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#come to my face and say that they were raised like siblings i dare you—there’s a whole small point that
stressed-bird · 2 years
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Four-Eared MK AU
Act 1: Macaque accepted the baby but... now what?
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Listen... I have ravaged the tags and aus and blogs of so many people and eventually made my own to satisfy my insatiable hunger for more monkie family content—ahem
This is very summarized, there’s lots of small details I’m not including for the sake of getting it all laid down and on the board /lh
We (Stressed) believe in keeping the trend going about monkies being born in mystical ways.
There’s Sun Wukong, who I am electing to have in this au born from a rock—yes—but it was a rock that over many hundreds of years was collecting magic in it that one day during a storm was hit by a bolt of lightning which is why it cracked in half and surrendered the stone egg that a monkie promptly escaped from with some pre-existing celestial magic properties (Heaven created its own problem /lh)
And you know I am 100% behind the headcanon that Macaque was born from a hurricane/storm and the remnants of said heaven-sent storm (his canonical title from somewhere of “Great Sage of the Informing Winds” only further sold me on this hc)
Meaning of course that MK must have his own mystic monkie origins—and you are right
MK was born of a crystal-encased rock that was initially infused with the magic of swk, swallowed by accident by Macaque, and promptly left for a few many years to soak up the shadow and demonic-celestial magic of Macaque’s dead body that was 6 feet under
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But this isn’t a face-hugger situation where he bursted from mac’s chest—no, what happened os that Macaque was casually revived by Lady Bone Demon and sent on his way by her... and after a day or so of being alive and having something in his throat, he takes a moment to try and cough it out and nearly coughs his lungs out in the process but successfully spits out a crystal (rock)
And has the incredible idea of... breaking it. See what happens because this sussy little thing was in his chest and he needs answers
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But once the rock is broken, out of it seeps shadow magic (that could easily be recognized as like mac’s not but exactly his) that materializes and coalesces into a baby monkey demon
Macaque is watching this happen with deep confusion (and a lot of denial)
But he can’t escape fatherhood as baby mk has seen him and already instinctively recognized their similarity and is clinging to the older demon like a... well, a baby monkey—
So several attempts to leave the child behind later (from walking away (baby mk hitches a ride in mac’s shadow for this) to handing it away to a human village to be raised (baby mk learns the word Ma from this and shadow teleported to mac’s location for this)) eventually Macaque gives the child a chance
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So now Mac has a child... but what do you do after?
The answer is no one knows and Macaque just puts his new demon infant in the shadow of his scarf close to him and feeds him (names him eventually Xiaotian, Qi (firstname, surname) mangoes (it’s tragic he doesn’t love plums too but at least it wasn’t peaches, mac would’ve never coped nor recovered) regularly and they travel the ancient world as it modernizes
The shadow demon no longer really chasing after the Sun anymore, he now has a child he has to look after and he gives him the unconditional attention he deserves (mac is projecting but it’s helping him cope and if spite to be better to xiaotian than swk was to him is what he needs to become a better man, you go girl i guess)
And 200 years have passed more or less, 200 years of Macaque bringing what is now essentially a child and not really a small baby demon anymore with him as they roam the land and live a nomadic life. A life is that is promptly shut down after Macaque wanders close to the territory of the Iron Bull clan and is met by Princess Iron Fan that looks at the two monkies and calls out that Mac has no clue how to be rearing a child
She’s right, and the demon has to eventually concede to her point, to which she gives the demon a deal (because that was her intention this entire time, she sensed a powerful demon nearby and sought to make an ally of them since... well, her husband’s land is being nipped at and eaten up by opportunistic rival demons since he got sealed under a mountain a few years ago and she can only defend so much land alone while also having child red son under her care
Discovering the powerful demon is the six-eared macaque (who she does know of since her husband and swk were bond-brothers before they disowned each other and swk always had the other monkey close by) who also has a little demon child only made it easier for her to make a deal on the spot that would help them both
Macaque gets a safe territory and new home (she suspects the demon monkies have drifted apart since there’s no swk in sight and mac probably lived on flower fruit but ffm is of course owned by swk) AND a safe place to rear his own demon spawn
And she gets a competent and strong demon as an ally to help her defend the Iron Bull clan’s territory)
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Macaque agrees and Iron Fan is now technically his Land Lady as he stays in her territory semi-permanently (this does make Red Son and Mk now childhood friends—they’re something else and their friendship looks so dysfunctional but is actually reasonably functional.
I mean, red son is a literal hothead and mk has been a wild feral child and is raised by Macaque—mk can be snide and a little shit and biting with his words but still a good empathetic person that understands what red son says and what he means)
(Example being like in the season 3 episode where red son is yelling at mk if he wants milk and an extra blanket in what sounds like a sarcastic tone but is actually a genuine tone since he does get mk that milk and extra blanket)
They have nicknames for each other—Red Son calling mk well.. “Monkie Kid” and “Monkie Boy” and “Pebble Brain” (MK has taken the Monkie Kid nickname in stride)
MK calls Red Son many things from “Sparks” and “Firecracker” to “Hot Head”, he does still use Red’s name—his name isn’t long enough to warrant the constant use of a nicknames unless to be teasing
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And that’s the pre-episode 1 content because... it goes somewhere it does- >:3
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At the end, we have established a baseline for this AU now:
- MK is the child of Shadowpeach, Raised only by Macaque (and SWK is unaware of his existence, likewise MK is unaware he has a second dad)
- Princess Iron Fan and Macaque are proper allies (friends even? neither care to elaborate beyond “ally”)
- MK and Red Son are childhood friends (this is indeed set up for Spicynoodles, may become Chimerashipping eventually)
- Macaque is semi-redeemed (the monkie animosity is still there but he’s not trying to be actively antagonistic nor helpful to LBD’s plans, his sharp anger tempered by parenthood, very open to proper “redemption” under the right conditions)
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cassanderasblog · 6 months
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Chapter 1 : Broken
Yandere Shoto x reader x yandere Goro x yandere others
Warning : rape , mention of rape , proposing marriage to young person, incest
Authors note: 🎶
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You are running relentlessly, the voices of men calling you back but you ignored each and every one of them.... You just want to go home ... To shoto and Goro.... you can't help but smile... Your uncle is dead... The person who made you life a misery is dead!!!
Hiro san killed him!! But you never thought that he will ask your hand in marriage....you were his son's wife!!! You didn't even know why he said that!!!! You don't want to do anything with him...
Flashback
"Did she slept with you???"
Your uncle asked him with a an angered face... Your maternal uncle he was the one who raised you up and he was the one who raped you too.... He was obsessed with your mother his half sister but your mother died giving birth to you and he hates you for it...
Until you turned 12....
He started to see your mother in you... And then it happened.... You were left crying beneath him as he cooed and fondled your abused body... Repeating again and again how he will not let you go.... He was a powerful politician so you knew you can never run away from him...
Until Shoto proposes that he will marry you and take you away from that monster ...but it was before he ran away..... And today you uncle came to annual the engagement... And Shoto's father refused.... They don't know what your uncle did with you but they knew you don't liked him and didn't want to stay with him...
You tried to say something but your uncle slapped you.. and said something that made the siblings and Master Hiro shocked and angered...
"Oh don't think you could fool me .... I know the slut you are.... You said I raped you? You were asking for it!! Hahahaha... "
You head down and you tears falling from your cheeks but soon enough to multiple gunshots were heard... The Tanaka brothers and their father shoted holes in the man. You trembled.... It not the first time you had seen blood ..but you can't believe that your tormentor is dead.... So easily???
Hiro slipped out of his blazer and covered you with it lifting you up and placing you on his lap.... He brushed your hair aside to rub the slap mark.. you flinched when he did that....
"I'm sorry"
"It's ok sir it was not your fault..."
"No not it was my fault dear.... You were under me for so long yet I ignored what was happening... My son ran away and I still neglected the fact....I should have had married you..."
You raised you eyebrows??? Looked at the man shocked... Did he misspoke??? Married you??? Or married you to his sons??? You looked at the boys and they looked equally shocked..
But Hiro nuzzled into your neck....
"I should have had made you my wife soon... Given you children.... So that you have had been safer..."
You panicked... you just now got away from one tormentor!!! No it can't be true ... Why??? Gods why you??? You pushed him away roughly as he pressed his thumb on your lower lips. And started to run.
"Y/n come back here right now!!!!this instant"
But your body was on auto pilot...the people were shocked when they saw you running but no one dared to move... The last thing you heard when you exited the building was.
"Run rabbit run.... just wait till I catch you.~~"
You entered the mansion shivering. Your body covered with the blazer that Hiro gave you and your whole body wet. You hurridely started to go upstairs when you stopped when you heard their voice .
"So how does exchanging information gone with my father??"
You stopped in tracks.. it was Shoto's voice but filled with venom. You didn't turned around but still said.
"Sorry shoto I didn't go there to share information, I just go there to annual our engagement. My uncle is dead so there is no.."
Suddenly something hard hit the back of your head. You fall forward . It was a glass.. you touched the back of your head ....it's bleeding.... You stood back somehow and tried to walk away.
"Shoto we can talk tomorrow.."
"Oh... Why what happened???? Hiding the truth??? Can't hear it???"
Goro senced something and tries to stop shoto from saying something further but until then the damage was done.You even with your half hazy mind up one step on the stair only to pulled back by hair to face shoto .
" So what did he offered you??? Did my brothers fucked you or my father did ???? I bet it was my father whom you slept with after all the blazer is his..."
And that made not only your but Saitama's and Goro's eye widen. Your eyes filled with so much hurt suddenly that tears started to flow down your cheeks. The slap mark evident in your cheek so clearly that Shoto hurriedly let you hair go and step back saying a weak sorry.
You laughed bitterly making the hearts of the three men clench painfully. And then looked directly into Shoto's eyes.
"Sorry ; for I tried to merely exist and be happy...."
You turned around and ran to your room. You were right... You can't trust anyone.....noone is yours...not even god . Your tears were flowing down your cheeks as you locked the door and slumped on the Floor against it your eyes closing as the pain started to numb.
Shoto was trembling.....was he wrong???? He looked at his hand covered in blood... Your blood he hurted you .....he ....Goro was trying to calm Shoto down... As he sent Saitama to your room to dress your wound.
Saitama gentle unlocked the door and saw that you were sleeping in bed....the bandage already around your head. Your cheeks had dried tears on it..... He tried to pat your head .... He can't deny it anymore... He loves you... He wants you to be playful with him like the past.
He wants you to trust him.... But as soon as his hand touched your head you sat on the bed and got away from his reach. He was too hurt to say anything at that moment. You looked at him with distrust in eyes coiling your body to hide it.
"I... The dinner will be ready in a few you want to eat in the room of in the hall with young master...."
You said nothing. Looking away... You don't want to stay here another second....
" I will come to find you after the food will be plated..."
With that he left. You need to leave the place....and that's what you were going to do....
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"Is it alright??? Can I really go and say sorry???"
Shoto asked goro.
in fact Goro himself was not sure if it will make you trust on them again. As soon as they pushed he door open then were meet by an empty room with so trace of life in it. Goro touched the bed ....it's cold... You had been gone for atleast hour...
"G-goro san!!"
He looked at shoto who was holding a paper in his trembling hands. He stood up and walked to shoto to see what it was....
It was a letter left by you..
"Sorry to trouble you till now... Now you are free.. I will never come to you people again ...even if I'll die... I promise you will not hear even about my death.... I don't have much but I hope the money in my card will compensate the things you and Goro san bought for me... I'm not taking anything with me only the dress that I wore while I entered the mansion... Have a gorgeous life :)"
And they both looked down to see the black card .... Your black card . Shoto slumped back on the ground....crying while the Shoto Tanaka in his head was cursing him. While Goro ran to call for Saitama .
" find her... She don't have too much money in her hands... she won't be too far....bring her back by any means."
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"I was shocked when you contacted m.... What happened to your head??!!!"
"Non of your concern just take me away.."
" Child you won't talk to me like that.... I'm letting this time go... Adrian call the doctors right now .. your baby sis is injured.."
"It's not that deep its ok..."
"Hushh.. child lay down you are injured maybe you had lost blood too... I don't want my only daughter to die just after she accepted to come back home willingly with me"
You said nothing , but your eyes started to fill as he forcefully laid you down on his lap and asked driver to drive slowly so that you won't get injured more. You dont deserve this... Why is he doing this much??? Why??? What does he wants???
You looked at him sadly and said before falling unconscious due to tiredness....
"I don't have much to give you.... But I promise Ill be the best sword and shield you could ever ask for...."
He smiled sadly looking at your sleeping form pulling you close to hug you carefully not to hurt your wound..
"I don't want anything my little baby ...... I just want to keep my daughter happy.... Is that too much to ask as a father ???"
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Hello again 🙋🏻‍♀️! I couldn't stay away from your blog much longer, treating myself a full binge of your beautiful work on my evening off 😋.
So, I come with another meow meow Daemon thingy, where he's betrothed to a sharp Stark lady who's ruthless with him and he's like 😍; So he's geting "ahem" impatient at the wedding, losing control and trying to touch her. I'll leave the rest to you as I trust in this vivid imagination 😄.
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A Ring is Merely Jewelry and Marriage a Contract
Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Summary: You had a lot to say to your father about his plans to marry you off to house Targaryen. And though you thought the prince was as appalled by the match as you are, something rewired his brain when he saw you. Direwolf against dragon anyone? Dare to place your bet on who wins?
Word Count: 5k+
Warnings: Misogyny, arranged/forced marriage, fem!reader, snarky!reader, annoying!Daemon, enemies to lovers(?), father's reader is sick and coughs every other moment, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS IN MY INBOX!!!!! '... couldn't stay away from your blog much longer' begs the question why were you staying away in the first place 🤨 I'm so glad you think im amazing <3 SLAY yuh. my heart goes boom but i have to admit, the prompt stumped me a bit. so hopefully you enjoy what I made. i enjoyed writing it myself Also, I don't know much about game of thrones lore so im just making stuff up as i go SKSKASKFA:SF I LOVE LONG HAIRED DAEMON GAAH LOOK AT HIM ALL PETTY AND PATHETIC WITH THAT DRAGON EGG Part 2 anyone "Fire & Havoc"
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I slam my hands on the table, "I WILL NOT GO, FATHER!"
He is unfazed by the ruckus I cause and only proceeds to eat his breakfast.
"You told me I could choose whom I marry," I whine, "you swore it. I-"
"But that was before," he speaks plainly, offering me a mere look after.
I scoff, twice as wronged because I knew exactly what he meant. "Cregan!" I call to my older and only other sibling, "surely you do not-"
"This matter does not concern your brother," my father dismisses.
"Oh," I stand from my seat and glare at my father, "does it not" I scoff yet again, "when he will surely benefit from the marriage you are suggesting with that horrid prince-"
"Silence!" my father takes his turn slamming his hand on the table. For a moment, the two of us glare at each other. He continues after taking a deep breath, "you are to pack, leave your wolf and-"
"Leave my wolf?!"
"-to travel to King's Landing at once, with not a single complaint."
My jaw slacks in utter disbelief. My fists tighten in rage.
Cregan, who had been spectating silently the entire time, finally drops his fork and swallows the food in his mouth, "father, don't you think making her leave without Ha-"
"ENOUGH!"
Both Cregan and I stiffen at the echo of our father's voice. However, his body proceeds to rattle with an intense cough.
The anger in me fades into concern when his ragged barks do not cease. Before I could gather my skirts and go to him, he raises his hand and forces him breath to even, "enough."
Rickon looks back to me and the hollowness of his face is suddenly apparent, "I will not argue over this any further, daughter."
"But, fa-"
"You are a Stark," he sighs, "cunning, strong, and capable, but when I die, all that I have will pass to your brother," he leans against his chair, "and even though I know he would not abandon you, the fool will surely not remember you enough to keep you safe."
"But I don't need him to be safe, I-"
"The world will not allow it," he manages before choking into another cough.
As Cregan gives the old man a drink, I feel tears glass my eyes out of spite.
Rickon does not accept the cup upon seeing my expression.
"It is not fair," I mutter under a jagged breath.
He sighs, "if it were up to me, I would-"
"You cannot make me leave my wolf," I point accusingly, "you cannot make me go to him, as though I am a subservient entity with no mind and no desires."
My father speaks my name, but I am not having it.
"If you are so hellbent on me marrying that insolent younger Targaryen that you waste your dying wish on him," I seethe, anger leaving me in a form of bitter of tears, "then I will do as my Lord Stark commands," I offer a fake curtsy.
My father calls me again, another cough takes possession of him.
"But know this," I say as I straighten myself up, "if he dares lay a finger on me, I will slit his throat. And if he is a good enough warrior to survive my blade, then he will slit my throat for my treason," I move away from my seat, "and when my blood waters the earth, father, it will be because of your dying wish."
"ENOUGH!" Cregan demands, pointing at me angrily.
By the time my the coughs reverberating in the dining room dampens, I've already made my way out.
There was a part of me that regrets leaving home like that. But it was precisely Rickon Stark who imparted his great pride upon me. I could not even bring myself to look at him before I left, though Cregan bribed me with my own wolf to have me speak to our father.
She new I was leaving, Havoc. I nearly jumped out of my carriage when I heard her desperate howls. I found that my door was locked from the outside and the idea enraged me enough that I nearly broke the window open.
But then it dawned to me that it was pointless.
Even if I managed to get out of my prison, I would be shipped to King's Landing either way, only this time, I would have worn everyone's patience thinner.
You could only imagine the state of my own patience when I arrived at my horrid destination.
It was unbelievably sweltering and unimaginably cold all at once.
Him, tenfold, that Daemon Targaryen.
Not only did he place no efforts in welcoming me, it seems he ordered my chambers to be at the opposite of his, to make things more annoying and more difficult for everyone.
Fine.
It seems he did not want me, and I did not want him. We at least had something in common we could work on.
Today marked the 10th day of my stay in this wretched place. Each morn, I would seek audience with my betrothed and yet his handmaiden would curtsy to me and say, "the Prince is not here, my lady."
I chuckle dryly in disbelief and make an effort not to snap at the woman, for I knew she was not at fault, "and have you expressed my tenacity to seek audience with him. I-- Lady Stark, who has defeated my Lord suitors in combat, and would gladly attack him for less if he continues ignoring my existence-- seek his audience" I nod feverously, "have you expressed this to him?"
My words are visibly unsavory to her ears, "I have, your grace."
My face twitches as I avert my gaze away from the woman. But not even the sight of the blue sky halts the way my chest vibrates in annoyed laughter, "then he is more insolent than I could have ever hoped," I release a sharp shudder, "and I am to be wed to him in two days time."
I turn back to the perturbed maid, "what jovial news, don't you agree-- Bethany, was it?"
She nods her head as her face twists in fear.
I take deep breaths to calm myself and screw my eyes shut at the feel of sweat dripping down my nape because of the fucking climate of this wretched place.
I rub the back of my neck roughly as I open my eyes and force a smile, "then shall you lead me to the training grounds?"
"As you command," she shakes her head, "but I am sure the prince is not-"
"Not for him," I blurt, "for me."
Her brows knit, "... your grace, I-"
"And I do not mean the royal training grounds. It's utterly boring there. I mean the area where those Gold Cloaks train. Do you know what I speak of?"
Bethany quickly nods.
"Yes, that's the one. I am fucking sick of doing nothing all day, and so I might as well entertain myself before I end up killing someone."
I do not have enough patience to explain the light jest in my tone after hearing how roughly she gulps.
Bethany wordlessly escorts me to the training grounds, where I then see about a dozen men, sweaty and loud, as they spar and practice together.
I find myself releasing a sigh of relief at the sight before me, and promptly dismiss Bethany with a nod.
The moment she goes on her way, however, I call out to her, remembering my own poor handmaiden, "might I ask one last favor before you leave?"
Bethany nods, "of course, my lady."
"Please inform Belidea of my whereabouts. She is a terrible worry wart and I cannot stand the sound of her high pitched nags."
"Of course, my lady," she repeats more urgently.
I nod, "very good. You have my thanks."
Once she is gone, I make my way to the training grounds, and my mere presence commands the attention of the soldiers.
"My lady," a man with brown hair and a long beard nods, walking over to me with his golden cloak swaying behind him.
I nod back at him, "who is the commander of this training session?"
"That would be me, my lady."
I smile at him and introduce myself, "you are welcome to call me simply by my name."
"I do not wish to offend Prince Daemon," he says, then adding, "Ser Phineas, at your service, Lady Stark."
"A pleasure," I say, "though I must correct you in your belief that your beloved prince even knows of my existence."
"Nonsense," he shakes his head, "his head is heavy with thoughts of your marriage."
I snort, "you don't say? You are acquainted with his insolence well then?"
Phineas lets out an uncomfortable cough, My lips curve at it.
"I would not myself assume to be well-acquainted with our prince at all."
"Hmm," I cross my arms, "very well then, ser Phineas. I wonder then if you would allow me the warm regard your dragon born did not when I arrived to King's Landing."
The man bows in response.
"I would like to spar with your finest swordsman."
He lifts his face to me.
"I am terribly bored and quite frankly annoyed by the continuous absence of my beloved," I suck in a deep breath, "and so I should like to relieve my stress rather than allow it to fester within me."
He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again, square shoulders relaxing, "Ah. I would gladly instruct the lady in the art of-"
I raise a finger at him, "I did not ask to be taught," I cut him off, "and if it is you who you believe to the best amongst your peers, then I shall warn you not to twist my words and delude yourself to be better than I, simply because you are a man."
I see how his expression shifts at my words. Phineas sucks in a a breath from his nostrils, "Lady Stark, I do not wish to harm you, nor do I think it would be wise for you to rile up the prince, if that is-"
"Bold of you to think you could harm me, first of all," I say walking off to the circle him, "second of all, if you bring up the prince again, I will rip your cloak off and use it as a towel," I rub my forehead, "the heat of this place is unbearable."
"It must be polar opposite to the frost up North," he says, turning to me when I make it back in front of him.
"It is," I state, "now. Will you let me spar, or will I have to provoke you even more?"
He is unable to control the curl of amusement from his lips.
The whole training ground clears and crowds around us as we make it its center. Phineas turns to his brothers-at-arms and then back to me as he twists his sword in his hands for show, "I will go-"
"Easy on me?" I roll my eyes and finish for him, stabbing my sword on the ground before me so that I can stretch, "I would advise you otherwise, since I am as adept with the blade in a skirt, as I am without." I roll my shoulder back as I smirk, "it would hurt your fragile ego too much if you should lose to me too quickly."
The crowd mumbles at my haughty remark.
Phineas chuckles but shows no trace of annoyance or anger.
I smile at his composure and pull my sword up, pointing it to him, "enough chat."
"MY LADY, NO!" the frantic voice of my handmaiden calls out. All eyes turn to her as she makes her way through the crowd and makes herself visible to me.
"Belidea," I call, "just in time for the show."
"Please," she catches her breath, adding lowly, "do not make a spectacle of yourself."
I roll my eyes, "then would you like to spar with him?"
Belidea only continues to heave as I offer her the weapon in my hand.
I raise a brow at her and go back to my stance, "then be still and silent."
Phineas readies himself, "you can still-" but the sound of my steel crashing against his effectively shut him up.
It seems, finally, after all this time, I have finally merited the attention of the prince.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Daemon barks, beholding his beloved Gold Cloaks, worn out, battered and beaten, with several injured.
Having taken a moment to drink some water, I see the long silver hair on his back and find my brows raising at the sight of it.
The man I was drinking with, Elias, chokes on his water and wipes his lips quickly with his wrist. He leans and mutters to me, "that's the prince, my lady."
"Yes," I shift on my leg, "it is obvious, it is not?"
Faced with frantic faces, Daemon is still with rage at the lack of answers.
"Betrothed," I call from behind him the moment I am near. With my hair wild out of its original hairstyle, and my skirt ripped short out of my own rage towards it, I curtsy at him with my hands behind my back.
My eyes do not leave the Targaryen's face as he examines the cuts on my arm and thighs. There was blood on my clothes that was indistinguishable if it were mine or not, but there was a sure darkness behind my eyes. I rise when I speak, "it is a wonder to finally meet you face to face."
Belidea, who was quick to run to my side, shrinks as not to meet the prince's gaze. She quickly makes an effort to wrap the golden cloak I took as my prize to mask my indecency, but I merely push the cloak of me.
"Were you captured?" he quickly interrogates, as if he is concerned.
I scoff and roll my eyes, "as your men are ashamed to admit," I turn to Phineas, who was missing his cloak, "I amused myself by winning all the matches against them."
The man shifts to face me, grabbing the fabric of what used to be part of my sleeve, "and this looks like winning to you?"
I rip the fabric off me using I had in my palms and step forward, motioning to the side, "does that?"
He bares his profile to me as he examines his battered men. A curve forms on his lips and it makes my eyes narrow in anger.
"All of you morons lost to the lady?" he calls loudly, ending his words with a chuckle.
I fidget with the dagger in my hand.
Upon catching this, Phineas places a hand on my arm. I turn to him with a dirty look that immediately makes him withdraw.
"Is it so hard to believe, Prince Daemon?"
Daemon turns back to me, eyes bright, matching his grin, "no, I am impressed."
I scoff, "because you do not believe my might."
He steps closer to me, eyes flickering to the dagger I was still playing with, "perhaps you would grace me with a demonstration-"
"Go fuck yourself," I blurt, throwing the dagger off to the side before storming off.
And as shocked as he was, Daemon was more so excited than anything.
It seems he was so moved by my performance that he finally came to me instead of the other way around. He, however, lacked the decency I had and came to me in the darkness of night.
It took everything in my not to ram into him and strike him with the comb I was using when he rudely walked in my chambers. I controlled myself for the sake of the poor servants that would behold my massacre.
"What do you want?" I blurt, eyeing him from my vanity.
Daemon, who was in his own sleeping attire it seems, smiles softly as he places his hands behind his back, "my lady wife has been seeking my audience."
I slam my comb on my vanity and cause my maids to gasp. I march in front of the seemingly further amused prince and clench my jaw at the sight of him, "the mere fact you are referring to me as your wife tells me that I should not seek your audience at all."
He chuckles at my words, linking his hands in front of him. Daemon hums, "I see. You do not wish to wed me."
I scoff, "and a few hours ago, you shared the same sentiment." I tilt my head up at him in annoyance, but it seems the sight of the blood on my clothes has made you change your fickle mind."
He chuckles more loudly this time, "that was because I was fed lies about marrying an obedient wife that wanted nothing but to sire me strong heirs with the will of Starks and Targaryens."
"And what pig shat out that crap?"
"That would be the lords of the council," he smiles, "but clearly they have not met you."
I lick my teeth at his expression, "do not act so pleased, as though you have won me over."
"Worry not, my dear, the dragon in me so burns at the challenge."
I shake my head and roll my eyes at him, "do not speak to me of your dragon," I step away from him, "it does not entice me."
I catch sight of my servants as Daemon laughs. I promptly dismiss them as the prince makes his way to my bed and sits on the side, "ah yes. I was wondering why I had yet to behold your famous direwolves."
I cross my arms as he presses his lips into a pleased smile, "would they not fare well in this weather? Is that why you did not bring yours?"
"Are you quite comfortable, my prince?"
His shoulders shake in amusement, "I am."
"Then do not be surprised if you do not make it out of here alive," I say as I stalk towards him.
Daemon give me a lopsided smirk, "they did not allow you any weapons, as your brother warned."
"A comb would be a good weapon as any," I blurt, grabbing the said object from my vanity and pointing it to him as I stand before him.
I am surprised that he does not laugh at my words. He is wise not to anger me any further.
"You must admit it is better that you and I end up with each other."
"And why would I ever admit that," I whisper through grit teeth.
"Because you and I are the same," he says, standing.
"We are not the same."
Daemon turns to the comb still pointed at him as he walks closer, "I too would make a weapon out of anything I could get my hands on."
I lean towards him, dropping my comb, to grab his collar, "that does not make us the same."
He releases a hot breath that hits my face. As I glare at him, his hands land on my sides, making me jolt. I promptly shove him off when I feel his unwelcome touch, "fuck off."
He reels back, but does not fall on my bed. I gaze upon him with anger and wrap my arms around myself, annoyed by the goosebumps that form on my skin.
"If you shall call to me again, I will hastily answer."
I grunt, "Fuck. Off."
He offers me one last chuckle as he nods, "I look forward to our wedding."
I do not.
The hour comes swiftly despite this.
We were now in the dining hall on either side of the king. The two brothers were making merry, yet I was making no effort to hide my distaste.
"I heard that you made a spectacle of the Gold Cloaks, sister," Queen Aemma spoke, making me turn to her as she caressed the bump of her belly.
I looked at her smile and pitied how she was reduced to nothing but a baby maker.
"Uncle went from denying your existence to praising the very ground you walked on," Rhaenyra adds, mischief written all over her face. Her mother to scolds her, to which she responds, "what, it's true?"
"I so would like to know how good you are with blades. It is not everyday that we hear of a woman warrior," King Viserys chuckles, and it makes me snap.
"Well it is not everyday that a father allows his daughter to practice her strength," I coldly remark, turning from him to Rhaenyra, "I heard you dissuade the princess from going on dragonback though it is in her very nature to be drawn to it."
Daemon chuckles as his older brother goes quiet.
I catch sight of my impeding doom's amusement, and turn away from him. That very moment, the dining hall's doors open and I find myself shooting up from my seat.
No matter ho much of a solid fortress I convinced myself to, the moment I saw my brother walk in with my father being carried by two of our men in a litter, I was crumbling at the very seams.
I feel the Targaryens burn their eyes on me but I do not care.
The moment my family is before me, I clench my jaw.
"My King, My Queen, My Prince, My Princess," Cregan smiles between the royal faces then turns to me, "dear sister."
"Lord Rickon," Viserys greets, "Lord Cregan."
"I hope you have taken kindly to my daughter, Prince Daemon," my father mutters with a strained voice.
I do not tear my gaze from my father, whose illness was clearly getting the better of him.
"She was surely the pride of your house," Daemon says, "and now she will be the pride of mine."
The old fool nods at the prince's words, and I feel bitterness coat my tongue. My father seemingly wanted to say something, but his cough decides he won't before he can even open his mouth.
Cregan takes it as a cue to take him away. He gives me a look, "father wished to tell you that you are the perfect bride."
I watch as they make their way to their spot.
I cannot bring myself to move an inch from where I was standing as tears coat my cheeks. It was all a betrayal. It was all so much colder than the Northern snow I find myself yearning for. How could they allow this to happen to me? How could my-
"Go to him."
I turn to my side, finding Daemon's face as he repeats, "go to him."
Before I know it, I am standing behind my father who had just caught his breath from the coughs he started.
Cregan calls my name once he notices me, and this causes Rickon to turn over his shoulder and make me grind my teeth.
"You fool," I mutter bitterly, "you old, fucking fool."
Cregan places a hand on me. My father calls my name, and it brings me to my knees. I grab onto his cold and thin arm, thinking how it felt nothing like the hand that guided me in my youth.
"Do not waste your tears on this old, fucking fool, daughter."
I look up to him and see tears on his face. I shake my head, "papa," I whine, "don't do this to me. You can still take back your word."
"Sister, that is enough," Cregan hushes.
Rickon places his other hand on my head and sighs, "he does not deserve you," he inhales, "that much I agree."
"Then make this right! Release me-"
"So make him deserve you," he catches my chin, "make him as loyal as your wolf," he coughs twice, "or feed him to Havoc yourself."
Our father rattles out into another fit out coughs.
Cregan pulls me to my feet and sighs. He pulls me to the side yet the sound of coughing does not fade. "He has only worsened since you've gone."
I suck in a breath and will my tears away.
"I pray you release your grudges, before it's too late."
I scoff, "easy for you to say when everything is easy for you, brother," I push his hand off me, "you are the heir, you are in charge."
He calls my name in frustration, "you know damn well that is not what I meant."
"Worry not," I scoff in annoyance, "I will do as our father instructs," I turn to the said man, "as always. I will make him as loyal as Havoc," I gulp, turning to the prince who was already looking at me, "or feed him to her myself."
Cregan watches as I storm all the way back to my seat.
The rest of the events are a blur, the toast, the ceremony, the merrymaking I was clearly not a part of.
But it doesn't matter. What matters is that I could now feel Havoc's warmth against me. She had nearly tackled me to the ground when we were reunited. She felt my heartache and whined with me as I emptied my sorrows on her fur.
Though she spoke no words to me, she provided the best comfort I could ever ask for. Havoc and I have been bonded ever since she was born. She knew nothing but me and I knew nothing but her.
And so when she began to snarl, I felt her protectiveness in my bones.
I turn to the direction of her anger and see my husband still in his spot.
"You are wise not to tread any nearer," I mutter to him as I stand to my feet. Havoc stands beside me. I command her to stand down and lie on her belly. She is reluctant but obedient.
Daemon places his hands behind his back, "I hope you know that it was a mistake for them to bring her to the dragon pit."
"I am not a fool, I would not bring Havoc anywhere near your-"
"I will introduce Caraxes to her slowly," he cuts me off, "though I confess, I do not know how he would react."
I tilt my head to him and measure his words, "and why would you do that?"
"Because she belongs to wife," he spokes as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
When he stretches his hand out to me, Havoc reacts with another snarl.
"Enough, Havoc," I command her, placing a hand on her snout, making her soften her warning sounds.
"Would you introduce me to her?" the prince asks, hand reaching out to me.
I feel a pit in my stomach. There a loud voice was screaming loudly in disagreement, screaming to allow Havoc her carnal desire. Yet the voice of my father rings in my mind, 'make him loyal'. At the same time, the feeling of Daemon's gentle touch as he kissed me after our vows plays in my head.
I turn to Havoc, back to Daemon, and step once so I could reach the prince's palm. Once I have him in my grip, Havoc begins to snarl loudly again. I scold her and pull Daemon behind me. I ignore the way my stomach drops when his other hand rests on my waist. Though the touch is uninvited, I do not fight him off for the sake of keeping Havoc calm.
I place my hand atop Daemon's and link my fingers in his then place his palm on my wolf's large, furry head.
Havoc does not appreciate it, I can feel it. And yet, she does nothing but snarl as she feels Daemon's hand on her.
"He is my husband, sweet girl," I hush her, placing my other hand on her back, "you will not eat him."
Daemon chuckles, then presses closer behind me. I feel my body ignite when his chest meets my back.
He proceeds to speak in another tongue, and to my surprise, Havoc tilts her head at him and dampens her threats.
"How did you do that?" I mutter, turning to him as well.
Our faces nearly touch when I do, and I make sure not to start, lest I trigger the direwolf.
"My blood runs with magic she recognizes," Daemon mutters, violet eyes peering down at me. My breath hitches when his hand brushes to my belly, "I do not doubt Caraxes will recognize the same in yours."
I turn away from him and pull my hand out of his. I then push him away just as Havoc finally ceases her growls altogether and begins to pant.
I release a sigh and turn to my beloved wolf, "good girl," I praise, grabbing her large face.
Daemon chuckles behind me, "you treat her like she is merely an overgrown pup."
"Well, she is," I say, turning over, finding the prince's soft expression, "and yours is an overgrown lizard."
He tilts his head, "I have not met a lizard who breathes fire."
"I wonder why you look any further," I pull away from Havoc to look at the vast chamber, "so, tell me. If not here, where then shall I keep her?"
He shifts on his legs, "your chambers would be large enough, would it not?"
I narrow my brows, "my chambers?"
He chuckles, "well I cannot force it to be our chambers in the face of your beast now, can I?"
I scoff at this and whistle, making Havoc stand.
Daemon does not break eye contact with me as I walk over to him. I move past him though and beckon my wolf to follow, "I appreciate your candor, prince husband. Perhaps I shall not commit treason after all."
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𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬
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ARCH NEMESIS | RAFE CAMERON X READER | IMAGINE | 
PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Sibling!John B x Reader SYNOPSIS: You're not supposed to like the Kook king because of your brother John B, you two are arch nemesis right? WORD COUNT: 678 WARNING(S): Flirting, teasing, Pogue!Reader, Arch nemesis, Enemies to lovers.
AUTHORS NOTE: Trying to come back to my blog. (yes I'm aware this is similar to my last post Do you hate me sweetheart) I saw this tiktok of this little scene and thought why not.
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Y/N and Rafe Cameron had been sworn enemies for as long as they could remember. She was a Pogue, and he was the arch-nemesis of her older brother, John B. The rivalry between the Pogues and the Kooks was as old as the Outer Banks themselves, and neither side was willing to let it go. Y/N had always believed that it was her duty to despise every Kook, especially Rafe.
But there was one problem. Rafe Cameron wasn't making it easy for her. As much as Y/N tried to maintain her grudge, Rafe had a way of getting under her skin. He was impossibly charming, with those piercing blue eyes and that devilish smile. He seemed to relish the fact that he could turn her world upside down with just a glance.
One sunny afternoon, Y/N found herself alone on the beach, away from the rest of her Pogue friends. She was supposed to be keeping watch, making sure no Kooks dared to set foot on their turf. Little did she know that Rafe had been watching her from a distance, his eyes locked on her every move.
As Y/N scanned the horizon for any intruders, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. She turned to find Rafe, casually leaning against a driftwood log, a smug grin on his face.
"What are you doing here, Kook?" Y/N asked, trying to sound tough but failing miserably as her heart raced.
Rafe chuckled, pushing himself off the log and stepping closer to her. "Just thought I'd come say hi to my favorite Pogue," he replied, his voice dripping with charm.
Y/N crossed her arms, determined not to let her guard down. "I'm supposed to be like your arch-nemesis, remember?"
Rafe raised an eyebrow, and his grin widened. "What are you arching exactly? Your back?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, and she couldn't help but blush. Rafe's proximity was unnerving, and she found herself at a loss for words. This was not how it was supposed to go.
Rafe leaned back slightly, still wearing that infuriating smile. "Come on, Y/N. We don't have to be enemies all the time. I've seen you sneak into the fancy parties, Kook-hunting with your Pogue crew. You're not like the others. You're… intriguing."
Y/N's heart was pounding, torn between her loyalty to her friends and the undeniable chemistry she felt with Rafe. She knew her brother would flip if he found out about this, but there was something about Rafe that she couldn't resist.
"I can't just forget everything, Rafe," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rafe stepped even closer, his hand lightly grazing her arm. "I'm not asking you to forget. Just… consider that maybe we could be more than enemies. We could be something… exciting."
Y/N's head was spinning. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt. She took a deep breath and looked into Rafe's eyes, which were now filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity.
"Okay, Rafe. We can be something more," she said, her voice trembling.
Rafe's grin was positively wicked as he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The waves crashed on the shore, and for that moment, Y/N forgot about the Pogues and the Kooks, the rivalry, and her brother's disapproval. All that mattered was the electrifying connection she shared with her supposed enemy.
Little did they know that their secret romance would set off a chain of events that would test their loyalty, love, and their place in the divided world of the Outer Banks.
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Hi! I’m so happy that you liked the first chapter. Thank you all for reading it!
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Part 3
Chosen|pt2
The girl saw her father landing in the water. Lay’ra quickly ran to her father greeting him. When Tonowari saw his daughter running to him he immediately spread his arms waiting to embrace her and the girl didn’t hesitate to fall into her father’s arms.
Once she pulled away she looked in his eyes.
“Toruk Makto and his family are here” Lay’ra spoke waiting for her father to say something. Tonowari looked at his daughter, his expression hardened. He knew what happened to Lay’ra before she arrived at the Awa’atlu village, before she became his daughter.
Tonowari patted the girls head before turning to the direction of the newcomers. He started walking toward the forest na’vi, Lay’ra was trailing behind him. When they reached them Lay’ra went to her brother and sister only hearing the sully family asking for uturu before zoning out. She wondered why they are here.
She snapped out of the daydreaming when she heard a hiss coming from Neytiri who hissed at Ronal and Ronal hissing back at her. Now usually she would ignore anything similar to this because she knows her mother can handle herself, but this time she felt anger bubbling in her stomach. She hurried to her mother’s side hissing at Neytiri. The girl frowned her eyebrows.
“You seek uturu yet you dare to hiss at our tsahik!” Lay’ra spoke loudly. Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder and that’s when she turned to face the woman.
Ronal like Tonowari knew what Toruk Makto did to Lay’ra, that’s one of the reasons she didn’t want to let them stay. Ronal looked at her daughter’s eyes as if asking should they be allowed to stay or go somewhere else. The girl looked at her mother’s eyes with a soft smile nodding her head. Lay’ra didn’t wouldn’t let them stay out of kindness but because of the children, the children were raised in war and she felt sympathy for them. Tonowari and Ronal exchanged looks before Tonowari spoke out loud saying that the newcomers will be allowed to stay.
Lay’ra heard her father saying that they will teach the newcomers, Ao’nung groaned and went to argue with his father who shut him up, Tsireya was welcoming and helped them carry their things while Lay’ra slowly came closer to Jake Sully offering her hand to take something from him. Jake looked at Lay’ra with sadness in his eyes before slowly giving her some of his things. She didn’t say anything just took what he gave and started walking them to a place that will be their new home.
Lay’ra showed them their home putting things in the corner of the marui. Her sister has already walked off and her brother was nowhere to be seen. The girl was helping the kids taking stuff from them and putting it in the same corner. After she was done she huffed and smiled turning to the family.
“Will you be joining us for communal breakfast tomorrow?” Lay’ra asked tilting her head with a smal smile, mostly trying not to look to Jake or Neytiri.
“Can we?” Asked Neteyam.
“Of course you can and I assume you will” The girl said smiling at him, her tail swinging from side to side.
“I will come and get you in the morning” Lay’ra said walking away from the Sully marui to her family’s one. Lay’ra knew that Tsireya and Ao’nung will take care of them today, she doesn’t need to intervene. So with that thought in mind she walked to her home.
When the days end was nearing and her siblings and parents returned Lay’ra tackled all of them in a hug laughing with such a mischievous smile.
The night went by quickly and when morning rolled around Lay’ra knew she had to get up earlier to go grab the Sullys for communal breakfast. She stood up looking at her already awake parents before silently going to both of them hugging them.
“Good morning” She said sweetly.
“Good morning my child” Ronal replied kissing the girls forehead. Lay’ra just giggled quietly.
“Are you ready for today? As a tsakrem you will have to help Jake Sully and his mate with the lessons” Tonowari said to the girl.
A year after accepting Lay’ra as a daughter, Ronal received a vision, the vision showed Lay’ra as a tsakrem so Ronal decided to accept the said girl to become her apprentice. Although Tsireya was already learning to become a tsahik Ronal decided to make Lay’ra her other tsakrem.
The girl nodded at her father’s words.
“I know, even if it’s my duty I do not want to interact with them but I will teach them just like I teach children. They are the same aren’t they? They know nothing of the way of water.” Lay’ra took her father’s hand in her own before gently squeezing it.
“Oh look at the time I told them I will grab them for communal breakfast I must go”Lay’ra said looking at the villagers going out of their marui homes. She lifted her self up from the ground, letting her father’s hand go before running out of her family’s marui.
The girl ran to the Sully family, greeting all of the villagers that she met on the way before she reached her destination.
“Good morning!” Lay’ra burst in to the marui.
“Good morning” Tuk and Kiri replied sleepily.
“Hi” Lo’ak and Neteyam replied in unison.
Lay’ra smiled warmly at the kids, after all she couldn’t be mad at them. The kids did nothing wrong to her, they might not even remember her. But the parents, when she looked at the parents her smile fell along with her ears. Lay’ra looked coldly at the adults in front of her.
“I came to take you to communal breakfast, follow me” She said before turning her back to them. She slowly started walking, letting the kids chatch up to her, Lay’ra saw the parents move behind their kids slowly following her.
The girl guided them to an open space where there was only sand and a bonfire lit. She saw other na’vi and when the villagers saw her they greeted her with an I see you, the girl returned the gesture to the villagers. Lay’ra saw how the villagers formed a circle around the bonfire. Her father and mother with her siblings were up front.
“Come I will show you where to sit” The girl led the family of 6 to the front, so they could talk things out with the leaders of the clan.
After they were seated she quickly and happily walked to her family before plopping to the sand.
“I’m back and I brought the Sully’s like I said” The girl said turning to her mother.
“That’s good” Ronal said patting her daughter’s head. The girl smiled before her father passed her a leaf with fish and fruits on it.
“Thank you” Lay’ra said to her father as she took the leaf from him.
The girl was unaware of the two pair of eyes looking her way but Ronal was. She glared at Jake and Neytiri who quickly returned to their food. Tonowari sensing he’s wife’s change in the air spoke up.
“I will teach you Jake Sully the way of the water, my mate will teach your wife. The breathing will be taught by our daughter Lay’ra”
The adults ears perked up at hearing the information. Eyes looking between all 3 of them.
“Your children will be taught by my daughter Tsireya and son Ao’nung, Lay’ra will help them if they struggle” Tonowari continued his speech.
“Yes father” The three siblings said in unison.
After Lay’ra was done with breakfast she turned to her father.
“I will go to pick up some shells from the ocean for my new headpiece I’m making. After your done with Jake Sully I will come to take him for the breathing lessons” Them Lay’ra turned to her mother.
“The same goes for Neytiri. I will come to take her for the breathing lessons” The girl said before her mother placed a hand on her cheek and Lay’ra leaned into her mother’s hand.
The girl stood up and walked away to the sea humming a song that Ronal had sung her when she had nightmares about the times before she came here. Lay’ra called her ilu. Gently making tsaheylu, she got on the creature’s back before diving in to the water.
When she was deep enough she broke the bond as gently as when she made it before swimming to pick up the shells. Lay’ra swam picking all the colourful shells putting them in a pouch she had, when she had enough she swam up to the surface calling for her ilu who immediately came to her. When Lay’ra reached the land she saw her father who was walking alongside Jake Sully.
“Father!” The girl shouted waving her hand before she got off of her ilu and ran to her father.
“Is Jake Sully done with his lesson with you?” Lay’ra asked smiling at her father. Tonowari nodded in response.
“That’s great, that means mother must be done with Neytiri?” The girl asked again.
“Yes they should be done by now” Her father answered. Tonowari didn’t want to let his daughter be alone with the ones that hurt her but as a tsakrem she had to fulfil her duties.
Lay’ra turned to Jake her smile disappeared, her ears fell, she held a cold expression and her tail stopped swaying in excitement.
“Then Jake Sully come with me we will go to your mate” She turned around, not before waving her father goodbye, and started walking. Jake followed behind her not saying anything.
When they reached their destination they saw Ronal trying to teach Neytiri to ride an ilu. Neytiri was unsuccessful.
“Mother!” The girl shouted stepping into the water. The water reached her tights, her tail was swaying in the water again from excitement of seeing her mother.
The girls mother turned attention from Neytiri and when she saw her daughter her hard expression turned to a soft one.
“We are done here!” Ronal shouted to Neytiri before swimming to the girl on her ilu. As soon as she was close to the girl she broke the bond with the creature and went to her daughter’s side. She hugged her daughter and cupped her daughter head kissing her forehead.
“Did you find any shells that you like?” Ronal asked Lay’ra who nodded her head reaching for the pouch she had strapped on to her hip.
“Look aren’t they pretty?” The girl asked the mother. The mother gave a nod in response. Neytiri swam to her husband side. She was tired, couldn’t tame an ilu, she couldn’t adjust to this new environment.
“I will take both of them from here” Lay’ra said to her mother. Ronal looked at her daughter in sadness. Even if the girl looked like a forest na’vi with a tail of the metkayina she was still her daughter. And she despised the idea of her teaching someone who had hurt her in the past. The mother turned to the Omaticaya couple glaring daggers at them before looking to her daughter gently embracing her.
“Good luck my child” Ronal whispered in her ear before pulling away. She gave her daughter one last smile before she walked past her, Ronal needed to return to her tsahik duties.
Lay’ra didn’t talk to them and started walking. The couple got the point and followed her. She took them to a place that was peaceful and nothing other than water’s rustling could be heard.
“Today I will teach you how to breathe” The girl said turning around to face them.
“But we are already breathing” Jake said confused.
“Not from here” Lay’ra said placing her hand on her chest.
“From here” She placed a hand on her stomach.
“If you want to live her you have to act like us. That includes breathing like us, swimming like us, moving like us.” She said sternly.
“You have thin arms your tails are thin you will be slow in water, that’s why you have to work harder” Lay’ra said circling around them.
“But you to have thin arms” Jake said without thinking.
“And I have a tail that gave me oh so many attention back where you came from!” She hissed at him.
“Don’t expect me to be a soft teacher. I won’t help you if you don’t want to learn so watch carefully and listen closely to what I say” Lay’ra said before siting near the water.
“Come sit the lesson will start now”
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IM NOT INTERESTED!!
四 - sibling tingz
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“y/n get off your phone and eat you’re food” isagi said from across the table giving a stern look.
“yeah yeah sorry my bad” you said putting it down resting your chin upon your palm.
you payed no attention to the food in front of you, well aware of that fact that bachira was stealing some for himself.
you couldn’t care less, instead you stared at nothing in particular, letting out a long dreamy sigh.
isagi raised his brow at you.
“let me guess, you’re still thinking about that one guy you met earlier” he said in an unimpressed tone.
“but ofc!! he’s probably somewhere in this cafeteria right now!” you said gushing.
rin next to you ate his food silently, he hadn’t said a word since you all started eating.
“rin, you’ll help me look for him.” you said as more of a demand than an question.
“no i won’t?” he said confusedly turning to face you.
“oh yes you will, and then you’re coming to chess club with me!” you ordered and he groaned and rolled his eyes.
they carried on eating and you tapped your foot impatiently waiting for them to finish.
“hurry up with your food guys! we need to go find hi-”
“WHICH ONE OF YOU IS (Y/N)?!” a voice boomed through the whole cafeteria.
you turned around to face the entrance which was a few tables away from you. there stood a tanned boy with spiky blonde hair with pink tips at the end. he had a bump on his forehead that was noticeable even from a far and he looked absolutely feral.
you slowly turned back around again to face the table.
“that’s shidou isn’t it?” you whispered quietly not daring to turn round and take a second look.
the three boys simply nodded
just keep calm (y/n)! there’s no way he knows what you look like
you tried to tell yourself but you were panicking on the outside.
keeping your head low, you pretended to eat you food as you heard his footsteps stomping around looking for ‘(y/n)’. the footsteps gradually got louder seemed to be approaching your table.
for some odd reason they stopped right behind your chair.
you turned around and surely enough there he was, looking as if he was ready to end you there and then.
you gulped before smiling nervously.
“hey dawg, can i help you?” you said trying to play it cool.
he didn’t say anything. he raised his hand and attempted to hit you but you had ducked just in time.
“bro!! why you tryna hit me??” you yelled confusedly.
“because, (y/n), this bump on my forehead is all your fucking fault.” he said pointing to the redness on his head. you honestly thought it was from all the anger.
how does he know im (y/n)??!!
“huh? who’s (y/n) hahaha…” you chuckled nervously.
he pointed to your blazer. “there’s a name tag on the back of tour blazer.”
shit!
he started cracking his knuckles and winding up his arm ready to do some proper damage before someone else came from behind.
“shidou, stop causing trouble.” the low and lazy voice spoke up.
you edged your head past shidou to see who had spoken and gasped quietly.
it was him.
shidou growled and shoved his hands in his pockets. surprisingly though, he didn’t bother you any longer and trudged off mumbling some incoherent things.
the guy whom you had bumped into earlier, aka the love of your life.
his piercing eyes scanned over everyone at your lunch table, stopping a second longer on rin before looking at you.
you could’ve sworn you nearly peed your pants there and then as you heart started to beat faster. soon enough he turned around and went the same was as shidou.
you let out a sigh of relief and placed your hand on your chest.
“(y/n)? why are you blushing? you literally almost died.” isagi asked perplexed at your facial expression.
“that was him! he’s the guy i was telling you about!” you said excitedly
“who? shidou?” bachira guessed
“no! the guy behind him!” you said and suddenly all three of them immediately went quiet.
you eyed them all weirdly, wondering what the shift of behaviour was about. the atmosphere was tense and you didn’t feel like you could say anything.
rin, surprisingly, was the first to say something.
“you seriously like him?” he asked, and was it just you or did he sound… mad?
“yeah he’s the guy im sure! is something wrong?” you questioned growing a bit worried.
rin shook his head and hesitated before speaking up again.
“that guy… he’s my brother.”
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The Announcement of Hell's Spare
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Ship: Lucifer/Alastor Warning: Mpreg prompt, someone wanted Charlie to have a baby sibling via Luce getting knocked up Alastor.
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"You've been away, Your Majesty," Alastor greeted in an accusatory manner when he finally saw Lucifer enter the hotel. Though no one dared to ask him, Alastor has obsessively kept track of how long it's been since the last time Lucifer's been at the hotel. 
"I haven't been feeling well..." 
"...you're an angel. King of Hell. You can't be ill."
"Not normally, no."
"Were you hurt? Has Heaven been bothering you?" Alastor demanded. Even if he wasn't proud of how his battle went, didn't mean he wasn't invested in the fight still. Now more than ever since his thing with Lucifer has become what it has. Thinking about Lucifer getting into some sort of trouble on his own away from everyone made his blood boil. Lucifer wasn't as permanent of a fixture at the hotel as the rest of them now were. Lucifer had responsibilities and a palace that was deeply rooted in enchanted power that was drool-worthy. For as many Sinners who would fall to Lucifer's feet, there were also those stupid or bold or angry enough to try and harm him at a chance of bettering their situation. 
"No, not like that. If anything, if I'm ill it's your fault!" 
"My fault? However is that it my fault?" 
"Because when I said I'm ill, I meant I'm pregnant!" Lucifer hissed. 
"...what now?" 
Lucifer sighed, far too exhausted to deal with Alastor's shock. He wasn't sure how the demon would react to it, but he was prepared to be a single father. He's had enough practice of it already with Charlie after his and Lilith's split. So he told Alastor the facts, "I felt strange. It's been a good two hundred years since it happened, so it's been a while, but then it became familiar. I did a few tests and...it's positive. I'm expecting." 
"A child?"
"Yes."
"Our child?" 
Lucifer sort of expected a form of this question. Though he expected Alastor to call it just his, or ask if Lucifer was sure it was Alastor's at all. Yet, the deer demon was calling it their child. "Yes." 
"...are there royal protocols in place? Will it be a royal? Or will it just be known as a bastard?" 
"My child will not be a bastard!" 
"...did you just ask me to marry you?" 
"..." Lucifer felt his face heat up at that. Regaining his composure, he cleared his throat and said, "I meant to say...this child will have the same title and perks as Charlie did. They will be a Morningstar. Prince or Princess of Hell." 
"And me?" 
"...I won't force you to do anything you don't want. I'm damned for giving Free Will and will maintain it as a vital part of who I am. You're free to do as you wish." 
"Then expect me to move into the palace."
"What?" 
"Unless you're planning on moving more permanently into the hotel. We can work things around and have our rooms connected. Expand to make room for the child. At first, they won't need much, but they will need their space." 
"You're...not freaking out?" 
"I'm surprised. But you're not a liar, my dear. If this was just another attempt at bantering with me, this is not a topic you'd play with. There's no reason for you to say you are with child unless it's true. I'm also very aware of how and when this might have happened."
"Right. So. I'm pregnant. It's yours. And we're keeping it."
"And raising it. Together." 
"Right."
"...do you want me to be the one to tell darling Charlie she's going to be an older sister?"
"Please."
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"Holy fuck, don't do that!" Lucifer cried out when he woke up and found Alastor hovering over him. 
"You didn't notice me come in. Nor feel I've been here for the last fifteen minutes."
"You were watching me sleep like some voyeuristic creep?" Lucifer deadpanned as he sat up properly and stretched a bit. 
Alastor took the chance to sit next to him. He was gripping his staff firmly if only to help resist the urge to reach out and either wrap his arm around Lucifer or maybe even place his hand over the belly. Their relationship was a lot more about heated moments and fun arguments escalating to situations neither of them really expected. 
"You're the king of Hell and are now with child. You should have more protection."
"I'm in my daughter's hotel. The only people in here are the people she trusts. And you," Lucifer stifled a yawn but also gave him a soft teasing smile. 
Alastor frowned," I'm serious. I could have killed you." 
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, dearheart." 
"Lucifer." 
It was part of their game to call each other names. Insults that have become almost terms of endearment. Actual names...showed seriousness. 
Lucifer sighed and turned to face Alastor properly, "A royal baby that's part angel, part...begrudgingly powerful overlord...takes a lot of energy. I get tired more easily. It's why I'm here. And not at the palace. When we rebuilt the hotel, I added extra layers of protection. It's not as safe as my palace, but it's safe enough for Charlie. And it's safe enough for this little one too."
"That still leaves you being...not to your usual strength," Alastor said quietly. There was a long pause before he dared to finally reach out and hold Lucifer's hand in his. "How dangerous is this for you?" 
"I...don't know. Hellborns aren't exactly rare. But this isn't the typical case. But let's not forget who I am, okay? I'll be fine." 
"Of course you will. Because let's not forget who I am. I'm going to take care of you. And you're going to let me." 
"Hey! I am still king! You can't tell me what to do!" 
"No, but I can tell Charlie you're not taking care of yourself and her puppy eyes will have you yielding in seconds." 
"Cheater."
"Hmm," Alastor only smiled. If that was cheating, it wasn't beneath him if it guaranteed making this easier for Lucifer.
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"I need your help, if you have a moment."
Charlie literally dropped all the papers she had in her hands and rushed up to her dad, "Of course! What do you need? Is everything okay? Is it the baby?" 
Alastor telling her about the pregnancy had been...a thing. She went through a whole roller coaster of emotions that ranged from disbelief to panic to excitement to...plenty more. Once she processed that her father and Alastor had been more involved than she could ever imagine, she did go into a weird mourning stage in realizing that her old family she dreamed would one day magically heal and be what she dreamed was probably not going to happen, she began to accept the new reality. 
The responsibility she took upon herself in the attempt to help her people helped her have more insight. The people in her hotel were more than just a project. They were her friends, if not already family in her eyes and heart. 
And now she was going to be a big sister! 
It was still a secret, though Vaggie learned about it because she just needed someone to talk to! She understood why it wasn't something to talk openly about that went beyond how annoying gossip could be. 
Alastor also warned her about her dad being weakened by providing a lot of his strength to the baby. She saw it more since she was looking for it, but she wasn't the only one. Some were concerned something deadlier was going on that Lucifer was dealing with that they weren't privy to. 
"Whoa, there. Breathe, sweetie. Everything's fine. I'm fine, baby's fine, you're fine! We're all fine."
"We're all fine!" Charlie repeated. 
"Right. Now, look. We can't keep this a secret forever. I'm dreading the initial reactions but I'm preparing for it as best as I can. If anything, I can just go back to the palace until the birth." 
"Alastor's already kind of preparing for that anyway."
"He is?" 
"We've been talking," She informed him. 
"Huh. Okay. We'll talk more about that later. Before we go off on any more tangents, let me get to the point. This is Hell. Wedlock bullshit doesn't matter with us because why would it? Your sibling will be a prince or princess as much as you are. Title, perks, respect. All of it."
Charlie smiled, "Good."
"We are the royal family. When these things happen there are usually announcements and such. I don't know yet if Alastor will want all of Hell to know just yet his involvement, but you're my daughter, my heir, and their older sister. There may be an announcement I'll make once I start showing if I don't plan to keep inside, but once the baby is born, I want you to stand next to me as I present Hell to its second in line. Will you?"
"Of course!" 
"Good. And sweetheart?"
"Yes?"
"You can go ahead and tell anyone else in the hotel if you really want to."
"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, I have been trying so hard!"
"I know. And I appreciate it. But I can also see how hard it's been for you, so if it comes up...you can." 
Charlie hugged him in response. 
The next time he walked through the lobby, which was about an hour later, he felt everyone's eyes on him. 
He stared at all of them with an unimpressed expression, "Alastor will take the questions, not me." Then he turned around and made it back to his suite. 
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"You want me to go back to the palace don't you?" Lucifer asked while he rested in Alastor's arms as they lay in his bed. 
"It's safer for you there."
"I hate being away from Charlie..."
"It won't be like last time. She'll visit more. We'll visit too when possible."
"We?" 
"You're not getting rid of me." 
Lucifer chuckled and smiled. Lifting his finger to one of his sharp teeth, he bit down hard enough to draw blood and then offered it to Alastor. The deer demon held Lucifer's hand before gently, and rather sensually, licking the dripping blood that ran down the digit before taking the tip of his finger into his mouth and suckling until the wound healed. Alastor pressed a kiss to the tip of the finger, and then the inner palm, and then kissed Lucifer's knuckles. "I'll miss how delicious you taste, darling..."
"Why would you miss it? Aren't you basically latching on and becoming my shadow?" 
"I'm not taking the literal life essence from you or our child," Alastor deadpanned. 
"Pft. Boo." 
"You want me to bite into you?" 
"...yeah. I like it. You do it well."
 Alastor cupped Lucifer's cheek and they stared into each other's eyes. The heat that's usually there was present, but also something new. Maybe something that has been there for a while but they're now willing to see. Alastor leaned in and kissed Lucifer. Gently at first, but it slowly turned into a make-out session that slowly became more hungry and passionate. 
When they pulled apart, they continued to steal kisses between shared pants of breath. 
"My, my your Majesty, we might be recreating our child's conception all over again." 
"Oh, there's no might about it dearheart."
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"You asked about royal protocols. We usually present the latest heir together as a family. Charlie said she'd be with me...will you be there too? Or will you remain in the shadows?" He liked to bask in the post-glow bliss, but this was something that had been on his mind for a while. So though he felt fully sated and more than content, he turned his full focus and attention to Alastor. 
Alastor simply pulled Lucifer closer still until Lucifer was on top of him again. His possessiveness over the King of Hell has only grown and it was becoming harder to remain subtle about it. "No nightmare of Hell nor army of Heaven could keep me away, darling." 
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disclaimer *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ angst (?), canon typical violence, gore (?), crude humour, strong language, typos, grammatical errors, cliché moments
genre *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ drama, romance, action-thriller, fantasy
a/n *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ based on this one dream i had and also cuz pjo was my first comfort series and jjk is my current one (only s1)
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Chapter One
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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal
life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
My name is Gojo Kanao . Age fourteen, raised in Tokyo, Japan . As the youngest family member of the Gojo clan , niece of the Gojo Satoru and an aspiring sorcerer - my life was going as perfectly as it rightfully should . Except my uncle got a call from an old family friend three weeks back and before I knew it I were to pack my bags and enroll in a 'summer camp' meant for 'children like me' . And that's really funny because apart from my uncle , I'm pretty much one of a kind . It's not like ever other generation has a six eyes user gifted with limitless. My existence is what most people call an 'anomaly in the power balance of the world' and sparked much debate amongst higher ups but it stopped bothering me after a point considering how uncle Satoru threatens to decimate any person that as much as dared look at me wrongly .
He took me in after my father died when I was four and him eighteen . Following my father's death , the Gojo clan was pretty much reduced to me and uncle since not much was known about my birth mother . The first time my uncle got to know that he, in fact , not only had a sister in law but also a niece from his absentee elder brother was when the fore mentioned "family friend" came knocking to at the Gojo Clan's door with a drooling four year old with white pigtails in tow .
As much as a shock it must've been to know that he was now a single father , uncle or as I call him Satoru nii-san , seemed to have developed a knack for parenting much too quickly with his reasoning being 'the baby looks like mini me and I vibe with that' . And as he liked to say to me and my also-adopted siblings Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro "having you kids just adds to my dilf appeal" followed by Megumi deadpanning at him , Tsumiki awkwardly smiling and me audibly gagging. Needless to say , he isn't much liked and not even half as tolerable as he considers himself to be.
"How could you do this to me ?" I mumbled while my eyes trailing the silhouette of the trees passing rapidly by my car windows . Almost inaudible cursing was what my opposition was shamefully reduced to . After much fights , screaming , crying , scratching and attempts at running away I was forced to join this camp . His description of the camp with strawberry fields , flying horses , Greek gods and half goat people was enough for Megumi to call bullshit on it however I couldn't deny its existence because that's where I grew up from birth to age four.
" Nyao-chan , this is the 33rd time you're saying this in the past fifteen hours of flight time . Do better" I could feel nii-san rolling his eyes from the front seat .
" Toru nii don't call me that" I hissed back at him and turned my face with 'hmph' so that maybe , just maybe I could appeal to his conscience. I remember that place and it wasn't particularly unpleasant and under normal circumstances I would really like visiting . However , he simply refused to understand just how it would derail my development as a sorcerer , quoting ' your development as a demigod is just as fundamental to your growth as your development as a sorcerer . Take it as a learning experience. Have fun and for the love of god make some friends that aren't the fushiguros or your pet snake .'
My previous attempt at socialising ended up with the boy calling me a brat and me activating my cursed technique for the first time in attempt to kill him , stunning breakthrough but not a suitable first impression. That meeting ended well for their family and the incident was ruled out as a 'all is well that ends well' . And after that I decided that I had enough and rated the experience 2 stars , do not recommend . 
" I mean looking at how much you like small spaces , scratching and hissing you might as well be one . But hey cheer up ! you're going to see your Chiron sensei and Dino oji-san again . Won't it be fun ? Childhood memories all coming back to you. Plus I've heard summer camps are really fun." He shrugged with his emphasis on the names causing me to cringe inwardly .
" What sort of summer camp runs in November ?" I retorted followed by him sighing . It was much later that I found out that my 'Dino oji-san' was actually Dionysus , the Greek god of wine. I could only imagine the emotions he must've felt holding a toddler in his lap , butchering his name to her convenience. The embarrassment of the memory just made me even more unwilling to go . Our satyr chauffeur said we were fifteen minutes away from camp so of course going back wasn't an option.
Before I knew it , the car came to a screeching halt in the middle of road . There was nothing but an empty road ahead surrounding by dense vegetation on either sides . " What happened ? " I asked leaning forward. The saytr looked at me and blinked . Then I realised I forgot to switch to English while talking . Except for my struggles with dyslexia, English was fairly easy to learn . I credited Satoru nii's obsession of Friends and Britney Spears for this but learning , in general , was something that came naturally to me . I never had to try too hard to learn a skill and it puzzled others and even me . Apparently this was the trait of a true Gojo . Being godly perfect . It applied to everything but my cursed energy technique . Sometime back I realised I reached a plateau of my skills  and no matter what method I employed , my growth remained stagnant . Maybe that's why he's sending me here .
" She meant why did we stop ?" Nii-san asked .
" We're here" The saytr plainly replied . I looked around in confusion because I saw nothing . He asked us to follow him , and with luggage in hand , so we did .
After a small hike through the woods , we reached a big stone arch . It was partially of wood and stone and looked really old with greek symbols carved at the top and several cracks and moss . I stared at the sign and noticed that the letters began to rearrange themselves . At first I thought it was my dyslexia acting up but the Greek symbols rearrange themselves to spell out the letters 'CAMP HALFBLOOD' .
"You look surprised. What do you see Kana ?" He looked at me . I explained my observations and he smirked and muttered something to himself .
I extended my hand and much like how jujutsu curtains worked by hand went passed the barrier emitting a faint blue light . " Nii-san you try it " I gestured him to do the same . The barrier pulsated against his hand as if resisting his touch . With a faint smile , he retracted his hand and said to the saytr " This barrier is stronger than I expected . I'm impressed"
"Nii-san if you were to break through , how long would it take ?" I asked out of curiosity . If you were to ask anyone to describe Gojo Satoru in one word the word would be 'strongest' . Once he put enough effort into it there was no barrier he couldn't break nor there was any curse he couldn't exorcise . " Hmmm it's strong I'll give it that . But we wouldn't want to endanger a camp worth of kids, right ?" I shrugged in a 'makes sense' gesture.
"It's just her from this point on. You can't go inside." The saytr said. Yeah we noticed. Satoru- nii clapped his hands and smiled," Just give us two minutes. You know I need time to see off my precious baby." The saytr blinked and moved out of earshot wordlessly. Satoru nii cupped my face and cooed as if he was on the verge of crying. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic display," you didn't feel any remorse for the last few days and you're crying now ?"
"It's not easy ! I knew I had to let my baby bird out of the nest because that's what's best for you but I -" his bottom lip wobbled and I was hit with a sense of guilt. I sighed and hugged him," I'll miss you too. I'll be fine."
"Call me everyday you hear me ? And eat and sleep well. Oh my god I'm starting to sound like an old woman !" Gojo Satoru was one man who liked to completely disregard the fact that me, Megumi and Tsumiki had mother -albeit absent, and very seriously behave as if he was the one who carried us around for nine months and birth us. But hey, who doesn't like being coddled ?
I rolled my eyes and gave him the signature Gojo smirk," I'll be just fine, don't you worry."
" I know. You'll be fine. Always. You'll be better than me, I know it." Satoru nii-san's voice dropped to a low and almost wistful whisper. " Even though you're the best there is ?" I asked offering him a kind smile. To that he said something in a tone  I didn't expect hearing from him. "You've inherited only my powers , I don't want you to inherit my tragedies too ." The statement left a bad taste in my mouth. People often assumed that since he was the strongest, he had it easy. It’s people like him that suffer the most, so much so that sometimes it has you wishing you didn’t have power at all.
"And lastly. Don't kill anyone, and even if you do. Get rid of witnesses and call nii-san first, Nii-san will take care of it." I raised my brow in questioning. Firstly, shouldn't he be teaching his kid to be nice to other people or something and second of all why is he referring to himself in third person.
"Shouldn't you be saying 'dont bully people and be nice' or something ?" Though what he said wasn't the first of its kind. My brother Megumi had a track record of beating up people in his school but Nii-san never saw a problem because the people he beat up were hardly innocent and he never lost a fight so that was no shame brought to the family name.
"If there's anyone you think shouldn't be alive. Then they shouldn't be. This world is ours, the others are just living in it." One thing that everyone knew what that Gojo Satoru was a firm believer of the Gojo family supremacy. And he's not wrong. "Then what about those sleazy higher-ups ?" I quipped. I knew of his grand plan to demolish the old reign and establish a new jujutsu world, the reason he became a teacher. It was something I looked forward to since the day he showed me the dream of it, but for that I had to get stronger. To become more, to become unstoppable. So I would gladly accept any wisdom the Greeks had to offer and make sure that by the time I’m done here, I’ll be the strongest demigod they’ve had the honour of laying their eyes upon.
“All in due time Kana-chan.”
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Succession Preference: Having a S/O With a Kid
A/N: I made the kids all different ages, from infancy to teenage, just to make it a little more interesting! I hope you like it, my love! Thank you for requesting! Feedback is appreciated!!! 💜💜💜
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Connor is delighted to know that you have a child. He practically raised his siblings, being their big brother is the most important job of his life. He takes care of people. He doesn't know that much about babies, but he's an eager learner. He never wants another child in the world to feel like he has ever felt, to he loved so little for doing nothing wrong, for being born. He may or may not baby proof the entire house despite the fact that all your baby can do is maybe roll on their back they're so young. Despite him being a Roy, you're not afraid to leave them with him. He loves their little baby noises, especially their laugh. He can't get enough of their overjoyed squeal. You find Connor on the couch, warning you to be quiet. The baby's been asleep on him for hours, and he'd rather let his whole body go numb than dare wake them. He loves them like he loves you.
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Kendall had two kids of his own, though you've seen from experience that he's not the most hands on father. Still, he tries to make an effort with yours, like he does his. He plays with them and their toys, whatever they're obsessed with at the moment: dinosaurs, cars, dolls, art, etc. You love to watch them bond, even if he's overthinking everything completely, like he did with his own. Kendall is so sure he's doing something wrong, that he'll ruin them the same way his father ruined him. You have to remind him a lot that he'd nothing like his father, that your child adores him. They call him Kenny and always draw pictures of him on the moon, with dinosaurs, even once as a princess. He doesn't admit it, but he's got every single one hanging on his fridge, next to his own kids old artwork. You both come with your kids, no exceptions. You wouldn't be you without them, too.
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Shiv only ever dealt with teenagers when she was a teen herself and those brats were her brothers. Despite the mask she wears of cool confidence, she is actually very worried about making a good first impression on them. She loves you so much, like she's never loved anyone. She knew you had a kid going into it, but she never expected it to be serious enough for her to meet them. She changes her outfit four times. In the end, they think she's okay. That's about the best reaction either of you were hoping for. They're going through a bit of a phase atm, but they secretly think she's cool. She makes a lot of jokes to get them to laugh and enjoy her sarcasm. You tell her time and time again that they really do like her company, they're just a teenager. They're not known for showing too much interest in anything that isn't their friends and phones.
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Roman has no idea what to do with your toddler. He doesn't understand why you cut up their grapes or why they enjoy stupid tv shows or why they can only wear one sock at a time, but he makes an effort in his own way. He watches those shows with them and plays with them, mostly questioning the practicality of their toy phone, and reads to them before bed/a nap. He really does like you, a lot. Anyone attached to you, he cares about, even if it's a tiny human who coughs in his face and licks his watch. They're growing on him, but they love him. Where's Ro-Ro? They ask constantly. He hates to see them cry, it breaks his heart, and will jokingly call you a monster for saying no them, even if it's for their own safety like putting their toy in the microwave or jumping on their bed. He definitely wants to spoil the hell out of them, just to hear them squeal in delight.
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7th Day of Christmas
A Christmas Market
Summary/Prompt - Visiting a Christmas Market/Fair
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader
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Having finished cleaning up from the hunt of the day a few hours ago, you, Sam and Dean have just been lazing around the dingy motel room. You’d all had a much-needed nap, but now you’re bored.
You sigh as you roll over and place your head on your boyfriend’s strong chest. He looks at you quizzically as he wraps his arm around you and traces patterns on your back. After a while, you sigh again.
“Alright, what’s up, Sweetheart?”
“I’m bored…”
“Cuddling with me not enough for you?”
“It’s great, you know I love cuddling with you, but we’ve been in bed for hours. I wanna go out.”
“We can go to a bar?”
“We always go to bars,” you sigh. 
“Fine, then tell me what you want.”
“I wanna go on a date. A proper date, not one where every girl in the place is drunk looking at you like they wanna get in your pants.”
“Y/N, you know I don’t look at anyone else now. You’re all I need.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. They’re still looking and look at me like I don’t deserve you, and …”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. If anything it’s me that doesn’t deserve you. You’re perfect.”
“Thanks, Dean. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sweetheart. How about you go for a shower and get dressed in something nice and I’ll figure something out for us to do.”
Your face lights up as you sit up to look him in the eyes. “Really?” 
He leans down and kisses your lips. “Yes, really. Now hurry up before I change my mind.” He slaps your ass as you turn to climb off the bed and gather your stuff. 
Sam rolls his eyes at the two of you from the opposite bed but he also has a small smile on his face. He loves seeing his big brother so happy and in love. He’s been through so much raising him and trying to be the perfect son and protective big brother, he deserves every happiness he can get. And as much as it makes Sam feel lonely and miss Jess sometimes, he’s glad that he’s got a front-row seat. 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
When you emerge from the bathroom in a fresh pair of skinny jeans, and a nice T-shirt with a subtle layer of makeup — just some light powder, mascara and lip gloss — that you’d snuck in hopefully and your hair left in a neat braid on your shoulder Dean turns around from his place at the table and wolf whistles. Coming from anyone else you would cringe, but you know it’s Dean’s way of showing his appreciation so you just smile. You grab your boots from beside the bed and join him at the small table while you put them on. 
“You look beautiful,” he says while checking you out.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.”
Once you finish tying up your laces he stands up and offers you his hand. “Ready?”
You nod as you take his hand and stand up. You wave to Sam as you head towards the door.
“Have a good night you too. Be safe,” he says.
“You should go out, see if you can’t get lucky,” Dean says.”
“Get outta here, Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
You shake your head at the brothers, but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Despite all their teasing, they love each other more than anything. You wish you were that close with your sibling. But as a frown starts to invade your features you brush away the thought and focus on the present. You squeeze Dean’s hand as he leads you outside to his precious Impala and opens and closes the door for you. You don’t often get the chance to go on real dates with the life you lead, so whenever you do he becomes the proper gentleman. While it’s nice to enjoy gentle-Dean for a few hours, it’s the rough, damaged hunter that you first fell in love with. 
As he starts the engine and backs out of the parking lot you look at him and ask, “So where are we going?”
He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes it. “It’s a surprise. But I’m sure you’ll like it.” He turns up the music, effectively cutting off any more questions of what he has planned. 
After what feels like an eternity but was really only 20 minutes he pulls a park in a busy parking lot in a field. In the distance, you can see sparkling fairy lights as well as large outdoor spotlights. Dean shuts off the engine and comes around to help you out — he would only ever dare do that on a date, during hunts you become a strong independent hunter and he wouldn’t dare treat you like a lady. You take his hand as he leads you towards an archway covered in fairy lights and leafy garlands. Hanging from the archway is a banner that reads: “Local Annual Christmas Market”.
Your face lights up. You rarely get to celebrate holidays with constant hunts, but you remember telling Dean ages ago on a quiet night after drinking that you love Christmas. It means so much to you that he remembered and would bring you here when you had barely even remembered what time of year it was. Since losing most of your family and becoming a hunter, celebrating things like Christmas just seems less important. Butl, with Dean by your side and you finally starting to love your life again it feels like the perfect time to let some of that holiday spirit back into your heart. 
He squeezes your hand and leads you through the archway down a well-worn dirt path. You stop at booths as you pass by. There are all sorts of stalls peddling wares like Christmas cards, toys, trinkets and jewellery. He notices you eyeballing a pretty, simple silver chain with a heart-shaped charm decorated with small gems so he buys it for you and helps you put it on before moving on to the next stall. You run the fingers of your free hand over the charm as you smile up at him. Despite his rough front, he’s a true romantic at heart. All he ever wants is to make you happy and spoil you. While he mightn’t have a lot to give financially he always puts a little aside after hustling pool to spend on nights like this. As you keep walking through the stalls you notice his eyes light up as you near a stall with boxes of old vinyls. His step speeds up a little as he pulls you towards it. You happily speed up and join him in searching through the boxes. By now you know the kind of music he likes so you know which ones to hold up and show him. While there are heaps he wants to buy he holds back wanting to keep some money for anything else you might like. He walks away with just three vinyls in a paper bag. As you continue your journey it starts to snow. That’s when you notice you forgot to grab your jacket. As he feels you shiver at the feeling of snowflakes littering and melting on your exposed arms he sheds his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders instead. 
“What about you?” You protest.
“Layers, Sweetheart. I’m fine. Besides, I’m a warrior, I don’t get sick.” 
“Nor do I,” you argue back. He raises an eyebrow at you. “That was one time! And we’d been hiking for hours in the rain!”
“I don’t care.” 
You finally come across a circular alcove off the path with food trucks and portable tables and chairs under umbrellas. You take a seat at a free table opposite each other.
“Also, I never get to treat you like this. I know you’re no princess and on a normal day I wouldn’t dare treat you like one. But there’s little I truly have to offer you except the shirt off my own back. So please, just let me do what I can.”
You reach across the table and squeeze his hands. “Alright, you big sap, I’ll keep the jacket.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for bringing me here. I can’t believe you remembered.”
“I remember everything you say to me.” You smile at him. “You hungry? I know I am!”
“I could eat.”
“Good. I’ll be right back.” He gets up, kisses the top of your head and walks off to get a selection of street food to share from the trucks.
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fizzseed · 1 year
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Mike leans in and presses his lips to Will’s before he can manage to think it through. It’s lukewarm, and dry, and objectively a pretty shitty kiss. But it sends shivers down his spine and makes his hair stand on end and is, subjectively, the best kiss of his entire life. Until he leans back and Will’s eyes are wide and he feels his stomach drop and the panic set in. 
He just kissed Will. He kissed Will, who is a boy and who probably hates him now. He’s just gone and messed up the best thing he’s ever had, just because he can’t fucking keep himself in check. It feels a little bit like someone is pressing down on his chest, like someone’s reached their hands inside his ribcage and is squeezing his lungs. Mike stands up from the couch, leaving Will sitting on it, wide-eyed shell-shocked as he backs out of the room.
His legs feel weak, a little bit. He’s stumbling, not really sure where he’s going except away from Will like that will somehow make all of this better. When he glances up, Will is staring straight ahead with his fingers raised and pressed lightly to his lips. Like he wants to wipe any trace of Mike away but is too afraid to touch. Mike feels sick. 
He bumps into something, and that something ends up being Nancy, who holds her hands against his shoulder. “Hey, watch where— Mike?”
“Yeah?” he breathes, unsure of where to look. Wherever he puts his eyes doesn’t really matter because it’s like the afterimage of Will is burned into his retinas forever. He ends up staring at one of Nancy’s brown ringlet curls, still damp from the shower. She smells like bath salts. 
“Hey, what’s going on?” 
“Nothing,” Mike says, entirely unconvincing, “nothing, just…” he digs for an excuse, “just getting some snacks. Yeah. For our study session.”
Nancy looks over his shoulder, presumably at Will. “Okay,” she says, clearly not buying any of Mike’s nonsense, “why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Mike’s stomach drops again. Because he’s horrible. Because he’s a queer and just kissed his best friend without permission and then left him sitting there without permission. Because he’s just lost Will, probably. For good this time.
“Mike,” Nancy says, tone suddenly concerned instead of confused, “breathe.”
He takes a deep, shuddering breath that sticks in his throat when he hears steps behind him. 
“Hi,” he hears Will say behind him, and Nancy smiles.
“Hi, Will,” she answers. “Do you know what’s up with Mike?” she asks.
Some petty, apparently invincible younger sibling part of Mike rears its ugly head at that. “I’m right here,” he says crossly. 
Will just hums, also like Mike isn’t there, but Mike can almost feel his gaze burning into his neck. He knows Will is looking at him, but doesn’t dare look back at him. “I have an idea,” Will says mildly. “You can go back to whatever you were doing, Nancy.”
She smiles crookedly, and says, “thanks.” Then she runs up the stairs. 
“Mike,” Will says quietly.
The squeezing feeling comes back. Maybe if he stands really still and doesn’t say anything, he’ll just… disappear. His heart is beating so hard. Already, he’s trying to figure out what the hell he’s going to do when he doesn’t have Will any more. Obviously, the Party is going to side with him because Mike is a creep, and there’s no shot he can stay in Hellfire, and he’ll be all alone. He’ll have to find a new table to sit at on Monday at lunch, or maybe he can just start having lunch in the bathrooms, even if that’s gross. At least it eliminates the embarrassment that would come with sitting literally anywhere else than with the people he’s sat with since third grade. 
“Mike, will you look at me?” Will says. Apparently, trying to dematerialize didn’t work. That’s a shame.
“Why,” Mike says hoarsely.
“Oh my god,” Will says, exasperated, “will you just do it?”
Mike blinks, then starts slowly turning around to face Will. Will, who is blushing a pretty light red and who is smiling and who has big shiny eyes. Will, who is diving forwards and throwing his arms around Mike’s neck and pressing his smile to Mike’s slack jaw, who is kissing him back. 
Okay. Yeah.
That works.
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I’m Gonna Tell ‘Em (Don’t you Dare)
Ao3
Tim just wanted coffee. That’s really all he desired in life. Coffee. His position as Red Robin. And Wayne Industries to get its shit together for one goddamn day. In that order.
“Are you shitting me? I was a fucking crime lord you little terror, I don’t give a fuck-”
He’d done an all-nighter in the Batcave. Again. Trying to crack a cold case he was sure had something to do with Riddler's vague warning a few nights ago. And he was so close, but his eyes had started to close for just a little too long.
So tell him why he walked into an argument that seemed to be based around the topic of murder, at 7 in the morning. Between Jason and Damian. Who both tried to kill him at least once. Respectively.
“And I am the Demon Prodigy of the League of Assassins. I could kill a man before I could speak.”
Tim stands in the doorway, contemplating if his need for coffee is higher than his potential rate of getting maimed in the dining room.
“Yeah, but you were fucking sheltered inside the bases like goddamn Rapunzel in her-”
“I was not sheltered. You of all people should know of Mother’s harshness for disobedience-“
“Oh and I’m sure you were so disobedient Mr. Goody Two Shoes-“
Ultimately, the urge for coffee wins. Tim crosses the kitchen as unnoticeably as he can, skirting the edges and keeping his footsteps as light as he can manage on 10 hours of sleep in the last week.
He’s busy, okay?
“I’ll admit I wasn’t raised to go against the orders of a higher-up but that did not mean-”
“Bull. Fucking. Shit.”
“Did my propensity for sneaking animals into the house escaped your notice? I thought you were better trained-“
“So what? You save every bird with a broken wing you come across, but you’d willingly slit the throat of a human?”
“Yes, Todd. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
The coffee pot is half full. Tim counts this as the one redeeming factor of this morning. The threat of getting stabbed is nothing in the face of sweet, sweet caffeine.
“What’s your fucking number then?”
“I can’t possibly know the exact-“
“Oh no, you don’t get to pull that shit on me-“
Tim considers pouring himself a cup, but he’s gonna drink the whole thing anyway and he’s exhausted enough to zone out during Alfred’s inevitable lecture, so he takes the whole pot and tips it back.
“I was sent out for missions when I was barely more than a toddler. You can’t expect me to remember every-“
“Ra’s had files on every fucking mission I did while brain dead and high on Lazarus rage, there’s no fucking way he didn’t have an exact-“
Tim chugs his precious coffee. The temperature is surprisingly cool enough that he doesn't immediately burn his tongue. Not that a few scorched taste buds would stop Tim from inhaling the only thing between him and unconscious. But it’s the thought that counts.
“What’s yours then, Todd?”
“Nope. Not until you tell me yours first. I’m not about to have you raise the number because I told you mine.”
“That’s preposterous. I would do no such thing.”
Tim calculates his chances of making it back out of the kitchen with a quarter pot of coffee in his hands and decides his caffeine fix is safer off with a few counters between him and his homicidal brothers.
And yah know. His physical well-being. But that’s pretty low on his ‘fucks to give list’ at the moment.
“I don’t trust a fucking word coming out of your mouth-“
“There’s an easy way to settle this if you’d just-“
“What? Shut up? Drop the argument? No fucking-“
“We can write it down separately and then show it to each other at the same time."
“…huh.”
Tim looks up in genuine fear when both of his siblings go quiet. That’s never a good sign. Not in this house.
There’s a window to his right that he could probably smash through if it came to it.
Neither of them are looking at him though, just regarding each other with much less animosity than a few seconds ago. Tim decides he’s probably fine and goes back to his coffee.
“I will go retrieve a piece of paper and two pens.”
Damian leaves the room and Tim freezes like if he stays still enough it’ll keep Jason from noticing him. Unfortunately, now that his older brother’s attention is directed to his surroundings and not just screaming at a 12-year-old, he makes direct eye contact with Tim.
“Oh hey, Timmers. How long have you been here?”
Tim stares at him blankly. He- doesn’t know what answer Jason wants from him and he’s not willing to face his older brother’s wrath if he’d been having what he thought was a private conversation.
“Sorry about the noise. I hope we didn’t wake you up.” Jason says after it’s clear that he isn't getting answers out of Tim.
As if the manor isn’t literally soundproofed. For this exact reason.
Tim’s 17 years of social etiquette training won’t let him just not answer the open-ended comment, but god does he wish that it did.
“No, I was already up.”
Jason nods as if he was expecting that answer. Which is fair. Tim’s sure he looks just as tired as he feels. His eye bags could hold all of his emotional trauma. They’re Guchi.
“And does Alfred know you’re drinking straight from the pot?” Jason motions to the carafe Tim’s clutching like a lifeline. Because it is.
Tim opens his mouth to lie through his teeth, but is saved by Damian’s re-entry. Wow, he’s never been so glad to see his stab-happy younger brother.
True to his word, the kid’s carrying a few pieces of paper and pens. Tim could leave now. He could casually walk right past them, out of the kitchen, and back to the cave to keep working on his case, but dammit, he’s invested now.
He’s still not sure what this argument is about exactly, but he’s willing to wait a few more minutes to satiate his curiosity now that he’s tentatively sure that the argument isn’t going to evolve into physical violence.
“I’ve acquired the tools to finish this once and for all, Todd.” Damian announces, sliding half of his spoils to Jason.
“Great. We’ll write our body count down and on 3 we’ll turn ‘em around. Got it?”
“Don’t tell me what to do” Damian grumbles, but writes dutifully anyway. The kid would be funny if he didn’t back his threats up with swords.
Tim is. Still lost, but he’s always secretly wondered how many people his brothers have killed. In a morbid way. Mostly because he wants to know if the murder attempts on him were a particularly special event or just a pattern. For his mental health's sake.
“Got it?” Jason asks, holding his paper close to his chest so no one can peek. Tim doesn’t know who would, considering he’s the only one in the kitchen that’s not a part of this squabble, but Damian copies the movement and Tim finds himself inching closer, taking the last swig of his coffee.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three!”
They flip the papers around and for a moment the kitchen is quiet.
“FUCK YEAH!” Jason pumps his fist in the air with a whoop. “Ha! Take that, Demon Brat! I’m the Robin with the highest kill count!”
Tim spits out his coffee and coughs violently. It’s partially because he got some in his lungs, but also to cover the incredulous laughter bursting uncontrollably out of him. It takes him a good few seconds to get his breathing under control, but when he looks up, his brothers are staring at him.
For a moment he’s tempted. So fucking tempted. Because he hasn’t told anyone anything more than bits and pieces about his time with the League. Hell, the only reason his family even knows about his little stint playing lap dog for Ra’s, is because he choked out a vague explanation about his missing spleen when he went into sepsis.
They don’t know about the missions he was sent on. The people he sold out. And most importantly, the multiple bases he blew up because he was crazier than the Joker after Bart and Kon’s death and then the near miss with Bruce.
The bases he absolutely didn’t evacuate. With hundreds of people inside. A few actually avalanched down mountainsides, and he’d eat his Batarang if any of them survived.
The only word he’d confidently use to describe his mental state then, is feral.
He didn’t have to blow them up. He really didn’t. A good few of the bases he’d never actually seen before he snuck in to level the place, but he’d been having a shitty year so naturally, he was going to make sure Ra’s got to have one too.
Not to mention that Tim was as depressed as he’d ever been and wasn’t particularly giving a lot of fucks about if he died during his warpath. He’d already lost a spleen, what were a few more organs?
So this argument? This competition? He finds it objectively fucking hilarious.
Damian and Jason are still staring at him in bewilderment, and for a moment -just a wild moment- he thinks about telling them.
Explaining how he was just. So done. And could only think of one way out, so he systematically hacked into every base he could get his hands on. Stole as many files as he could during his time constraint. And then blew all of them sky-high.
Thought about telling them how on one particularly bad night, gone through every log of the people in those bases. How he hadn’t been ‘sick’ as he claimed the week after he managed to crawl out of his safe house.
He was just too horrified to look anyone in the eye.
It would be funny to watch his family’s expressions go through the five stages of grief and add a few more just for funsies, if they even believed him at all. But no. Tim had his secrets and he was going to take them to the grave.
He grinned at his brothers, patted Jason on the shoulder with a quiet congratulations, and strolled out of the kitchen.
Tim had cases to solve and letting his family assume he wasn’t capable of murder was better for all of them in the long run.
No matter how wrong they were.
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In my defense. Writing prompts make the brain noodle go brr. You can blame @coffinbirds and @batcavescolony for these posts.
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blingblong55 · 10 months
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Just....please stay?- Keegan P. Russ
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Based on a request:
GN!Reader, established relationship, angst, cheating
It was nothing but perfect. It was the life you wanted and dreamed of. He was so open, honest, loving, supportive, and caring. At times you felt as if it was all just a dream. The only times things would get hard were when he was away for work. But when he would come back, it was nothing but happiness. His arms would wrap around your waist, his head nuzzled in between you neck and shoulder. He would give you kisses all over your face, each time repeating 'I Love you's '. And he meant them all. You and him had met days before you started Uni. He was walking to a bar when your friend accidentally bumped into him and caused him to drop his phone.
Your friend from embarrassment kept walking, you stayed behind and made sure his phone was all fine. Since that day, you two went on dates. Got to know each other and when he met your parents, he knew he must ask for permission so he could be more than just your friend. To your surprise, your dad was more than happy, months later, your dad would get calls from Keegan. You mum would get random visits, he and her would talk for hours. Your siblings loved him.
For six years this was all he offered. Not once did he ever raise his voice, or even dare to show how angry he was at something you said. You eventually moved in together. It was a small yet comfortable flat, it was all either of you needed. He was always so soft and emotional around you. It was rare for others to see him like this, but..in some ways it was beautiful how you two matched each other.
"My love, I want you to know how much you mean to me. I know I say it too often, and it can get annoying, but it's the truth. R/n, I absolutely love you. I love how you see the kindness in others. I love it when you hug me, when you make silly jokes and how much you laugh at mine. I have no idea what I did to have you, but I promise I will keep doing just that to keep being worth your love."
His eyes so sincere and kind. He truly was someone else with you, but whats a fool if not in love? "One day, I'm going to marry you, I'm going to work very hard to earn the title of being your husband, I just know I can. Can you promise me you will work hard too? So we can be worthy of those titles?"
It was the words, the way he'd make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was his way of showing you, you were truly his on and only. Yes there were fights, but after, he would talk to you about them. "I know baby, I know. let it out, " he would say as he held you close in his arms, "I want you to know that despite this little moment, my way of loving you hasn't changed, I know I said mean things and you did too, but thats okay. I love you, you know that right?" Always made sure you knew what you meant to him. Never did he ever want to go away while you two were upset at the other. If you were sleepy, but recently had an argument, he would make coffee or tea, and you two would talk things out all night.
But now things were different. You and him were sitting on the couch, watching some sitcom. He looked at you in awe, "you know, you are so important to be, max (I think this is a GN name,..so lets keep it as that). I really do love you." He smiled. You weren't the one to make a big fuss over little things. And since you both always talk about things, you just asked him. "Keegan? who's..who's max?" You looked at him with just a tiny bit of,,sadness? or perhaps confusion.
"Oh..sorry..I meant r/n, sorry." His face slightly red, he didn't even notice he had called you someone else's name. "who is this..max?" You sat straight up, leaving his arms in the process. He chuckles, "oh you cant be possibly upset?". "Who. Is. Max?" you asked once more. Why was she ignoring the question.
He sighs and looks away for a second. "You'll hate me if I tell the truth."
"who is max, Keegan?" your eyes became teary.
"max,...max is..well," he couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth, "I fucked up r/n, I'm sorry, its just that I was feeling alone and sad."
"why?" you asked immediately as you wiped the tears that fell from your eyes.
"we had that argument and,,,, you and I weren't talking...and you left to your friends and...well..I needed someone" His voice shaky as he too started to cry. "I'm your boyfriend/girlfriend Keegan. You come to me! Not anyone else. We talk things out, we don't go and sleep with others, we don't fuck up like this"
"please..please forgive me?" "what else did you do?" "it was just once" "and what if we have another argument and I leave to my friends for longer..will you see max again?" "what! no, I promise I won't, I'm your r/n, just yours" His lips quivering and he tried to reach your hands. You stood up, he grabbed your wrist, he fell on his knees to the ground. "please don't leave..I love you r/n, I really do." "if you really loved me, you would've never fucked someone just because you were lonely" "I know I messed up, but please give me another chance, I'll do anything you tell me, anything...just....please stay?" "fuck you." you pushed him and went to your shared room. You closed the door behind you. He stayed on the ground, holding himself close as he cried. "what have I done? I Ruined the one person who saw me for me..I fucked up.." he cried and cried until he fell asleep. You sneaked out and drove to your friends place.
The entire time you tried to wipe the tears as you thought of all the little things you two had shared. The intimacy of being held close, having him whisper sweet nothings while you two danced in the kitchen after hours. His sweet little kisses, that to others were nothing but with each one, he would declare his love for you. How much he loved when you would randomly ask him questions. "hey Keegan...hey Keegan?" "yes, my love?" "do you know why the Taj Mahal was built?" "Hey Keegan?" "yes, my love?" "if unicorns aren't real,,,then who made them up" "I dont know, my love, want me to look it up"
"Babe? have you ever seen a brown cat? Like not a dark brown cat, or a ginger cat..just a brown cat" How he absolutely let you ask them all, and when he didn't have the answers at the time, he would look them up and tell them to you as you two slept. He was comfort and a home. You were never this talkative with any one else, ever, but with him...you could ask anything or say anything and he'd still look at you with a warm smile and answer as best he could. It was more than love, it was more than two fools falling deeper into it. It was a luxury to feel and have what you to did. It was a love war, it wasn't fair at the end, but at moments, it was comfort and peace.
That was you.
That was him.
It was short lived, but it was love for what you knew.
A/N: okay...but hear me out, listen to some sadder Coldplay songs and you have a river of tears...anyways, did I hope it was angsty enough.
Also anon, I hope you liked it
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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slasher-male-wife · 2 years
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Billy, Stu, Michael (og) with a s/o who’s extremely sensitive to being yelled at? That they’ll start crying? Something I struggle with ☠️
Omg anon this goes for me too. Since I was a kid if I get yelled at my first instinct is to cry. I hate it so so much and I'd love to do this for you. Always down to write some comfort for my boys. Reader is gn
Included are: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, og Michael Myers
Warnings: Harsh language, yelling, violence, mentions of unhealty relationships, implied murder 
Billy Loomis
You and Billy are at a party. You're not really the party type, unless you know a good amount of people there but you feel better knowing Billy's here. You're talking with a girl Billy introduced you too. Her name is Carrie. You spot your ex River over near the living room. He wasn't the best guy. He was very manipuative and would constantly gaslight you. When he wasn't doing that he was just ignoring you. Whenever you expressed wanting to break up he threatened suicide and would guilt you into staying. You look back to Carrie and hope Billy's gonna be back soon. Unfortunatly for you River comes over and grabs your wrist. "We need to talk now." He says sternly. You squrim in his grip.
"Let go of me."
"No you're going to listen to me Y/N!" He yells, "You're an awful person for what you did to me you know? I loved you and I needed you! How dare you break up with me!" He continues to shout. Carrie yells something at him but you can't hear her. Tears are swelling in your eyes. "God of course, you always hang out with annoying cunts! You're such a useless person without me!" The tears start to fall as your wrist throbs with pain. You sob but it doesn't stop him from pulling you away. As you start walking Billy wraps his arm around you and pulls you away from River. You cry into his shirt as he yells at him.
"Keep your hands off my partner you asshole!"
"Fuck you! They're just some whore who doesn't appriciate a good guy when they meet one! I regret not beating some sense into you!" He gets up in your face and Billy pushes him back. He punches him to the ground and grabs you. He walks you out of the house and drives you back home. Once there he puts ice on your bruised wrist and calls up Stu. He snagged Rivers ID off him before he left. Rivers not gonna hurt anyone anymore.
Stu Macher
You're eating dinner with your parents and Stu. They wanted to meet him and you were stressing the entire day to clean up the house and make it look presentable. Your parents were constantly talking about how much you're failing in life and how your siblings are doing so much better. Stu is clearly upset with them but you keep him calm. "Y/N honey you should have joined the family company. You could make so much more money doing that than writing those silly little horror stories. They aren't very good dear." Your mom comments.
"Neither is this cooking. Are you good at anything besides being a disappointment?" Your father comments. You stay silent. "I asked you a question and you answer me when I ask you something!" Your father raises his voice.
"You can leave if you don't like it that much." You comment. Your mother drops her fork.
"How dare you talk to us like that! We are your parents you selfish brat! We raised you to be better than this! How dare you disrespect us like this!" Your mother shouts. Tears start to form and Stu clears his throat.
"I do think it's best if you two leave." He says.
"You're good for nothing Y/N! I knew we should have put you up for adoption when we had the chance! You're going nowhere in life! You're gonna end up dead in a ditch homeless because of how stupid you are!" Your father shouts. As the tears fall Stu stands up.
"Get the fuck out or I call the cops!" Stu yells. You cover your ears while they yell back and forth but eventually Stu is hugging you, letting you sob into his shirt. "It's ok Y/N. I'm here for you." He rubs his hand on your back and comforts you. He’s already coming up with a plan of his own. 
Michael Myers 
You’re leaving work when you head down an ally you use as a short cut. It’s not an intimidating ally, it’s well lit and pretty wide. “Hey Myers bitch!” You hear a familiar voice call. It’s your coworker Meg. She’s always giving you shit about living in the Myers house. You turn around and glare at her. “I’m upset Michael hasn’t killed you yet. It would really help clean up the town you know?” She says. 
“Leave me alone. Everyone knows about how you harassed that girl to the point she had to go to the hospital. We all know about how you’re a mean bitch who can’t keep a boyfriend.” Meg squints at you. 
“Well guess what hun? I’m not some ugly weirdo who lives in a haunted house! You’re the worst part about this town! Everyone here hates you and you should just let Michael kill you already!” You feel tears stream down your face as she laughs. “Yeah cry hun, cry! We all know that you’re a poor loser who can’t handle being yelled at! Like oh my god fucking grow up you dumb bitch!” You turn and walk away, tears still falling. You hear Meg scream and you look back to see Michael with his hands wrapped around her throat, lifting her up. He keeps her there until she falls limp. He drops her to the ground and walks over to you. He wipes away your tears and walks you back home. 
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more ao’nung fanfics THANK YOU FOR WRITING HIM AS A SUB 😋😋😋😋 any chance you write for male readers? if not that’s fine but all i can think about is the sully’s being bullied by ao’nung and then reader coming over and being like oh so this is how you think you can act when i’m not around? yeah good luck being around me at all. leaves him and he desperately tries to find you for the next like three days before going to the sully’s and genuinely apologizing and begging for forgiveness and when he goes back to his hut you’re waiting and are like “well it took you longer than i thought, but you were still a good boy in the end. keep up this behavior and i might even let you touch me where you really want too.” before walking out of the mauri with him following after with this lovesick expression and the sully’s see and are surprised at how whipped he is. you don’t have to write it obvs i’m just word vomiting but your writing is so good THABK YOU SO MUCB AHDJDNNS
Hi babe! Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m so glad you enjoy my work!
I feel so bad, genuinely the only reason why I don’t write male readers is because I have no idea how to portray it correctly so I’m not confident in that ability. However, I really want you to be able to enjoy just like everyone else as I know there are very few male reader or at least gender neutral fics out there.
I will write your request as gender neutral with they pronouns anywhere it’s needed. There will be no indication of reader’s gender. I know it’s not the same but I hope it makes up for it even a little. 💗
! ao’nung and reader are of age in this. nothing is explained, only implied !
“Good Boy.” - Ao’nung x gn na’vi reader
wc: 1.9k
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Here Ao’nung went again, taking enjoyment in being nothing but a terror. It seemed no matter how many times you scolded him, he would just end up choosing a new victim to pick on.
You watched from a distance as Ao’nung relentlessly teased the Sully siblings. You couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but you put two and two together that it was most likely regarding their unique appearances. You sighed and shook your head to yourself- dating this man felt more like babysitting than anything else. The routine of reprimanding him, only for him to go right back to his terrible behavior was starting to feel like a chore.
You watched him and his friends gang up on the youngest son, grabbing at his tail and taking turns shoving him like one big group of jocks. “Oh hell no.” You muttered, pushing yourself off the tree you were leaning against and stalking towards him. You couldn’t sit by and watch it continue any longer. You tried to give him a chance to realize what he was doing and rectify it on his own, but clearly it was time for you to step in.
“Leave my sister alone, fish lips!” Lo’ak yelled. He had only jumped him to defend his sibling, but now he was getting the brunt of it and was terribly outnumbered.
“What are you gonna do about it, four-fingered freak?” Ao’nung smirked, not realizing why Lo’ak had suddenly started backing up once he saw you approaching at full speed. The look in your eyes was terrifying and he swore he could see steam blowing out of your ears. “Oh, you’re scared?” He laughed, taking a menacing step closer. “Gonna call for your mama?”
You stopped a few feet from them, your arms crossed and your face twisted into an unamused frown. “Ao’nung!” You yelled, tilting your head at him once he reluctantly around to look at you.
“Shit.” He grumbled, his friends scattering from the scene like mice and leaving him to deal with you on his own.
You pointed directly in front of you at the sand, knowing he wouldn’t dare challenge you due to the gravely serious look on your face. “Get here. Now.” You spoke through gritted teeth.
He sighed, dropping his head as if it would help tune out the snickers that came from the na’vi he previously had so much fun tormenting. He grudgingly walked over to you, only raising his head slightly to make eye contact.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I specifically remember telling you to treat them kindly. These are our guests, Ao’nung. Do you take me as some kind of joke?” You questioned, eyes narrowed.
“No…” He grumbled, his voice almost a whisper.
“Huh?” Your head turned to the side a bit and your hand cupped your ear, putting emphasis on the fact that you hadn’t quite heard him clearly and wanted him to speak up. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Before he could repeat an answer you already knew, you reached up and pinched his ear, turning on your heels and dragging him away from the others by it.
He stumbled as he tried to keep up with you, wincing more in annoyance than pain. “Ow, ow, owww!” He whined.
“Did they just… drag him by his ear? And he let them do it?” Kiri questioned, both her and Lo’ak dumbfounded while they watched the scene unfold. She shot her younger brother a short glance, her hand shooting up to silence her laugh and her arm cradling her stomach that was starting to cramp from laughing so hard.
“He’s completely wrapped around their finger. What a wuss.” Lo’ak snickered.
You finally released your grip when the both of you reached his Mauri, pushing him through the sheet of fabric that served as a doorway. He muttered something indescribable under his breath, grabbing a stool that was placed in the corner and bringing it into the center of the room. He sat down, his arms crossed and his gaze avoidant. He knew better than to look down at you when he was to be reprimanded.
“So that’s what you do when I’m not around, huh?” Your hands found their way to your hips, and he knew what was coming next. You opened your mouth to lay it on him, but a part of you hesitated. The first few times you had scolded him, he genuinely looked like he understood what he did wrong, and swore he would do better. So the fact that he was sitting in front of you like he already knew what you were going to say, aggravated you beyond belief. You brought your finger to your chin, a small smile spreading across your face at the devious idea that produced in your mind.
You simply shrugged, walking past him and heading out the doorway without another word spoken. He blinked in shock, turning around with a confused expression on his face and immediately scurrying to his feet when he realized you were leaving. “Where are you going?” He asked, following you outside, close on your heels and grabbing your wrist to stop you from going any further. He scoffed when you swatted his hand away, like he couldn’t believe you had such a reaction to him touching you.
You walked up on him, your chests nearly touching with how close you were to him. “You want to be mean? Trust me, I’ll show you mean.” You wanted to make sure he heard every word very clearly.
“Apologize to them.” Your glare was strong and unwavering as you challenged him, huffing in amusement at his failure to respond. “Okay, have it your way. Good luck tending to yourself for the next few days.” You walked away and waved him off, not even bothering to check the look on his face. You didn’t need to turn around to know you had succeeded in making him flustered once he realized what your words meant.
“Fine.” He shrugged immaturely, throwing his hands up beside his head and feigning carelessness. “I don’t need your help, I’ll be just fine on my own!” He raised his voice, yelling so you could hear him.
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It had been almost a week since Ao’nung had gotten to hug, kiss, or even hold your hand. Any time he so much as looked in your direction, it was like you were looking straight through him, like he were invisible. God forbid he tried to speak to you. You stared at him as if he were scum of the earth, standing firm on your decision. Half the time you would pretend like you couldn’t hear him and walk right past. He genuinely felt like he was losing his mind, he couldn’t withstand this torture any longer.
“Fuck this.” He rose to his feet, unable to fathom how you had gotten him to the point of even considering an apology, let alone acting on it. Even thinking of the word ‘apology’ was enough to make him gag.
Lo’ak and Kiri were busy indulging in a game of beach volleyball, at least that’s what their dad had told them it was called, when they saw the Metkayina boy walk over looking much less threatening than he had a few days ago. “Oh brother.” Kiri let the ball drop into the sand, hurriedly gathering her belongings as she prepared to leave. She had no intention of speaking to this knucklehead and refused to let him disturb her peace for the second time.
“Hey.” Ao’nung’s voice was unusually mellow and his stance non-threatening.
Lo’ak tilted his head with mirth, already being able to tell what this was about. “I’m guessing your handler sent you over here to apologize for the other day.” He grinned, crossing his arms and making a waft like motion in the air with his hand. “Well, go on. Let’s hear it.”
Ao’nung had done everything in his power to stop himself from growling. The only thing that allowed him to keep his composure was the constant reminder playing throughout his head— that you could play this game for as long as you wanted to and you had no intention on letting up. He cleared his throat, gearing up to sink to a level lower than he knew possible. Groveling.
“I’m sorry for picking on you and your sister. That was wrong of me, and it won’t happen again.” Ao’nung grimaced with this last part, one of his hands opening and closing a fist repeatedly to keep his temper under control. “And if you need any help figuring out your way around the island, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
The two siblings stared at each other, not shocked, but more like unnerved at the fact that he was being nice.
“Okay…” Kiri trailed off, nodding her head with uncertainty and scratching the back of her neck.
“We’re good then. Great.” He forced a tight lipped smile and it was almost scarier than his usual behavior. He started back to his hut, overhearing the two of them burst into a loud fit of laughter yet again but choosing not to care. The easy part was done, all that concerned him was having to face you.
On his way to your Mauri he focused on the words he would use to win you back over. His mind was foggy, he had so much frustration pent up that he couldn’t even think straight. His legs carried him the rest of the way without much thought.
Your ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, your attention shifting from the spear you were sharpening and to the doorway of your hut. You watched Ao’nung emerge from outside and through the entrance of your home, a satisfied smirk touching your lips. You knew by the look on his face that you had won. The game was more than amusing for you, but cruel to him. You called his bluff from the beginning, knowing he would give in eventually.
He waited patiently to be invited closer and you obliged with a simple head nod. You eyed him closely and sat up in your hammock, the desperate expression almost enough to make you give in. “Sit.” You ordered, setting the weapon down and on the floor and away from you two.
Not even taking the time to think, the muscular male was sat at your feet within seconds, his head dropped low. “Please, I’ve learned my lesson. I cannot bare this any longer.” He gulped, raising his head to meet your eyes.
“Mm, it took you a little longer than I expected. I won’t lie, I’m a bit hurt.” You sighed theatrically, both your hands placed behind you to prop your body up.
“I’m sorry, ma [Y/n]. I’ll be good from now on, I promise.” He mumbled, starting to crawl towards you in hopes his punishment had been revoked. With the starved look in his eyes, you weren’t even sure if he had actually even heard the words that came out of your mouth.
“Ah ah, not yet.” You raised your leg in opposition, your foot coming in contact with his chest and stopping him dead in his tracks. “I suppose you were a good boy in the end. Maybe if you keep up this behavior, I might let you touch me where you really want to.” You purred.

He pressed his cheek against your leg and closed his eyes, placing a featherweight kiss on your skin and exhaling shakily with zero regard of how pathetic he looked right now. He hadn’t been able to so much as speak to you in days, let alone touch you. With the way his ears were pressed flat against his skull, paired with his increased heart rate simply due to your proposal, it was clear that he’d gratefully take the crumbs you were throwing to him.
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i hope this was to your standards and you enjoyed, thank you for the request!
And for those who might ask, part 4 of my neteyam x reader is done, I will proof read and make final tweaks tonight and it should be out by the morning. Whoever new that asked to be tagged will be added to the list if Tumblr allows. 💗
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Chiefs And Brothers( Sabo x Sibling!Reader)
A/N surprise another from the prompt List from @me-writes-prompts. Yall LET ME TELL YOU I COOKED, THREE STAR MICHELIN RIGHT HERE 🫦🫦. Now if I could do the same on that 4-6 page essay I have yet to do that would be wonderful.
Prompt: "We have a meeting in 10 minutes." "What meeting?" "The one to discuss your resignation."
Dividers by @/saradika
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“Come in,” he calls, glancing up and smiling at their sibling coming in
“Hey, We have a meeting in 10 minutes.”
“What meeting?” The chief of staff questions, confused; he had not been informed of any meeting, which would be weird considering he was the second command
“The one Discussing your resignation,” They deadpanned
He sighs, a small smile growing on his scarred face.
“You’re still mad,” he states
“I don’t know what you mean.” They retort
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hold in a little chuckle.
“Don’t even,” he says, a smirk curling onto his face as he stands up, walking close to Reader
“I mean, how could you, Sabo? You sent the recruit on a mission; meanwhile, me, your sibling, mind you, have been stuck here for a month!”
“The recruit needed some experience,” he said smiling softly
“While you need experience in patience,” he quips
They sputter a scoff
“I am patient enough. I have dealt with you Ace’s and Luffy’s antics for years, so I believe that proves my point!”
“Would Hardly call you patient even back when we were with Dadan, always so violent, first one to hand out punches when we fought among us” He says teasingly
“T-th- You guys were a handful! I was younger, so I needed to make a point somehow!”
“I rest my Case.”
“That doesn’t have to do with this anyways,” they exclaim, knowing they weren’t going anywhere with this
“You just proved my point, Reader; you need to learn that sometimes you’ll have to be patient and levelheaded.”
He can tell that this is a hard pill for them to swallow, and Sabo was enjoying it way too much
They groan
“I should have accepted Luffy’s offer to join him, hell even Ace’s man crew would be better than this!”
They walk closer to Reader and, pulling at their cheeks, a tight smile now replacing their teasing grin
“Like I said, impatient.”
“Oouch Sabo, that hurts.” They whine trying to escape his grip
His smirk grew wider as he continued to hold their cheeks
“I said you need to learn how to wait, didn’t I?”
“Let goo,” they whine
He lets go of their cheeks after hearing them whine.
He backs off a little bit, not wanting to anger them too much.
“You can be incredibly cute, you know that?” He says in almost a sing-song voice
They rub their cheeks with a pout
“You’re mean, Sabo.”
“Oh? If that’s the case, then I guess I just have to fill up your expectations.” He said getting closer
“Don’t you dare, you ass!” They scream backing up
He snickers softly
“What's Wrong? I thought the cryptanalyst wanted to take the chief of staff on?”
“Sabo, get away from me!”
He grins easily, getting a hold of them
“Heh, not so smart now, are ya?” he teases as he starts to noogie them
They screech, fighting against his hold
“I should just pick you up; you’re so tiny I probably wouldn’t even have to try too much.”
They quickly put their leg behind his, pulling it forward knocking them to the ground, not taking into account that he would keep his hold on them and bringing them to the ground with him
He grins as he switches their position, putting them in a headlock, wrapping his legs around them
“Okay, okay! I give, I give!”
He lets go of his legs, slowly releasing the headlock, smiling down at them
“That's what I thought.”
They glare at him as he sits on the love seat on his office, leaning back and leaving them on the ground to catch their breath
“Come on, Sabo, when will you give me field missions!”
“You’re a cryptanalyst, not a front fighter; you’re not ready for the front lines, you’ll die within minutes as you are.” He replies bluntly
“I did just take you down within the minute.”
They raise their body up slightly to glare at him
“You’re the chief of staff; of course, you would take me down! Not everyone is a tank like you, Sabo, not to mention you are an actual tank with your Mera-Mera, that's a faulty test.”
“I never had to resort to using my fruit; even without it, I still managed to overwhelm you. You're a cryptoanalyst, not to mention you’re also our language expert; you’re essential to the Revolutionary Army Reader, and we need you in here; can’t lose you,” He said, pouring tea into two cups
“Come on, Sabo! Just once, I want to be able to crack codes while in the field!”
He sighs, taking a sip of their tea before continuing
“Reader, you alone lead our intelligence network; you are not built for battle, not to mention that regardless of how much of a hothead you are-
“OI!”
-you’re still quite the pacifist, and as your big brother, I have to keep you safe,” he finishes, not paying any mind to their protests
“Then what if I go on a mission with you? You can make sure I don’t get in over my head.”
He pauses a moment deep thought.
“Please, Sabo! I promise I'll listen to your orders, and I'll back up as soon as you think it’s too much, just once, please?” They said, putting their hands together
He sighs nodding
“Fine, but as soon as I give the order, you back off.”
He raises an eyebrow at them
“You’ll listen to me?” He confirms
“Yes!”
“Promise?”
“I promise!”
He sighs again and rolls his eyes, smiling
“fine, one mission and you better listen well.”
“Yes! Im going to the field!” They cheer, jumping up from their position excitedly
“Guess we don’t need that meeting after all!”
“Wait. You actually set up a meeting?”
“Hah….Well, before you let it sink in, remember that im you’re sibling, and you love me very much,” they squeak
He just put his tea down, facing them with another tight smile, although this one looked vastly tighter than his previous one as he stood up slowly
“S-Sabo, let’s be mature about this!”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry,” he said, punching his open arm in a threatening manner, his flames coating his fist as he did
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Dragon in his office be like 🙃.Yall do you guys think my stories are getting bad? Or like predictable? Can’t help but notice how repetitive some things are.
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