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rapha-reads · 9 months

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No, seriously, what the FUCK is going on with this summer. Why is everything so weird and happening all at once.

I need it all to stop because I don't know how much longer I can deal with the weirdness.

Personal rant below, to avoid spamming your dash.

My mother cheats with a guy 32 years younger than her. Alright. She wants a divorce from my father and starts spewing shit about him. Um, okay. My father goes into depression, rage, pain, stability, rince and repeat. Sure, no problem, I know his character and I understand what's going on with him right now. My own anger, pain and incomprehension can take the backseat.

My father's water well suddenly stops working for 3 weeks, impossible to water the trees in the middle of a summer from hell. Problem, but after weeks of checking everything, wasting money on pieces of the pump and ferrying around workers, we manage to find that the problem is neither the pump nor the water levels, but the pipe that was cracked on like 5cm and it only needed to be cut. 3 weeks and thousands of dirhams wasted for nothing. Really annoying.

Weird lights in the sky, sudden gusts of wind carrying around sand and dust, heat, no rain, dry storms... Yeah. Eerie on the good days, downright creepy scary on the bad days.

The dog next house that we go give water every couple of days to avoid seeing him die of neglect before our eyes, climbing the wall and improvising a machinery to get him water. Weird, but okay. The owner of the dog actually made an appearance, my father scolded him in his very polite but firm way, told him that I was giving the dog water and to leave the rope we se to get the jerrycan, the owner agreed (he's a distant cousin of my father, welcome to Moroccan countryside, family tree more like family maze).

But now, half an hour ago, my dad is chilling in the garden talking with one of his cousins, my sister is inside reading, I'm on the veranda reading, all lights are turned off, when suddenly there's a guy entering the backyard where we have a peach tree with a couple of green peaches and the windows of our bedrooms. He just. Jumped down a wall, stole a peach, run across the backyard in front of my sister's room where she was about to get changed, climbed the back stairs and jumped over another wall.

... WHAT.

And then my father apparently saw him from the garden, and barefoot went running after him, and apparently ran around the entire village after him, met one of his cousins and his nephew, came back home without catching the guy (not even a guy, a teenager, 15-16yo). Sister and I are just about giving up on trying to understand the weirdness of the entire summer, deciding on going to give water to the dog before going to bed. I'm reaching the top of the wall when suddenly my uncle, his wife, his brother-in-law, my two cousins, my father's cousin that was there at the beginning all arrive. Oh, I forgot to mention, it's HALF PAST MIDNIGHT.

I'm. I'm fucking giving up, how in the name of SANITY am I supposed to write a bloody master's thesis in these circumstances??? I forgot to mention my sister's heart problems, the people building houses all around my dad's field and the weird encounters we have with these foreigners who already know of our reputation (did I mention that my father is kinda famous/infamous in the region because he doesn't bow down to the corrupted authorities like everyone else... That brings troubles too), the countless taxi trips to get to the town to by groceries and counting every coin because we have neither car nor money, both belonging to my mother, my mother moving houses, my mother in general...

I AM DONE. (they say, knowing full well they can't actually be excused from the narrative because their most important people need them)

#personal rant #don't mind me #just exteriorizing the sheer mad weirdness we've been experiencing all summer #summer from hell #my life as a telenovela #rapha rambles #is anyone else experiencing everything all at once all the time? just weird day upon weird day with only some moments of quiet?#i have never had such a bizarre summer as i'm currently having #i'm supposed to be focused on writing my thesis and finding a new flat and a job #not whatever all of this is #and i can't actually drop everything because that's what my dear mother did and someone need to pick up the slack #i just know that if i decide to give up and drop tail the weight will be on my little sisters shoulders #and my father will be one step closer to actually killing himself or letting himself die #and i just refuse to be that selfish. my mother turned out to be selfish and tries to pass it up as looking out for herself and just NO.#i just need one quiet week where NOTHING happens NOTHING AT ALL and i know i can write that thesis #but the weirdness is just piling up #one day 20 years in the future my sister and i will just write a book about this summer and it'll be a bestseller just wait for it #sorry tags are as long and ranting as the post. guess i have way too much to say. and i haven't talked much about my mother yet bloody hell #alright i'm done

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alexa-fika · 12 days

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HEY! HEY! HEYYY! IT'S MEE

Anyways today is now birthday 😍🎂 (A.k.a April 4)

Can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?

Like the reader is like nezuko from demon slayer

Let's say that reader comes with ace to find a cure

So basically ace was figthing jinbe and whitebeard arrives and then ace and whitebeard starts fighting until ace pass out but before ace can pass out reader attacks then because she's very protective of her family 🥺

Then they basically distract reader so that they can aboard ace into the ship then out of nowhere reader starts running around because the sun was rising and she has no option but to go with the whitebeard pirates

So basically everyone was suspicious because why was reader wearing a muzzle? And why does reader only comes out in the night or stays in shades?

But if anyone tries to question ace gets really defensive because he thinks they'll kill reader because she's a demon

So in the end whitebeard first found out then Marco then thatch (f u Blackbeard) then izou then everyone?

Thank youuuuu ✨��

Demonically adorable (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader!)

A/N, im not gonna lie cosmo, I was totally gonna skip this one and leave it for later but I got to actually reading and looking back at when ace joined and omg the ideas just started flowing, some things are not exactly as your prompt or don’t go as in depth so I really hope you enjoyed this, because I certainly enjoyed writing it

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha's eyes widen as she runs towards Ace, trying to shake him awake, growling at the giant in front of them

“Hmm? So he has a little brat with him?”

The only response he receives is the sound of hisses and growls behind the child’s muzzle

“Back down, Dokucha, you’re no match for him…my father’s rival,” he grunts out

“I won’t lose,” he growls, beginning to stand up and ignoring the worried fussing of the child

“Heh, so you've still got some fight left, huh? Look, I'm not going to kill you today; you are far too valuable to someone to die here”, the man said, gesturing at the small child next to him

“Join me and become my son,” he says, reaching out his hand to the flame man

“Don’t screw with me, old fart,” he growls, slapping his hand away and launching himself toward the Emperor, only to be knocked back

Dokucha let out a sound close to a cry as she ran towards Ace, trying to shake him awake once again, snapping her head up at the sound of Whitebeard’s steps approaching them

She growls, standing in front of Ace, shielding him, her eyes shrinking to slits as the man continues to approach the two, her eyes glancing behind him as a blue flame approaches them

She watches as a blue flame grows closer until she is able to discern the shape of a bird landing next to the man

“Are we taking him with us?” He asks, glancing at Whitebeard

“Yes, he’s knocked out. He will be no problem, but I reckon the little one won’t go as easily.”

“I can handle her, Pops; Thatch will take care of the boy and his crew.”

“So I said, but you aren’t making this easy,” he sighs, evading another lunge from the girl

“And here I thought the other one would be the troublesome,” he spoke, catching a kick that he sent his way and pushing her back

She catches herself, gripping the ground with all fours as she immediately leaps towards him again, growling at him and showcasing the sharp canines now on full display, the muzzle long gone as her body begins to mature rapidly.

He quirks his head at that,

“That body of yours, is it the Toshi-toshi no mi?” He questions, flying out of the way to avoid her attack

She grits her teeth, looking at the airborne phoenix, preparing to jump up to meet him in the air until he suddenly flew down and trapped her between his talons

He hums, glancing at her expression, noting how the angry expression she had worn at the beginning had shifted to a worried one as she kept glancing around, presumably looking for Where they had taken Ace

“Hey,” he calls, frowning as she ignored his call as she tried to free herself

“Oi, Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you,” he hollered, trying to settle her down

“You’re just trying to protect him, right?”

She pauses her attempts to free herself at the question

“We’re not going to hurt him; all the contrary, we want to help him,” he explained, huffing as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously

“I promise,” he said, returning his upper body to his human form as he raised his hands in a surrendering motion

“Listen, how about I take you to him? You can stay with him, and we can talk about this in the morning.”

She looks at him, nodding, as her body slowly returns to her original childish state

He kept her for a few seconds, trying to determine if she was really giving up, removing his talons when it was clear she had no more fight on her

She yawned, glancing around her to take in the room she was in; remembering the events of last night, she jumped off the bed, grabbing her umbrella, and poking her head outside of the room.

“Hey, pumkin’, I see you’re awake,” a voice pipes in

She looks towards the voice, spotting a man dressed in Chef clothes smiling back at her

She looks at him for a few moments before reaching one of her hands towards him, opening and shutting it as her other hand held the umbrella

He grins and easily picks her up

“What’s with the umbrella sweetpea?”

She points her hand up

“Hmm? The sun?”

She nods

“Are you sensitive to sunlight?”

Another nod

“Well, I’ll be damned, Marco did mention you were quite unique,” he said, looking her over, deciding not to comment on the bamboo piece between her teeth

“But just as cute, aren't ya, darlin?” He said, tickling her neck

Muffled giggles escape her at the action as she nuzzles deeper into him, trying to escape the sudden attack

They both turn at the sound of a door slamming open, looking as a disheveled Ace left the room, looking around, confused

“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up; how about we go say hi?

She leans the umbrella against his shoulder to free her hand as she pulls at his clothes

“Something wrong?”

She points at Ace, puts her hands together, leans her head against it in a sleeping motion, and then puts her wrists together, joining and separating her hands

“A sleeping crocodile?”

She shakes her head, repeating the motions

“Are you… are you trying to say he is snappy when he wakes up?”

She beams, nodding her head

He snickers at that

“I like you,” he said, walking closer to Ace as he threw himself against the walls of the ship, sliding all the way down and gripping his head only to snap it up at the sound of Thatch’s voice

“Hey, there; I'm Whitebeard’s fourth division commander, Thatch. I'm a good friend to have if you’re going to be joining us he said, sitting down on the railing, gingerly placing Dokucha on his lap

“Shut up!” He growls

“And give me back my sister he said, standing up and snatching the small girl from him, returning from his previous position as he hugged her

“Hahaha! She was right; you are kind of snappy when you wake up,” he teased as he continued to explain what had happened when he passed out, teasing him further when he questioned the lack of restraints on him, replying that such a thing was not needed on him.

The next few weeks were but a blur to the small girl, every day following the same pattern for a while. Every day, Ace would ask her to stay behind as he would go after Whitebeard only to be launched back repeatedly. During these times, Dokucha took to bonding with the different brothers on the ship, as they cared for her when Ace was busy with his assassination attempts.

“How many times has it been already?” Questioned Vista as he watched as once again Ace was thrown out of the Captain’s quarters

“More than a hundred”

“How could such a sweet thing be able to deal with that hothead, always madder than a wet hen, ain't that right pumkin’?” Thatch questions as he bounced the small girl on his legs, smiling at the muffled laughs that escaped her.

“Stop moving so much, Izou,” grumbled as he continued to work on the girl’s hair upon her request

“There you go,” he said, backing up with a smile

She beamed, jumping off Thatch’s lap and twirling around, showcasing her new hairdo

“Say, how come you wear that muzzle all the time?” Someone questions

“Mind your own business,” Ace grumbled, dripping wet as he passed them and snatching the small girl up as he went, who gave the men behind her a wave as she left

“I think your brother should be about done with his daily attempt. Should we get this to him?” Marco questioned the girl on his hip as his other hand held a bowl of soup, smiling as she bounced her head up and down

He chuckles at the action as he exits the kitchen and walks over to the spot where Ace laid, gently putting Dokucha and the bowl of soup next to him

A whine escaped the girl as he left, running after him as he took his leave

“Hey, what’s wrong? You can stay here with Ace. “ his actions differed from his words as he picked up the child again

“Tell me, why do they call him pops?” Ace grumbled, watching the interaction between the first mate and his sister

“Because he calls us sons, it’s just a word, but it’s nice, isn't it? Most of us are hated by everyone and don’t have families of our own, so that alone means everything to us,” he said, watching him for a moment and sighing, walking over to him and kneeling down, placing the girl next to them

“Hey, when are you going to stop this? I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but you aren’t strong enough to kill him, so you have two options: leave and start anew or stay and bear Whitebeard’s mark on your back,” he spoke

“Do try to keep your sister in mind when you make your choice, will you?

I do hope you decide to stick around; we’ve grown fond of the little miss.”

Ace found himself deep in thought; it seemed like only a day ago he had been mulling over if he would stay or if he would go; now he found himself mulling over if he should become a commander under Whitebeard or not; he glanced behind him as Dokucha ran circles between Marco and Thatch, the men struggling to keep up with her zigzagging.

He sighed as he made his final decision.

“Dokucha, come here”

So I don’t have full fledged scenarios on the reactions the crew members would react to the news but I do have already thought out how they would react so maybe I can do it in a headcannon format? 👀 Also I really tried to lean in into southern Thatch, without making it too much, what do yall think?

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writer-freak · 1 month

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Birthday Celebration | Lucifer x reader

Summary: Charlie throws a birthday party for you with everyone from the hotel there. After everyone left Lucifer had a sweet little surprise for you.

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, readers birthday, first time writing for hazbin hotel, english isn't my first language

A/n: So this is the second fic I wrote for my birthday and I decided to go into a new fandom. I actually wanted to do a after the party part for different characters but got a little lazy and just did Lucifer. Maybe I will one day come back to this but enjoy.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

It was just another day in hell, or so you thought. The same old routine of dodging demons and trying to survive the chaos outside of the hotel. Little did you know, your friends had something special planned for you. It all started with Charlie, the princess of Hell, who had a heart as big as her smile. She had been secretly organizing a birthday party for you, determined to make your special day something very memorable. With the help of her father and friends, including Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, and even Alastor, Charlie managed to set up a surprise party in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. As you entered the lobby, you were met with the sight of colorful decorations, balloons, and a banner that read "Happy Birthday!" in your favorite color. "Surprise!" Charlie exclaimed, her excitement contagious as she bounced up to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your friends gathered around, each wearing party hats and holding presents. Angel Dust winked at you playfully, while Husk grumbled something about needing a drink already. Alastor, the radio demon himself, smirked from his corner, clearly pleased with what he helped to orchestrate. Even Vaggie, though initially skeptical of the idea, couldn't help but be swept up by the atmosphere especially seeing how happy it made her girlfriend. As the party got into full swing, your friends took turns presenting you with their gifts. Angel Dust gave you a flashy new outfit, completed with some very revealing cutouts, while Husk offered you a nice bottle of whiskey. Nifty of course gifted you with some bugs saying that she found them in your room and made sure to kill them for you. Even Lucifer gave you a little handmade ducky though you could tell he was a bit embarrassed about presenting it to you. Charlie, of course, the ever-thoughtful hostess, presented you with a homemade cake adorned with candles. "Make a wish!" she urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. You closed your eyes and made a silent wish, blowing out the candles in one breath. As you opened your eyes, you were met with cheers and applause from your friends, their genuine happiness warming your heart. The rest of the evening was spent laughing, dancing, and enjoying each other's company. Despite being in hell, you couldn't imagine a better way to celebrate your birthday than surrounded by your friends in the Hazbin Hotel. As the party drew to a close you and your friends began to disperse, you felt so grateful to have met them in hell. They bring joy into your life that you would never have been able to imagine before. You found a sense of belonging amidst the chaos and this hotel felt like your home.

As the last guest departed you found yourself alone in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Well, almost alone. A soft chuckle from the shadows caught your attention, and you turned to see Lucifer emerging from the darkness, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Quite the celebration, wouldn't you say?" he remarked, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded, a warm smile tugging at your lips. "It was incredible. I never expected anything like this." Lucifer stepped closer, his gaze locking with yours. "Well, you deserve it, my dear" he said softly, his voice low and velvety. "But I couldn't let the night end without giving you something special." With a flourish, he produced a small box from the pocket of his suit and extended it toward you. "Happy birthday, my dear." Curious, you accepted the box and opened it to reveal a delicate necklace, adorned with a single ruby pendant. Your breath caught in your throat as you marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship. "It's beautiful, but you really didn't have to. You already gave me that little ducky earlier." you looked up at him not knowing how you could accept such a precious gift. Lucifer smiled, an expression that made your chest feel warm. "But it still can't compare to you" he said softly, before adding "And I would shower you with gifts but I know that you wouldn't want that so please just accept it." He said so much fondness in his eyes as he reached out to hold your cheek. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible. As you pulled back, you met Lucifer's gaze, finding warmth and understanding reflected in his eyes. In that fleeting moment, you knew that despite the darkness of hell, you had found something truly precious—a connection that transcended time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame in the depths of the abyss.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

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steezywrites · 8 months

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Punishment

Peeta X Y/N

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“If he went after Katniss-“

“You aren’t Katniss.” My fathers grey eyes were bloodshot, the withdrawal and stress evident in every too visible vein. I didn’t miss the slight shake of his hands as he placed them on my shoulders, and tried to fight the anxious shakes that were threatening my hands as well.

“But-“

“We need to at least try. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” My father sounded desperate, and I didn’t blame him. Peeta had been a beamed of light for all of us, and now whatever had happened shrouded him in a darkness that had wrapped it’s hands around Katniss’ throat and nearly killed her. If the Capitol could turn him against Katniss if all people, I highly doubt he’ll be happy to see me. While I haven’t been the mascot for the rebellion like Katniss, it would be useful for the Capitol to make him hate me too. I was tied pretty directly to his time in the Hunger Games, being his mentors daughter and all. I couldn’t even count how many times Peeta had run over to my father and I’s house a all hours, eyes still clouded over by whatever nightmare had resulted in him screaming himself awake. The number of times I had sat next to him in front of our fireplace in silence, drinking hot cocoa with my hand wrapped I’m his in an attempt to comfort rose to the surface of my mind, along with a very specific night of body heat but I pushed that one as far away as I could. It wasn’t the right time to think of Peeta that way.

Finally I sighed and nodded. My father let go of my shoulders and led me towards the medical units. The impossibly sterile and bright white halls of the medical unit made me nauseous. Such a stark difference in the environment and what I knew laid behind the door we were approaching. I had seen him once through a one way glass, and nearly puked.

I heard him before I saw him. He was yelling something, both anger and desperation bounced off the stark white walls in a haunting echo. The sound caused me to pick up pace, I nearly ran to the door I knew he was strapped down behind. The yelling hadn’t stopped until I threw his door open. His head snapped towards me fast enough it just have hurt, his big blue eyes surrounded by shadows stopped me in my tracks as they searched me for something. The light in them kept switching between recognition and caution, like I was some plant he knew he’d seen before but couldn’t remember if it was poisonous or not.

“Peeta, Y/n wanted to see you. She’s been worried.” A voice came through some sort of speaker in the room, a doctor I’m guessing. Peeta nodded, eyes still not leaving me. I wanted to run up to him, hug him and tell him everything was okay now but the memory of the bruises on Katniss’ neck kept my feet firmly planted. I knew him and Katniss weren’t actually lovers, it was all for show and Peeta had told me many many times that he and I weren’t the same as he and Katniss, but they were still closer than most-shared trauma does that to you- and he had tried to kill her. It only made me more cautious as to what sort of reaction I would cause. If he tries to kill the person he had spent two Games trying to keep alive, what would he try to do to me?

“You look lovely.”

His voice broke the silence. His tone and the words didn’t quite match up, as it was quite blunt and more of an observation than a compliment, but it thawed a bit of the ice on my feet.

“Thank you, Peeta.” I gulped.

“You’re scared of me.” The same blunt tone escaped his mouth.

“No, not exactly. What do you remember about me?”

He looked down and blinked rapidly before looking back up at me and seemingly at loss for words. Does he not remember anything?

“Some…things.” His voice was now the cautious one. I took a step forward.

“Tell me. I’ll tell you if they’re accurate or if I remember them differently.”

“You’re Haymitch’s daughter. You live next door to me in the Victors square.”

I nodded.

“I go to your house when I have nightmares.”

I nodded.

“And we’re…”

I took another step forward.

My movement seemed to surprise him, and he blinked quickly again before the faintest blush touched his cheeks.

“What are we exactly?” He asked, eyes no longer meeting mine.

“We didn’t get the chance to really figure that out.” I breathed. This almost felt like talking to the old Peeta, but the air was too fragile.

“Katniss and I… but I thought…”

“You and Katniss put on a hell of a show. To survive. She’s your best friend.” I knew I had started to push a boundary. His eyes had darkened, face contorting in anger and confusion.

“No she..I loved her and she…She used me!”

I flinched. His anger wasn’t as painful as the certainty in his voice was. I loved her stabbed me in the gut as it echoed in the empty, too large room.

Someone must have yanked me out of the room, because I was suddenly in the hall way, staring at Peeta though the one way glass as he thrashed against his restraints, cursing Katniss’ name and screaming about mutts and monsters. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him until a shaky hand on my shoulder turned me towards them. My fathers grey eyes only took a glance at my face before pulling me into a hug.

“It isn’t real Y/n. The Capital messed with his head. This is-“

“This is my punishment isn’t it?”

He let go of me. An anger I never felt began to bubble in my throat. The stab wounds in my gut began to burn as I stared back into my fathers eyes and tears began to flood mine.

“This is my punishment! For being your daughter! For loving Peeta! For being in the way of the stupid, fake star-crossed lover’s bullshit! That wasn’t even my decision! That was you and Peeta! And now me and Katniss get to pay for it!”

I stormed out of the medical unit, everything too blurry to see exactly where I was going.

#fanfic #fanfiction #y/n #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta x reader #mockingjay #angst

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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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The Chanel Ribbon: The Wedding

Word count: 1,858

Pairing: Timmy x reader

Summary: Timmy finally marries the woman of his dreams.

Warnings: SMUT! And just pure joy, a bit of laughter and a bit of teary eyed sweetness!

The Chanel Ribbon: The Wedding

Timothée had finally proposed to his beloved y/n and they finally engaged from last month. They were sitting at home discussing wedding plans while laying on the sofa. It was proving to be difficult, because both sides of the respective families all had their opinions and suggestions about what kind of wedding they should have. One of y/n’s cousins thought they should have a big lavish wedding, an old aunt thought they should get married in a church, but although Timmy was half Christian on his dad’s side he didn’t practice.

So they had shut the curtains, switched off the phones and laptops and any other form of communication and shut everyone out.

They were currently talking about their all time favourite movie, as a break from the wedding talk.

‘We should’ve just eloped as soon as we got engaged.’ Timmy suddenly joked from his spot behind her.

Y/n chuckled but her head suddenly began to spin with ideas.

‘You’re hilarious Chalamet, but your mother would kill you.’

‘True. And if Pauline would help bury my body’ he got up asking if she wanted anything from the kitchen he shook her head no going back to her magazine.

But when he disappeared she quickly messaged Mark and asked him to do some things for her. It was a long shot but if anyone could help her with this particular thing it was his father. She sent the message and got a response almost instantly. She wrote down the information given and put it away until she perfected her plan.

Timmy came back in with some snacks and cans of soda and she smiled. ‘I said I didn’t need anything’

‘Yes but if I had just came back with snacks for me you would’ve be eating them all’ she rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of chips.

‘Listen, I was just thinking, let’s go away for a few days. Just us, you’ll be doing SNL soon then we won’t have time. I think a few days off will be good.’

He nodded as he turned on the tv pulling her against him. ‘That’s actually a good idea, where abouts were you thinking?’

‘Hmm… How about France? Just to get away from all this stress and we can just relax.’ She looked at him nodding while watching tv.

‘We could get our own villa, with a swimming pool and I could wear that new bathing suit I bought.’

His head snapped towards her his entire attention on his fiancée now. ‘I haven’t had the chance to wear it for you with all of this going on.’

‘Uh-huh’ He watched crawl closer to him.

‘I could bring it and I could try it on-‘

‘I’ll book the tickets now’ she smiled as he grabbed his phone and started looking for early flights to France. The snacks were forgotten on the coffee table as he concentrated on his phone.

She went to move off him and he looked up frowning and whined like an injured puppy. ‘Heyyy’ he made to drag her back but she moved away. ‘I need to pack and I’ll let your parents and sister know we’re taking a few days off, then I’m all yours.’ She walked past him kissing him on the head as she did and hopped upstairs quickly texting Pauline telling her everything about her idea and for her and her parents to meet them at the exact location. Nicole called in tears saying it was such a kind and beautiful thing to do for Timmy and that he would love it. Mark called just to say ‘Thank you y/n, for doing this for my son.’

A few days later they arrived in France and it was beautiful weather despite it being August. Timmy was confused as to why y/n asked him to bring a shirt and tie and his good blazer. ‘Because we may go out to a nice restaurant and you can’t go out in your usual jeans and hoodie Timmy’ Timmy agreed reluctantly and reminded himself y/n was rarely wrong about this kind of thing and this would be the first step in obeying everything his wife wanted.

Their time in France was beautiful, they ate amazing food they visited all of the tourist attractions and Timmy even took her to where he spent his summers. They made love in the evening and she did try on that bikini and he ended up taking her right there in the swimming pool.

They ended up staying longer than intended, one day y/n wanted to go to this little village in the French countryside which Timmy found odd because there was hardly anything in it. She had told him to wear his suit and she wore his favourite dress the simple one he had bought her.

They reached the small village and they stopped in front of an old church, Timmy looked at it confused and looked back at y/n who was smiling at him.

‘Y/n, where are we?’

‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’

She spoke softly holding his hand.

‘This is the church your grandmother married your grandfather in.’

Timmy gasped and his eyes widened before filling with tears.

‘I wanted your grandmother to be with us when we got married.’

He looked back at the old church before grabbing y/n by the back of her neck and crashing his lips to hers and kissed her as the tears fell from his eyes. He broke the kiss and whispered ‘Thank you.’

She smiled nodding and took his hand leading him towards the church where his parents and his sister were waiting for them along with y/n’s parents and sister. As soon as Timmy saw his parents he rushed over to them burying his face in his mother’s shoulder sobbing gently. ‘Mama’

Y/n new he missed his grandmother dearly so it felt right to get married in the same church she did.

Timmy moved from his parents embrace and hugged his sister before turning to his future in-laws and hugging them.

After the greetings and preparations Timmy stood at the alter waiting for his bride. This was better than any lavish wedding and the fact y/n did all of this for him, in memory of his beloved grandmother sealed his confidence that this woman, this incredible beautiful woman would be his and only his. He would watch her soar with her music and they would support each other and have that happy ever after.

They exchanged their vows in French and sealed their bond with a kiss and walked up the aisle husband and wife. Equals.

They had a small private meal at their favourite in Paris and then went back to the villa. Timmy asked both families if they wanted to stay with them but they already got somewhere to stay. Y/n’s parents were staying with the Chalamet’s at the family villa.

They all bid their goodbyes and the happy couple went back alone.

Y/n smiled as she knew Timmy just wanted to get her back to the villa to have her to himself.

Her theory was proved right as soon as the front door was locked he shoved her against it and attacked her mouth.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her bridal style upstairs to their bedroom and shut the door with his foot before setting her down.

She reached for him sliding his jacket from his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, he pulled her against him by her waist and buried his face in her neck and whispered ‘Wife’

Her breath caught in her throat and she whispered back ‘Husband’

A choked gasp escaped his throat and he groaned against her neck nipping her shoulder, they shed their clothes quickly and she pushed him gently to sit on the bed before climbing on to his lap.

The place was in darkness but he could feel her fingers trailing along his chest as she made to push him backwards, but he flipped her over so she was underneath and began kissing and nipping her lips before moving down her throat and all the way down.

She took a deep breath as she felt him at her thigh and heard him gasp and smirked. She had tied around her thigh the Chanel Ribbon instead of the traditional lace garter. She heard him groan and felt the ribbon being pulled off her leg and suddenly see him above her ‘You’re so bad’ he still had the ribbon in his mouth and she took it from between his teeth before wrapping it around his neck and tying it in a bow around his throat

‘Oh’ he breathed out softly at the feel of the satin around his neck and she grinned at his surprise.

‘You can proceed now’

He looked at her through the dark with wide eyes in shock before he dove down and began devouring her holding her legs open as she cried out and gripped his curls.

He began moving his tongue up and down her bundle of nerves before poking his tongue inside of her making her slam her hand against the railing above her head.

She knew she would have bruises where he was holding her hips down as he went down on her and she didn’t care.

She was close to coming and so pulled on his hair to bring him back up and dragged him to her by the ribbon around his throat smirking when he gasped. He groaned as he flipped them onto his back and kissed her hard before letting her sit up and sink down on him, they both groaned and started moving together. She untied the ribbon and pulled on both ends with her hand pulling him slightly and smirked as he grunted in surprise. She leaned down and met his lips and they kissed passionately as they rode each other hard.

Timmy held onto her digging his fingers into the skin of her back leaving scratches and slamming his hips against hers meeting her force before rolling them over and burying his face into her neck. His arms were trapped around her shoulders underneath and he could feel her dragging her nails down his back. He growled out against her neck at the sting of her nails and grabbed the bed railing using it for leverage and slammed into her harder, hearing her small gasps against his shoulder ‘T-Tim- I’m-‘

She cut off and arched into him as he thrust a few more times before coming with her his hand sliding down the headboard as they breathed heavily against each other.

After catching their breathes they lay in bed together and he played with their entwined fingers as she lay her head on his shoulder. He looked at their wedding rings and smiled softly as they glowed in the dim light of the moon shining through the open window.

‘This was just the beginning’ was Timmy’s last thought before he fell asleep in her arms!

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No doubt Tyrion Lannister is a morally grey character, especially with regards to his treatment of women. Nevertheless, when I come across some posts, it hits me how so much of the hate/critique directed towards the character is because of ableism, just like in the books.

Brienne of Tarth maybe at the top of a morally good scale, but even she is susceptible to bigoted propaganda like every other character in the world of Westeros. It's up to us as impartial and enlightened readers to parse through her thoughts and opinions and agree or disagree with her instead of just accepting that she is right because she is good.

Lady Catelyn had said that Sansa was a gentle soul who loved lemon cakes, silken gowns, and songs of chivalry, yet the girl had seen her father's head lopped off and been forced to marry one of his killers afterward. If half the tales were true, the dwarf was the cruelest Lannister of all. If she did poison King Joffrey, the Imp surely forced her hand. She was alone and friendless at that court. In King's Landing, Brienne had hunted down a certain Brella, who had been one of Sansa's maids. The woman told her that there was little warmth between Sansa and the dwarf. Perhaps she had been fleeing him as well as Joffrey's murder. - Brienne, AFfC

IMO, Brienne is wrong because on a scale of Lannister cruelty (Tywin, Cersei, Jaime, Joffrey) Tyrion has in actuality been the least cruel Lannister of them all - especially towards the Stark kids, including bastard Jon and disabled Bran. And yet a consistent theme in the books is that Tyrion gets the most hate from the people because of his disability.

Even Brienne's last point of Sansa specifically fleeing from Tyrion stands out because we see from Sansa's own POV in the vale that she considers Tyrion an option to escape to if he had been alive.

The man Brienne loves and defends - Jaime Lannister - has tried to murder one Stark child, attempted to maim and cut off the hand of another Stark child and forced himself on Cersei. If Jaime had been in KL instead of being taken prisoner, he would have continued being Cersei's henchman and supported his sister and their son while they abused Sansa as opposed to Tyrion stepping in and putting an end to the beatings. Jaime has been verbally abusive and cruel to Brienne herself.

Hell, even when they are parting, Jaime tells Brienne to not save the poor child being send off to marry Ramsay Bolton.

"With a sword at my throat, but never mind. Lady Catelyn's dead. I could not give her back her daughters even if I had them. And the girl my father sent with Steelshanks was not Arya Stark." "Not Arya Stark?" "You heard me. My lord father found some skinny northern girl more or less the same age with more or less the same coloring. He dressed her up in white and grey, gave her a silver wolf to pin her cloak, and sent her off to wed Bolton's bastard." He lifted his stump to point at her. "I wanted to tell you that before you went galloping off to rescue her and got yourself killed for no good purpose. You're not half bad with a sword, but you're not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself." - Jaime, ASoS

Despite all this, while Brienne thinks positively of Jaime because he's beautiful and saved her, Tyrion is the worst of all the Lannisters because everyone says so. Brienne feels pity for poor Sansa being forced to marry the imp but what of the poor girl the Lannisters - Jaime included - are sending off to marry Ramsay Bolton. We all know what poor Jeyne Poole has been through.

Not defending Tyrion's marriage to Sansa here because that was wrong. However, the fact that Brienne thinks Tyrion was even crueler than Cersei and Joffrey towards Sansa and that it was Tyrion who forced poor, gentle Sansa to murder Joffrey should tell us that even Brienne is not without her biases and unquestioningly accepts Westerosi bigotry.

Let's take the character of Jon Snow. One could argue that he is a character closer to Brienne on a morality scale, as one of the good guys. However, the fun aspect here is that if one puts Brienne of Tarth and Jon Snow together they would end up disagreeing on Catelyn Stark and Tyrion Lannister.

This is not a point to argue which character is good or bad except that characters form relationships based on their personal interactions and experiences rather than whether characters are good or bad and this is why GRRM argues all his characters are morally grey.

The Old Bear shrugged. "A boy king … I imagine he'll listen to his mother. A pity the dwarf isn't with them. He's the lad's uncle, and he saw our need when he visited us. It was a bad thing, your lady mother taking him captive—" "Lady Stark is not my mother," Jon reminded him sharply. Tyrion Lannister had been a friend to him. If Lord Eddard was killed, she would be as much to blame as the queen. " - Jon VII, AGoT

Here is Jon defending Tyrion and assigning equal blame to Catelyn and Cersei if any harm befell Ned Stark. Keep in mind that even after knowing Sansa and Tyrion are married, Jon does not show an iota of the concern Brienne shows for Sansa. Instead his thoughts are for Tyrion, finding it hard to imagine the man he shook hands with and called friend as a kinslayer.

"It is not my intent to choose any side," said Jon, "but I am not as certain of the outcome of this war as you seem to be, my lord. Not with Lord Tywin dead." If the tales coming up the kingsroad could be believed, the King's Hand had been murdered by his dwarf son whilst sitting on a privy. Jon had known Tyrion Lannister, briefly. He took my hand and named me friend. It was hard to believe the little man had it in him to murder his own sire, but the fact of Lord Tywin's demise seemed to be beyond doubt. "The lion in King's Landing is a cub, and the Iron Throne has been known to cut grown men to ribbons." - Jon, ADwD

Jon's personal experiences define his opinions just as Brienne's personal experiences define hers. Brienne's admiration for Lady Catelyn means that she agrees with all of Cat's opinions and has sympathy for Catelyn's daughter. In fact if Catelyn had talked of Jon Snow, Brienne would think of Jon as a treacherous bastard out to steal the Stark birthright like Catelyn warned Robb that Jon or Jon's children would do.

Remember when the Blackfish casts aspersions on Jon Snow's character because his sister has told him that the bastard was not to be trusted? We would see Brienne think the same way because she has never met Jon Snow and would trust in Catelyn's opinions of him.

Would we then unquestionably accept Brienne's opinions of Jon Snow because she's a good person? I doubt it. Brienne's opinions of Tyrion as the cruelest Lannister - when Cersei and Jaime are right there - should similarly not be taken at face value and instead attributed to the bigotry that has surrounded Tyrion for as long as he has lived.

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The new high lord

Rhysand x reader

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you open your shop. It was a nice day in Velaris today, and you were lucky with your shop. the best shop on the rainbow. No, the best shop in Velaris. In your boutique you made the most beautiful dresses. With the most expensive and exclusive materials. Not a lot of people could afford it but the most wealthy in town could. That's why your main client is the high lord of the night court himself. The high lord was a cold man, but he paid you well. Today was quieter tho, the high lord and his son where away. You just heard about the passing of his wife and daughter this morning, well they were killed. You did not want to be on the other side of his rage and grief. So you just enjoyed the quiet and peace for now.

You felt for the high lords son, Rhysand. He's kind of been a friend to you. well friend was a big word he was more like someone you knew and saw on the regular. He was so handsome and always so nice, nothing like his dad. You hated the looks the high lord would give his son, one that told you enough. Rhysand would be more powerful than him and you could see in the high lords eyes he did NOT like that. You were waiting for the day Rhysand would become high lord, knowing things will change for the better. Guess you didn't have to wait long for that to happen as Rhysand walks into your shop. You didn't know what exactly he was here for, without his dad. But the look on his face told you something was wrong.

"hi" you say softly. "hello y/n" he says with his rough voice, you liked to hear so much. but today something seemed wrong with it. You look at him for a minute, he is just standing there. His posture always been good but it looked different now, he looked more powerful. He stays silent, not moving, so you start talking first. "what can I do for you today?". "I need a ceremonial suit" he says shortly, which was nothing for him. Normally he would talk a lot, especially when his dad wasn't with him. "step on up" you say pointing to the area you would take peoples measurements. He walks to it and you start taking his measurements. It's actually been a while since you've taken his measurements and you notice he had grown, not in length but in muscle. All the Illyrian training must go well.

You debate for a second if you should ask him about his mom and sister, but you decide not to. Instead you ask him about his clothes, staying professional. "so what's the occasion" you ask as your bubbly self. "for the high lord ceremony" he says. "who became high lord?" you ask him. Working here in a city no one knows about, you love to hear gossip about other courts, but this you hadn't heard about. Surely a new high lord would be the big news. "me and Tamlin" he says.

you let the measuring tape fall to the ground and you look up at him. That meant his father died, and spring courts high lord too. "how?" is all you ask. "I killed Tamlin's parents because they killed my mom and sister, Tamlin went mad and killed my dad" he says in a matter of fact kinda way, which breaks your heart. You look at him, knowing him well enough he's keeping himself strong right now. "don't look at me like that" he says, avoiding your eyes. "you're allowed to feel Rhys" you tell him softly. "no, I can't do that right now. I'm high lord now, I can't let feelings get the best of me". "how can you say that, your family died, no they were murdered Rhys. You're allowed to feel shit. Fucking cry and go smash things or something". "I can't" he says softly still not looking at you. "why not?" you ask him. "because if I do, I'm scared I will never stop". You don't know why but you step up closer to him and hug him tightly. He's shocked for a moment until he pushes you back harshly and you fall to the ground. He looks a bit shocked at you, clearly underestimating his new power. "i- I didn't meant to- can we just finish this" he says his face turning into that steely one, that reminds you a little too much of his dad. "okay" you say softly going back to work, in silence this time.

"when will it be done?" he asks you. "when do you need it?" you ask him "as quickly as you can". "2 days then" you tell him. "good" he says before he walks out the shop without saying anything else. You immediately get to work knowing you have to pull an all-nighter to get anywhere close to completing his fancy suit. Shit what are you doing to yourself saying it will be ready in 2 days, normally you'd take at least a week for this kind of suit. but you saw his face, the sad and defeated sight of him. Normal people probably wouldn't notice it, but you do. It makes you want to work even harder, to make it perfect.

It's 4 AM as you are woken up by a loud knock on the door. Shit you've been here all night working on Rhys' suit. you stumble to the door, tired from working so late. You look up at the man before you. Tall, dark hair, violet eyes and night swirling around him.

He looks miserable. "I'm sorry I didn't know where else to go at this hour and I saw your lights were still on and I thought-" "it's okay Rhys, come in" you tell him. He walks in seeing all the work you've already done. "y/n I'm-" he says but you stop him. "come sit" you tell him pointing him to a chair in the corner of the shop. You make some tea for the both of you and you hand him one. "thank you" he says softly, drinking it in silence. You stand in front of him looking at him worried. "tell me what's on your mind" you say to him and he looks up at you surprised. "what? you're the one coming to my shop at midnight, so just let it all out". He gives you another look before he puts his tea down and starts telling you about today. How he found out the spring court killed his mom and sister. And he especially mentions how it's all his fault for telling Tamlin about them, who he thought was a friend. Then he goes on by telling he went with his dad to kill the high lord of the spring court. Which he did but his dad wanted Tamlin dead too. and that's when he defended Tamlin before his dad was killed by Tamlin after Tamlin noticed what had happened.

"so you're both high lords now?" you ask him almost whispering. He slowly nods his head. "I'm sorry Rhys". He is silent as a single tear rolls over his face. You walk over to him and wipe it away, softly stroking his cheek. "I actually don't mind my dad dying. He was an asshole. But my mom and sister.....they didn't deserve this" he says, as he surprises you by pulling you onto his lap before he hugs you tightly, finally letting his tears out. You softly rub his back actually not knowing what to tell him right now.

"life is so unfair" he says as he finally let's go of you. "I know" you say softly, still sitting on his lap. He looks at you for a few seconds and you look at him. you want to stand up from his lap but he grabs your hips "don't" he says, his voice changing from one that was filled with sadness to ...... a hungry one. "Rhys" you whisper, not knowing if it's the grief or if this is something else entirely. "I need you y/n" he says, his voice a bit hoars, which is so fucking sexy. "Rhys" you whisper again, trying to figure your mind out right now. Did he want this to not feel for a moment, to just experience something that takes his mind off of his family or...or did he want you before tonight. "I need you y/n, not just tonight, not just until I can think straight again. I want you, now and forever" he says before he grabs your face and kisses you softly, so unlike what you expected, but so good.

His lips softly brush against yours as he places soft kisses on your lips. you kiss him back and as soon as he notices it he pulls you in closer, kissing you harder now as he softly bites your lip, causing you to moan softly. "fuck that all I need to hear right now" he says before he grabs your ass, giving it a good squeeze. "Rhys" you breath out. "Fuck you're amazing y/n. I need to taste you" he says. In a second he has left the chair and throws you in it. His hands on the arm rests as he towers over you. fuck he was so handsome. He looks at you, deep into your eyes with a tormented look. "tell me to stop" he whispers. "why would i?" you ask him teasingly, liking where this was going, before he stopped. "I don't know if I'll be able to stop" he says. "then fucking don't" you say pulling him closer kissing him again. "fuck" he groans as his lips leave yours. He gets on his knees before the chair and you can feel you're already dripping wet, just looking at him now. A high lord, on his knees, before you. "I need to taste you" he says looking at you as his hands slowly slides your dress up, going higher and higher, agonizing slow. As if he's waiting for you to pull out. Little does he know, you would never. You've been dreaming of this for so long, and now you were ready to live it.

His finger slide higher and higher, hiking your dress up until he pulls it over your head, only leaving you in your undergarments. The material so sheer your nipples are already pocking through the material, leaving little to the imagination. "even more perfect than I could imagine" Rhys say before he slowly undresses you out of your undergarments, leaving you completely bare before him. "fuck" he breaths out before he places a soft kiss on your nipple, making you ready for more, much, much more. "please" you whisper, making Rhys' eyes grow darker at the silent request. "oh darling, you don't have much patients now, do you?" he says teasingly. But before you can say anything he pulls you forward on the chair, sitting you on the edge of it while he licks a stripe up your slit. "oh fuck" you moan at the feeling. "fuck, so wet and ready for me" he says grinning to you, that stupid half smile he always shows, that makes him look like a lion circling his pray. And man did you love to be his pray.

He dives in again licking, sucking and kissing you pussy until your eyes roll back and you're a moaning mess. "fuck I'm gonna cum" you tell him. "look at me" he orders you. you try but the pleasure is to great. "I said" he says stopping for a moment as his fingers grab your chin harshly "look at me". he tilts your head down so you have a great few of seeing exactly what he is doing as his tongue returns on and in your soaking hole. Your fingers finds his hair, tugging at it to redirect some of the pressure that's building in your stomach. And when he sucks your clit harshly and he's looking up at you, you come with a loud moan. He rides out your orgasm, taking everything you give him.

"that's my good girl" he says smirking at you. "fuck that was so good" you breath out. "oh I'm not done yet, darling" he says as he quickly strips himself of his clothing. "on your knees" he orders and you do. You are ready to take his cock into your mouth when he turns you around and pushed your stomach into the chair. "you're ass looks absolutely amazing" he says in that smug tone of his. He softly traces a finger over your back, making you shiver. His hand ends on your ass cheek. "perfection" he whispers. "are you gonna fuck me, or do I need to start touching myself" you tell him, feeling a little bold now. "there is the feisty y/n I love" he says. Your cheeks blush at his words, did he mean them?

He still doesn't touch you, so you decide to tease him a little, slipping your hand down your body towards your clit. As fast as lighting he grabs it before your hand touches your clit as he hold both your hands firmly on your back. "naha, you do not touch yourself until I say so" he says teasingly. "Rhys" it comes out as a whine and you can sense he likes it. "fucking beg me then y/n, fucking beg me for what you want" he says, and you hear him grin through his words. "please Rhys, just fuck me" you beg him. "what was that darling, I didn't hear". Fucking prick "I said, fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk tomorrow, I need your dick so deep in m-" before you can finish your sentence Rhys pushes into you making you gasp. "you had me at fuck me hard" he whispers into your ear as he slowly pushed further and further inside you. fuck he was big, it feels like you are gonna be split in half, but in the best way.

He waits a few seconds letting you get used to his size, which took a minute. "are you okay?" he asks you. you nod your head. "can I move?" he asks, no longer the tease but caring now. You nod again. he grabs your throat lightly.

"use your words with me y/n" he whispers into your ear, which sends goosebumps over your entire body. "yes, please move" you say softly. "that's my girl" he says before he starts moving slowly. You feel it as he almost entirely leaves your body only to fill you up to the brim again, agonizingly slow, letting you feel all of him. "faster" you breath out. "you sure you can handle it darling?" he says. "yes" you moan out as he speeds up. Faster and faster. you feel your orgasm rise but then he stops, pulling out completely. You can't help the whine escaping you. you hear Rhys grin "don't worry darling, I'll have you screaming my name when you come, just not yet. I wanna look at you, so turn around" he says, and you do. "much better" he says before he pushes himself into you again.

He fucks you hard and deep. "yes, fuck" you moan out. "fucking look at me" he orders you, and this time you do as he says and look at him, to find his eyes already on you. "that's my girl" he says, making you blush again. "oh you like that, me calling you my girl" Rhys says grinning, like he won something. "tell me who you belong to" he says teasingly. "I- oh, fuck!" you moan as you feel your orgasm rise inside you, ready to burst at any second now. "tell me" Rhys orders. "fuck" you moan again. "y-you. I belong to you....RHYSAND" you yell as you come hard. Rhys following closely, feeling his cum fill you. both breathing heavily.

You expect him to collapse into you, like most man you dated did when they came. But Instead of collapsing, he's staring at you with wide eyes. And you know he felt the same as you did. You just stare at each other for a few seconds until Rhys says "y-you're my mate". "and you're mine" you say with the same shocked yet happy expression. "my mate" Rhys says with that half smile of his on his face. "my mate" he repeats as he places kisses all over your body. "my mate" you whisper to him, happily as Rhysand wraps you up into his arms holding you close, his mate.

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i think your house is haunted

Theodore Nott x Reader "13" Series pt 6

warnings - death, alteration to the original harry potter storyline (slight for now, will become major in the following chapters)

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Theo had no idea why he'd agreed to this. Deep down, he knew that running from his father was an effort in vain. And when he finally found them, Y/n would be killed. He knew. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him, he wasn't sure he cared.

The pair of you had been on the run for a few weeks now. Occasionally, you'd get an owl from one of the Greengrass sisters. They'd been keeping tabs on you and updating you on the flip side of the war. And Theo, too smitten with the light in your eyes that the letter brought, didn't have the heart to tell you how dangerous it was. Soon, you wouldn't be able to send or receive owls from anyone.

One night, as Theo was preparing dinner in the kitchen of your most recent hideout, a black owl came in through the open window and dropped a piece of folded up parchment onto the kitchen table in front of you. He watched as you unfolded the letter and further, as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Dolcezza? What's happened?" He approached you and took the letter from your hands.

My Dearest Friend,

I write to you with a heart heavy with fear, for I know not where you are or how you fare in these dark times. Every moment that passes without word from you is a torment I cannot bear. I know that you are clinging desperately to hope amidst the encroaching shadows that threaten to consume us all.

Theodore Nott is entwined in the sinister tapestry of his father's legacy, a fate he cannot escape. My heart aches for him, for the innocence lost, for the boy he once was now overshadowed by the sins of his bloodline. But my dear friend, I implore you, do not sacrifice yourself for that boy and his doomed fate.

The Death Eaters draw ever closer, their malevolent presence looming like a specter over all we hold dear. I fear for Theo, I fear for you, I fear for us all. I know your heart yearns to protect Theo, to shield him from the cruel hand of fate. But there is nothing more we can do for him now. They will not rest until they have him and your defiance will only lead to tragedy. Do not let your love for him condemn you both.

Please, my dear friend, heed my words. Return to Hogwarts where we can face this darkness together. Leave Theo to his fate, for there is nothing else we can do for him now. I cannot bear to lose you, not now, not ever.

With all my love,

Astoria Greengrass

As he finished looking over the letter, glass shattered in the living room and heavy footsteps were heard.

"They've found us."

Two rather nasty looking men in dark robes came into view. They pointed their wands directly at you and Theo. Immediately, you began to cry. But Theo stood with a ticked jaw and resolve present in his eyes. "Mulciber. Macnair." He walked over to where the half-prepared dinner sat on the counter and took a few french fries into his mouth. "I must say I'm a bit surprised my father didn't come himself."

Mulciber took a step closer to them and and cocked his head at Theo. His wand was inches from your head and Theo's heart dropped. Macnair smiled evily. "Now now Theodore. Be a good boy and come with us. We'll leave the poor girl be."

Theo stared between you and the Death Eaters for a few long seconds. Suddenly, your short sobs turned into irrepressible laughter. Mulciber inched closer to you with a confused look. "Think this is funny you stupid girl?"

Your eyes locked with his and you smirked. "Yes actually. You don't know it yet. You haven't got the pleasure of knowing him the way I do. But when all this is over, he will kill you."

Theo felt pride looming in his chest. A sadistic smile flittered along his lips. "Darling, perhaps now is not the best time for flirting." He watched as you shrugged carelessly. Then, just as Theo taught you, you swung your fist into Mulciber's face and a sickening crunch sounded. Theo pulled his wand from his pocket and fired a quick curse at Macnair who blocked it at the last second.

He felt your small hand grasp his own and pull him into a nearby broom cupboard. As the door shut, darkness enveloped. You only remained in the small space for a few seconds as Theo held you close to his chest and you disapparated from the scene. Once he felt his feet touch the floor, he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss.

Standing there, watching you almost die, Theo finally admitted something to himself that he'd been avoiding. It was time for the pair of you to strike back. It wasn't enough to hide away in the shadows. Something had to be done. Theo was determined not to leave you, ever. But if that was going to be the case, then he had to get rid of the one person threatening you. Nott Sr.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah Theo?"

"I'm done waiting."

You tried to ignore the hustle and bustle of dozens of people crowded around the Weasley Burrow. You also tried to ignore the feeling that you were putting all these people in danger. It was finally time for Bill and Fleur's wedding, and Mrs. Weasley had created the most beautiful set up for the event.

As you stood out looking at the rolling hills, a small throat cleared behind you. When you turned, Hermione was standing there in a red dress, her hair pulled back.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Seeing as she'd started dating Draco Malfoy in fifth year, you supposed Hermione was probably one of the only people who could possibly understand why you were doing the things you were.

"Theo wants to take the fight to his father." It wasn't hard to see that she clearly did not want to talk about the scenery. Hermione had been a friend of yours throughout your years at Hogwarts. When she started dating Draco, you'd grown a little closer, but not much. "That's understandable."

You turned to her finally with a furrowed brow.

"Is it? It seems to me like he's just going to get himself killed."

Hermione shook her head and hugged you close to her. It was nice to know that you had at least one friend on your side through the coming war.

"Theodore may bear the burden of his father's sins, but he is not his father. He loves you deeply, fiercely. And he wants the threat of his father to be gone because he cannot bear the thought of any harm coming to you. He will not rest until you are safe."

As Hermione spoke, you knew she was right. Theo's father was a threat to the both of you.

"What if we can't win?"

"I'm not sure. I wish I could be of comfort. But whether you win or not, at least you'll have fought the battle together." Hermione grew quiet and looked down at her shows. "It's a privilege I wish Draco wouldn't of denied us."

It was your turn to hug Hermione.

"It's alright, Y/n. I know that we'll have another chance. I won't rest until we can live happily, free from Voldemort's influence."

"Neither will I."

The wedding reception was in full swing after a beautiful ceremony. You were dancing with Theodore, who looked rather handsome in his black suit. The dark green button down underneath made his eyes pop just the way you liked. You leaned closer to him and laid your head against his collar bone.

Just as he leaned to whisper something in your ear, a patronus burst through the roof of the tent. All the guests stared on in mortification as the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt filled the room.

"The ministry has fallen. They are coming."

Instant panic flooded the room as wizards and witches began disappearing, some disapparating and others simply fleeing on foot. Seconds later, clouds of black smoke were tumbling about with evil laughter bounding through the air. In the chaos of the crowd, Theo's being slipped away from your own.

"Theo?! THEO!"

You cried out helplessly into the air but the noise level was much to loud. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione disappear with a twist followed by a loud pop. Still, no sign of Theodore.

In a blink, Mulciber appeared in front of you, crooked teeth twisted into his disgusting smile. "Well, well. Funny seeing you here, pretty girl." He fired a curse at you that you narrowly deflected.

He was much older and therefore much more experienced than you. His curses and jinxes quickly grew too much to block and before you knew it, you were backed into a corner. On one side, Mulciber, and on the other, Greyback. You ducked as they each fired the cruciatus curse at you. The two curses met in the middle with a firey red boom.

Just as you made to run, green flashed and Mulciber dropped dead. You looked up at your rescuer to find Theodore stepping over his thick body and drawing his wand on Greyback. Apparently, he hadn't expected Theo to act so ruthlessly. The wolf smoked out within the minute, bursting through the cloth ceiling of the tent, multiple Death Eaters following behind him.

With the chaos finally subsiding, Theo pulled you into his arms.

"Where are you going, Theo?"

You reached out sleepily for your boyfriend who'd slipped out of his place in bed next to you. Mrs. Weasley had been kind enough to let you stay at the Burrow until the two of you figured out your next move. In the past two days, you'd grown quite close to Ginny Weasley, who often kept you company while Theo chattered off with Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Just to the bathroom, cara mia."

The answer was satisfying enough and you rolled over to face the wall.

In the darkness of the room, Theo stumbled. His vision clouded with tears.

When you awoke the next morning to an empty bed, panic filled you. After searching the Burrow for nearly an hour, and still no sign of Theo, you began to fear the worst.

"He's not here, Y/n."

Ginny's voice sounded from behind you. When you turned, the redhead was looking at you oddly. She seemed... sad.

"What?"

She held out a folded piece of parchment towards you. You took the note with shaking fingers, unfolding it to see Theo's familiar handwriting.

Y/n, I want you to know that leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It tore me apart to walk away, but I had to do. My father has become a problem that I can no longer ignore, and it's a burden that I cannot allow you to bear. You deserve so much more than to be dragged into the mess that is my family. I beg of you, my love, take care of yourself. Surround yourself with people who cherish and protect you. You are a light in my life, and I can't bear the thought of that light dimming because of me. I promise you, I will return. Please believe in me, and please forgive me for leaving you behind. It was the hardest decision I've ever made, but it was the only one I could make.

Until we meet again, know that you are always in my thoughts and in my heart.

With all my love,

Theo

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ladyylavenderrr · 1 month

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Re: Garak and psychosis

Hi! I do a lot of thinking about Garak, and I also read a lot of psychotic traits on him! I think while they didn't write him thinking of textbook psychosis, a man who has lied so much he can't really tell truth from lie because, to him, "truth is in the eye of the beholder" has to have some level of separation from reality. This is a rather looooong analysis, mostly of events that happen in "The Wire", but I promise I have a point lol.

So. I've been thinking about his "lies" to Bashir about his past, and one thing that caught my attention was the hesitation at calling Elim "... my friend";

once we found out that he is Elim himself, some stuff from the infirmary monologue got very curious: "we grew up together", true; "we were closer than brothers", true, in a very literal way; "for some reason, Enabrin Tain took a liking to us" well, the reason is that he is his father, that's some reason;

Now, I'll address his separation of Elim from Garak: I'd say that growing up keeping the secret about who his father was, living a double life from the beggining, then such a split of the ego is almost inevitable.

Elim is the son, the one who knows the truth, the one who knows Cardassia's love of the family and the people is a lie told to keep powerful men powerful; Tain was the Order, the Order was Cardassia, thus Cardassia's symbol is a man who is a hypocrite, one who betrays his own family- And Garak is the spy. The citizen, the servant of the State. As Tain says himself, he never had to ask Garak to put the implant in his brain, or to do anything - he was so eager to please, and that's what made him special.

He would keep the truth, one that would make his work unbearable, as something of Elim, while he would be plain and simple Garak, the muscle, the man who did the dirty work without asking any questions. The man to whom family and state, two things he was alienated from from birth, were everything, regardless of how much his work went against that.

Onto the next bit, now: in the end of his monologue, Garak tells a more complicated story to fit into this analogy- he says he faked records to incriminate Elim, only to find out in the end that Elim had beaten him to it; Elim had destroyed him, and before he knew what was going on, he was sentenced to exile;

But once we know that he is Elim, and if we keep the same logic that Elim represents his inner sense of truth - of knowing he is being used in a very cruel way and that none of that makes any sense - then it's logical that he would sometimes be one step ahead, and sometimes be killed by Garak in the blindness of duty; sometimes watching in horror as he let himself be driven by hunger or fatigue instead of seeing his duty to the end, for he knew the consequences;

Then, it would be Garak's inner sense of truth, of reality, what destroyed him as the soldier, the spy. Maybe he actually did let those bajorans go for any reason whatsoever, maybe he framed himself for it- I'd say he broke down, some way or another. And he says he deserves it for what he tried to do to Elim, his own screaming sense of reason; much like Marritza killed his past self to die as Darheel - it is the coward, who covered his ears because he couldn't stand to hear the screams for mercy of the Bajorans, who couldn't stand to look at the truth and do something about it, the one who deserves to be punished.

He became a man who is distressed and anxious during an interrogation, willing to take any answer no matter how irrelevant, just so he doesn't have to keep torturing someone he's kind of friends with, like what happens with Odo later on. We didn't see him do any torturing before that, so maybe he wasnt capable of doing it like he used to before he was exiled, not as a consequence of it; Imo life on DS9 made it "worse" as he became, slowly, part of a community like never before.

And then, there's Bashir. Again, Garak is a man who adores the state and the family, and has neither. A man who spent his life having no ties to anyone that he couldnt cut immediately, sometimes by killing the person if it was the most efficient way.

On his deathbed, after being really rude and hateful towards Bashir while Bashir lost sleep and thought of nothing but saving him for days, he comes up with this magnificent story, that ends with something that can be interpreted as "I deserve this. Not for betraying Cardassia, the State, but for betraying my best friend." And as he says "my best friend", he stares at Bashir. He then asks for forgiveness, as if he was also asking for Bashir to forgive him for his betrayal of their friendship, for the things he said. He needs to know that, if he can't forgive himself for the horrors, at least someone is capable of forgiving him.

Always full of layers to his half truths and truthful lies, even when he really thinks he's gonna die. He haf-believes it, as a half-truth, even the bits that are made-up; That's where I'd say his link to reality is broken. Idk if any of this makes sense, but this is how I read into it, as someone who has psychotic symptoms and traits, but also as a nerd who loves to nit-pick complex characters like him.

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I think it’s always really interesting if Garak truly does believe some of the lies he tells, at least partially. I really like your analysis!!

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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Hi hi would you be willing to write something where Moxxie had a little brother that stayed with crim (due to not having a safe way out) and they get to see each other again after years of thinking Moxxie abandoned him?

Platonic ofc

Find You

Moxxie Knolastname/ M!Brother!Reader

This is so sad I HATE it I must write it immediately.

-----

Y/N was two when their mother died. He blamed Moxxie, for being the one to actually push her, but he blamed Moxxie for taking all of Crim's attention. For years he'd been trying to track down that stupid asshole. Chaz was... there. He and Y/N were complicated. Crim specifically said for them not to interact. He didn't need two gay sons.

Y/N was practically attached to his dad by a leash. A very forceful one.l, that allowed little leniency. Y/N had been wearing that leash thin for years, eventually getting to the point Crim gave up on his chokehold and let Y/N do whatever he wanted! In the house.

When Moxxie showed up, Y/N hadn't even been told of the plan. Walking in on Crim slapping him, he didn't feel remorse. Instead, when his father looked up at him, Y/N was prideful.. and scared.

"Aha, there's a son that knows what he's doing. Y/N! Come over and say hello to our old friend."

"Y/N.."

"Moxxie. Long time no see." Y/N's voice is all venom, but his hands are shaking when he helps Moxxie up and shakes his hand.

His brother looks horrified and guilty, eyes wide and building tears.

"I thought you'd be-"

"Dead? You have such little faith in us, Mox. We can fix that for you."

"Gone. I thought you'd be.. safe, by now." His voice lowers, still holding Y/N's hands. He ignores the previous comment, but Y/N only grins wider. The hat on his head casts half a shadow over his face.

"Oh, Moxxie. There's nowhere more safe to be."

Crim let's out a laugh that makes his eyes shut, and Moxxie catches the genuine anxiety on his brothers face before it's quickly masked with a smug expression, so quickly Moxxie thinks he'd imagined it. Crim beckons Y/N closer and pats his back.

"You tell him, Y/N."

The silence is.. less than ideal. Y/N clears his throat, extending his arms to the side politely.

"May I show Moxxie my room?"

"Sure. Be quick, Chaz needs you in an hour."

"Got it."

Y/N walks off, waiting for Moxxie in the doorway. He hesitates, then follows after a noise from Crim. Y/N scoffs, rolling his eyes as soon as they're out of sight.

Moxxie clears his throat and Y/N makes the mistake of glancing over his shoulder as they climb the stairs.

"I.. I'm glad you're okay."

"Okay?" Y/N laughs. "Funny joke. Nothing is okay here."

".. then come with me. We can just.. leave. Right now."

Y/N stands at the top of the stairs while Moxxie rests two steps down. He extends one hand, and Y/N stares at it. Moxxie goes to lower it, defeated, but Y/N grabs it and twists his arm, wrenching him closer forcefully to snarl in his face.

"You're such a-" Y/N cuts himself off. "You're such a traitor."

He drops Moxxie's arm and the imp stumbles up the steps. "What?"

"Come on."

"What do you-"

"Follow."

Y/N hisses. Moxxie follows him down a hall then to the last door on the left. He steps inside, and locks the door behind him. Moxxie rests a hand on his brother's shoulder, and Y/N whirls his fist back and strikes him between the eyes.

"Hey!"

Y/N pins him on the ground.

"I have half a mind to kill you."

Y/N has the same, slight country accent their mother had. It's faint, but Moxxie does a double take. Y/N's eyes are cold, pupils shrunken in rage. He shivers and Moxxie realizes he's crying.

"You left me. Didn't even think about coming back!"

"Y/N-"

"Dad's been looking for you for years! I'm not even allowed to leave the house because he doesn't want me to run off."

"N/N.."

Y/N falters. Moxxie cups his face, brushing the tears on his cheeks. Y/N sits back on his knees, hands limp in his lap. Moxxie sits up carefully, just in case Y/N decides to bite at him again. Moxxie takes Y/N's hands, running his own up Y/N's arm to where the sleeves are messily rolled up. There's hundreds of scars just on his arms, years of doing all sorts of work for his father, and no doubt his abuse.

"You have no idea how long I waited." Y/N whispers. "It finally sunk in after the second month of waiting by the window for the car to drive up, drop you off. Run down the stairs.."

"I'm so sorry."

"No. You.." Y/N sniffled, a grim smile coming on his face. He grabs Moxxie's hands and keeps them still.

"I am. I'm taking you with me this time. When we leave, you're coming with me."

Y/N stands and Moxxie sits on the floor still.

"I mean more to dad now than you ever will. He only wants you here for the stupid wedding."

"What?-"

Y/N looks scared, beside himself, and.. defeated. Only now, in the moment of quiet confusion, can he properly study his brother.

His eyes are tired and weak, dull from years of manipulation and force. His skin is pale, like he hasn't been outside, and his fingers twitch mindlessly, on call to rip someone apart or rip himself apart. He's staring at Moxxie when he makes his way back to his face. Y/N's back straightens.

"Come on. Crim needs you back soon."

"I wasn't just trying to cheer you up."

"Mox. Please."

"I'm taking you back with me. Youre- You're too young to be put under so much."

Y/N sighs, exiting the room and going downstairs.

Moxxie stays still, frowning.

----

"Y/N!"

Crim shouts when he comes back inside. The Imp practically runs to his father.

"Yes, sir."

"That stupid bitch killed some of the strongest men here."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Now, you have to kill her."

Y/N practically stops breathing. He opens his mouth but no words come out. Crim isn't even looking anymore, sitting at his desk and writing in scribbled, messy lines that only he possesses.

"Uh.. no."

"What?"

"No."

Crim beckons Y/N forward, then grabs his shirt collar. Before he can say anything, Y/N climbing the desk and leaping him to jump from the window, knocking over his desk and chair in the process. The window shatters and Crim is dragged halfway out before letting go. His shouts fall on deaf ears, Y/N's no longer playing his game.

Moxxie. I'm coming to find you.

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This is horrible I might rewrite it later 😀🔫

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: what is this? idk. anyways i hope you all enjoy!

also i just wanna mention that my requests are open for actual requests yes, but also if you just have a thought or brainrot abt this series or another one or even one of my oneshots i would LOVE to hear it

warnings: mentions of a knife, mentions of death, swearing, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eight- Idea of it

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It was mid morning. The sun had risen, but the curtains in Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bedroom was pulled closed. Darkness enveloped the room, and you pretended this was your every night with them.

No matter that your husband was still here, perhaps even only a few rooms away. He shadow loomed over you, and Daemon and Rhaenyra’s light helped- but he only became darker as the sexonds went by.

You did not want to go back. Could not go back. Your husband wouod most likely kill you in a fit of rage, and you did not want to die. You had something to live for now, now that Rhaenyra and Daemon were yours and you were theirs.

It was always funny to you how easily you could just belong to someone. You belonged to the world, because you had air in your lungs and a heart that beat. You belonged to your father and mother, because it was them who drew you into this world. You belonged to your husband, by law, which held no meaning, did it really?

And you belonged to Daemon and Rhaenyra by the law of something greater than this, by love, by the stars, by some powerful being who crafted you as three parts of one whole.

You traced a finger on Daemon’s chest, drawing patterns as he held you close. With your head on his chest, you could feel his heart thundering like the wing beats of a dragon.

It threatened to lull you to sleep, but you resisted the urge.

“I should leave.” You had said it to no one in particular, perhaps only to the walls.

“You should not.” Daemon yawned, nonchalant in his refusal. The arm around you tugged closer, and he grabbed your other hand in his own.

“I don’t want to go back to him.”

“You won’t.” He presses a kiss to your hand, and you feel any tension in your body at the thought of your husband release.

“But I just… I need clothes, Daemon.”

You lift your head from his chest to look up at him with pleading eyes, and he shrugs. His eyes are closed, and his hand drops yours to press against the back of your head.

“We’ll buy you more pretty dresses, more jewelry, more books, whatever you want.”

He presses your head back to his chest, and you let him with a sigh. It’s comforting to be so close to him, have someone so strong and so powerful hold you like you were the rarest thing.

“It’ll be alright, you know.”

His words are a murmur, and he speaks them into the top of your head. You don’t answer, and he hums to himself.

The door opens, and Rhaenyra steps out from behind it. Dark circles have grown under her eyes in the few hours you haven’t seen her, a council meeting she was forced to attend.

To your knowledge, your husband does not know where you are and does not care.

You know that he will die soon anyways, and perhaps he wishes to spend the last of his life away from you.

It is easy to let him slip from the world naturally.

“How was the council meeting?” Daemon beckons Rhaenyra to the bed after she bars the door, a gesture as easy as breathing.

Rhaenyra lays next to Daemon with a sigh, facing you with her head om his chest. She comes forward, pressing a kiss to your nose. You blush and close your eyes, any affection from her or him making your cheeks heat.

“Boring,” she muses in response to Daemon’s question, eyes falling closed. Daemon presses a kiss to her head.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” his voice is dripping with pride, “I have the two most beautiful women in the world draped over me.”

You and Rhaenyra share a smile, and Rhaenyra mutters something about how he should make sure to keep them happy.

The room falls into silence, and you enjoy it.

It’s comforting to just be in their presence like this, know that you are safe from your husband, safe in their arms. You mind seems cloudy and hazy with this feeling, content, loved, sated.

Rhaenyra presses a hand to your face.

—-

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra whispers, making sure Y/N does not stir. She adjusts, whispers low right in his ear. He hums, too comfortable to open his eyes. “What are we to do?” His eyes open, and he turns his head.

“Let me kill him, Rhaenyra, please.” He traces his nose along her jawline, but she stiffens. “Please, Rhaenyra, please…” Some part of her faintly registers that the great Daemon Targaryen, King of the Narrow Sea, battle-hardened warrior, is pleading for her permission to kill someone.

Although she would love nothing more than to attend his funeral, it is not her choice to make.

“You should not be asking me.” She whispers, and Daemon’s gaze darkens.

“She will never let me. Why do you think I’m asking you?”

“Why do you think I am against you? I want nothing more than to see him dead. I am on your side, Daemon.”

“I know that,” he whispers, and his rage feels like sand slipping through his fingers. He is trying to hold on, a rope with a hundred pounds tied to the end, but his hands are slipping. “I know that. But, Rhaenyra-”

“We cannot do that. What else can we do?”

And Daemon knows she is right, so he tugs the rope back up.

“Steal her.”

And for a moment, Rhaenyra imagines it. Go back to Dragonstone, you would come willingly, she’s sure, close the gates just until your husband dies. Marry, in the ways of Old Valyria, and know that no one will ever come between them again.

“My father and Alicent would not…” She trails off, but he knows.

“We do it anyways.”

She looks towards Y/N, who she is sure is sleeping know. It is her duty to protect her.

“We’re not gonna let her leave, right?” Rhaenyra looks back towards Daemon, and sees something she has never seen before in his eyes.

“No.” She looks away from him, shivers at the thought of Y/N going back to her husband. “No, no she won’t. She’ll stay here with us.” He nods, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Good.” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to his wife’s shoulder.

She stares off into the distance, wondering how she can keep Y/N where she belongs.

—-

When you wake, the bed is empty.

You push the blankets off of you almost regretfully, seeing as they were so carefully wrapped around you. You smiled, thinking of the two tucking you in with such care and reverence. You had to admit, it was nice to be coddled.

The door opens with ease, and you step out into a long hallway. You’re tempted to call for them, still nervous in the layout of their apartments.

A servant turns the corner, and her eyes widen at seeing you. You suppose no servants had seen you since this morning, and the sight of you coming out of Rhaenyra and Daemon’s chambers in a red dress is quite incriminating. She swallows, bows lightly and runs away.

You frown, but decide to go in the direction she came from. You hope to find a library of some sorts, a study, something to ease your boredom.

You turn the corner, and are greeted with the smell of wood burning and the sound of fire crackling. The door is open, and the orange light of the fire shines out of the room. You look in, only to find Daemon and Rhaenyra sitting at two desks, whispering about something.

“Rhaenyra? Daemon?” She smiles when she sees you, while he leans back in his chair and looks appreciatively.

“How was your nap?” Rhaenyra beckons you over, pulling a spare chair in between them.

“Fine. Thank you, I was just bored.” You look around, seeing the many bookshelves gracing the walls and priceless Targaryen heirlooms displayed.

Rhaenyra hums as she places a hand on your arm, drawing you down to sit.

“I’m afraid there’s not much to do here. I would suggest you go watch the boys train, they would love to see you, but I would hate for… your husband to…”

She trails off, but you know. You nod, and she smiles in a sad way. The kiss she presses to your cheek is long and hard, and you can feel the emotions she pours into it. The regret, sadness, anger, all encased in her pretty lips.

Daemon returns to his work, hand resting on your thigh. Rhaenyra talks to you about books she had brought up for you, fantastical tales about what life is like beyond The Wall. You read while Rhaenyra pours over the minutes from previous councils meetings she’s missed, and Daemon deals with news from Dragonstone.

Dinner goes by smoothly, Baela and Rhaena telling you tales of Pentos. Rhaena promises to help you with sewing trick, and Baela proclaims that you will meet her dragon. Luke gushes about how he won a fight against Jace while training, while Jace sulks across the table with a smile.

You find that while you adore Rhaenyra and Daemon, their children have stolen your hearts.

It’s after dinner when Daemon turns to you.

You’re waving goodbye to the children as they head off to get ready for bed, stealing a final pastry from the dessert plate. Rhaenyra whispers with a handmaiden in the corner, and Daemon brushes a few stray crumbs off your face with his lips.

While you changed into a nightgown Rhaenyra instructed one of the handmaidens to get, a light golden slip of of thing, eager to sleep and wake up to begin a new day.

Daemon and Rhaenyra had agreed to accompany you yo the Dragonpit, so you could meet Moondancer and all of the others. You remembered Syrax quite fondly, and Rhaenyra said she liked you. Al thought you couldn’t quite tell, you wondered if she would recognize you. Had she missed you as much as Rhaenyra did? Dragons and their riders had a curious bond, you knew, and you weren’t quite sure how the dragons would react to you.

You wondered how it would feel to be free, soar away from the world and above the clouds. You had a feeling that you already knew what it felt like, that feeling you got whenever you were with Daemon and Rhaenyra.

As you blew the last of the candles out, you had to admit you were disappointed when someone came for you.

If you were to die, you would like to have known what took you. Was it sickness, old age? Was it something quick like a spontaneous stopping of your heart, or would it be the sink of an assassin’s blade into your stomach?

A knife gleamed in the hold of a hooded man, and you screamed.

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fallenclan · 7 months

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okay but hear me out: yewberry and brambletuft are getting closer, falling in love even. brambletuft has been reserved since her father died, pulling away from other cats, but yewberry has managed to slip past her defenses. they learn to lean on each other and are soon always in each other's company. they've both lost their fathers recently, after all (albeit in different ways).

and then. brambletuft starts acting... off. paranoid, guilty, ashamed? perhaps she's done something or planning to do something. there's two ways this can go:

brambletuft murders someone, sets up some sort of trap, or attempts to kill the cat(s) she believes responsible for henryclaw's death. i can't imagine she'd actually be satisifed with her actions and unlike otterslip, she'd regret what she did. it would tear her apart. she'd start jumping at shadows, waiting for her deeds to catch up to her. maybe anterclan starts demanding answers, maybe somecat in fallenclan figures out what happened. either way, brambletuft is on thin ice---mentally, and with the fact that she could be EXILED or worse if antlerclan demands retribution.

brambletuft doesn't actually do anything, but plans to do something. she might start to try and distance herself from yewberry suddenly or again, begin to act erratically.

either way, yewberry's relationship with brambletuft would be heavily affected. if she kills someone (or tries to), would he ever be able to look at her in the same way? even if she doesn't, the pain of seeing her so shaken/guilt-ridden would have to get to him, ESPECIALLY since she's already been grieving her father.

and then. BAM. it comes out that OTTERSLIP, of all cats has been ""helping"" brambletuft and encouraging her actions. that OTTERSLIP has led brambletuft down this dark path, causing her so much more pain than if she'd just had time to process her grief. that it's OTTERSLIP who, once again, acted selfishly (in yewberry's eyes at least. it's up for debate as to whether otterslip's actions were selfish or purely motivated by a desire to seek justice for his loved ones) and took away someone yewberry loved. because yewberry does love otterslip, but he also can't reconcile a cold-hearted murderer with his kind-hearted father, so to yewberry, his father might as well be dead. at this point, his FATHER and OTTERSLIP are two entirely different entities, despite being the same cat.

so if someone in fallenclan were to kill otterslip, my first choice would 100% be yewberry. in a fit of fury (justice, he'd argue), he murders otterslip, the cat who took away both his father and his friend/love (ironically continuing the cycle of violence scorchstar began so many moons ago). in killing otterslip, yewberry would be becoming just like otterslip himself.

so uh. yewberry as the killer. yes.

alternative choices i think might be interesting narratively:

poppyfeather (to protect brambletuft)

brambletuft (you know why)

maplestar (to protect his clan from otterslip's influence)

applebranch (to protect silverbelly)

hailcrash (to protect someone--ie: otterslip is literally attacking someone so hailcrash steps in to save them. esp sad since he mentored her and they were friends, only for him to kill her brother and attempt to kill her sister, both of whom i presume she is close with?)

moonstep (avenging his brother)

crowflame (to protect the clan, maybe making a name for himself? i feel like he wants adventure but also to be a hero kind of, if that makes sense? i feel like the idea of protecting the clan from someone who is, in his eyes, inherently bad appeals to him. otterslip betrayed fallenclan, therefore he betrayed crowflame too! plus, who's to say otterslip isn't going to try and manipulate antkit? i definitely think crowflame feels maplestar was too lenient with otterslip by letting him walk away, and if the drama with brambletuft comes out this would just be one more reason for crowflame to seek out otterslip and "finish the job.")

anyway sorry for the long ask (i will totally do this again).

-🐉

WAUGH this is so cool. i LOVE the ideas for cats that could kill Otterslip (especially since the one i had in mind was on the list!), they all have such good reasons??? like. i can see almost all of them happening

I just can't imagine Brambletuft killing anyone, shes such a little silly to me u_u she's like an inchworm. all she knows is Leaf and Be Small (she is a large cat). Otterslip could absolutely Try and talk her into murdering someone (Silverbelly, most likely) but i don't think she'd ever go through with it, or even come up with a cohesive plan for it. more likely she'd just become sympathetic towards him and have horrible intrusive thoughts about killing her clanmates. poor girl

i absolutely agree with Yewberry as the killer tho v_v i can see him doing that. my original idea was Moonstep, because he and Stormsight were so close and i think he deserves a girlboss moment, but my mind has moved to Yewberry now. rotating that little motherfucker in my brain. microwave style

#fallenasks #dragon anon

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mxtxfanatic · 1 year

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Lies Jin Guangyao Tells (and Where They Are Debunked)

1) (on Qin Su questioning whether Jin Guangyao knew they were siblings) Jin GuangYao replied with certainty, “None of this is true. All of these are lies. This is complete nonsense, words of false charges.” (exr)

Debunked:

Tears streamed down Bi Cabo’s face as she continued, “LianFang-Zun Jin GuangYao and our Maiden Su aren’t husband and wife at all. They are brother and sister......”...

...”Jin GuangShan couldn’t remember whose daughter Young Madam Su was, but my Madam could never forget. She didn’t dare to confront Jin GuangShan directly and knew that the Young Madam truly loved Jin GuangYao. After struggling for a long time, she still decided to go find Jin GuangYao in secret before the wedding so she could tell him the truth and plead for him to think of some ways to lift the engagement and avoid this atrocity. Little had she expected, Jin GuangYao would still marry her even after knowing that she was his sister!”

–Chapt. 86: “Core” Part 8, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Lan XiChen shook his head and continued. “Secondly, your...... wife......” He paused, as if finding the word wrong before correcting himself, “Your sister, Qin Su. Did you really marry her despite already knowing your true relationship?”

Jin GuangYao stared at him blankly. Suddenly, tears streamed down his face.

He answered in a voice full of anguish. “......Yes.”

–Chapt. 106: “A Hatred For Life” Part 9, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

2) (on Jin Rusong’s death) Jin GuangYao was startled, “A-Song? Why are you asking me this? Haven’t you known of this since a long time ago? A- Song was killed. I’ve already destroyed the one who killed him in revenge. Why are you mentioning him, all of a sudden?” (exr)

Debunked:

Jin GuangYao, “I’m speaking the truth. I’ve always remembered that you have never said anything about my background or my mother. I’m grateful for you until the end of my life, and I want to respect you, cherish you, love you. But, you have to know that even if A-Song hadn’t been killed, he had to die. He could only die. If we let him grow up, you and I...”

–Chapter 47: Guile, exr

Jin GuangYao said, “Er-ge, listen to me. I won’t deny doing any of those things......”

Lan XiChen interrupted him, “How could you deny them? The witnesses and evidence are all here!”

Jin GuangYao continued, “Which is why I said I won’t deny them! But would I ever kill my father, my wife, my son and my brother if I had any other alternative left? Am I really such a madman in your eyes?!”

–Chapt. 106: “A Hatred For Life” Part 9, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Jin GuangYao saw through the worries in his eyes instantly, and became so enraged that he actually started to laugh, “Lan XiChen! All my life, I’ve lied to countless people and have destroyed countless more. Just as you’ve said, murdering my father, my brother, my wife, my son, my master, my friends—There’s not a single sin left in this world that I haven’t committed!”

—Chapt. 108: "Concealment" Part 2, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

3) (on Qin Su’s apparent suicide) Amid the chatters of the crowd, Jin GuangYao lay down Qin Su’s corpse and slowly stood up. One hand on the hilt of Hensheng, he walked a step closer to Wei WuXian, “I won’t bring up anything from the past, but please explain in all honesty. A-Su’s bizarre death—are you involved in this at all?” (exr)

Debunked:

Jin GuangYao said, “Er-ge, listen to me. I won’t deny doing any of those things......”

Lan XiChen interrupted him, “How could you deny them? The witnesses and evidence are all here!”

–Chapt. 106: “A Hatred For Life” Part 9, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

—Chapt. 108: "Concealment" Part 2, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

4) (Su She speaking on behalf of Jin Guangyao about why Mo Xuanyu was kicked out of the Jin Clan) He continued, “The people who aren’t from the LanlingJin Sect might not have heard of who he is. His name is Mo XuanYu. He used to be a disciple of the LanlingJin Sect. Back then, because of his indecent conduct, he was thrown out for the reason of harassing LianFang-Zun. Yet, speaking from the hearsay nowadays, he has proven himself to the likings of HanGuang-Jun, even following him wherever he goes. Why would HanGuang-Jun, who has always been known for his grace and righteousness, keep such a person by his side? It truly is difficult to understand.” (exr)

Debunked:

Wei WuXian continued, “Neither you nor ZeWu-Jun knew about this. You didn’t even know who Mo XuanYu was. It seems like the LanlingJin Sect had been keeping the whole thing hushed. Now this explains why. After all, Mo XuanYu had the sect leader’s blood in him. If Jin GuangShan really didn’t want such a son, he would’ve never taken him back. If it was as simple as harassing someone from the same sect, he would’ve gotten away with a few scoldings. It wouldn’t have been enough for him to be kicked out. But if the one he harassed was Jin GuangYao, things would’ve been a bit different. This wasn’t only LianFang-Zun, but also Mo XuanYu’s stepbrother. It truly was...”

–Chapt. 47: Guile (exr)

5) (On Nie Mingjue witnessing the then Meng Yao murdering his Jin superiors and attempting to frame it as a Wen attack) Meng Yao threw himself over, half rolling and half crawling, “I had no other choice, I had no other choice!” (exr)

Debunked:

Under the shock and the terror, he spoke as though his words flew, fearing that Nie MingJue might start chopping before he could even finish his explanation. Despite this, his explanation still had clear logic. Every sentence was highlighting how horrible the others were, how poor he himself was. Nie MingJue snatched his collar and lifted him up, “You’re lying!”

Meng Yao shuddered. Nie MingJue stared into his eyes, speaking one word at a time, “You reached your limit and were momentarily outraged? Would any outraged person kill someone with the expression that you had on? Would they purposely pick the discreet forest that had just been through a battle? Would they kill them with the Wen Sect’s sword, the Wen Sect’s technique in disguise as a Wen-dog’s stealth attack to put the blame on someone else? You’ve clearly been deliberately planning this out!”

–Chapter 48: Guile, exr

#human reads mdzs: take 2 #inspired by whatever asshole anon keeps harassing my mutuals #nobody is required to like your shithead fav #OR give grace to people disregarding the WHOLE POINT OF HIS CHARACTER #to play his lies as absolute truth #y'all can miss me with that #did not add jin zixuan in this #because technically he never denies killing him #he refuses to speak on it to confirm or deny until the tables turn on him

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Can I get negans daughter x daryl? When/if you have a chance to get to it of course <3

I loved this, great idea lovely anon! Also I opted for husband!daryl cuz it's very under-appreciated :D

I didn't actually believe it for a while when Rick came home with him, that the Negan they spoke of was actually the same Negan as my dad who I thought I lost when I lost my mom. After returning from a trip to see our home up in flames, no one there to explain, I assumed the both of them were dead.

A week later, I met Daryl in the woods while he was hunting.

I didn't want it to be him, hell, I was in denial for weeks before coming around to the fact that he was the one who committed all those terrible acts.

Who killed Glenn and Abraham.

Who kidnapped and tortured Daryl.

I wanted to scream at him, to hit him, to ask him all the questions I had in my head for the last god knows how many years. My mom and dad had me when they were young, probably too young, but they were all I ever knew, they taught me everything I know. Then, for my dad to turn into a psychotic, heartless, cold shell of a man and throw away everything he held dear, I could barely count him as my dad.

"You gon' go down?" A voice to my left startles me as I tilt my head, Daryl soft smile calming the violent butterflies in my stomach. I just take a deep breath, biting anxiously at my lip as I look down the stairs that lead to the small cell. The small cell that's held my dad since we dismantled the saviors a month or two ago. "I can go with you." He offers, his hand reaching to rest on my back.

"Alright." I gulp, running a hand over my forehead as I allow him to lead me down the stairs. My head pounds the closer and closer I get to the door and before I can ask him to do it for me, Daryl opens the large door, allowing me to slip under his arm and into the dark room.

I can see his shadowed frame reflecting against the wall, the door slamming behind us catching his attention as he looks out curiously. Daryl takes my hand in his while stepping in front of me, revealing himself first as I rest my forehead between his shoulder blades.

"This is new. You never come'n see me, Dixon." His voice makes me nauseous, a cold shiver running down my spine as I feel my heartbeat tick up. My hand squeezes Daryl's as he peers back at me, throwing a reassuring smile over his shoulder.

"We've got someone who's got unfinished business 'n possibly the biggest bone to pick with you. I suggest you listen." Stepping out from the shadows, my eyes lock with his as Daryl leans against the wall behind me, allowing me to have the floor. My father looks at me cautiously first, almost as if he's trying to piece together the pieces.

"Y/n?" He asks, moving towards the railing as his fingers wrap around the bars, his eyes tearing at the sight of me. "I thought you were-"

"Dead? Nope, thankfully I was better at you at surviving and not manipulating a group of people to get my way." I huff, folding my arms over my chest as his jaw slacks. "Here's how this is going to work," I pause, gathering my strength as I take a step towards the cell, "I'm gonna ask you questions and in return, I'll tell the council to let you live." I offer, turning to look at Daryl as he gives me a stern nod, arms mirroring mine as they cross over his chest.

"Alright." He replies simply, watching me cautiously. "What do you want to know?" He sits back on the cot behind him as I look down at my feet, not really thinking this face ahead.

"Did you kill my mother or did you just leave?" I ask, ripping the bandaid off immediately as I hear Daryl blow out a breath behind me. My father looks shocked, his eyes wide and pained as he shakes his head.

"I left to get meds for her, when I came back she had, uh, finished it herself. I burned the house as I left." My head nods at the simple answer, my heart aching in my chest at the thought of her being alone when she went.

"Did you not care to look for me or was your main priority killing my friends and taking our shit?" He chuckles bitterly at my question, head falling into his hands as he mumbles.

"I assumed you were dead. I needed to start over."

"Father of the year, ladies and gents." My hands clap loudly with a laugh, realizing that he never cared to look for me because he wanted me to be dead so he didn't have to be responsible anymore.

"Kid, you'll never understand-"

"Don't talk to 'er like that, asshole." Daryl's booming voice spooks me a bit, hearing him step up beside me as his hand rests on my lower back soothingly. I fiddle with the ring on my finger, my eyes low to the ground as my father scoffs.

"What's this supposed to be? You her body guard or something?" The question itself almost makes me laugh out loud, knowing the answer will fuck him over more than anything.

"He's my husband, jackass."

There's a long pause of silence as Daryl presses a simple kiss to the top of my head, towering over me protectively as my dad looks back and forth between us, trying to connect the dots. He stutters a few times before finally speaking up.

"Husban-" He stands up almost immediately with a laugh, ignoring the daggers Daryl is throwing his way as he looks directly at me with conviction. "So this is why you're mad at me? I held your hubby hostage for a bit and now you wanna come hash it out with your old man?" My hand rests on the gun that sits on my hip, my anger getting the best of me as Daryl tuts behind me, taking the gun from me before I can do something I could possibly 'regret'.

"You murdered Glenn and Abraham. You traumatized Daryl, took him away from me for a long time- too long of a time. And you know what?" Rushing up to the bars, my hands slam against them as he looks down at me, his breath wavering a bit as I smile darkly. "That shit does not fly with me. If you think you have any sort of power, just remember that, though you raised me, all of my traits came from my mother who you failed." I spit, watching his whole body slouch and his face fall. "Your beloved bat is gone and you're gonna rot in here. And I'm going to enjoy it."

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#daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fic #daryl dixon x reader

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valleyfthdolls · 5 months

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Ohh for a drabble, maybe one for the fnaf movie universe where the golden freddy kid (calling him Cassidy) and mike actually start to bond with each other, and Cass slowly opens up to Mike too, and gets a tad bit more friendly with Mike.

The building is cold. Even in the middle of summer, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria always manages to carry a frigid air. Michael Schmidt pulls his unzipped hoodie closer around his chest and huffs.

He's here for something. Again. He can't seem to tear himself away. Something exists within these walls. Not something that he wants, but something that wants him.

He's seen that little blonde boy again when he closes his eyes. That blonde boy he knows near nothing about. That boy who never explained himself to him. First he wanted Abby.

Now he wants Mike.

"Hey," Mike calls. "Uh, li... little boy?"

He has no idea how to address the kid. Christ. He sounds like a damn idiot.

"Hey, kid, I'm here," He says again, trying to sound less like an idiot than he feels. "You wanted to see me?"

A wail of pain echoes through the dilapidated halls. Something tells Mike it's not the voice of a child.

"Y- you wanted to see me," Mike repeats. His voice wavers with fear, and he clears his throat. "You wanted to see me. Didn't you? That's why you kept appearing in my dreams. Well, I-I'm here now."

The boy is shaking when he sees him. Fists clenched, jaw tight, he stares at Mike, trembling with suppressed tension, and his glare is piercing, violent. Mike prepares himself to run.

And yet, surprisingly, when he takes a step forward, the little boy flinches like he's the one in danger. He scurries back, positioning himself defensively.

"Woah, hey." Mike raises a hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You brought me here, and I need you to tell me why, okay?"

The boy scans him unsurely, then relaxes his stance.

Mike takes another step toward him, and then the boy sprints away.

"Come on, you-!" Mike huffs, not even sure what else to say, and begins to run after him.

For a second, he convinces himself he's dreaming. It's another version of the dream of Garret and Vanessa's father, the children's thoughts infiltrating his subconscious again. He'll run after the boy, and then he'll lose his footing somehow and be left back in reality with no idea what it means.

He does lose his footing when the boy comes to an abrupt stop, but surprisingly, manages to catch himself. The ice-cold wall is a good reminder that none of this is imaginary.

The door to the back room is open. The room that hosts that creepy Ella doll- the one that almost killed Abby. He still doesn’t understand how the kids could think this fate was worth condemning a friend to because they loved her.

Inside the room is the yellow rabbit suit. It twitches.

“This is…” Mike can’t even find words. It’s his brother’s murderer. Vanessa’s abusive father. The man who put all of these kids through this hell.

“He’s not dead,” The boy hisses.

“Huh?”

“He’s not. Dead.” He glares, annoyed. “Can’t you hear, dummy? He’s alive. Hit him. He’ll scream.”

“How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” The boy insists. “Hit him. He’ll feel it.”

Mike scans the room. He totally could. That man killed Garrett. Nearly took both of his sisters. Destroyed the lives of all of these children. And he got away with it for so fucking long. So long that Mike spent thirteen years reliving that moment desperately trying to understand his crime.

Mike could hit him- jam the broken broom into his stomach and hear him scream. Just like he had when he entered. That was… him, screaming in pain.

Instead, he turns away. Escapes. Runs. He's back in the dining area by the time the boy appears again.

“Have you just been… torturing him this whole time?” Mike asks.

“He deserves it,” The boy retorts. “He killed your brother. He destroyed everything.”

Mike scans the boy.

“Why are you still here? Isn’t it time to move on like your friends did?”

“They don’t get it,” He says finally. “They let themselves forget what they had. But you didn’t. So why do you want to move on anyway?”

Mike's eyes are still trained on him. This kid... scares the shit out of him. But he's a kid, and he's suffering. Mike owes him a little decency.

"Because there are things waiting for us if we move on."

"Maybe for you. You still have Abby. You have his daughter. But I have nothing. And I had a family too, you know." The kid scowls. "All of us did. So he should be punished."

Mike's gaze softens.

God, he wants to punish that man. He wants to tear into him. Make him fucking suffer for what he did to Garrett. But none of it will bring his brother back. He focuses on the child in front of him.

"Why are you showing me this?" He asks gently.

"Because I know you understand."

#fnaf movie #fnaf cassidy #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanfic #drabbles #writing requests #fic request #anonymous #~800 words #i was gonna have him tell mike his name in this fic which is why he's just 'the boy' sorry abt that

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brainrotcharacters · 2 years

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Name Me

ship: Steven Grant x introvert!fem!reader

unofficial part 1 because it’s ur choice i’m just writing over here damn :/

a/n: to the past me that doubted Steven as a dual wielder, HEY. HEY. YOU STUPID.

word count: 2171

tags: Steven vs reader's parents, obvious avoidance of a last name, Steven fighting as Mr. Knight, reader gets kidnapped, crime + violence + blood because it is the spine of every superhero project ever, idk how sedatives and adrenaline shots work, reader is also a dual wielder.

"Where is she?"

Steven blinked at the sight of your parents at his doorway. A spot at the base of his spine shifted. Wait.

The moment they swing, Steven...

The facial features that reminded him of you looked tense and guarded under the dusk light through the hall's window. True to his past in the business, your father controlled his expression. Your mother's eyes flitted between every possible entryway, a hand to the gun holster at her side.

Steven shifted on his feet to match their movements. "Good evening, Mister and Missus--"

Your father shoved past him, crossing the flat in strides. He took one look at the messy shelves, Egyptian antiques, and the ring of sand around Steven's bed before he bellowed your name.

"She's not here, sir." Steven's stern tone fell unheard. He was actually off to the location that Layla gave him, one step ahead from the parents who now spiraled into panic before his eyes.

"I don't believe you," your father practically spat at him. Steven did not flinch, nor did he look away or change his stance. "You never liked us. Ever since she brought you home, I thought there was something off about you. You would take the first opportunity to have her for yourself."

She wouldn't mind. Marc said. He knew Steven agreed.

"Steven," your mother's smoother voice floated from outside, "If you know anything, you have to tell us."

"I do, actually." Steven allowed himself to be calm now, and not later. "They reached out to me. The kidnappers told me where she was taken." a less specific, more exposed area than what Layla provided, but Steven felt good about himself today.

"Why would they tell you?"

"Hey," your mother aimed at your father, using a similar grounded tone to yours whenever Steven or Marc spiraled too quickly, too deeply. "Focus. Steven, where?"

Seeing the opportunity to piss off your father, Steven faced your mother completely as he shared the location.

On his way out, your father snarled. "After this, you and her are over. The kidnappers bothered with you to buy themselves more time because they know her parents are coming. I'll kill them all, you understand me? You can't protect her the way I can."

Steven watched them walk away, before releasing a heavy sigh. "That last part hurt me a bit, not gonna lie."

Forget about it. Let's go.

The suit of Mr. Knight began to wrap around Steven's regular clothes. "You don't expect me to believe you haven't thought about it, do you, mate?"

Steven, please. Shut up.

"We're talking about this later."

The mask covered Steven's face.

"How many does this make?" you giggled as another syringe full of sedative was lifted within your blurry vision. "You have to give me the list of doses. This is the best sleep I've had in a while."

"Is that why you're so happy?" the ringleader, a brown haired young man, stepped closer. The exits of the warehouse were blocked from your vision. "I've never met someone who wants to be sedated before."

"I thought you knew what my father was like?"

He shrugged, watching as a different syringe was injected into the side of your neck. A pained groan slipped past your mouth as you lean into the singular pole you were bound to. You could have sworn you felt the fluid rush into your veins.

"I know he's a man of science, so I wonder: what happens to his beloved daughter when, after five days of being sedated, takes epinephrine on the sixth day?"

Your eyes shot up, head rushing with the movement. "You just gave me adrenaline?"

He steps away, motioning to the snipers and the fighters. "Your father was amazing at what he did, and he enjoyed it. Then he got married and had you, a sweet little thing whose childhood couldn't be more different to his. But you're still of one blood."

"It's still red. Trust me."

A punch from a different direction caused you to keel over, spit and blood mixing on the stone at your feet.

The leader vaguely considered the mess. "So it is."

Your parents have been subdued - not without numerous gunshot wounds and dislocated, broken, shattered bones sustained by the enemy, but they were still put down. To your left, your father is heavily bound and gagged, knuckles torn and bloody from the countless punches he landed. Across the floor to your right, your unconscious mother is bound in rope, faced away from the both of you.

The leader watched sweat trickle down your face. You could've sworn you could smell his disappointment. "You burned through the sedatives, but nothing more. The adrenaline could stand to increase your heart rate until it eventually collapses."

"Y-You want me to..." you swallow, trying to soothe your drying throat. "My father to watch m-me die, that's it? That's a bit weak, yeah dad?"

Your father fought against the chains, looking between your faces. The young man that he scorned considered you. "I know it's weak, Y/n. It's the greatest insult I can deal your family."

Slow, leisurely footsteps echoed against the walls of the warehouse.

"Stop right there!" Both enemy and ally turned to see Mr. Knight, adjusting the cufflinks of his suit as his pace quickened. The white of his clothes stood out in the middle of the dark crates of drugs across the space, as well as the night sky behind his head. Steven heard Marc gasp. No. Sweetheart, what did they do to you? Steven took all of one second to glance in your direction before he swung a fist at the closest gang member, then kicked his friend in the chest. Gunshots rang across the space, peppering the suit with red spots that stopped spreading after a while. Unbothered, Steven fished out a single crescent blade, slashing at the next knee and next elbow that came too close. His other hand wrapped around a baton, striking sides of heads and some ribs. Someone slapped the blade away from his hand and landed a punch on Steven's face. Steven swung his weapon at the man's ribs, using his momentum to spin to his back and shove him away. The next crescent blade flew into the leader's confused face, burying into the underside of his left eyebrow. The force of Steven's throw knocked him to the ground, face up towards the ceiling as dark red blood burst from the wound. Everyone paused. Despite the mask, you could tell Steven scowled at the splatter of your blood on the floor as he rushed towards you. "What did they do to you?" "Adrenaline-- sedative, then adrenaline..." you shook your head erratically, grabbing his crescent blade to begin to cut through the ropes around your wrists. "I'm fine. Help them, please?" Steven freed your father first, and he burst into motion towards the dead leader. Your mother had been woken by the ruckus, and studied Steven critically. The sound of tearing rope drew their attention towards you as you took two staggering steps. Steven noticed your tense shoulders and heaving back before he saw how dilated your pupils had gotten. You were staring at the gang members who raised their guns and fists once again, ready. "Shall we?" he offers with an outstretched hand, both of his batons appearing now. You clutched his crescent blade, and moved to find yourself a gun. You moved as quickly as you could think. Marc took a moment to mention it, after you dodged several bullets and hurled the blade at the gunner's neck. You simply giggled, taking a common dagger and marking your next target. After a particularly beautiful swing across someone's chest, a massive hand clamped down on your wrist. The barrel of your handgun nestled against the man's neck before you pulled the trigger, already using your right elbow against another face instead of wasting time seeing the damage. When the ground was littered with bodies and you still ached for more, you knew this adrenaline would take a while to wear off. You focused on gathering your parents to you, in the same beat that Mr. Knight jogged to your side. You noticed your parents try to block him from you, and easily swiveled around, reaching for your boyfriend. Steven opened his arms and held you in an embrace, lifting you from the ground as he sighed in contentment. "We thought we lost you." "Just beg Taweret again. You're her favorite." you joked, and Steven released you from his hold with a chuckle. "Y/n," your mother's voice trailed off, and you turn to see them looking between you two. Steven squared his shoulders. In that suit, your mind swan dived for the gutter. How nasty did you have to be to provoke him like that, to make him begin to take you seriously in a simple, minimal action tantamount to fixing his suit mid-fight or rolling his sleeves up? Something about that wall at the corner of your vision suddenly looked inviting. He looked at you, and your focus sharpened. "Go ahead. Say my name." he considered. "If you want." If you wanted two more people in your life to know that Steven was perfectly capable of protecting you. If you were willing to let your parents know that whenever they watched him concentrating on a book or his Rubik's cube, he committed a similar level of intent to each cut and strike he dealt the people here tonight - and would deal to anyone else who tried to take you away from him. Wouldn't want to get Taweret in too much trouble, after all. You took a steadying breath, looking between him and your parents with shining eyes. "Steven." His mask fell away into his collar, curly hair bouncing a bit. His familiar brown eyes were bright with adoration as he scanned your face, then turned towards your parents. "I knew you sounded familiar," your mother muttered, running a hand across her face. "B-But why-how...?" Your father closed his mouth, clearing his throat as he moved towards the entrance. "Let's go." -- Steven's flat became more interesting to your parents as Layla's voice was heard through the screen. "I think I should stay in town for a little while longer next time." "You're making me look forward to having you back." Steven handed you a glass of water before settling down beside you on the bed. You ignored the cautious glares from your parents. "I don't like to worry about any of you halfway across the world." she frowned. "I'm not good at it." You smiled, feeling your energy levels dip down. "We'll keep our phones close." "Promise me." Marc giggled, a sense of nostalgia at Layla's stern tone tugging at him to front. "We promise. Love you, baby." "We love you, Layla." Her eyes softened at your fond tone. "I love you guys. Bye." Once the call ended, your mother lifted a picture frame. "This is her? Layla?" And it was the critique in her tone, the crispness she used to enunciate the two syllables that made you lean into the solid presence at your side. "Steven." He took a moment, and then stood from the bed. His English accent sounded so polite. "If that'd be all, I'm sure you still need to check your own house, just in case? We all know Y/n struggles to relax in a room filled with people." Your mother opened her mouth as if to retort when your father leveled a look at her. Then he shifted his attention to you, debating if you would accept a hug or a kiss from him as of now. "Let us know when you feel better," he led the way out. "We need to make sure this doesn't happen again." Steven followed slowly. Your mother went on ahead, and your father turned to face him. "I'm sorry." Steven allowed him the silence to consider. "All I want is for her to be safe. You have to understand that." "To understand you? I could never."

Steven. Even as Marc reprimands him, Steven heard the amusement in his voice.

All right. "I'm not her dad, I'm her boyfriend. I can't begin to fathom what it's like to care for another person like that, but I do understand caring about her." When your father sighed at the words, Marc encouraged Steven to continue. "I'm not trying to take her away from you. I wouldn't do that to her." Those were the exact words that should be running through his mind when he thinks about forcing you and Steven apart. Your father drew in a deep breath, and clapped a solid hand on Steven's shoulder. Then, he strode away. Steven looked back to see you laid down on the bed, half awake against the pillows. He slides into the space beside you, gathering you in his arms. You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent. "Smells like a friendship between you and my dad." He hummed, brushing your hair with a hand.

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