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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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ISEKAI

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 5.205

Warnings: none;

A/N: I'm sorry that this request took me so long. Mostly, because I really loved the idea. Therefore, I really hope you will like it. I had much fun to write it.

Summary: Because of a mysterious accident you land in Eos. Finding yourself in an unknown world, you're happy that you got help by someone. Nyx saves your life and quickly, he sees more in you than just a person who was in danger.

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You were bored. Like, really bored. Your life was barely special before Corona had overtaken the world and now, with all the quarantines, restrictions and rules, the excitement was ... zero.

So, out of boredom, you started to clean your apartment. Every single corner. All of it. From your loudspeakers, random music was playing to cheer you up. Mostly soundtracks of everything you liked: Supernatural, Marvel, Dr Who, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings ... whatever there was in the gaming, movie or TV orbit drifting around, you probably liked it.

So, while you were humming with the latest tune of some triple A video game, you put the vacuum cleaner away to get a black cloth for a last task on your list before everything would be shiny again in your small apartment: the mirrors.

With slow, circling moves, you wiped over the reflecting surface. Your face was staring back at you. Mocking you. You and your boring life even without a pandemic. Sometimes, you even got the feeling of not being in the right place. That you should be somewhere else. That you belonged somewhere else. Where you would have friends and maybe even a partner…

Your eyes were taunting you. They reminded you of all the dreams you had in your youth. All the adventures you wanted to go on. All the exotic countries you wanted to visit. All the food you wanted to discover and yet, you were captured in a boring life, cleaning your apartment at 6 pm because you got nothing else better to do.

You looked into your own eyes, the cloth still touching the mirror as you whispered to yourself, "You know, it would be so great to be somewhere else. Just to be ... Away! Away! Away!"

***

"I hate these trips!", Libertus complained for the third time since they had passed the wall.

Nyx rolled with his eyes but stayed silent. He was still slowly polishing his blades. As he looked up, his eyes met the smirking expression of Pelna who thought the same as Nyx: 'cry-baby'

"Could you please shut up? Would you rather clean the training court instead?", Crowe asked, annoyed about Libertus' non stop whining.

"At least, it wouldn't be less dangerous.", Libertus argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

Crowe leant forward, supporting herself on her knees, "Oh, really? You remember the last time where we got charged with the cleaning task? Three barracks were burning, one was smoldering and the smell of smoke lingered in the Kingsglaive headquarters for three weeks.", she pointed out.

Libertus stretched out his arms as a question, "What? I just wanted to help and to dry everything faster!"

"Yes! With fire magic, god dammit! You're not the best with magic. At all. Just ... don't do that. This mission will be a bit ... easier, I hope."

Nyx' scoffed, "Please... What shall happen on a routine mission to kill some animals which are terrorizing the outskirts?"

Little did he know...

"Here kitty, kitty!", Pelna called out and tried to gain the attention of some Sabertusks that had been running into small woods.

"Seriously?", Crowe asked, crossing her arms with a frown on her face.

"What? Somehow we have to get their attention back or do you wanna run after them into the woods where the space is crap to fight against them?", Pelna argued.

Libertus stepped next to Crowe while Nyx was a bit closer to the woods and watched the scene closely. Somehow, it had become silent. Too silent for Nyx’ liking. Not one single sound was to be heard except the soft rustling of the leaves of some trees.

Then, he heard something in the distance but the bikerings of his friends were too loud, so Nyx couldn't locate the source of the sound or what it was at all. After another moment had passed, Nyx turned around with a stern expression, "Guys! Could you shut up, please? I heard something!"

"What did you hear?", Libertus asked and earned a rolling of Nyx' eyes.

"I don't know because you're still talk-", but Nyx stopped as he heard this voice again. This time it was louder and came from the nearby woods.

"Help! Anyone help me!"

"Have you guys heard it?", Nyx asked and stepped forward, closer to the voice. He still couldn't see the source so his eyes darted around to find it.

Pelna stepped to Nyx' side, "It came from the woods."

"Yes, but I can't see from where.", Nyx answered serious, drawing his brows together in concern. Running blind was a bad idea. Nyx still searched the area until a figure emerged from a bunch of bushes, running and stumbling forward.

Shocked, Nyx watched you. You were dressed in some casual, short clothes. It could be just something comfortable to chill or something to sleep with. But whatever it was, it wasn't suitable for someone who was out in the wild. So, the first impressions Nyx had about you were: reckless and … cute

"Help! Please, someone help!", you cried out once again while you stumbled forward, flailing with your arms to keep your balance. Four mean and vicious lonking beasts were chasing you. The animals were jumping out of the woods and caught up on you quickly.

This was enough for Nyx to react, "Guys! Take care of the Sabertusks! I will hurry to help them!", he commanded as he saw you falling to the ground, lying there in shock while waiting for the beasts to attack you. Without a second thought, Nyx threw his Kukri to your position.

Screaming and wheezing you crawled back over the ground, cutting deep into the palms of your hands with sharp stones. Backwards, you tried to create as much space as possible for the monsters with the ugly head, the sharp teeth and deadly claws.

Once again, you cried out for help as something appeared in front of you with a soft sizzling and a sound like fire cracking. You blinked for a moment and then, a man was emerging in front of you. He was surrounded by sparks and glitter. He knelt in front of you on one knee with burning scars in his face.

You cried out in surprise and fear, trying to crawl away from him but Nyx raised his hands to soothe you, "It's okay. You're safe now.", he said, trying to calm you but he still saw the panic in your eyes.

You crawled further till your back hit a huge rock, so your way was blocked. The guy looked back at something before he turned back to you. Obviously, he was pleased with what he saw because his expression was more relaxed than before. You noticed his incredible blue eyes and his handsome face. He looked strange with the hairstyle and the tattoos on his face. Strange but not scary, quite the opposite, which made it easier for you to calm down.

While putting away the Kukri, Nyx noticed that you became calmer even if your breath was still erratic. The pure panic became less and left were two beautiful eyes staring right back at him. Your whole appearance was eye-catching as he looked past all the dirt. Slowly, he crawled closer to you, "I won't hurt you. My name is Nyx. What's your name?", he said soothingly, stretching out his hand to you to show you that he was unarmed.

You calmed down by the sound of his warm voice and the sight of the smile on his full lips, "My... My name is YN.”

Nyx smiled softly as he heard your nice voice. As you shot him a weak smile, he felt his heart making a little jump because it was so beautiful. There was something on you he liked immediately. Quickly, he checked your skin but except for a few scratches and bruises, he couldn’t see any serious wounds, “Nice to meet you, YN. Are you hurt?”

You shook your head while moving your arms and legs a little bit to check on them, “I- I'm fine- ahhh!", you cried out in shock about the view of one of the mean beasts that had chased you as its head appeared next to Nyx'. You panicked and luckily, you passed out finally so you wouldn't notice how Nyx with the nice eyes would die before you would get killed as well.

As Nyx saw you passing out, he reached out for you, catching your shoulders before your head could hit the ground and placed your upper body on his lap. As you were secure, Nyx looked up and watched Libertus stepping closer with a dead Sabertusk body as a trophy raised in the air. He was covered in blood and had a big grin on his lips. Annoyed, Nyx sighed, "Great job, idiot.", Nyx said with you unconscious lying in his arms.

***

As you awoke, you found yourself in a room. It was grey, plain, simple and you were alone. Slowly, you sat up, your head was slightly spinning and a dull pain throbbed behind your temple but your vision became slowly clearer. As you looked around, your eyes landed on a neat folded pile of clothes. Your own were torn and dirty and so, you were thankful to change them.

While you dressed in plain black pants and shirt, you heard sounds coming from behind the door. You considered staying in the safeness of the room but your curiosity won. So, you sneaked out, looking left and right the hallway before you followed the undefined sounds.

After a few metres, you found yourself faced with the view of a courtyard. You were on the second floor and looked into a wide open area. There were men flying and jumping around, all dressed in black, uniform-like clothes. They were appearing and disappearing quickly. Someone started in one corner and landed immediately in another across the field accompanied with sparks and glitter. That you had seen this effect once before calmed you.

Like a circus show, the people were making flic-flac or somersaults. A thought struck you: maybe you got rescued by a bunch of acrobatics and the strange animals had been part of their show? You leant against the handrail to watch them excited.

Suddenly, a man, who stopped right in front of you, keeping himself steady with his hands on the handrail, brought you out of these deliberations and out of your fascination, "Oh, hey, sleeping beauty! Are you good?", the tall guy asked. But unfortunately, it wasn't the one with the incredible blue eyes.

"Libertus! Back to training!", someone called out in a harsh tone, commanding the man away from you.

"Sorry, I have to go.", and with that said, the man called 'Libertus', threw his blade and disappeared in a fog of sparkling stuff.

Still amazed, you watched the others and their 'training', leaning against the handrail with your arms again. As you got used to their tricks, you liked to watch them and how easy it seemed to move so quickly around.

So, as someone appeared next to you, you were startled about the sudden sound of an unknown voice. The owner was tall, with broad shoulders and dressed in a heavy outfit with leather and decorations, "Hi, good to see you awake. My name is Titus Drautos. I’m the Captain of the Kingsglaive.", he introduced himself seriously but calmly.

You frowned, "Kingsglaive?", you asked. You never had heard such a name.

"Yeah... They are the Kingsglaive.", Drautos said and pointed at the jumping figures, "How do you feel?", he asked, checking you quickly but your eyes were clear and there was no other sign of sickness.

"Oh, I'm feeling good again. Thank you.", you said politely, unsure if he wanted to know more but you also felt uncomfortable around him even if you couldn't say why.

"Is there anything I can do for you?", Drautos said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Yeah, actually, I would like to speak with the man who saved me. I would like to thank him. I think 'Nyx' was his name?", you said carefully, watching the Captain’s reaction.

Drautos looked at you for a split second before he shrugged with his shoulders, stepping forward to the handrail, "Ulric!", he called out.

A few seconds later, you watched how a man appeared in front of you, emerging from sparks and glitter like on the field. This time, you were calmer and so, you were impressed how he did this. You never had seen something like this before. And once again, you noticed the glowing, fiery scars carved into his face and down his neck as he stepped in front of the Captain, taking position like a soldier.

"Yes, Sir?", Nyx said serious but already had caught sight of you staring at him. He was glad to see you awake and noticed you approaching with a curious glance. Your eyes were already distracting but Nyx tried to focus on his Captain.

"Since you were the one who had saved YN's life, I thought it would be just right if you would talk with them.", Drautos said serious, "Take care of them.", he said as if you wouldn't stay right next to him before he turned over to march away.

You stared after the tall man, "Actually, it wasn't his idea...", you said resentfully.

Nyx chuckled and closed up on you, "He seeks advantage from whatever he gets. Forget it. But I'm glad that you're awake again. You frightened me a lot as you passed out.", he said with a warm smile.

You chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Yeah...sorry for that. I never fainted before but on the other hand, I never was in such a scary situation."

"I know. Libertus can be frightening-"

"No! I meant this monster! I never saw something like this in my entire life.", you explained, shaking about the mere memory.

“You mean the Sabertusk?", Nyx asked, confused. Sure, not every Insomnian citizen knew all Lucis' animals or had seen them in real life but Sabertusks were so common that even the smallest kids knew about them.

"Saber- what? Nevermind. I just don't want to see any of this again."

Nyx chuckled, "Don't worry. Here in Insomnia, you're safe."

You tilted your head, "Insomnia?"

Nyx frowned and was concerned if you might have hit your head after all, "Yeah... Insomnia? The capital city of Lucis?"

You blinked several times because you had no idea what he was talking about, "Lucis? Is that a nickname for... Louisiana?"

Nyx stepped in front of you, looking in your eyes and checking your head but you seemed alright, "Amnesia, huh? Well, I guess this will be over soon. I'm sure it's coming from the shock. You're hungry?", he asked hopefully to be able to spend more time with you and watched how a broad smile spread on your lips.

"I'm starving!", you answered.

"Oh, no! Don't do that! Drautos will yell at me if I won't take good care of you.", he joked and showed you the way out of the headquarters.

As you stepped out of the building, you had no idea that the time for questions and wonders had just begun.

Nyx passed the entrance mindlessly and walked down the few stairs but as he couldn't hear you following him, he turned around just to see you staring at the skyline with big eyes. It was this moment where Nyx noticed two things:

First, the astonishment you showed as you looked at all the buildings and at the sky with the magical wall wasn't just an act and second, Nyx realized that he was attracted to you.

It was the second point that surprised Nyx the most. He barely knew you. He had just met you and still, there was something on you. He had felt it back on the field. Something he couldn't put a finger on. Were it your eyes? Or the way you looked at the surroundings as if you had never seen any of all this before? Or was it the way you looked at him?

Nyx thought about it like a magical aura that surrounded you. There was something on you he couldn't quite understand but he was eager to find out what it was. Amused but at the same time attentive, he watched you stumbling down the few stairs because your eyes were still directed at the sky. Nyx caught you at the last moment and shook his head with a grin, "Watch out, YN. Don't walk around so mindlessly or you will hurt yourself.", he whispered.

You noticed your cheeks redden, mostly as you felt Nyx’ strong hands on your body and how close he was, but as your eyes met his you saw the grin on his lips, "Usually, I'm more cautious but- have you seen the sky? It… Is it sparkling? It looks as if sparkling waves are spreading over the city…", you breathed, looking up once again.

Nyx looked from you at the sky and back at you before he placed you back on the ground, "Y-yeah… it's kinda sparkling. That's the magic of the crystal. The crystal which secures this city through the King's power?", he added as he saw your puzzled expression.

"Y-you… this city has a King? And a magical- what? A wall?"

"Very funny!", Nyx called out and laughed. He thought you would make fun of him but as you still stared at him with no amusement, he frowned, "Where do you actually come from?"

"Oh, I'm from New Jersey.”

“Never heard about it before. Come on, let us get something to eat and then we talk a bit.”

"What the hell is this building? Is this a church?", you asked, pointing at a building with two tall towers where something shot into the sky from the middle of the building, "This smoke looks … strange.", you pointed out.

This was the tenth question of that kind you had asked during the last five minutes. Nyx stopped in his tracks and looked at you, "It's the Citadel. The castle?", he tried to trigger your memories as you showed no reaction, "The 'smoke' you see there is actually the energy from the crystal that creates the wall. I told you about it before."

You nodded slowly, "Yeah… the crystal… You have some crazy stuff here.", you said, impressed, chewing on some spicy meat you had picked from a stick.

Before Nyx could react, he got a call and asked you to wait, "Ulric. Yes, Sir. Yes, we're still in the city. No, Sir.", he answered the questions asked by Drautos while he watched you wandering around. Nyx kept you in sight but was also fascinated by the way you looked at all the different things around you. He wouldn't call it naive but it seemed as if you were easily impressed. You found something interesting in the smallest things while Nyx caught himself by thinking about you as cute and … lovely.

Another question of Drautos brought Nyx back to reality and he realized that he stopped listening to his Captain a while ago, "Yes, Sir. I'm listening. Of course. Yes, I will take care of YN. Yes. Bye-", but the Captain already had hung up, "Good day to you, too, Sir."

As you noticed that Nyx was done with his call, you joined him again, "What was the matter? Are you in trouble?", you asked, concerned because you had hogged Nyx for quite a while.

"No, everything's good. It was just Drautos. Obviously, you're stuck with me a bit longer. I got the orders to look after you.", Nyx answered with a soft smile as he saw your worried expression which changed into a huge, charming, heart-stopping smile.

"Great. I still have a bunch of questions.", you said excitedly, linking your arm with Nyx' to wander further through the Crown's City.

***

But not just you had a lot of questions. Nyx too. In the beginning, he thought you would make fun of him as you asked so many things about the best known facts of Eos everyone actually knows.

But quickly, after Nyx had asked you a bunch of questions on his own, he realized that you weren't joking. Sure, as you told him that you came through a mirror, because you had been fallen through it, sounded more like a bedtime story for kids but you spoke about everything with so much conviction that Nyx believed you.

The Captain, slightly concerned about your state because Nyx had told him about his suspicion that you could suffer from amnesia, asked on a regular basis if Nyx had any new information about you. And not for one second, Nyx thought about telling him the truth.

He said neither something about your journey through the mirror nor about your life in New Jersey. That you knew nothing about Eos at all because this was simply not your world. He kept it all a secret.

Because Nyx felt the urge to protect you. Whenever he was with you in the past week he felt good. As if just your presence was able to lift his spirit. You were funny, curious and interested in him and in this, for you, new world. Nyx already liked you. A lot. It wasn't just attraction anymore, rather he really started to like you on a more emotional level even after this short of time. But he had no idea how you were thinking about him.

So, by the end of the week, Nyx collected as much courage as he could find, "Hey, uhm… Libertus and the others are meeting at Yamachang's. You… Do you wanna come with me? I- I mean us?", he asked and felt nervous. The whole week, he had been with you with no problem and now, he felt nervous because this question didn't belong to the Captain's order anymore to take care of you. For him, it was far more.

You saw the hope in Nyx’ eyes and the insecurity in his expression about what your answer would be. The past week, you had spent a lot of time with Nyx. You got to know him. His life as a Glaive. As a refugee. You had learned about his deceased family and his life in Galahd. And, not very surprisingly, you started to like the soldier with the greyish hair and the incredible blue eyes. For you, it was extremely hard to resist his charm and his handsomeness. And in the end, you didn’t want to resist him. You just had no idea how he thought about you.

You tried to get closer to Nyx so many times. You wanted to show him in a subtle way how you felt. Maybe, this invitation would give you the opportunity to make a move on him, "I would love to come with you.", the slowly growing smile on Nyx' lips gave you the sense to have done things right.

"YN, it's good to see that you're alright again.", Pelna said and gave you a drink.

"Yeah… Nyx did everything to bring me back on track.", you said and winked at Nyx who smiled shyly.

"The Captain already complained you two were just sightseeing all the time.", Crowe said jokingly.

You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck, "Yeah… I guess, the amnesia had hit me harder than I thought."

Nyx looked at you with a frown. After you had told him your story, he was sure you were okay. No amnesia or something like this. So, why were you sticking to this story instead of telling the truth?

"Oh, so, you remember where you come from and stuff?", Libertus asked.

You smiled at him, "Yes, of course.", you answered. Quickly, you checked on Nyx who still watched you. Were you seeing cautiousness in his eyes? Was he afraid of what you would say? You looked back at Libertus, "I come from Altissia. I was moving to Insomnia for a new job. As you found me, I was on my way but unfortunately, I had an accident with my car and then, the horrors with all these creatures started. You have to know, Altissia is built on water. We don't have such wildlife as Lucis has."

Nyx stared at you speechless. You were lying. Lying about everything. Effortlessly. But everything you said were things you knew from him. Nyx showed you a map of Eos. He told you as much as he knew about Lucis and Accordo. About all the differences he could remember. You turned your head and smiled softly at him. You even winked at Nyx and he saw in your eyes that you would explain it to him later.

You and Nyx walked side by side as you left Yamachang's a few hours later. The Crown's City was still buzzing. People were walking to bars, clubs and restaurants. You turned your head over to Nyx and because he was unusually quiet, you nudged his shoulder with yours, "You think they bought my story?"

Nyx looked at you with an unreadable expression, "You were lying."

"Yes and I hated it. Trust me. But what else should I say? The truth? That I fell through a mirror and landed here? Instead that I woke up in my bed in New Jersey, I awoke in an old hunters hut in the middle of nowhere?", you pointed out softly.

Nyx nodded. He understood your point. He was barely able to understand all this but he had accepted it. You had spoken so detailed about your home that there was no way that everything was just made up. But to explain everything to his friends would be maybe too much.

Suddenly, a thought struck his mind and he was surprised that he didn't have thought about this earlier. Carefully, he looked at you, "Do you miss it? Your … home, I mean."

Your brows shot up because you realized that you were barely thinking about your former life, "Actually, I uhm…", you whispered, searching for the right words, before you looked at Nyx and stopped. You had reached the plaza of the Citadel. You looked at the stream of magical power and at the beautiful sparkling light. The moon was already up and together it was a captivating view. You looked back at Nyx who waited patiently, "To be honest, I have barely thought about it since I've been here."

Nyx stepped closer to you. It was a moment that could change things and he felt it. Maybe it was silly to think about a future with someone he knew for just one week but here he was, looking into your enchanting, sparkling eyes and watching how your teeth were digging into your lower lip, "If it would be possible, if there would be a way, would you… go back?"

You also stepped forward with a pounding heart in your chest. For one week, you asked yourself how Nyx' lips would taste, how his hands would feel on your skin when he would want you and how soft his hair really felt between your fingers, "You know, as I was in this hut, before you found me? I tried to find a way to get back. Now, I think things might have changed.", you whispered.

Nyx' pulse quickened as he saw your breathtaking smile, "What has changed? I mean, this is not your world.", he said softly, stroking with the back of his hand over your cheek before he cupped your face carefully, "There's nothing that would keep you here.", he whispered.

You leant against his warm hand, even inhaling his scent, "For me, there would be a reason … rather… someone… to stay here.", you said, looking at Nyx in a certain way to tell him that you meant him. As you let your hands slid underneath his jacket, stroking over Nyx' chest, feeling him tensing, you saw that he understood, "But I- I'm not sure what this someone might think of it if I would want to stay.", you said meaningfully.

Nyx was nervous, excited and jittery at the same time. It had increased since you had started to touch him softly. Your affection gave him the courage to snake his other arm slowly around your waist to pull you closer, "You know, you have nothing to fear about this someone’s reaction. He would be more than happy to keep you here.", he breathed, nudging playfully your nose with his with a shy smile on his lips.

You mimicked his smile. The moonlight was sparkling in Nyx’ mysteriously glowing eyes which kept you in their spell, "Y- you're so sure about it?", you whispered.

Nyx nodded slowly, still looking into your eyes, "Yes, I am sure. YN, I… I'm falling for you. There's no doubt how I'm feeling about you. It's crazy because we just met one week ago but … you're so beautiful. And so amazing. The way you're interested in all these new things. How you look at everything … how you look at me… I wouldn't stop you if you really want to go back home but I… I would love to be the reason for you to stay here. With me."

You snaked your arms around Nyx' neck, pulling him closer, "You're the best reason I could ask for.", you breathed against his lips before you closed the gap finally.

Nyx responded to your move and kissed you deeply. His fingers found their way into your hair while he caressed your lips with his. The grip of his arm around you got even stronger to have you close while you played with his hair in a teasing way. He was overwhelmed by all the things he felt by just kissing you. No matter where you had come from, that you were there, with him, that you even existed was everything for him.

Under the magical, white moon of Lucis, Nyx gave you an unspoken promise. He wouldn't let you go. Never. From the beginning, you were more than just someone whose life he had rescued. You were what he had missed in his life all the time. He had been searching for something that had been out of reach. But obviously destiny meant it well and you had been falling into his life like a miracle. Literally. And Nyx would treat you like this. With his lips, he sealed this promise to you.

For the first time in your life, you felt as if you were in the right spot. You weren't misplaced anymore. You even had found people that already cared for you. You had found someone who wanted to keep you in his life. Maybe you should feel sad for leaving your former life just like that. Maybe you should feel lost because this wasn't your world. But in fact, you felt home. As Nyx kissed you, he showed you a future you never thought you would have.

For the first time, you felt excited for all the unknown things that were lying in front of you. You would discover all of these things. With Nyx by your side.

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An Unmarried Lady

Pairing: sandor clegane x Lannister! reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: //

Summary: A Lannister woman with no husband was odd... Cersei and Tywin are determined to marry you off...

AN: ah! I haven’t written for Sandor clegane I’m so long!! This is my first like,,, imagine with him so I hope you enjoy it 💕 also, the reader is younger than Tyrion here ( I know he’s the youngest in the books and TV series but... just go with it okay :p)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Joffrey Baratheon

Wine flowed freely when your nephew was in a good mood. A rebellion in the city had been quashed and Joffrey was adamant that a party be thrown to honour his victory. You rolled your eyes. Stupid boy. Still, it gave you an excuse to drink and dance without worrying so much about your reputation as the King’s Aunt. You might even be able to sneak away with Sandor...

Unfirtunately, your father and sister spent a lot of their time during these events conspiring about which knight or noble to shove in your direction. You sighed, taking a deep drink from your wine as Tywin walked over to you, a tall, dark haired man in his wake. Your eyes flickered briefly to Sandor before you plastered a sweet smile on your face as your father presented you to one another. “My youngest daughter, YN Lannister,” he said, eyes flicking between you both. You arched your eyebrows at your father as the man grasped your hand and pressed a wet kiss to your knuckles. You were clearly unimpressed.

“Are you not going to introduce yourself, Ser?” You smirked, knowing full well he was a Lord, not a Ser.

“I’m not a Ser!” He said, just as you predicted. Tywin sighed. “I’m Lord-”

“A lord?” You said in a mock-surprise tone. “You certainly don’t act like one, slobbering over my wrist. I’ve had better trained dogs,” you said slyly.

Tywin looked up to the ceiling, composing himself. “Lord Pyne. Go,” he said sharply as you turned to him, your hands on your hips.

“Your standards are slipping, father,” you said coldly, making to walk away but he grabbed your arm.

“It’s very hard to uphold such high standards when you refuse every suitor within two minutes of meeting him,” he said, glaring down at you. You stared back, challenging him. His eyes softened slightly- the perks of being the baby sister in the family.

“When you can find me a good, honest man who isn’t an arrogant bastard, father, then I’ll consider letting him court me,” you said, eyes not leaving his.

He sighed, exhasperated. As far as he knew, you had been single for far too long. “YN. You must understand, an unmarried Lannister woman... you haven’t been courted since your first bleeding,” you flushed slightly. “People talk, YN,”

“People talk about Cersei and Jaime fucking, father,” you hissed, tugging your arm out of his grasp. “People talk about Tyrion frequenting whore houses and burning his way through the people’s taxes in fortified wine. I am the only child of yours who hasn’t got a poor reputation for incest and whoring. Your grandson is King of the seven kingdoms, each of your sons hold a position on the small council. Your oldest daughter was married off for the family’s gain. There are no more positions, no more seats for me to take. Focus on controlling that tyrant up there,” you nodded to the throne, “before you even THINK about marrying me off to some dimwitted lord who can’t tell his arse from his elbow,” you turned on your heel and stormed away from your father. He shook his head and receded back to Cersei as you went to find your favourite brother.

You breezed past Sandor, brushing against him, even though you didn’t really need to. You could just imagine his slight smirk as your skirts fluttered about his ankles and your hair flowed behind you.

Finding Tyrion, you huffed and sat next to him, stealing his goblet and taking a sip.

“Hey now, dear sister, get your own,” he said teasingly, though he grabbed another goblet from a serving girl. “Who has Father tried to pawn you off to now?” He smirked, knowing that was the only thing that could get you so riled up.

“Lord Pyne,” you said, rolling your eyes. Tyrion roared with laughter.

“Him? Ha! I bet he still has his mother’s milk in his belly!” He grinned, causing you to crack a small smile. “Ahhh, there she is, that beautiful smile. You break hearts, you know, YN, keeping that smile to yourself,”

You shook your head slightly. “I want to marry someone I love, Tyrion,” you sighed. “I don’t see the point in marrying me off to some Lord,”

Tyrion smirked. “Do you not want a lord, YN?” He nudged you. “Would you rather we get you a prince? A warlord? A great Dothraki warlord to carry you off on his horse and fuck you amongst the heathens?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you dare suggest that to father,”

“Suggest what to father?” You turned to see your sister standing over you.

“Tyrion’s had the bright idea to whore me out to the Dothraki, seeing as you and father cannot find a suitor who doesn’t wear his arse as a cap,” you said, smirking. Cersei scrunched her nose up.

“He isn’t that desperate,” she said, sitting down with you, fussing over your gown.

“I beg to differ,” you said, batting her hands away. “Honestly, Cersei, I’ve just turned twenty two. Must you fuss over my dress like that?”

“Yes! We must be presentable. And you really ought to start wearing your hair up like mine,”

You snorted. “Cers, I have much better things to do than preening myself for hours on end,” you tucked your hair behind your ear. You did not favour the high hairstyles that your sister so often sported. You preferred to wear it down with simple plaits and discrete jewels for decoration.

“You need a husband, YN. You ought to have been wedded and bedded as soon as you bled,”

“I bled when I was twelve, Cersei,” you growled, sitting a little straighter, eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown.

“Our little sister wants to marry for love, Cersei,” Tyrion said quickly diffusing the situation, draining his cup. Cersei was about to argue when Joffrey spoke up.

“Aunt YN. Come,” you sighed, glaring at Cersei before pushing through the crowd to your nephew. You sunk into a slight curtsey, never going as low as you should.

“Your highness?” You said, looking him in the eye. He may be your king, but you were still his aunt.

“I’m bored. My dog here says he has never danced. I want to see him dance,” you flushed as the room went silent. Sandor stood staring straight ahead, and you swallowed.

“My lord?” You said, standing tall and staring him down.

“No man would allow his wife to dance with such a creature. But you have no man, do you, Aunt YN?” His lips curled into a sadistic smirk as you gritted your teeth.

“No, your highness,” you said stiffly.

“Hound. Dance with my Aunt YN. Perhaps you will scare here into wedding and bedding a lord,”

The room was silent. You flashed your eyes to your father briefly, but he was glaring at the King. Cersei has her lips pursed and Tyrion looked thunderous.

“Yes, my Lord,” you said sweetly, nodding slightly at Sandor.

“Play something!” The king demanded, clapping his hands and lounging in his throne. Sandor took your hand and you guided him into the proper dancing position. “Closer, Hound!” Joffrey snapped. “Show my court what a good little wife she would make,”

“Your majesty,” Tyrion said lowly, warningly.

“Quiet, uncle! Play!”

You took a deep breath as the music started, dancing the steps perfectly, the way you had learned since you were a little girl, while Sandor just stepped along, holding you. If the entire court wasn’t watching and Joffrey wasn’t demanding a circus performance, it would have been quite nice. Sandor’s jaw was tight as you danced, and he squeezed your hand and hip.

Joffrey clapped, laughing at his clever little performance that he had coordinated. The court began to laugh along nervously, and you shut your eyes, looking at your feet, unable to show Sandor how humiliated you felt. “Tell my court, Hound! Tell my court how she feels! Would she make a good wife? A good slut for a lord?”

“Enough!” You suddenly snapped, tugging away from sandor’s strong grip. The room suddenly descended into silence again as you turned to the court. “The King is tired!” You announced. “Ser Trant, Ser Moore, escort the king to his quarters, and ensure he eats his supper,” the king spluttered as the two kingsguards looked frantically to Cersei and Tywin. They nodded, and soon the king was escorted to his room like a spoilt child. “Play on,” you said, clapping your hands and smiling sweetly, gesturing for people to commence dancing. Tywin offered his hand to a highborn lady and soon others followed his lead. You stared up at Sandor with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, but he simply grabbed your hand and took you away from the dancing, sitting with you in an alcove, away from prying eyes.

Well, most of them.

“Father,” Tyrion said, smirking at his father and sister. “The next suitor shouldn’t be a Lord, or even a Ser,” he said, nodding over to the alcove, where you pressed a chaste kiss to the scarred side of sandor’s face. “I think we’ve solved the mystery as to why sweet YN has been impossible to court,”

Tag list : @diksy1112 @zodiyack @soleil-dor

#sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane imagine #game of thrones #cersei #tyrion lannister #tywin lannister #sandor clegane #the hound #request

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legion1993 · 4 years

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Be-unknown to Rise the Phoenix

title: Be-unknown to Rise the Phoenix

ship: Jensen x Reader

Dark square filled: kidnapping

H&H square filled: molting

rating: pg-13

tags: mentions of some nudity, brutality, kidnapping, turning into a firey half human half bird, burning down a studio, exposing yourself to the world, loosing some hair right before bursting into flames.

word count

summery: not telling

created for @heavenandhellbingo & @spndarkbingo

H&H masterlist Dark Masterlist

it was summertime, you had been dating the celebrity whose eye you caught, you had been a stage hand but you were the one girl in the studio that caught Jensen’s eye...

you had been together now for 9 years.. but you started getting hot flashes a while ago... Jensen knew and while the doctors were stumped you were just living with it... till one evening at the studio you were finishing your duties and was gonna walk back to the hotel...

you were then taken from behind on your way out of the studio... the only thing you heard before you blacked out was the word PHOENIX...

~a month later~

what happened to you oh yeah some psychopath who somehow figured out that you were not normal was now forcing you to work in his circus, till now he had you being studied figuring out what you could do, figuring out how you were able to do what you could do...

it was quickly discovered that your clothes would burn, you were kept as nude as possible to keep public view happy, without going over board... you were beaten & you were bruised when you didnt listen or do what he wanted...

ringmaster: “i told you to do what i say, when i say it... why would you not do that...”

YN: “cause you would just beat me anyway so why would i transform and fly through that hoop when it was much more fun to fly how i wanted...”

you were struck 15 more times repeatedly before everyone left the room, you were alone, you were nude and you were cold... everytime you turned you lost some hair before hand... no hair loss was a good sign, usually you didnt transform when you kept your thoughts only on Jensen...

~the performance of a lifetime~

the ringmaster had brought you to the studio... he was trying to do a hostage situation...

Ringmaster: “ladies and gentlemen, today i the ringmaster am here to show you the most fantastic creature i have ever proven to be true.. i give you the phoenix...”

the ringmaster now showed you revealed you in your cage... the look on Jensen’s face when he saw you was one of anger and shock...

Jensen: “you son of a bitch let her go...”

Ringmaster: “oh i dont think so pretty boy, see chicklet here is a phoenix a rare specimen... now rise the phoenix and burn everything...”

the anger in your emotions was running high, your hair loss was real, your skin was flaiming hot, the look on your loves face was one of pure and complete shock as you transformed but only half way, you were a half bird half human... you were not a full bird...

Jensen: “thats impossible... they shouldnt exist...”

your flames were everywhere around you, but the ringmaster tried to approach you, but you grabbed his neck and severely burned him... the cops had already been called, your body was almost completely exposed...

the ringmaster was unconcious... Jensen now took this opportunity to approach you slowly...

Jensen: “YN baby i dont understand what your going through, i dont understand how this is possible.. but you are not just this phoenix and im sure we can find a way somehow to suppress this ability... i love you YN please let me approach you, let me see how you are...”

thats when the sprinklers went off, your body felt weak... the fire that was on your form went out, Jensen had a blanket he covered your body, after catching you in his arms, he held onto you. the medics determined they couldnt do anything.

Jensen: “come back to me, please baby wake up.. i know phoenix’ dont take to water lightly, i know you dont understand whats happening fully either i could see it in your eyes but if there is any part of you that is still the girl who has my heart please come back to me... please wake up and start a new beginning with me!”

you were as still as the earth, you were as still as the ground Jensen was still on holding your body. now all he had was your body. but after a few seconds the sunlight was peering through the window, a cloudy day that was, now became instantly sunny.

the sunlight hit your body, your eyes opened wide, you gasped for air, hugging Jensen was the only thing that felt right...

the molting(loosing of hair) you could do without, the hot flashes definately could do without, but you were not gonna do much more than cuddle with your boyfriend for right then...

figure out the rest later

#heaven and hell bingo #spndarkbingo

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daisychains4 · 5 years

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Strings (13/16)

Chapter 13: This Is What It Takes (Masterlist)

Warnings: None

Note: Italics are song lyrics

AN: This is the Shawn Mendes x reader AU teenage heartbreak story you didn’t know you needed.

I watch your troubled eyes as you rest,

And I fall in love with every breath.

Wonder if those eyes are really shut,

And am I the one you're dreaming of?

'Cause underneath the darkness,

There's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

And I know this 'cause I've noticed

A little bit shining through the seams.

Shawn was sitting on his patio enjoying a warm fire, playing a new song. His family was visiting from Pickering, and his mum and sister had spent the weekend decorating his house for Christmas, which was just weeks away. Manny walked outside with a couple of beers and sat across from where Shawn was playing.

Shawn had shared every detail about Shade, whom he’d been getting to know over the last few months. He knew his parents and sister were dying to meet the little boy, but Shawn insisted they give it more time. He shared plenty of pictures and videos with them while he kept them waiting.

And if this is what it takes,

Then let me be the one to bear the pain.

If this is what it takes,

I'll break down these walls that are in our way.

If this is what it takes...

“Are you coming home for Christmas?” Manny was asking.

“I wanted to spend Christmas with Shade and (Y/N),” Shawn replied, “but she’s taking him back to Edmonton to visit her old boss. I guess she helped them out a lot. So yes, I’ll be home.”

Manny could hear the disappointment in his son’s voice. “I’m proud of you, Shawn,” he told him. “You’re really stepping up.”

Shawn thought about his time with Shade. “I wish I could do more,” he confessed. “Make up for lost time. But (Y/N) won’t let me help.”

Manny moved to sit next to his son. “(Y/N) has been through a lot. All you can do is show her that you’re here for them in any way she’ll let you be. She’s probably afraid you’ll try to take Shade away from her.”

“I don’t think she’s worried about that anymore,” Shawn replied. “She was. But I don’t want to take him away. She’s a great mum and he’s just the happiest little kid. But you should see their tiny apartment. It’s smaller than this,” he said, indicating the patio they were sitting on. “One bedroom. Hardly any space to move. It doesn’t seem fair that I have this huge house and I live alone, and she’s raising my son in a place the size of my closet.”

Manny patted his son’s knee reassuringly as he took another drink. Shawn continued, “And she won’t let me help at all. I’ve offered to pay child support, pay her rent—”

Shawn and his parents had already had several conversations about Shawn financially supporting Shade. They had pushed him to ask you for a DNA test, but he refused, and once they saw pictures of the little boy, they knew he must be Shawn’s.

“She won’t take any money.”

“You could talk to a lawyer,” Manny reminded Shawn, as he’d done many times before.

“No lawyers,” Shawn insisted exasperatedly. “If we get lawyers involved, it’s that much more likely that the media will find out about them. I think she’s afraid of that more than anything else.”

“I can’t say I blame her,” Manny said. “That would be a lot to deal with. You can hardly walk down the street without getting mobbed. Can you imagine putting a child through all that?”

Shawn didn’t know how to answer. He knew that when the media found out he had a child - and it was inevitable that they would find out eventually - that it would be a circus. He couldn’t imagine dragging you through that. You didn’t talk about it often, but once you had casually referenced the way the media talked about women who’d had - or claimed to have had - a celebrity’s child. He knew you were not interested in being dragged through the mud, and he didn’t want that for you either. You’d already sacrificed so much to raise his child on your own. He didn’t want to put you through any more pain.

You keep on telling me I'm wasting time,

But to call it wasting time, oh, that's a crime.

And you think it's crazy what I'm trying to do.

Well baby, I'm a fool for you.

'Cause underneath the darkness,

There's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

And I know this 'cause I've noticed

A little bit shining through the seams.

And if this is what it takes,

Then let me be the one to bear the pain.

If this is what it takes,

I'll break down these walls that are in our way.

Manny finally spoke, changing the subject. “Are you and (YN)” he began. Shawn cast a sideways glance that told his dad to tread carefully. “—getting along ok?” he finished, though Shawn knew this wasn’t what he really wanted to know.

“We get along great,” Shawn replied, and he couldn’t help but smiling as he thought about you. “Now that she’s started to let her guard down, she is more and more like she was before,” he said, meaning before you had moved to Edmonton. “And you should see her dance,” he said. “She’s incredible. And Shade’s a good little dancer, too!”

The week before, Shawn had visited you at the studio after it had closed. You had to stay late to work on the choreography of a new piece and Shawn was desperate to spend time with Shade after Shawn had been out of town, so you’d let him come hang out while you worked. He’d watched you move in awe, and then laughed when Shade joined you on the floor to try to mimic your moves. It wasn’t long before Shade had insisted that Shawn join you, and the three of you giggled endlessly as you danced the rest of the evening away.

Manny could see what Shawn wasn’t telling him. “Have you told her, son?” he asked.

Shawn knew what he meant, although he was hesitant to put words to his feelings. “Told her what?” he asked, buying time.

Manny arched an eyebrow at him. “You know what I mean. Have you told her how you feel about her?”

“I don’t want to scare her, “Shawn confessed. “I just got her back.”

“Is it possible,” Manny began carefully, “that these feelings are just about Shade?” he asked gently. “Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than for you to be a family.” He continued before Shawn could argue, “When you and Aaliyah were little, I’d watch your mom with you, and I’d fall more and more in love with her. It was powerful, seeing her with my children, knowing we’d made you together. And I’m a pretty traditional guy, but I don’t want you to get into a relationship for the wrong reasons.”

Shawn thought about what his dad said. He knew there was some truth to his words; seeing you parent his son gave him feelings unlike anything he’d felt before. But he knew his feelings for you went beyond Shade.

“I never got over her,” Shawn said quietly. “After all this time, I’m still in love with her.”

'Cause if you don't understand yet,

Then I'll never let you forget

That you don't have to do this on your own.

I'll be your shoulder to lean on,

I'll be your right when you feel wrong.

So come on, take my hand, we're moving on.

Manny smiled. “Then you should tell her.”

And if this is what it takes,

Then let me be the one to bear the pain.

Oh and if this is what it takes,

I'll break down these walls

These walls that are in our way.

If this is what it takes...

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes au #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes relationship #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes facfiction #shawn mendes multific #shawn mendes imagine

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pinkykitten · 6 years

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What About Us

The Greatest Showman

P.T. Barnum x singer! female reader

Warning: some violence

Specifics: fluff, romance

People: P.T. Barnum, you, Tom Thumb, Charity, Jenny Lind

Words: 2,379

Requested: By @jetblackheartandsoul request for pt barnum x reader — reader and if the reader could be a singer???

You walked around town feeling tired and stressed.

“There it is y/n, you just have to get it…”

You then ran to a outdoor cart shop and stole a loaf of bread from the basket.

“Hey thief,” the store owner yelled running after you.

Ever since you were little you have been poor. You had a small cabin / shack as a house that you shared with your mother. Your mother is ill and needs food and water something you can’t provide. If someone were to ask you, “how many jobs have you worked in your life?” You would probably tell them, “count how many of babies are born a day?”

You ran through an alleyway trying to take the shortcut.

“Young lady...stop right there!”

This store owner did not want to give up. But your legs did, you were scrawny and if a man came to you he wouldn’t dare to give you another glance. You were not strong so you tripped and fell in the garbage bags. The man gasping for air came and hit you a couple of times taking the bread from you. Your eyes started to tear up. You needed to change your life and quick.

“I guess I’ll ask him again,” you whispered to yourself.

By this you meant you would ask your lifetime friend...P.T. Barnum. You and him grew up together poor. Helping each other out stealing and enjoying each others company. You have and had for a very long time a love for him. You aided him when his father passed. But now it didn’t matter. (In this he is not married to Charity her are just dating) You saw the way he looked at Charity, it was full of love and hope. Hoping one day he would be with her and not with...you. You looked at him like that. But you knew it was never to be. So at least a good friendship is better than not seeing and being with him at all.

You stood up walking to the facility of his circus. You also helped there but not as a job, you thought it would be too much if you asked P.T. for working money, or to ask for a job there. You loved it there though. Almost everyday you went, it was a getaway from all your problems in life.

“Hi Phineas,” you called as you went inside the circus.

“Y/n, over here.”

You ran up and P.T. was helping Tom Thumb on his horse for practice. You waited for his attention to be on you and when he took a glance at your face he smiled. You grinned back and walked up to him to embrace him.

“How are you y/n,” P.T. beamed while talking to his best friend.

“Oh same old same old. How are you doing, with the place and all,” you said moving your hands all over.

P.T.s eyes went to your arms and he saw bruises. He grabbed your hand abruptly and took you to the back room. He moved your sleeves up.

“I know these bruises. Have you been stealing again?”

“I had to! I got fired again at this job. They wanted me to stay more hours but...mom needs my help. I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed all of a sudden.

“Hey shhh,” P.T. whispered soothingly, hugging you and rubbing your arms lovingly. “I’m right here. Its okay, remember you can always work here. But you would probably be annoyed looking at me everyday,” P.T. laughed when you giggled at his joke.

“No it's alright. Plus, what would I be? I am not talented at all, but I need a job that can sustain me and help me and mom. But just know I wouldn’t mind seeing you all day.”

“Well here take this for now,” P.T. pulled out a ton of cash. Since he worked here he was getting richer and richer everyday. You on the other hand were the opposite, you were getting poorer and poorer everyday.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to think I want to be with you because of that,” you told him.

“Not at all y/n. Please take it,” P.T. assured you.

“Thank you Phineas,” you thanked him again and kissed his cheek.

You being oblivious didn’t notice that when you gave him a peck on the cheek he blushed. As you walked out Phineas jumped for joy at your actions smiling like a love struck boy.

You helped all day with Phineas, being entertained by his stories. When it turned dark P.T. came to you, “ are you going with us to the opera house?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” started Phineas. “I have this lady named Jenny Lind that is going to sing for me today. Man oh man does she sings like an angel, just like a bird. She is going to sing for the audience and blow them away.”

“If you want me to go...I don’t want to impose,” you shook your hands back and forth in front of you.

“Nonsense, please y/n, be my guest,” P.T. smiled putting his hand in front of you to take.

You took it and he dance with you a little. You stopped suddenly, “Oh I can’t go.”

P.T. looked at you with the saddest puppy eyes, “why not?!?”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I can arrange that,” P.T. smiled.

After searching in the closet for a while he pulled out a dress. You gasped at the beauty of it. It was the definition of perfection.

“Oh my god! It's gorgeous,” you exclaimed with happiness. “It’s mine?”

“Only if you want it,” P.T. grinned.

“Of course! Aghhh thank you so much my Phineas,” hugging P.T. tightly. You grinned from ear to ear.

“No thank you...my y/n,” P.T. whispered the last part soaking up your hug.

You came out after you tried it on.

“What do you think?” You twirled around like a ballerina.

“You look beautiful, like a goddess,” P.T. stated mesmerized by your appearance.

You looked up shocked, your cheeks turning red at his compliment.

“You always look charming and handsome, Phineas,” you spoke softly back.

Everyone came to the opera. You talked a little with Anne and Lettie, then you joked around with the rest of the group. You guys laughed and had so much fun. P.T. could see you far away just enjoying your evening with everyone from the circus. But then Jenny Lind reminded him that he was on a job and there was no getting unfocused from it, but he was by you.

You went to try to find your seat but then you saw her, Charity. She saw you looking at her so you quickly had to force a smile.

“Oh wow look at you, you are just...glowing,” you said as you walked up to her embracing her shortly.

“Look at you y/n, that dress fits so well on you,” Charity said as she moved a hair away from her face.

“Thanks Phineas gave me this dress. I didn’t have one because,” you didn’t want to tell Charity that you were poor. She would probably laugh at you and then joke around your struggles with P.T. She might convince him that you aren’t enough for him. You know you are not but still maybe there is a chance that you could be. “Over here is too glamorous for my old dresses,” you finished.

You can see Charity’s face turning sour, “well I hope you enjoy yourself...yn.”

You notice her attitude and just excused yourself to the group again. There you felt comfortable and yourself. They loved you and you loved them even if they were different.

P.T. Barnum point of view:

“So P.T. are you nervous for me, you always are when I’m up here,” Jenny pressed her palm against my chest.

I gulped, “sometimes, but I know you will do just fine.”

“You seem so tensed would you like me to help you out in my makeup room. I promise you will enjoy it,” she whispered in my ear. She then went eye level with me and tried to kiss me.

“No Jenny I’m not going to do this! I don’t love you I love,” I gasped when I realized all this time who I truly loved. See I never asked myself that question who do I truly love in this world? Who would I give up everything for just to see her smile? All this time it was..y/n. “I don’t love you Jenny,” I repeated. “Because I love y/n.”

Jenny stood up and walked up and yelled, “then you can forget about the show. I quit!”

“Great now what was I supposed to do? That's it! I know just the person,” I thought.

End of P.T. Barnums point of view

You were talking to the group when a distressed P.T. came running to you. Out of breath he tells you, “I need you to sing...now!”

“What,” you pull P.T. to the side. “What do you mean Phineas? What happened to that Jenny girl?”

“She quit! Please y/n you are my only hope, please!”

“You don’t even know how I sing! And I have never sang on a stage in front of this many people before. I, I just can’t I’m sorry.”

“No y/n you can please I need your help. I’m begging you...please,” he begged you holding your face with both his hands and looking in your orbs. You can already tell you were about to make a fool out of yourself.

“Fine, but only because I love you so much,” you gave in.

P.T. looked so relieved, “thank you y/n. I promise I will make this up to you!” He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and took a hold of your hand. You both ran up to the stage, everyone already getting in their seats. Your palms were already sweating and you thought all the worst scenarios. You were thinking of backing down but then you saw P.T.s face, you couldn’t do that to him. You took a deep breath as they announced your name. Everyone looked around wondering why they didn’t say Jenny Lind. You stood in the middle of the stage with the curtain still down as P.T. came to you quick.

“You got this sweetheart. I believe in you,” P.T. smiled then moved a piece of hair from your face, he left and the curtain lifted.

This was it, you stood silent like a deer in headlights. You closed your eyes, breathed in and out and put your hand up to make the music stop.

“This song is about those who are in the shadows. Who think they are unloved and have problems in their life. For those who are struggling and think they are freaks and ugly. For those who fight everyday for their lives. What about us, what happens with us?”

You put your hand down and the music started playing.

the song is “What About Us - P!nk (cover by: Davina Michelle)” look up these exact words in youtube

As you started singing P.T.s face was more mesmerized, almost crying. Your beauty and everything made him love you more. (His reaction to your singing)

the video is “ The Greatest Showman Cast - Never Enough (Official Lyric Video)” look up these exact words on youtube

You closed your eyes singing because you were afraid of the stares. What people would think but then why did you care, you spent all your life trying to satisfy everyone, fighting, no, not anymore. “What about us!” You opened your eyes and sang with every fiber of your body. “What about all the times you said you had the answers. What about us, what about all the broken happy ever afters. What about us, what about all the plans that ended in disasters. What about love, what about trust, what about us!”

You looked to the side to see P.T. laughing and crying at the same time. You smiled at him, everyone was captivated by your singing. You were magnificent. Some were even crying at your performance. You never thought you had a voice but now here you are. At the opera… singing. You were now moving your arms feeling more and more comfortable up on the stage. Than at the ending chorus came and you gave it your all!

“What about us! What about all the times you said you had the answers. So what about us, what about all the broken happy ever afters. What about us, what about all the plans that ended in disasters. What about love, what about trust, what about us! ...We are searchlights we can see in the dark…”

Everyone rose to their feet applauding. Throwing not fists and punches but roses. You laughed and cried at the reaction you got. You ran to P.T. jumping and curling your legs around his waist. He twirled you around with you laughing and him cheering.

After you sang P.T. asked you for the millionth time for you to work at the circus, and you finally said yes. You both left hand in hand. Charity came up and asked for P.T. to come home with her. To make a long story short, P.T. told Charity that he is unable to be with her anymore.

You and P.T. walked hand in hand. Walking by stores, you patting his back.

“Sorry you feel that way Phineas. You guys actually looked good together,” you lied.

“Really? I was expecting you to say something worse,” P.T. joked.

You gave him a glare and smacked his arm. You both laughed and he brought your waist to him. “You sang amazing back there. Better than any other voice.”

You smiled at him getting closer and closer until you both kissed. You both kissed passionately, your lips meeting each other hungrily. Breathing each other in, tasting each other. After you guys kissed for a while he closed his eyes and rested his forehead with yours.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That was..”

“Incredible,” you cut in. “I wanted to do that from the moment I met you. I mean not like that whole make out but a kiss. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

“I have always loved you, I just thought you wouldn’t love me for who I was when I was young,” P.T. confessed looking down, ashamed.

“I never felt that way! It was always you Phineas and it will always be you, forever.”

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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title: Be-unknown to Rise the Phoenix

ship: Jensen x Reader

Dark square filled: kidnapping

H&H square filled: molting

rating: pg-13

word count

summery: not telling

created for @heavenandhellbingo & @spndarkbingo

it was summertime, you had been dating the celebrity whose eye you caught, you had been a stage hand but you were the one girl in the studio that caught Jensen’s eye...

you were then taken from behind on your way out of the studio... the only thing you heard before you blacked out was the word PHOENIX...

~a month later~

ringmaster: “i told you to do what i say, when i say it... why would you not do that...”

YN: “cause you would just beat me anyway so why would i transform and fly through that hoop when it was much more fun to fly how i wanted...”

~the performance of a lifetime~

the ringmaster had brought you to the studio... he was trying to do a hostage situation...

Ringmaster: “ladies and gentlemen, today i the ringmaster am here to show you the most fantastic creature i have ever proven to be true.. i give you the phoenix...”

the ringmaster now showed you revealed you in your cage... the look on Jensen’s face when he saw you was one of anger and shock...

Jensen: “you son of a bitch let her go...”

Ringmaster: “oh i dont think so pretty boy, see chicklet here is a phoenix a rare specimen... now rise the phoenix and burn everything...”

Jensen: “thats impossible... they shouldnt exist...”

the ringmaster was unconcious... Jensen now took this opportunity to approach you slowly...

the sunlight hit your body, your eyes opened wide, you gasped for air, hugging Jensen was the only thing that felt right...

the molting(loosing of hair) you could do without, the hot flashes definately could do without, but you were not gonna do much more than cuddle with your boyfriend for right then...

figure out the rest later

#spndarkbingo #heaven and hell bingo

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tnystrk-exe · 7 years

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Acceptance

Jerome x reader

Warnings:

It was the classic shebang, girl meets boy. Boy seems like a normal upstanding individual, girl goes along with it. Later boy turns out to be a psychopathic criminal and the girl goes along with it. You know, the usual.

Okay, so, maybe that’s a stretch. But hey! A chick is into what she’s into, right? Besides, who can turn down a man with a wicked sense of humor? Especially when he’s a ginger.

Jerome was always a good kid, if it wasn’t for his mother he could have been something better. That damned whore. Every time I would see him he’d have new marks, around his neck, black eyes, scratched cheek. You name it Jerome probably had that bruise many a time.

As for myself, my family had this annual outing to the circus. It was the only good memory I had and that’s mostly because I met Jerome there.

I was hidden in some far off corner in the circus. My dad had made me touch the snake woman’s Python even though he knew I had a killer fear of them. As soon as he let my wrist free from his grip, I went running for the hills.

He never chased after me, preferring to flirt with the snake lady in front of my mom. It wasn’t anything new.

I took in my new surroundings fearfully, whimpering noisily. My small refuge was a snack cart pressed close to the circus tent. I sat in the middle so that It would be easier to see what was happening on both openings.

As I surveyed the left opening, I felt a hand tap against my shoulder. “Are you lost?” He asked quietly, studying me with tired eyes.

“N-no,” I managed to break my whimpers enough to speak, “Please don’t take me back to my dad. He’ll hit me.”

The red headed boys eyes softened, while you certainly weren’t the first to say that and probably not the last, he couldn’t help but feel the need to cheer you up. “Why can’t Jesus play basketball?”

“I dunno,” you answered, confused by his random question.

“Because he’s nailed to a cross!” That set him off into a fit of giggles, you couldn’t help joining in. His laughter seemed to be contagious. “Names Jerome. What’s yours crybaby?”

“It’s YN,” you pouted at him, “Am not a crybaby! I’m five, totally not a baby at all.”

“Yup, such a big girl,” he mocked, pretending to wipe tears off of his face, “Come on, let’s go play something.”

You shifted uncomfortably, wiping the tears from your eyes, “What about the giant snake?”

“Mom’s snake won’t hurt ya. Now let’s go!” He took your hand and pulled you out of your hiding spot. “What to do…”

For the night, Jerome and you were partners in pranking crime. The night came to an end when the circus was basically empty and most of the crew was on the search for a five year old girl. One of the Grayson adults found you, taking you away from Jerome and back to your father.

Since that night we were best friends. Well the best you could be when you saw each other one week a year. Jerome quickly became your first crush, kiss, and so on. As you grew older the both of you managed to keep in touch through email.

Flash forward a couple of years and you had your own apartment. You vowed to get your own place as soon as had hit eighteen. Your father had been mentally and physically abusive and your mother was too far off to care about anything.

Honestly, it was one of the best freedoms you had. No more fighting just peace. Best of all, Jerome’s circus was going to hit Gotham again and you would get to see him soon.

The week seemed to drag on. Time always slowed when you were looking forward to something.

You checked your email the day before the circus was due to come.

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From: Jerome Valeska

Subject: Don’t come

I’ve got something planned. Don’t come to see me. Give me your address and I’ll go see you. ————————————————

You frowned at the email, but sent one back with your address. That was strange to say the least. Usually you opened an email up to a joke or a story about what he did or a prank he did. But this email, it sent some fear into your system. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore or he found someone?

That was it. You didn’t get any emails back and you definitely didn’t attempt to get a response back. You went about your normal schedule, a strange fear in your stomach all the while.

Two days passed this way and you were sick of it. He probably wasn’t going to come and just drop you. On the third at you wanted until twelve before giving up and going to bed.

You woke up, feeling as if someone were watching you. “Hello?” You asked the darkness, sleepily, despite everything horror movies taught. There was something familiar about the person with you.

The light was flicked on and illuminated the room. You were met with a familiar figure, “Jerome? That better not be blood.” Instant anger overcame you, “What did that bitch do to you?”

Grabbing a near by shirt, you went to clean the blood that seemed to come from his face and arms. “Wait,” you noticed there weren’t any cuts, “This isn’t your blood. What did you do Jerome?”

“Looks like I’ve got bad news for you, dollface,” he looked like he was crying, “She’s dead,” he started to laugh at the top of his lungs like it was the best joke of his life.

“Oh, har har har,” you rolled your eyes, “What is this? Fake blood?”

“Exactly that, it’s made with powdered sugar and cocoa. Here have a taste,” he ran a finger through the blood and stuck it in your mouth, “Delicious isn’t it?”

You spit it out as soon as the metallic taste hit. “Jerome, what the hell?” You shouted and pushed him away.

“You know I don’t lie, crybaby. The whore’s dead and I’m quitting the circus. Not this exact moment that would look too shady. Doll, you should have been there? ‘Jerome, no! What are you doing? I love you!’” He spoke, seeming to be confident about not being caught.

“What are you going to do? You killed someone, you’re covered in blood, and..you fucking broke into my apartment! Wh-”

He was right, besides if anyone could pull one over the cops it was him. “Okay, fine, you’re right. No reason at all to work.” You pressed chaste kiss to his lips, “Don’t do anything stupid. Go take a shower and get to bed.”

A smirk graced his lips, before he saluted you, “Yes ma'am!”

You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to bed. “Goodnight, killer!”

“Sleep tight, doll!”

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