a body-tilting train, which supposedly could operate on existing tracks on higher speeds. At the time, there were three options of these in production: the Italian Pendolino, the Swedish X2000 and the Spanish Talgo Pendular. The Pendolino was already in service (unlike the X2000, which would have otherwise probably been a better choice, being designed for similar weather conditions) and it was cheaper than the Talgo Pendular. Thus in 1992 we ordered two six-carriage Pendolino sets, with options for 23 additional sets.

The Finnish Pendolino, later designated Sm3, was not in fact based on an existing design, but a sister class of the Italian ETR 460, which only entered in service in 1994, the same year the first Pendolino set arrived in Finland for testing.

A pair of Sm3's at Helsinki central station in the original livery, summer 2010. My photo.

The first two Sm3's entered service between Helsinki and Turku in late 1995. Although the reasoning for buying them was that they could operate without the need to build new high-speed lines, much of the rail line between Helsinki and Turku had to be rebuilt to accommodate the new trains. After just three months, the Sm3's had to be withdrawn from service due to not coping with Finnish winter. While the problems were mostly solved, the Sm3 was have remained problematic through-out their entire careers.

Despite the issues during testing, in 1997 VR ordered eight additional six-carriage sets, which were delivered in 2000-2002. Eight more were ordered in 2002, and delivered in 2004-2006, bringing the total number built to 18.

The original plan was for the Sm3's to be able to operate at speeds of up to 250 km/h. In practice the top speed proved 220 km/h, and it could be achieved only on specifically-built high-speed tracks between Kerava and Lahti (opened in 2006). While on the route between Helsinki and Turku travel time was supposed to be cut to less than 1½ hours, this was never achieved. The body-tilting system, which was to make the high speeds possible, never worked properly and in the end we decided to simply lock them permanently in upright position. With the arrival of the double-decker Intercity carriages, which could be operated at speeds up to 200 km/h, today the Pendolino's operate according to the same timetables as the Intercities.

Interior of the second-class section of an Sm3. My photo from 2014.

Of the six carriages of a Pendolino set, carriage 1 was originally a first-class car (after 2006 ekstra class) with a meeting room at one end. Carriages 2 and 4-6 are second (eko) class ones, white carriage 3 is the restaurant car. Carriage 2 has seats and a toilet for disabled passengers (however, the wheelchair lift is in carriage 3), while carriage 6 has a compartment for passengers with pets.

The two prototype units, 7001 and 7002, were somewhat different from the mass-produced ones, and the 7002 was withdrawn from service in 2015 as a source of spare parts for the 7001. However, the 7001 was also withdrawn in 2021.

Units 7013 and 7016 crashed at Tampered station in December 2021. Both were seriously damaged, and the decision was taken to use the undamaged carriages of both units to create a single working six-carriage unit. Thus only 15 Sm3 Pendolinos remain in service today.

There has been some talk that the new Sm7 units could replace the Sm3's when delivered... but the Sm7's top speed of only 160 km/h makes a direct replacement unlikely.

#railroad #train #multiple unit #vr #pendolino

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cupidamour · 1 year

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Can i kiss you?

warnings ; drinking , cursing , deep throating , face fucking , use of pet names (baby) , straight smut lmao

word count ; 2316

pairing ; hijikata toshirou x female reader (boobs and genitalia described & used!!)

minors dni!

. . . Maybe agreeing to go out drinking with you was a terrible idea after all.

Hijikata came to the conclusion that night. You invited him out for drinks under the pretense of 'it's friday, fuck it. let's drink to forget' or something like that. The both of you sat at the bar, ordering your share of drinks.

You've been working in the Shinsengumi for quite some time. . .Not like he's really talked to you or held a conversation besides greetings. He knows as the only female desk worker that it's hard and being surrounded by hundreds of scrawny men, you are bound to be thrown through the loop. Especially by the fact you are not bad to look at anyways.

Nonetheless, he's never really seen you out of your element besides. . . working he guesses. Seeing you actually talk (not that robotic voice with the pasted on smile) is really refreshing. Your smile isn't that bad to look at.

You ran shots back to back, obviously ignoring the burning tinge in your throat. 'Drinking to forget' my ass he thought, more like drinking for fucking liver failure. The more you drank, the more comfortable you got with him. Brushing shoulders, sometimes even bumping his knees. He admits, he's a little tipsy, but how the hell aren't you damn near dead yet? Sighing, he rubs his temples.

The hardest part was trying to distract his eyes from you after you unbuttoned your work blouse a few buttons too low (is that a lace bra you're wearing?), complaining it was 'burning up in here'—-allowing him the view of your chest. Glancing at anything lower than your face was a hassle, and not wanting to risk you calling him a pervert or 'hey , my eyes are up here fucker!' he persisted on through the night.

Now, Hijikata is a respectful man.

With that said, He . . decided it's best to not pay you no attention to you. It's normal, he thought.

However, what's NOT normal is this intense flirting.

"Now that I can really look at you, you're pretty darn attractive," you mutter as you surveyed his features. Making no attempt to hide your interest as you swishing your drink around in your hand.

"You're drunk," Hijikata bluntly states, sighing as casted you a quick glance, before looking back ahead at seemingly nothing.

"M' not, I'm just speaking the truth," you reply indifferently, the spiral forming in your drink more interesting.

"You're not drunk? So all those shots 2 minutes ago were just water-"

"You're missing the point! If anything, you should be thanking me!"

"Um. . . okay. Thank you?"

"You're oh so very welcome," you coo, before turning your body towards him,

"Can I kiss you?"

A short pause . . .

"W-What's with the sudden topic change?!"

Lowering his tone, Hijikata sweat drops. He's really losing his composure over you and your mindless teasing. Taking a swig of his drink, he gives you a one over waiting for your reply.

"It's a yes or no question. I can take no as an answer, I understand boundaries," you reply, peering your eyes over your glass. You lied. You'd never take no for an answer. Imagine having to take his paperwork after missions knowing he rejected you?

"Are you kidding. . .?" Hijikata trails off, eyebrows raised onto oblivion.

"Yes. Or. No."

"I can't answer that!"

"Well, i can answer for you," you mumbled, taking a step off your stool as you tucked your hand to the back of his head, you guided him by the hair down towards you. With heavy lidded eyes, and parted lips; Your lips were a ghost apart. Touching, but not kissing. You could sense the anticipation radiating off of him.

"Or maybe not," you smile, as you pull away, turning your body back towards the bar and holding your hand up for the waiter.

"What the hell." God he could use a cigarette right about now.

"I'm sorry, what's the matter?" you finally turn back to reply after ordering another drink, shifting your focus onto him.

"What the hell was that?! Why did you– just stand there. . ."

"All I wanted was your honesty. Did you want the kiss or not?" you question.

"Cut the teasing bullshit, I think i've made my intentions clear,"

"So. . . Is that a yes or what? You've never even said anything-"

"Yes dammit!"

God just put your lips on his already–

As if reading his mind, your lips crash onto his, your hand back again on his cheek as your other feels him in by his collar. Both your lips lock in a desperate, rough, needy kiss, shooting trembles all throughout your spine. Hijikata's hands reconcile on your waist, one exploring even further down to god knows where. His touch felt burning hot against you.

You moan, as Hijikata bites your lip in greeting, both of you exploring each other in this very moment alone. In fear you two might get kicked out for public indecency from how far this kiss was going, you pull away although reluctantly. The both of you pant, lips still a ghost apart as you mutter in between shaking breathes,

"How far do you wanna go tonight?"

"As far as you'll let me,"

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Following Hijikata's long strides ended you both up in the public bathroom. Opening the door and offering for you to go in first (how manly), he follows after you not before locking the door with a distinguishable click. Hijikata turns around and looks at you intently, both of you waiting for the next move.

Before he knows it, you're once again grasping his collar and kissing him, his hands automatically snaking around your hips and pulling you closer.

"Put your hands up." Hijikata orders you like he orders his men.

You oblige, raising a questioning eyebrow as he unbuttons the rest of your shirt, helping you loop your arms out of it.

'It really is lace, black lace at that' he marvels as he kisses your chest, letting you resume.

You continue your trail of kisses slowly down to his jawline, placing a flurry of kisses before you descend down to his neck, taking your sweet time as you nestle your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his signature fragrance of smoke. You unbutton his shirt to get a view of his chiseled chest, continuing the train of kisses. You crouch down as you slowly but surely make your way down to his pelvic area, your hands resting on his belt.

You glance up, looking for a sign he doesn't wish to go this far, but to your satisfaction, you're met with his desire ridden hues peering back down at you. You continue.

You unbuckle his pants, and as they pool around his legs, you focus your attention on getting the last layer of his forsaken clothing off, not without noticing the prodding dent in his boxers.

"Oh, someones excited to see me, huh?" You giggle, happy to see he's enjoying it just as you are, earning you a grunt in acknowledgment. Looping your fingers around the elastic line, not wanting to waste a moment longer, you pull them down.

From above, he peers down at you, taking grasp of your hair, itching with anticipation. With gentle touches, you take a minute to appreciate him in his full glory. Vice-Commander of the Shinsengumi letting you suck him off in a bathroom?

In an attempt to clear your mind, you busy yourself with the task in front of you as you seize his cock in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip. You slowly trailed your tongue from his balls to tip. Stopping on the tip, you suck on it before making an audible "pop" from your mouth.

Your hand replaces your mouth on the tip as you slowly massage it. Your mouth moves to sucking and placing sloppy kisses on the side of his cock.Your hand progressively starts to get faster as your mouth is now occupied with his balls. Humming as you go, you don't fail to notice Hijikata's grasp in your hair gets tighter the longer you go.

Ready for another change in pace, your hands and mouth switch spots again, your hands now fondling his balls whilst your mouth takes on his fully sheathed cock. Placing the needy tip in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, catching Hijikata's half lidded eyes, before sinking down every inch.

Peeking above to see Hijikata's eyes closed in content. His eyes suddenly peer back down to yours, before nimbly noticing and wiping the tears that nestled in the corners of your eyes.

"You're doing such a good job, baby." Hijikata praised, hands now caressing your cheek.

Slob begins to ooze out your mouth and onto your chest the longer you go. With quick movements, you grab Hijikata by the hips and make him bottom out in your mouth. Seemingly getting the message, his hands reach back for your hair as he begins face-fucking you.

Grunts of pleasure spill out of his mouth the longer you go. You could feel him twitching in your mouth. Everything on you felt wet and sticky. You bob your head back and forth as you take Hijikata down your throat, adding your hands into the equation as you stroked him as you sucked. Using your tongue, and deepthroated him, going so far that you wouldn't gag yourself.

"S-shit–", Hijikata sputters out between pants.

Noticing the tell-tale sign of him coming, you pull out completely, grinning in response to his startled face. His sex quivering in desire.

"You fucking tease," he growls, scoffing as he helps you off your knees.

"You love it though," you hummed in response, trying to shimmey off your skirt while Hijikata searched his pockets for a sacred golden packet. Hands coming out empty, he silently curses to himself for not packing them out of all times. Noticing his silent struggles.

"Aha," you quip, finally noticing what's missing, before digging into your purse and pulling out what he wanted."Need this?" you giggle as you open the packet with your teeth and get on your knees again, rolling it onto him.

"Thank you," he sighs, as you respond by placing a chaste kiss on his cock.

You rejoin him up above by placing another hungry kiss against his lips, as you loop your arms around his neck. He yanks one of your legs up as he aligns himself to your entrance, slowly sliding in between your slick folds. Pinning your bare back against the wall, he slowly snaked his hand around your throat. Jolting his hips back, he completely bottomed out inside of you. You let out an uncontrollable mewl, while he lets out his own stream of curses into your ear.

"Fuck, your so tight, baby."

Your legs were barely able to stay still as he showed no mercy to the thought of stopping. The sounds of skin slapping filling the vicinity of the bathroom He leaned down towards your ear, still going at his cut throat pace."Does that feel good, baby?", he whispered, the heat tickling you. "You look so good with my hand around your throat", he grunted, letting out his own share of moans.

God he was fucking you so well. You could barely get words out—

Abruptly, he slowed down his pace, leisurely rocking his hips into yours. Catching your ear in his mouth and peppering kisses to the side of your face. The change in pace so sudden gave you a moment to catch your breath before he pulled out almost completely, before slamming back in.

"F-uck— I can't—!" You gasped, throwing your head back. Your nails sure as hell leave marks on his back after this. You only heard a groan response before he quickly took advantage of your exposed neck and jawline, leaving marks of pleasure.

He advanced to linger deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot right on. And to top it all off, he slowed down, dangerously slow from the pace you started with.

Your legs were damn near about to give out, hell, you could barely feel them.

"L-lift me!" you try to get out as best as you can, before you quickly jump and put your other leg up. Hijikata's hands held your thighs up as he continued to ram into you with no problem.

"Right there—!" fuck you were so close. A smoldering heat was building up in your core, the longer he went. His dirty talking only furthering it.

"Cmon baby, come for me," Hijikata grumbled out, beads of sweat trickling down his temple as his husky voice resonated right next to your ear.

A needy moan spilled out your mouth as he cupped your breast, brushing over the nipple with his thumb. went on the hunt on one of your nipples, sucking, pulling and biting at one before going to the other. One of his hands flicked your clit while he was still inside of you. You writhed beneath him, crying out pleas for him to never stop.

"C-coming–!" you heave as your orgasm hits you head on. Your head was dizzy with lust as you contracted around his cock, you felt delirious. Every nerve firing off in ecstasy as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Hijikata huffed, cursing under his breath as he rocked into you, spilling his seed into the condom.

Heavy pants filled the room as you both rode out your high's, your eyes fluttering as you leaned your head onto Hijikata's chest as he held you against him.

"Are you okay?" Hijikata questioned as he kissed your forehead.

"I can't feel my legs. . ." you mutter out, running your fingers through his sweat slicked hair, still clinging to him.

"Who the hell is in the bathroom? I needa go!"

Both yours and Hijikata's eye's lock in bewilderment.

. . .

"Uh. . . give us a second! I mean– give me a second!"

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Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Rating: G

Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

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Chapter 5: The Doors

“He’s turned up in Camp Jupiter.”

Hades’ eyes lingered on his son’s troubled expression.

“Percy Jackson,” Nico clarified. “He’s been accepted into the legion.”

“How relieving,” he told the boy. “I’ll be able to sleep peacefully tonight knowing my sister has released my brother’s favourite bastard.”

Nico gave him a look that conveyed extraordinary amounts of contempt considering his age.

“Isn’t that good?” He asked. “You said Hera’s plan might work.”

“No, that’s not what I said,” Hades refuted. “What I did tell you was that it might work out for you and Hazel. If Hera managed to bring your two peoples together, that would give you a valid excuse to be seen around with your Roman sister.”

It gave him an uncomfortable shiver to think of the whole Greek/Roman division. But he’d rather fade into oblivion than let his son see him in such a weakened state.

“You don’t believe it could bring both camps together, then?” Nico wondered.

Hades hesitated for a moment. “I am not sure it is such a solid bet as my sister believes it to be. There’s many years of bad blood between both sides.”

“I know that,” Nico said. “But the stakes are high enough that they must see we have to work together!”

“Rationally, your differences could be put aside for the greater good,” Hades agreed. “My grandmother is a formidable enemy and so are her second batch of children, it’s unlikely you could beat them without cooperating.” He made himself more comfortable in his throne, he’d been on edge for months, with the disappearance of Thanatos, and the issue with the Doors. Yet he made an effort to make his son understand. He was an idealist, he needed things spoken clearly. “But you’ve lived part of a memorable mortal conflict in your childhood, haven’t you? Tell me, how well did people put their differences aside to beat a common enemy back then?”

“That’s not the same,” Nico argued. “Those were governments. This is just… a bunch of children.”

“Why, of course,” Hades nodded. “Teenagers have always been known to be more reasonable and level-tempered than adults.”

The boy exhaled, no doubt in an attempt to avoid rolling his eyes at Hades, which would have ended up with him grounded for a month, life-or-death conflict be damned.

“I only mean,” Nico began slowly. “That I think leaders of both camps are much less corrupt and selfish than governments tend to be. They would at least consider cooperating.”

“Let us hope so,” Hades said. “In any way, we should first wait for Hazel and her two companions to return from their quest before we start speculating.”

Nico looked uncomfortable. “They will return, won’t they?”

“Only the fates can tell,” Hades stated. “Thanatos must be returned to his position as my lieutenant. Spirits are growing uneasy without him.”

He was rather worried, if he was honest. As Hades, the fear he felt for his Roman daughter was slightly dampened, but he still wanted her to return unharmed. It irritated him to be unable to help, even if subtly, while she was in Alaska. Damned place, just off the extent of his powers.

And, of course, the issue with the Doors of Death was much worse than he wanted to admit. Spirits returning? His family would never let him hear the end of it.

He could almost hear it, ‘You have one job, brother, do try to do it properly’, they would be unbearable.

“How are you faring without him?” Nico asked. “It’s been quite a while.”

His tone was concerned, which Hades both appreciated and found ironic, since the boy had benefited from the situation when it suited him, but Nico needn’t worry about such things. Or perhaps he should, if he could use the information to put pressure on either camp.

“The Furies can keep things in order here, for the time being,” he replied. “The problem is that the other side of the Doors is in Tartarus.”

Nico paled. “I see…”

“Yes, it’s not ideal.”

“And, hypothetically,” Nico commented. Hades frowned, he never liked his son’s hypothetical questions. “How would one be able to close them, then?”

“You defeat Gaea,” he explained. “Either you blackmail her or bribe her into closing them herself —rather unlikely, as you can imagine—, or you send a couple of expendable creatures to close them from Tartarus.”

“Demigods, for example?”

“No,” Hades dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. “Demigods could never make it, your kind is not prepared for the abyss, your mind would shut off.”

Nico frowned. “You once told me demigods were ideal for all this crap because we were part of both worlds.”

“You have an incredible ability to distort my words into whatever is convenient for you, did you know?” Hades was losing his patience. “I told you that demigods were my family’s ideal tool to annoy me by sending them here —to the civilised bit of the Underworld— bearing demands. Not to dive into Tartarus in a suicide mission for their souls to be lost forever.”

“The soul would be lost?” That seemed to concern his son more than the rest.

“Of course,” Hades confirmed. “Thanatos —assuming he ever returns to his post— wouldn’t venture that far to pick up a wayward foolish spirit. Besides, who would be idiotic enough to—” Then it clicked. “Absolutely not.”

“What? I didn’t say anyth—”

“You’re not about to throw yourself into Tartarus,” Hades ordered. “That’s the most ridiculous plan you’ve come up with so far, and the Fates know you’ve had plenty of wacky ideas.”

“Now who’s understanding whatever they want?” Nico snapped. “I didn’t imply that I’d go to Tartarus, it was all theoretical.”

Hades stared at him firmly. “You want to close the Doors.”

“That would be useful,” he confessed with a self-conscious shrug. “But I didn’t know they were in Tartarus.”

“And now that you do know,” Hades insisted. “You won’t go near that cave, will you?”

Nico stayed silent.

“Answer me,” Hades demanded. “Promise me you won’t be reckless enough to go near that bloody cave.”

His son looked at him defiantly. But staring contests were Hades’ speciality. Even his spoiled youngest brother couldn’t beat him.

Reluctantly —very, very reluctantly—, Nico nodded. “All right. I won’t.”

#hades pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion #embellished lies

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