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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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AHH girl dad! pedro is really just occupying my mind rn….

that one imagine with expecting! reader really has me in a chokehold but just thinking about how sweet pedro would be while your in labor

from the jump, he’d be by your side. the minute you feel your water break in bed and your contractions are feeling a little too real, hes right by your side. his old man brain is definitely a little discombobulated at first bit he’s definitely trying to get you out of your now soaked pjs and into some dry sweats to get you into the car.

thanks to you and all your nesting while pedro’s at work, all the hospital bags were set up and stocked fully for you, him, and the baby, along with the carseat already being installed, you guys were officially set up to be parents!!! pedro knows these contractions are really taking a toll on you so he’d give you all the time in the world to get your bum in the car. as soon as your both seated and settled, the drive over is filled with so much groaning and moaning and squeezing his hand with a freakishly amount of strength, because once again, contractions are indeed, a bitch.

but pedro will let you scream and shout all you need, hes just happy to be there with you. but he cant help but feel some sort of guilt. you both had entered this journey into parenthood but here you were carrying the heaviest load. so he did what he could best. after arriving in the hospital and being sent up to the suite you’d be staying in for the next few days, he’ your number 1 advocate. you want more ice chips? he’s already running down to grab you some more. one nurse isnt following the intended birth plan? best believe he is already asking for a new one. back hurts? hes the first to get behind you and rub it. hes going on walks with you, doing your lamaaze training (which he initially thought was dumb), holding you the exact way you need to be held, whispering sweet nothings, telling you how strong you are and how proud he is of you.

pedro makes it known that he wants to be as involved in the birthing process as possible, however he is needed. when its time to push, hes holding your leg up for you, praising you, helping the doctor count down on the pushes. as terrifying as it sounds, he had never been more glad to make such an effort. getting to watch beautiful, life-changing moment for the both you you. watching your daughter enter the world. i wholeheartedly believe the minute that little girl comes out, hes sobbing. i mean not that you arent but he just can’t express any other emotion what the overwhelming feeling of gratitude he feels. he feels incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful partner. he feels so lucky to have someone who was willing to go through all the troubles and challenges pregnancy presented to you. he feels incredibly lucky to have his heart grown even bigger for the newest addition into yalls life.

the minute your daughter is placed on you chest, it is the first time in a while that everything just feels right, and in place. your heart is more than content. you and your little family.🤍

i have so many thoughts in my mind about dad! pedro pascal, i just have no idea where to put them😭

Labour - p.p

hello angels! i’m honestly fuming because my last pedro fanfic got cut short- idk wtf is up with tumblr BUT… this request was the cutest thing i’ve ever read i don’t even think my writing is going to live up to it. i hope this is okay that it’s a part two to my last fanfic! enjoy angels (p.s dad! imagines are my fave so don’t be shy to put them in my inbox! x) 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple⚠️

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"Pedro, get here right now" you shouted as you sat up in bed, looking down at the now soaking bedcovers. he had insisted you go lay down and rest as a few contractions throughout the day had worn you out and now, after an hour of sleep, your water had finally broke. you heard rapid foot steps approaching the bedroom and then the door fly open.

"what?" he looked frantic, and once he saw your anxious look on your face he knew. he walked to your side of the bed and lifted the bed covers off of you and held his hand out so he could help you up which you gently took ahold of. he could see the wet stain on the bedsheet but that was the last thing he was worrying about, he was worrying about you.

he helped you sit up and watched as a contraction surged through your body, making your face scrunch up and a small whimper escape your mouth, you squeezed his hand and tried breathing through it. after the contraction subsided you turned your body so your feet were flat on the floor, getting out of bed had gotten a lot harder and you always had to sit to catch your breath before you could get up.

"i'm sorry" you said as you looked back at the stained bed. he kept his gentle hold on your hand and lent in to give you a small kiss on your forehead. "hey, don't worry. it's only a bedsheet baby, are you okay?" once he saw you give him a small nod and a smile which reassured him enough he let go of your hand and walked to the chest of draws to get you some knew sweatpants then quickly made his way back to you.

"we gotta get you to the hospital love, you've gotta get changed" he helped you stand up which made his heart crush when he saw you breathing through yet another contraction. each one was coming with a whole new level of pain and it broke his heart that he couldn't do anything to take the pain away.

after that contraction finally subsided he helped you get changed into the fresh sweatpants and with that he grabbed your phone and your hand then helped you make your way to front door, he had to grab the baby's bags which were packed by you. you had started packing a month before your due date whilst Pedro was still working/doing interviews and he had never been more grateful that you had done that instead of rushing to do it at near your due date.

the car seat had been installed in the car three weeks ago just incase the baby decided they wanted to show up a little earlier than planned but they didn't, your due date was two days away and it looked like your baby would be coming right on time. once he was sure he had everything he quickly made his way back to you and helped you slip on your shoes and then to the elevator. the ride down to the car park of the apartment complex was filled with groans of pain as the contractions started to get closer together.

Pedro held your hand as the elevator finally stopped on the ground floor and guided you to the car which was luckily not to far away from the elevator, meaning you didn't have to walk far. "babe we have to stop for a second" you said, these contractions were really brutal, so brutal that they actually made you want to cry and that was rare. you had a very high pain tolerance so when Pedro saw you with teary eyes he knew these were really getting to you.

you hunched over slightly as a more painful contraction hit you, this time the pain went to the bottom of your back and lower stomach. Pedro let go of your hand and placed it on your back, rubbing it softly. "you're doing so well honey, so so well" he said as you stood up right again. all you wanted to do was sit down and with the car being in your view, maybe 15 steps away, you knew you needed to get there.

Pedro kept his hand on your back as you both started walking to the car again and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally made it. he opened the passenger door for you and helped you into the seat. "you comfortable baby?" he asked you and watched you nod your head. you had heard from so many people that contractions hurt but you did not think they would hurt this much. he closed the car door and then made his way to the boot so he could put the bags away.

once he was settled in the drivers side he immediately started the car and started the thirty minute drive to the hospital. the whole ride to the hospital was filled with you groaning in pain with each contraction that came and with that came the soft words of encouragement Pedro spoke to you. this was probably the softest you'd ever heard him and it made your heart swell with love as he tried his best to make you feel better, 'you're doing so well my love, keep breathing that's it' 'you're gonna be such a good mama, you're doing brilliantly honey'

"mother fucker this hurts so much" you said as you squeezed Pedro's hand tightly. he took his eyes off of the road for a split second to look at you. he didn't know why but he felt guilty. you were both becoming parents, both on this pregnancy journey together yet you were the one that had dealt with the morning sickness, crazy hormone changes, cravings, back pain, and now contractions. "i know sweetheart but you're doing so well, we are almost there, five minutes tops" he lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a small kiss there for comfort.

you were finally at the hospital in the room where you would give birth to your baby. the nurse had checked and you were only 7cm dilated meaning you had another 3 to go. you were hunched over the bed, trying to get some sort of relief from the pain in your back, laying down did not help at all so you had to stick to this. Pedro was behind you, massaging the bottom of your back as you groaned in pain.

he watched the monitor which was tracking all of your contractions and saw that this one was a lot worse than the other ones. "that's it honey, well done. you're doing amazing" his words of encouragement filled your ears as your hand grabbed onto the bed sheets, keeping them in a tight grasp until the contraction subsided.

"that one was so bad" you said as you stood up straight and turned to face Pedro. he had a sympathetic look on his face. "i know" he opened his arms and you immediately 'fell' into him, needing one of his hugs. they always calmed you down somehow and right now you needed to calm down. "i'm so hungry" you said with a sigh.

you, for some reason, were only allowed to eat ice chips and all you wanted was a burger and actual chips but you couldn't, not until after you'd given birth. "we've run out of ice baby, let me go get you some" and with a kiss on forehead he pulled away from you to go find a nurse. within 5 minutes he was back with more ice chips. "here you are" he said lifting the spoon filled with ice chips up to your lips so you could eat them. "thank you sweetie" you said as you chewed on the ice. he lent in to kiss you on the lips and said a small "you're welcome" before feeding you more ice.

Pedro had been a bit weary of one particular nurse, she was in her mid 30s and was the most judgemental person he'd ever met. she was just not listening to a thing you had suggested and she was just one of those nurses who never listened to their patient, whatever the nurse wanted to do that's what was happening with no debate.

Pedro finally had enough of her when she almost made you cry with her harsh words and judgmental stares which lingered a little to long so she knew you'd notice. you both got judged on a daily basis on social media for your age gap but you had never had any bad experiences in real life, people were always so kind to you and in the thousands of judgemental people where were thousands of supportive people who always said how cute you guys were.

he had waited until she left before he slipped out of the room to speak to someone about getting a different nurse. you were in so much pain and having a nurse who wasn't making you feel any better was not something he'd ever want you to go through. luckily, there was an older nurse who was more than happy to take over. she must of been in her 60s. she followed Pedro back to your room and introduced herself to you. already the atmosphere had changed, she was so sweet to both of you and there was definitely no judgement coming from her.

"y/n, i think because you've been stuck at 7cm for the past two hours you go for a little walk around the ward, it doesn't have to be a long one but it could speed this up a bit and it also means you don't have to be stuck in this room" Mary, the new nurse said to you with a smile. she left you and Pedro alone and with that you both started walking around the maternity ward, hoping that this would finally speed up the process and will allow you both to finally meet your baby.

"that's it y/n you're doing absolutely amazing, keep that push" Pedro was holding your left leg and looking at his baby being born. you let go of the push and let your head fall back onto the pillow for a second just so you could catch your breath. "well done sweetheart" you heard Pedro say as you felt a small kiss on your forehead.

"and again y/n, push with this next contraction. well done" you heard Mary say as you pushed as hard as you could through the pain, groaning and the pain became almost unbearable. "that's it sweetheart, keep going" he was still holding your leg but was now by you, comforting you as you pushed. "okay stop pushing sweetie, that was amazing pushing y/n, i can see the head" Mary smiled and your heart swelled at the thought of your baby being here any second.

"okay, another contraction coming, give this one a big push y/n. this will probably be your last one" and as soon as that contraction came, your chin was to your chest as you pushed. you groaned as you felt your baby finally coming out. Pedro was now up again, wanting to see his baby come into the world. as soon as you heard that loud cry coming from your baby, instant tears started falling down both yours and Pedro's cheeks.

"you did it baby, i'm so proud of you" he said, tears rolling down his face as he kissed you passionately. "congratulations you two, it's a girl" Mary quickly put the baby on your chest and you looked down at this beautiful bundle of joy. Pedro thought he could never love anything more than he loved you, but as soon as he set eyes on his daughter his love for her grew, no words could describe how much he loved her.

"hi my angel, it's so nice to finally meet you" you whispered to her as you gently grabbed ahold of her tiny hand. she was beautiful. utterly perfect. Mary took your baby to the other side of the room where she would be weighed and would have all the regular checks any baby had, leaving you and Pedro alone. you moved over in the bed, allowing him to lay down next to you and as soon as he did he pulled you into his embrace.

"thank you" you heard him whisper as a few small kisses were planted on your forehead. he was grateful, grateful that you'd you went through this entire pregnancy and carried your baby, grateful that you'd chosen to do this with him and grateful that you'd grown your baby and now she was here with you both, where she belonged.

you looked up at him and saw that his tears hadn't stopped, they were still flowing freely down his flushed cheeks. you reached your hand up to wipe the tear streaks and smiled. "you don't have to thank me-" "no i do. you have done so much these past 9 months and i'm so grateful for that. i could have never done what you have and and i'm just really really lucky" he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

after a few short minutes of it being just the two of you, Mary brought over a wrapped up bundle of joy who was looking around the room with her dough eyes. "8 ibs and 6 Oz. she's really healthy. i'm going to leave you two alone for a while to give you time to adjust but just ring the buzzer if you need anything. again congratulations, she's absolutely beautiful" after she passed you your baby, you both said thank you and watched as she left the room.

"she's got so much hair" you whispered as you looked down at her, running your hand carefully over the top of her head. she was the most precious thing you'd ever seen. Pedro watched the two of you together, he had never in his left felt like this. he just felt pure love and adoration for the two of you. "she looks just like you baby, she's so beautiful" he kissed your forehead and let his hand stroke her cheek. this was love and he was so excited for the journey ahead.

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sarahthebanished · 2 years

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The one where Eddie is obsessed with your ass and gets himself worked up when you’re trying to go to sleep.

18+ Short one shot. Smut. Quickie. Unprotected sex. Ass worship. Begging. Cum shot. Mild dirty talk. No plot, just porn. Tenderness.

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Did he just bite your ass? He definitely just bit your ass.

Laying across the bed on your side, in just your shirt and panties, you were SO tired you had almost fallen asleep immediately upon contact. Eddie was, of course, practically worshipping your backside. Squeezing and grabbing at the cheeks, his cold rings pressing into your warm skin. Bending over to plant kisses, lick, nibble, bite at the flesh. “Baby,” you groaned in a half hearted effort to get him to stop. “You’re gonna get yourself all worked up.”

He stood up from the bent position he had been in, pressed himself into you, and said blatantly “Too late.”

You chuckled and looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes wide with arousal. “I’m so sleepy, Eddie,” you protested. “Don’t have the energy.”

“Just stay there, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work.” He watched your face carefully.

You smiled and laid your head back down, a silent consent, and you heard him fumbling frantically to get his belt undone and pants pulled down.

He spanked your cheek roughly, pushing your legs up towards your chest to poke your ass out even further. “So, so good to me,” he praised, hooking your panties in this thumb and pulling them upwards, holding them out of the way of your slit.

In an instant, he was pushing inside of you. You moaned at the sensation. His thrust were gentle at first, but grew faster as you made noises of approval and looked up at him. Sleepily, you laid there, muscles relaxed and folded up under his gaze, being fucked into like a toy.

“Mmm” you whimpered softly, running a hand around your breast that was bouncing in response to his thrusts. You twisted your own nipple and Eddie groaned loudly at the sight.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned a compliment down on you as his pace quickened and his breath hitched. Knowing he was close, you encouraged him without a word, staring into his eyes. His grip on your cheek and thigh tightened as he thrusted faster and faster into your tight, wet heat.

“You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Mmhmm”, was all he answered, unable to form words due to the pleasure. He bucked into you a few more times, before you felt a sudden absence, and the hot droplets of his orgasm rained down across your exposed hip and ass cheek as he grunted with satisfaction.

He leaned over your torso, kissing you sweetly a few times. “Thanks baby,” Eddie expressed his gratitude earnestly, “let me get you a towel.”

After cleaning himself off of you, he adjusted your panties into the proper position and stripped down, crawling into bed next to you.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead before laying down on his own pillow. “G’night baby,” you replied quietly, already drifting off to sleep.

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southsidestory · 5 months

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Chapter 1: Grounds for Harassment

Mickey knows he’s a piece of shit. It’s easy to forget sometimes, like how piss in the carpet stops stinking after it’s settled, but every now and then he’ll think something so awful that he remembers, Oh, yeah. Piece of shit.

That happens when Mandy says Ian Gallagher messed with her (and not in the good way). Because Mickey’s first thought is that Mandy is lying, and his second is thank fuck.

Getting to hunt down Ian is the best thing that’s happened to Mickey in months.

“What he do to you, exactly?”

“I’m not giving you the gross details!” Mandy shouts.

She leans against the front door, blocking the handle, as if he’s stupid enough to go inside the house.

He’s been locked out for a week. A whole fucking week of stealing food from corner stores, taking a leak behind buildings, and sleeping in icy alleys. He can’t even remember what he did to set Ronnie off this time, but his uncle must still be angry if Mandy won’t let him in on the sly.

Mickey sniffs back snot, then spits on the porch. He hopes he’s not getting a goddamn cold. “Will you at least let me in after I beat the shit out of Ian?”

Mandy tugs on a lock of her hair. “If Uncle Ronnie will let me.”

“That’s some award-winning gratitude right there.”

“You got to know that I want to let you in,” Mandy whines. “But if I do he’ll kick me out with you and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not a moron.” Mickey adjusts his coat and scratches his cheek, moving dirt from his skin to under his fingernails. “Guess I’ll just keep smelling like a pig sty.”

He’ll probably knock Ian back with his stench, won’t even have to hit him.

“If it makes you feel any better, the water’s turned off, so you couldn’t shower anyway,” Mandy says. “Nobody paid the bill again.”

“You look squeaky fucking clean for a girl who’s got no running water at home.”

Mandy picks at her cuticles. A tell that means shame. “I showered at a friend’s house last night.”

“Ah. That code for ‘fucked a dude in exchange for basic hygiene’?”

Mandy grabs a crumpled beer can off the porch and lobs it at him. Mickey catches it and passes it between his hands. Left, right. Left, right.

“Maybe I should hit up Angie Zhago. Trade a ride on my dick for a bath.”

And a bed. Speckled bruises cover his right side from the cracked pavement and gravel he slept on last night.

“Are you going to beat up Ian or stand here all day with your thumb up your butt?” Mandy asks.

Mickey turns away, shoots his sister the bird over his shoulder, and hurries down the steps.

He could go to the shelter for a shower and a hot meal, but he’d rather stay freezing, filthy, and hungry than deal with a bunch of homeless assholes. Half of them are plain batshit, most would steal his stuff if he doesn’t take it into the shower with him, and plenty are actual rapists (unlike Ian) who’ll think he’s an easy target because he’s young and short.

No shower, no food. Time to find his brothers, or maybe some cousins, and get down to business.

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shadowynn · 1 year

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| in love and lore | three |

pairing: ateez x fem reader (yeosang x reader focused chapter)

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: little more cursing than usual, prejudice against mc, some violence, some yandere themes

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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“Do you have any idea who I am?”

You struggled to control the frustration that bloomed within you at the scene happening on the other side of the infirmary. While the backlash your presence brought to those who deemed themselves a higher class had upset you when you were younger, you had dealt with it and their hatred towards you enough times to learn the only thing you could do was just let it roll off your back. The young half-daemon who had the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of the latest human to take offense to your presence had a harder time ignoring the statements and was close to tears from the commotion the woman had started.

You had watched it unfold from your position in the back for the past few minutes, hoping it wouldn’t escalate any further. Hoping one of the human healers would go over and deal with it. But despite clearly seeing the trouble she had started - her screeching voice echoed throughout the room making it impossible for anyone to ignore - no one showed any inclination of heading over to deal with it or help the poor girl out.

“I apologize, but will you excuse me for just a moment?”

Your eyes flicked back to the man you had been attending to, the bandages you had been unwrapping from his arm slipping through your fingers when the woman threw the vial she had been handed against the floor, shattering the glass and spilling the contents. If Suho were here, he would have stepped in by now, but he was still in the back and oblivious to the fit the woman was throwing. With him gone for the time being and the others content with just letting the half-daemon suffer for the time being, you had little choice but to step in yourself. You couldn’t sit here and watch her suffer any longer.

The man had also been watching the scene with careful eyes, but turned back to you when your grip on his arm tightened momentarily. His head tilted, and you had a hard time reading his expression as he nodded.

“Of course.”

Nodding your gratitude, you made your way over to the counter where the two were standing. Hana was nearly shaking as the woman once again began going through all the connections she had in the council and how each of them were going to hear how someone of her status was being treated. How much of an insult it was for her to be waited upon by a mutt.

“Hana, I believe Suho was needing some help in the back.” Relief bloomed over her features at your approach. With a quick nod of her head, she took her leave towards the back to get Suho, muttering her gratitude to you under her breath as she went. “I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am.” Despite the dislike you held towards her for the way she was acting, you kept your tone as even as possible. The last thing you needed was to do anything that might escalate the situation any further. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Just what kind of establishment do you think you’re running here? Letting mutts serve the common people is just asking for accidents to happen.” Her arms crossed, eyes boring into you. “I refuse to be served anything made by one of those miscreants.”

“I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am,” you repeated, struggling to resist the urge to roll your eyes and oblige to her request. While the knowledge was common enough among those who worked in the respective fields, the fact that only those with magic flowing through their veins were able to brew potions or create runes to enchant armor and weapons was conveniently skimmed over by the majority of the humans. If you were to do exactly what she asked, you’d be giving her something that wouldn’t work. And if it didn’t do exactly what she wanted, it would only lead to you getting in even more trouble than if you had fought her on it. “If you don’t mind waiting for just a moment longer, the lead healer will be out to oblige to your request.”

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but commotions such as this one had grown more and more common the past few days as the remaining waves of refugees came flocking to the city. While Maehwa’s population of half-daemons had greatly increased in the past few years to help with the war efforts, your kind weren’t generally seen in the other cities, leading to an increasing distrust towards you from the refugees who weren’t as accustomed to your presence or aware of your talents. It was only midday, and yet, this was the third customer who had refused to be served by yourself or Hana.

“How stupid do you think I am?” It took a few seconds, but she finally took note of the fact you were just another half-daemon like the girl before when she took notice of your eyes. “You thought you could sneak your way over and do the poisoning yourself, you conniving, little bitch.”

“No, ma’am, I’m only here to get-“ But your words were lost to the void as her anger at your mere presence grew.

“You saw I wouldn’t take the poison from the other mutt, so you decided you would come over and do it yourself. You thought you could earn yourself some favor with that king of yours by killing someone of my-“

“No, ma’am, I was only trying-“

The sound of her palm hitting your cheek reverberated throughout the room and you became acutely aware of the silence king before you felt the sting. It was enough to make your eyes water and you fought to blink back the tears that had formed. You didn’t have to look around the room to know that every single pair of eyes in the clinic were now on you, and the thought of crying in front of every single one of them had you blinking them back all the more quickly.

“How dare you interrupt me, bitch.”

Her voice had taken a high shrill and her nostrils were flared as she stared you down. The pride that had bloomed across her face when she saw the shock on your face and the hand that raised to touch the skin she had just hit made you want to scream. To scream and kick until you were hoarse in the throat. It wasn’t the humans who healed their soldiers and it wasn’t the humans that stayed up late nearly every night brewing each and every potion they came in and drank. It wasn’t Suho or the other human healers that kept the clinic open and running. It was you. You and every other half-daemon who worked in this damn city. And it was you and you alone who actively bled for them, giving up your blood to supply the health potions they so greedily took.

But you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Because if you did, you would only succeed in getting yourself reported. And if you were reported, you would certainly end up dead before you even had a chance to attempt to defend yourself. The daemons had seen to that when they branded you as a traitor.

So, instead, you simply bowed your head and clenched your fists.

“What’s going on here?” Suho spoke up from behind you, eyeing the bruise that had already started blooming on your face with disdain in his approach.

“This bitch tried to poison me!” The woman threw an accusatory finger in your direction, eyes blazing once more. “I don’t know what kind of establishment you think you’re running here, but I refuse to continue coming to any place that believes these mutts are competent enough to work there. I can only pray you don’t trust them to do the actual brewing too.”

“Now, ma’am-“ Suho began, but the woman wasn’t having any of it. If it wasn’t for the fact she realized Suho was a human, you had no doubt she would have slapped him too.

"My son is on the council at Yuchae and I assure you he will hear of this and have your business shut down indefinitely. In the meantime, however, I am left with little choice but to report your workers here. I'm sure the council will be very interested to hear the very mutts they've been takin in have been trying to poison its citizens."

You tried to regain control of your emotions and keep your face straight, but the threat of being reported made your breath catch. The fear you had tried so hard to keep under wraps the past few days finally beginning to show as the weight of her threat hit.

She was going to report you.

The haughty smile that crossed her face at the reaction her threat pulled out of you was the twist of the knife, and her shoulders lifted when she realized she had finally gotten the response she had wanted from you. It didn't matter that her words weren't true and that you hadn't done any of the things she accused you of. It didn't matter you had only been trying to help her. In the end, it was her words over yours and the words of a human were worth more than yours and all the other half-daemons combined, especially if she truly was the woman she said she was.

The silence which followed her absence was heavy, and her final words echoed in your mind, stinging more than her hand. It didn't matter what had actually occurred between you. She would still end up sending a report to the council for suspicion of traitorous activity. The council, whether they believed her or not, would be forced to investigate and come knocking at your door the following morning to take you away for questioning. They would be forced to give you a truth serum - one you probably brewed yourself - and while it would prove your innocence for the crime you were being accused of, it could very well leave you revealing what you had been up to the past two years if the right questions were asked. You would be left with no choice but to reveal you had not only been actively healing daemon troops, but one of their generals as well. And once the truth was out, invaluable skills or not, they would hang you as a traitor for that vile woman and the others like her to watch.

"Back room, y/n, now." Suho's tone made you jump. Never before had you heard him sound so angry, making you quick to oblige to his request.

"Goddammit, y/n, why couldn't you have just came and got me?" He was quick to break the silence when the door to the back room swung closed, striking a nearby table with his fist. The action caught you by surprise and you were unable to keep yourself from flinching, the sound reminding you of the slap you had taken moments earlier.

"I'm sorry, Suho. She had Hana close to tears and I wasn't thinking clearly. I just wanted to try and calm-" The words flew out of your mouth, inwardly cursing yourself as you realized his words rang true. The smart thing to do would have been to get him yourself, but you had just been so caught up in the moment that you had been more concerned over Hana than your own well-being. She had just turned fourteen and if you hadn't stepped in when you did, it very well could have been her on the other side of her fist.

"The whole world is going to hell and she has to go and take the one person keeping us afloat here because her pride was wounded by a couple of halfbreeds. I'm sure what happened her is exactly what the Yuchaen council wants to hear about when they have daemons assaulting their walls. Does she really think her pride is worth more than an entire city?" Suho cursed again, and as you looked at him with new eyes, you began to see it wasn't you he was so angry with. Annoyed with your attempt to intervene on Hana's behalf, maybe, but his full anger wasn't directed towards you. "I'll do what I can to make them see we can't afford to have you gone for the next week, not with the daemons at our footsteps, but whether or not they'll actually listen to me..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But for now, just take the rest of the day off."

"But-"

"y/n, you've practically lived here since we've gotten back. You're running on empty, so go get some rest while you can. Perhaps I can show the council how much we really do rely on you in your absence, and if not, well, I'm sure you'll need all the rest you can get when the report goes through."

You wanted to fight him on it, eager to get back to work and prove your worth. Prove that you really weren't a traitor and that you really were loyal to the humans who had taken you in. But the look on his face showed this wasn't something you were going to be able to fight him on, and you were left with no choice but to bow your head and follow through with his request by gathering your things and heading out the back door.

"Shit!" You couldn't keep the curse from rolling off your tongue as you exited into the back alley, your fear and frustration from the day hitting you all at once. More curses were quick to follow the first and the tears you had worked so hard to keep under wraps finally came pouring out.

It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair. All you had tried to do was deescalate the situation and save Hana from the woman's fury. You hadn't tried to poison her. You hadn't even raised your voice at her to scream or raised a fist to punch her square in the face like she deserved. She was the one who had screamed obscenities at you. She was the one who had called you names and raised her hand, and yet you were the one who would end up in trouble. You would be the one dead because of it. All because of something you had no control over. All because of something you had never even asked for. All because your father had been a daemon.

"Shit, shit, shit." More curses rolled out, and the side of your fists hit the wall with each word before your voice cracked from the tears and all that was left was your sobs. Your forehead fell against the brick wall in front of you, cool against the heat your emotions had built up.

It just wasn't fair. In all your years you had never raised your fist at anyone. You had never hurt anyone. You had only helped people. You had only ever saved people. And yet, despite everything you had done for the humans around you, you had still been treated like shit your entire life. You had devoted your entire being to them. You had bled for them. And they had yet to show you even an ounce of gratitude for what you had done. They had only ever treated you like scum. They had only treated you like the very mutt they called you.

And then there was the daemons. Despite everything they had done and the cruelty they had shown, you had still tried to help them as well, moved by the empathy you felt towards their dying men. And yet, it did nothing to deter them from treating you any differently than the humans. With sweet promises of rewards and greatness for your deeds only to raise the knife to your throat the moment you stepped a toe out of line. After all, it was them who had gotten you in this mess when they decided to brand you with the mark of their king. If it wasn't for that, you very well might not be dead in the next few days.

"Are you okay?"

Do I look okay?

You were barely able to contain the words from coming out, snapping at the voice who spoke up next to you from the emotions swirling inside you. Turning your head to the side, you found the man you had been attending to before everything had spiraled out of control.

"I'm sorry, that probably wasn't the best question to ask," he continued, a seamless reply to the answer you had all but snapped at him in your head. "Of course you're not okay."

You rubbed at your face with the back of your sleeve at his approach, attempting to wipe the tears away and regain control of your breathing. How long had he been standing there?

"I apologize. I didn't mean to just leave you there. Are you still in need of assistance?" You attempted a deep breath, but it was still shaky in the exhale.

He shook his head. "I saw what happened back inside. What a bitch." The insult ran off his lips with ease and you couldn't hold back the surprise his statement brought. "If I were you, I would have slapped that shit-eating grin right off her face."

His following statement caught you just off guard as the first, and you couldn't help but give him a quick once over as he came closer. While not all humans hated your kind as much as others, you couldn't remember a time when one of them had been so vocal in calling out the way you were treated, especially not with the current state of the war. Not when the daemons were the enemy.

His eyes were dark and body tense as he raised a hand to take in the bruises you had yet to heal, as though the thought of her touching you in such a way had angered him.

You were suddenly aware how beautiful he was in that moment - how had you not noticed how attractive he was until now? - acutely conscious of the fingers shamelessly brushing against your skin. He stood just a few inches taller than yourself, with light brown hair that hung down around his eye level. The majority of it was pushed back behind his ears, but there was a stray piece hanging in front of his eye and you fought the sudden urge to brush it away for him.

You didn't know who this man was, sure you would have remembered a face such as his own, but there was a familiarity and sense of longing towards him that you couldn't explain. The hole in your chest that you had since grown accustomed to seemed to lessen in that moment, as though a piece of you that had been burned away had been filled once more.

"Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't. It would have only gotten me in more trouble than I already am."

His fingers gently prodded against your cheek as you spoke, tilting your head to the side to get a better look of it in the light. You briefly thought about how you should push him away, surprised by your lack of care for how close he was, but the cool brush of his fingers was refreshing and you found yourself unconsciously tilting your face further into his touch.

"Your concern is appreciated, but I assure you I am fine. It'll go away in a few days."

Or as soon as you got home and were away from any prying eyes to see your ability at work. Healing it now would only raise questions you weren't comfortable with answering. The last thing you needed was to be in even more trouble for something as stupid as using your ability around a human.

You gave him a hint of a smile before finally taking a step back and bowing your head to try and hide the blush his presence brought. You didn't know what was up with you. Whether it was just his attractiveness, his concern, or both, that had you acting in this way. But this sort of interaction wasn't normal for you. Besides your siblings, no one had ever shown this type of concern towards you, especially not a human, and you could find yourself getting a bit uncomfortable with it now that the initial shock of his appearance was over. His presence may have held a hint of warmth to it, but you couldn't help but begin to doubt his intentions as your head cleared. It must have been an act. It had to be an act. Why else would someone like him be doing this? One wrong move and his true colors would show. One wrong move and the whole charade would come crashing down.

"How do you stand it? I've only been in the city for a few days now and yet, the way these people treat you, it's sickening. You've saved so many of their lives, devoted your entire being into helping them, and they look at you as though you're nothing more than trash."

"It's all I've ever known, and when you hear the same insults day after day, you begin to just tune them out. You just get used to it." You shrugged, wondering where exactly he was from to find this sort of behavior unusual. You had traveled to many cities throughout your twenty years, but no matter where you went, the humans were always the same. "And it's better than just being left to die. With the humans I may be hated, but at least I'm given a semi-normal life. That's more than I would have ever had if I had been born amongst the daemons."

You were careful in your response. He may have shown you sympathy, but it was hard for you to fully trust him. If this was really an act like you suspected, then saying anything outright against the humans would only land yourself in a worse position than you already were.

"Do you really believe that?" His gaze softened, as though he had taken offense to your comment, but in what way, you couldn't understand. You hadn't said anything wrong, had you? "That you would be better here than amongst the daemons?"

"Well, everyone's heard the stories about how the daemons treat those impure of blood, even those who haven't been threatened with it their entire lives." You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself. The way daemons treated those not fully daemon was something humans threw your way often. It was their way of reminding you how lucky you were to have been born on their side. Of how grateful you should be to them that they didn't just kill you when you had been born. "Despite all their faults, I'm alive, aren't I? Maybe it's just because of their need for the magic that flows in my blood, but my life does hold some semblance of normality. I have a job, a home, and a family I get to see. All of which is more than the daemons would have given me. The moment they saw the lack of horns on my head, they would have dumped me outside and left me to the elements. For how dare the bloodline be tainted by something so impure."

"It may have used to be that way, but I've heard things have started changing since the new daemon king was crowned. He's said to be more lenient with the halfbreeds." He leaned his shoulder against the wall next to you, turning his body to where he was still facing you as he crossed his own arms. "As long as they show their fealty to the golden crown, they're free to live and do as they please."

"I'm not saying you're wrong, but it sure hasn't felt like that from my point of view. Nothing has changed from the way the daemons look at me. It hasn't changed the way they view me."

You shook your head, collapsing against the wall behind you and leaning your head back to rest against the bricks. You didn't run into daemons often when you weren't undercover, but were often forced to interact with those who had been captured whenever you were called outside Maehwa's walls. None of the humans liked to go near them, so you were the one tasked with delivering their food when you weren't bogged down in the infirmary. The moment they saw you were a half-daemon, the insults would start flying.

"I mean, after a few hundred years, you'd think they would come up with some new insults, wouldn't you?" You huffed, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. Your eyes caught his when you glanced his way, expecting to see him crack a smile at your joke, but were surprised by the from that crossed them instead.

"You've been treated unkindly?"

"Are you serious?" You couldn't stop the snort his reply brought, certain he wasn't actually surprised at the knowledge, but one more look and you could tell he was.

"I apologize. I grew up on the borders where relationships between daemons and humans weren't quite as... tense." He shifted uncomfortably, shoulders tense. "I forgot that not everyone has such favorable opinions towards daemons and half-daemons as I'm used to."

"I'm sorry as well."

Your hand reached for his shoulder, hoping to convey your empathy. You had forgotten that relations had been more amicable between the two in the villages near the borders. Despite intermingling being frowned upon by each side, they had been left alone for the most part before the war had begun. The villages had been the first to be hit nearly twenty years ago, and while the humans had recruited the majority of the half-daemons for the war efforts, the rest of the citizens had been left defenseless against the daemon forces.

"I've heard about how it went down near the border when the war began. I can't imagine what you might have gone through."

"Thank you." His hand raised to yours, offering you a smile. "That means more than you probably know."

You returned his smile, finally beginning to understand him. It made sense now why he had been so outspoken in how you were treated by both sides and why he didn't seem to despise you as much as the others. He had grown up somewhere where people like you weren't so uncommon. Somewhere where people like you weren't so hated. And somewhere that had been betrayed by both sides when they had done nothing to stop the villages from being razed to the ground.

"If you ask me, humans, daemons, this fucking war. It's all shit."

You sighed, slipping your hand out from under his and dropping it to your side. You didn't know who this man was - hell, you didn't even know his name yet - but you felt yourself beginning to trust him. There was just something about being with him that made you feel like you were safe. That you were seen. Seen for who you really were without any condemnation towards the part of you that wasn't human or the part that wasn't daemon. Just you. Purely you.

"The humans are jealous of the daemons for the magic that flows in their veins and the daemons have allowed that same magic to cloud their brains. Each of them like to believe they are better than the other, but in the end, they're just two sides of the same coin. They're both just terrible people doing terrible things to each other and we get to be the lucky ones caught in the middle of it all."

"What would you have done if things had been different?" He surprised you with his reply, turning the conversation to something a bit lighter. "If this war wasn't going on and no one cared about your blood status and you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted, what would you do?"

You paused for a second, mulling over the question. While no one had outright asked you this before, it was something you had thought about before.

"I'd open my own shop," your reply was soft. "It would be one of those little buildings where I would live above my shop and have my own private garden in the back so I could grown the majority of the ingredients myself. I would brew anything and everything I wanted and help those who needed me. It wouldn't be about the money, I'd take whatever they could afford, but rather just getting to do something I love on my own terms and no one else's."

You felt your cheeks begin to tint at your confession, slightly embarrassed by how obvious it was that this was something you had spent some time thinking about. It was just a shame that it would never come to be. When you were younger, you had foolishly believed the life you lived would only last through the war. That once it was finally over, you would be free to do whatever you wanted. It wasn't until you were older that you realized how foolish you had been. Even if the humans did win and you survived to the end, something like that would never be achievable. Someone like you would never be granted that much freedom.

"What about you?" You were quick to ask, embarrassed by your own confession now that it was out and not quite wanting to hear what his thoughts on it might have been. "If you could do anything, what would you do?"

"Hmm," he hummed, lips twisting as he mulled over your question. "This might sound a little strange, but I think I would really just want to finally settle down. To not have to be on the move anymore and just be at peace with the people I care for. It's silly, I know, but having a ma- ...wife and family is something I thought would never, could never, be mine."

"I don't think it's silly." You shook your head. "And I hope you live long enough to see it come true. Everyone deserves that kind of happiness in their life, and, well, I can't imagine someone like you having a very hard time finding it."

"Someone like me?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Your cheeks tinted once more at his question, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips all but saying he already knew what you were implying. "You know, like nice. Kind. Sweet." Beautiful. You meant the words you said to him, but it was really that last word that held the most significance to your statement. One more look was all it took to remember how unbelievably attractive he was. Why he thought a wife was out of the question for him, you couldn't understand. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."

He hummed, pleased with your response. "Well, if someone like you thinks that, then it must come true one day."

"Someone like me?"

"You know, kind. Nice. Sweet. Beautiful."

You couldn't stop the sharp intake his comment caused, sure you had misheard him and imagine it, but the smirk which covered his face in that moment said otherwise. You were quick to turn your face away, hoping he couldn't see how red your face was growing. Hoping he wouldn't see how much his words had affected you.

"I'm sorry. I just realized I never introduced myself."

You could hear the amusement in his tone as he spoke, but you were still grateful he decided to drop it for now and switch the conversation once more. You weren't sure how to take his following statement, much less how to respond to it. It was obvious he was just teasing you - there was no way someone like him could actually be serious with any of it - but the effect was still there. The only person who had ever called you beautiful before had been Seonghwa, and you knew that hardly counted. He had to have been delirious when he said that, out of it from just coming back from death's door.

"I'm Yeosang."

"Oh, I'm y/n," you stumbled out. "It's nice to meet you, Yeosang, even if it's only for this one moment."

Reality came crashing back down on you in that moment. One thought of what life might have been like with this man quickly reminding you that despite his comments, it was impossible. Not only because it was ridiculous to think someone like him would ever want to be with you, but because you wouldn't even be alive for much longer. Unless a miracle occurred, the next time he would see you would be at the gallows with a noose around your neck. And what would he think of you then? When he learned just what you had done to aid the daemons? The very people who had destroyed his hometown and burned anyone who had been unable to escape in time.

"What do you mean?" His expression fell at your sudden shift in mood, that teasing smile that had graced his lips falling as his eyes searched you for an answer.

"Didn't you hear? She's reporting me." Your voice cracked as the realization of your impending doom hit you once more. This bittersweet interaction with Yeosang, perhaps the nicest and prettiest human you had ever met, was only a distraction from the inevitable. One brief, happy moment to conclude the mess your life had tumbled into. "And, well, with the growing tensions between humans and daemons, I have a hard time believing I'll make it out of this one alive."

Your hand rubbed at the top of your chest where the golden hilt of the sword was still engraved on your skin. Despite all the runes and spells Soomin had attempted, none of them had been able to erase or hide the mark that laid there. Her magic wasn't nearly powerful enough to combat whatever the Black General had done to you.

"That's only if she gets around to filing it."

"What do you mean? Of course she's going to file it. You saw the way she was acting in there."

For the first time since you had met him, you found yourself wary at his words, not quite trusting the dark gleam that had taken up in his eyes.

"You're right." He shook his head, offering another breathtaking smile in an attempt to lighten the mood back up. "I guess it was just wishful thinking she would change her mind or that something might happen to her before she gets around to filing it. The world would be a better place without pigs like her contaminating it."

"Unfortunately, that's not how the world works," you reply, watching him carefully out of the corner of your eyes.

The relaxed exterior he had previously presented had disappeared and you couldn't stop yourself from shuffling a step or two back, this new demeanor of his making you nervous. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, mirroring the frustration you had felt earlier.

It was very nice meeting you, Yeosang, but I think I should get going." You voice was soft, busy wondering where this new side of his had come from. "If we don't ever see each other again, well, then, I wish you the very best."

"Don't worry, y/n." He grabbed your wrist when you went to pass him by, stopping your movements and forcing you to look back up at him one last time. His eyes had lightened, and though they still appeared sad, a smile graced his lips as he took you in one last time. "I have a feeling this won't be the only time we have the pleasure of meeting." Using the hold he still had on you, he raised your hand towards his mouth and lightly kissed the top of it. "Until then, try and stay safe for me, will you?"

Little sleep happened in your house that night. Upon revealing what had happened to you at the clinic earlier in the day and the looming report over your head, neither you nor your siblings slept that much, if at all.

Soomin stayed up the entire night trying to create a working rune that hid your golden mark, but no matter what pattern or creation she traced upon your skin, the mark remained as bright and clear as always. She begged you to get some sleep in between each attempt, knowing the best thing you could to for yourself would be to go to the interview well rested, but no matter how long you laid in bed, sleep never did come. Eventually, you just gave up, deciding you would rather spend your remaining time with her and Hyunwoo than escaping your fears through your dreams.

As you waited, you drew. Your job left you little time for hobbies, but you had had a knack for the arts since you were little. Your love for it blooming when you and Hyunwoo would use sticks to draw in the mud when you were still young, competing to see who could create the better drawing, a contest you all but won every time. You didn’t have much money to splurge for many supplies, however, and the majority of your works were done on blanks spaces of scattered papers and documents or the sketchbook Soomin and Hyunwoo had gotten you for your twentieth birthday. The majority of the book was still empty, but you had pulled it out and started sketching in its pages upon the realization you might not live to see it filled.

“Is that the general?”

You were startled from your thoughts when Soomin spoke, peering at the latest sketch over your shoulders.

“No.” You shook your head, just now realizing exactly what you had been drawing. In the midst of everything clawing away at your head, you hadn’t paid much attention to what your hands seemed to pull together on their own accord until Soomin called you out on it. “It’s just a guy I met today on my way home. I don’t know why I added the horns…” Your words stumbled to a close, tilting your head to try and figure out why you had added them. “If you want to see what the general looked like, this is him as best as I can recall.” You flipped back to the previous page, showing the sketch you had done of the daemon she was referring to. Just like the sketch you had nearly completed of Yeosang, the one of the general had seemed to come to on its own accord as well.

“Oh,” Soomin couldn’t hold back her surprise at the second drawing, seemingly just as shocked as you had been when you had seen him for the first time. “He’s…”

“Beautiful? I know,” you finished for her, taking in his sharp features once more, vaguely remembering the way he had said the very same thing about yourself. “It’s quite the difference from the monster you create him to be in your head, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know if I would use that exact word, but yes, he is very different than what I had always pictured one of the Seven to be in my head.” But one look at Soomin’s face was all it took for you to see she might have been stretching the truth a bit with the pink tint her cheeks had suddenly taken. “And what of this other boy?” Soomin turned the topic back to Yeosang to hide her embarrassment, more interested in the boy you had met earlier that day. “He’s also rather…”

“Pretty?” You giggled, amused by your sister’s inability to be honest with her words. “And can you believe he called me pretty too?” Beautiful, actually, but it felt strange admitting his exact words out loud. Not when you knew he didn’t really mean anything by it. Just like Seonghwa hadn’t meant what he had said about you either.

“And you’re just now telling me about this?” Soomin shoved your shoulders, upset this was the first she was hearing about your encounter with the boy.

“To be honest, it was probably just him being sweet. He was from the borders, so he’s more used to people like us.” You shrugged, fighting off the disappointment the truth brought. “I mean, really, what human in their right mind would actually think something like that about me, but I don’t know...” You found it hard to keep your own blush off your face this time around. “It still felt really nice. And he was really nice. It’s just a shame the world is going to hell and it’s dragging us along with it.”

“Don’t give up yet, n/n. You may see him yet again.”

“See who?” Hyunwoo asked as he walked into the house, shaking out the hair he had pulled up and out of the way in order to work at the forge as he slipped off his shoes. While Soomin had gone to work on trying to hide the daemon’s mark on your chest, Hyunwoo had gone back to the forge to work on a project he claimed was a secret for the time being.

“No one,” you replied, attempting to hide your sketchbook, but Soomin ripped it out of your hands and showed the drawing you had done of Yeosang to Hyunwoo before you could stop her.

“n/n met a boy today at the clinic.”

“He’s not actually a daemon,” you retorted at the look Hyunwoo gave you when he saw the drawing and you ripped the book back away from them before they could embarrass you any further, clutching it close to your chest. “The horns just kind of came on their own accord, I guess.”

“He called her pretty.”

“He was just being nice.” You narrowed your eyes at your sister, hoping she would get the hint and stop with the teasing. The last thing you needed was for Hyunwoo to join in too. God forbid any of them run into Yeosang because you would never hear the end of it from either of them. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? The chances of me seeing him again are a lot less than the chances of me dying in the next few days.”

“I guess that means you’ve had no luck with the mark then.” Hyunwoo’s face fell when you shook your head.

“I've tried everything I can think of, but nothing works,” Soomin replied. “Whatever magic was used to create this mark, it’s much more powerful than any rune or spell I can come up with to counteract.”

“I was afraid of that.” Hyunwoo sighed and sank down onto the couch next to you. “If it was a Black General who put it on her, then I doubted any of us would have enough power to counteract it. So, I made you this.”

“You made me a hair comb?” You couldn’t hide the confusion you felt when he handed you the object he had spent the last few hours working on. It was small, about the size of the palm of your hand, golden in color and shaped into the appearance of a plum blossom twig, the namesake of the city you had grown up in. “Wanting me to look my best at the gallows, I see, Woo. That's very thoughtful of you.”

“That’s not funny, y/n.” And by the expression on his face, the joke had gone over no better than the few you had run by Soomin earlier in the night. “And it’s not just a hair comb, it’s a weapon.”

“A weapon? Why would I need a weapon, Woo?” Your brows furrowed, more confused than ever as your fingers ran over the teeth of the comb. It was beautiful, the full extent of Hyunwoo’s masterwork on display. On the back, just below the branch were three small engraved runes.

“It uses the magic in your blood to transform into a dagger.” Hyunwoo took the comb back out of your hand to demonstrate, plucking his finger with one of its teeth. Just as he explained, the comb rearranged itself into a dagger with a blade around six inches in length. “When you want to turn it back, you just press the button at the bottom of the hilt.”

“It’s beautiful, Woo, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re giving this to me.” You took the comb back from his hands, once again admiring the handiwork of your brother. His ability to work metals into any conceivable shape or pattern still amazed you to this day.

“We all know the position you’re in, y/n, and while I would normally suggest it would be best if you just kept your head down and do what they say, I can’t in good conscience just let them take you to your doom without a fighting chance.”

“I’m not a killer, Woo. If it comes down to it, I don’t know if-”

“I know, you’re much to kind than these humans deserve.” His face softened, and you finally saw this was no easier on him than it was on you. It was no easier on either of them than it was on you. And it a way, you had the easier end, for they would be the ones who would be forced to move on without you. “But I’ll feel much better knowing you have that with you than I would without it.”

“Thank you, Woo.” You attempted a smile, squeezing his hand as you accepted his gift without any other question or complaint. “Thank you, both of you. I don’t know what I would do without the two of you. It’s just a shame I managed to drag the you into this mess alongside me.”

The remainder of the night was bittersweet, filled with retellings of adventures from your youth. You sat bundled in a blanket next to the fire, head rested against Hyunwoo’s shoulder. Soomin had given up on figuring out a working rune at your request, and sat in the chair opposite of the two of you. And despite both her and Hyunwoo’s attempts to lighten the mood and get your mind onto better and more pleasant topics, you still noticed the glances they sent your way when they thought you weren’t looking.

You now understood why the daemon from so long ago had wanted you there with him. It was much easier coming to terms with your own death when you weren’t alone. It wasn’t quite as terrifying with someone at your side ushering reassurances that everything was going to be okay. Even if they weren’t true, it was still comforting to not have to face the unknown territory of death all on your own.

You felt your panic begin to grow as dawn arrived, but there was no knock on your door. And though your first thought was that they were just running behind with the current status of the war taking a higher priority, you couldn’t help but start to hold on to the small ray of hope as time continued to creep by and no one had come to collect you.

An hour passed. Followed by another. The sun was steadily in its ascent, and yet, here you were, still curled up on your couch. And though you were surprised by your sudden stroke of luck, all you could chalk it up to was that Suho had come through with his promise. Somehow, someway, he had convinced the council to either push back your interrogation or ignore the report altogether. Either way, you couldn’t help but begin to breathe a bit easier once the realization you just might be in the clear hit you.

Not knowing what else to do, you followed your siblings’ motions and decided to go ahead and head into work. The relief of not being summoned gave you a boost of energy through your sleepless night. For the first time since you had returned, you began to feel a bit more like your old self. The mark along your chest may have still remained, but your death didn’t feel so close anymore. Perhaps the others were right. Perhaps everything would end up okay.

The wind was chilly as you stepped outside, and with a genuine smile, you waved goodbye to each of your siblings as you started the familiar walk to the clinic. While you knew it was dangerous to rest on the idea the report had not gone through yet - they very well could be waiting for you at the clinic - you couldn’t help but embrace the fact you were still alive.

Your mind was running through the stock at the clinic as you walked, thinking of all the brewing that awaited you there from a day of being away. You were too preoccupied with the potions that needed restocked to notice the crowd that was filling up the street you took to get to work until you nearly ran straight into someone. Stumbling to a stop as you mumbled an apology, you finally noticed the large pool of people filling the street, followed by the metallic scent of blood.

Any relief you might have felt towards the day ran straight out of you in that moment. Following the direction of the crowd, you pushed your way through, ignoring any cursing directed towards you because of your actions and stating that you were a healer as an excuse to get closer. You were desperate to see what had happened, afraid someone was in need of your assistance, and yet terrified all the same for what awaited you on the other side.

Your heart nearly stopped at the scene that you stumbled into, face paling as you raised a hand to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the gag it pulled from you. You had seen a lot in your years as a healer, but none of it came close to the scene before you.

Her body had nearly been torn and mutilated beyond recognition, but there was no mistaking the person lying dead against a nearby building. And if her corpse wasn’t shocking enough, the message that had been written above her body in her own blood was, and you couldn’t stop the shiver of fear and disgust the sight brought you.

The pigs will pay for their crimes. Long live the golden king.

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the-himawari · 2 months

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A3! Outing Event Translation - You're my first and last love. (2/11)

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Masumi: … (“Let’s express our gratitude with sweets”…huh?) (Is this because White Day is approaching? No matter which store I pass by, they’re all full of these kinds of products.)

Misumi: Mm, what a pickle…

Hisoka: …They aren't here either.

Masumi: …Hm?

White cat: Meow.

Misumi: It’ll be alright, little kitty. Leave it to us!

Masumi: …

*tries to walk away*

Hisoka: Misumi, over there.

Misumi: …Eh? Ah, Masumi~!

Masumi: ...Damn it.

*walks over*

Masumi: What are you guys doing?

Misumi: Do you know this kitty’s friend, Masumi?

Masumi: No idea.

Misumi: Well you see, we’re searching for this little kitty’s buddy.

Masumi: ...What do you mean?

Hisoka: Apparently… they were supposed to meet up, but this guy got lost.

Masumi: Cats get lost?

Misumi: They sure do~! They lose their way when they can’t pass through the roads they usually take, or when buildings they've never seen before get built.

Masumi: I see.

*cat meows*

Hisoka: —Ah.

*Hisoka runs off*

Misumi: Wait up~! Masumi, we gotta chase after them!

Masumi: Huh? H-Hey! Don’t pull my arm!

-pause-

White cat: Meooow.

Azami: …Hm? A cat’s cry?

???: Hold on~!

Azami: Woah!

Hisoka: !

Misumi: WOAHH!

Masumi: !?

*suddenly stops*

Hisoka: …That was close.

Azami: Dangerous much… oi, watch where you’re goin’, will ya!

Masumi: Direct your complaints to Misumi and the cat over there.

Azami: Ah, right. The cat… wait, there’s two of ‘em now?

Tabby cat: Meow.

Misumi: They were meeting up with this kitty. Ahaha, I’m glad you found them~.

Hisoka: Well that case is closed… *yawn*, I’m sleepy…

White cat: Meow, meow.

Misumi: Bye, byeee~!

Azami: …What’s goin’ on?

Masumi: *Sigh*… I got dragged into a hassle again.

Misumi: Hm~? What a huge building! It looks like a mansion!

Hisoka: …Since when was there a place like this?

Misumi: Are they moving?

Azami: Ah, about that. I heard it’s an event hall that was built recently. That bein’ said, I literally just found out about it too.

Misumi: Oh, I see! Maybe there’ll be a new triangle then?

Azami: Beats me. If you start searchin', then they'll just keep popping up, won't they?

Misumi: Wow! Lookie, lookie. This poster is a triangle!

Hisoka: A White Day event?

Azami: I see. They’re holdin' something soon already.

Masumi: …

-pause-

Hisoka: Zzz…

Masumi: …He’s heavy.

Misumi: Masumi, how about we switch places?

Masumi: Ugh… how did it turn out like this?

Azami: I mean, we’re headin’ home in the same direction.

*notification sound*

Hisoka: …What the?

Misumi: Good morning, Hisoka~.

Azami: A LIME message? …I got one too.

Misumi: It’s from Director-san~!

Masumi: !

Azami: He opened that hella fast.

Troupe members: Huh…?

Masumi: This is…

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theres-a-body-here · 9 months

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Male survivors with Jezebel!Reader

Its not everyday a notable figure is snatched by the entity. You clawed your way to the top before. Surly it won't be hard to do it again here. Right?

(The idea for this came to me in a cough syrup dream)

Dwight Fairfield

He's wary of you at first

Who wouldn't be?

He was expecting another Yun-Jin Lee

Someone cold and selfish

Surprisingly, you were neither

You actively helped others in trials

However, your language was......colorful

Dwight doesn't think he's heard someone swear as much as you do

"Fuck, medkit's empty. Fucking great. What kind of pussy ass bitch killer brings overwhelming presence?"

Complete sailor's mouth

You seemed to take a liking to him

Dwight doesn't know if that's a bad or a good thing

You always tend to his wounds gently and softly

Your words are a different story

"Fucking moron, running into the killer like that"

"But he had dark dev-"

"Might as well put your glasses back into your purse if you're not gonna fucking use 'em"

"Ah, there we go, all patched up," you grumbled, a sense of accomplishment in your voice as you rose from your crouched position.

Dwight blinked, his lips parting in an attempt to express his gratitude, but before he could gather his thoughts, a gentle press of your lips against the bandaged wound on his hand stole his breath.

His heart raced, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture."Um, I, uh..." Dwight's voice cracked, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He fumbled for words, his mind a jumbled mess of surprise and flustered emotions.

Dwight's gaze trailed after you as you simply began to walk over to the next generator as if nothing happened. His heart was racing from the kiss.

"Right, work," he muttered to himself, his fingers subconsciously tracing the spot where your lips had made contact.

Ace Visconti

And you thought you were the lech?

This man is relentless

Slides up on you with finger guns.

"Hey baby, heard you were devoured by dogs. I wish I was one of them. I would've loved to eat you ou-"

It took 4 other survivors to pull you off him as you started to throttle him.

Homer Simpson style

You thought that would've deterred him

It did the opposite

Man has issues

He always tries to convince you to play strip poker with him

You always say no

Always tries to be the first person to unhook you

"You're knight is here, princess. Hehehehe"

"Leave me here dammit"

He always gives the best items he finds in chests

Ace gets the biggest shit-eating grin when you thank him

You pried open a chest, but your excitement dimmed as you laid eyes on the item inside – a broken key. A disappointed sigh slipped from your lips, momentarily quashing your hopes. Before you could fully immerse yourself in disappointment, a gentle tap on your shoulder startled you.

Turning, you found Ace standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held out a flashlight towards you. There was an unmistakable smugness in his expression.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics, accepting the offered flashlight with a quiet, "Thanks."

Ace's smirk widened into a self-satisfied grin, his response dripping with playful arrogance. "Anytime, babe," he chimed, punctuating his words with a playful finger gun gesture.

Suppressing the urge to growl at his audacity, you managed to keep your response to a subdued nod, appreciating his gesture despite his playful teasing.

Felix Richter

He's pretty nervous around you

Mostly because you flirt with him all the damn time

"Oh, you were an architect? Well, I'd let you study the curves of my temple anytime"

Instant blushing mess

"I-I.....uh......"

Moral dilemma time

He's technically still married

You know this

But you flirt with everyone else

(Except Ace)

So he doesn't take it seriously

Hates being alone with you

He's afraid to look stupid

Definitely blows up gens more often if you're working on them with him

You found yourself enjoying the calm silence as you worked with Felix on repairing a generator. The rhythmic clanking of tools and the atmosphere of the trial filled the air.

Despite his proficiency, Felix had inadvertently blown out the generator twice, a fact that he couldn't seem to hide.

You noticed his nervous glances in your direction whenever he thought you weren't looking.

Amused by his flustered behavior, you decided to play with the architect a bit.

Leaning in, you quirked an eyebrow and teased, "Felix, if you keep trying to sabotage the generator, I might start thinking you're trying to get my attention."

Felix's face flushed, his gaze dropping to his feet momentarily. He stammered, "N-No, that's not... I mean, I'm not trying to sabotage anything. It's just... this fog, it's making things a bit more complicated than usual."

You simply started at him. A small smile tugging at your lips. Felix's cheeks reddened even further.

Grinning, you decided to take pity on him. "Alright, I'll cut you some slack. Let's finish this generator together, and maybe later, we can find a way to make the trials a bit more... intriguing."

Felix's reaction is immediate; his cheeks flush into a deep shade of red, and his words stumble over each other as he tries to form a coherent response.

"Uh, well, I, um... I never... I didn't..... Oh, darn it," he stammers, his embarrassment all too evident.

You can't help but chuckle at his adorable reaction, finding his discomfiture endearing. "Got you there, didn't I?" you tease, enjoying the sight of his flustered state.

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Love me tender || Frankie Morales x f!reader**

summary: Frankie almost insists on being there for you on a bad day, and your response is more than welcomed.

word count: 2.1k

WARNINGS: period sex (vague descriptions of periods implicitly).

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

DISCLAIMER: this is in no way a depiction of how all periods feel. people who menstruate feel it differently. this is more or less drawn from my own experience.

Gratitude and relief were a bit further of your list of reasons to be happy today.

And if you were completely honest, the list was incredibly short as it was.

You woke up feeling cramps and you already felt the impending doom waiting to take over your body. Surely enough, half hour later you were rushing to the bathroom with a pad in your hand and what you liked to call “the emergency granny panties”, the familiar yet ever annoying pressure in your belly persisting.

Displeased grunts filled the bathroom, much to Frankie’s surprise. He knocked on the door, barely daring to press his ear on the door, let alone insist on walking in on you.

“Everything okay in there, baby?”

The response came delayed, merely strengthening his concern.

“Fabulous, yeah.”

“Okay, I can sense your sarcastic tone, but I’m starting to get kinda worried out here.”

“I’m fine, babe, don’t worry.”

“You’ve been grunting for the past half hour.”

The door finally opened and your irritated facial expression met Frankie’s puppy-like one. He puckered his lips, quickly getting a grasp of the situation.

“Time of the month?” he checked.

“Unfortunately, you guessed correctly.”

“There are two ways you can get rid of that, and we agreed on at least one of them.”

You snickered, although that did manage to steal a smile from your lips. You crashed into his arms, his warmth working like an immediate sedative.

“Now, unless you’ve changed your mind regarding one of those two ways and you want to not deal with this for the next nine months—“

“Don’t start now, Morales—“

“—what can I do to help?”

You huffed, looking up at him. “I don’t think you can go back in time and prevent periods from ever being created.”

Frowning, Frankie stared incredulously at you, half amused.

“I don’t think any regular guy invented them, so chances are slim.”

“I didn’t expect you to fight God or whatever. I know it was a long shot.”

He kissed your forehead, cupping your cheeks lovingly.

“Can I get you some tea or anything, at least?”

“Some chamomile tea does sound good, actually.”

“On it.”

Frankie had always been incredibly devoted and kind, always made sure you had everything you needed on all fronts. For the rest of the day, though, he took it to a whole new level of care, one that you never would’ve imagined possible.

After he made you the tea, he brought you your heating pad, stocked up your favorite snacks in case your cravings kicked in, and fluffed your pillows. You saw him fugitively for the rest of the day, with him running errands and spending quite a significant amount of time in his office.

“Frankie, baby? You around?”

He peeked through the bedroom door, phone in his hands, looking curiously at you.

“Did you need anything? I made you some soup if you want. You should eat something warm and nutritious—“

“I just wanted to see you. I feel like you’ve been roaming around all day today, I missed you.”

He put the phone away and scooted next to you on the bed, letting you nuzzle in the crook of his neck while his hand caressed your hair.

“I’ve been doing some reading on periods, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on—“

“You what? Go back.”

You and Frankie exchanged a look of confusion.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“You’ve been reading about periods?”

“Yeah. Just thought I should get more information to know how to make things more comfortable for you.”

Jaw quite literally dropped, you still stared at him with utter disbelief. “Let me get this straight. You voluntarily read about periods to make the situation more comfortable for me?”

“Yeah, what—did I not say it right the first time around?”

“No, no, you did. I just…”

You paused, trying to find the right words. In a heartbeat, you were starting to feel something a little more than warmth. It was a fire, treacherously spreading in between your legs, as sensitive as that area felt in that moment, nesting in your belly the more you stared at the man. You could not believe that a man would go through that much trouble just to find a way to make you feel safer and more comfortable.

You might’ve just hit the jackpot with him.

“This is so goddamn attractive,” you muttered.

“It is?”

“Looking up kinda gross information about women just to make sure your partner is okay? Hot!”

Frankie chuckled, his thumb grazing your cheek.

“It’s not that gross,” he tells you in return.

“Please. It’s a woman’s curse for not being pregnant. Totally uncalled for if you ask me.”

“You women go through so much, it feels unfair.”

“It is, thank you!”

You both chuckled. The cramps have eased for a while now, you were all warm and cozy and the feeling from before persisted. It was like a button waiting to be pressed, gently, in order to release the sweetest, most intoxicating physical form of love.

“I didn’t do any of this for recognition of my attractiveness, just so you know,” he informed you.

“I know. Which in turn also makes you even sexier.”

“I’m on fire today, aren’t I?”

“Oh yeah.”

You grinned, eyes roaming his body with adoration and lust alike.

“So what did you find out in your research?” you asked in an attempt to distract yourself.

“That the pain is as bad as having a heart attack, which is insane—“

“Oh hell yeah.”

“And uh… that every month there’s basically chunks of your uterus detaching themselves during the cycle which, again… insane.”

“Damn crazy.”

“Oh, and also that there’s certain things that help with the cramps.”

“Yeah. Pills, chamomile tea—“

“Orgasms can relieve the pain, too.”

Wide-eyed, you stared rather shocked at your partner, too incredulous to even articulate a single word.

You’ve had your fair share of partners, but none took their time to research about such things, let alone taking their time to put you first. You were just so used to the whole “periods are gross” thing that you didn’t think anyone would actually bother.

But Frankie wasn’t just anyone. He was attentive and kind and sweet – except when you didn’t want him to be.

“I’m sorry—what did you just say?” you checked.

Frankie chuckled just as surprised as you, but for an entirely different reason.

“Orgasms can relieve period cramps as well, I’ve been reading about it,” he continued. “For people who menstruate, if they feel up for it, orgasms can be a great source of relieving cramps, pressure—“

“Okay, this is… you gotta stop talking now.”

“Why?”

“Because this is one of the most attractive things I have ever heard and I am not sure how much of this I can handle.”

“This? Really?”

“Uh, are you kidding me? Taking the time to learn about such a topic, wanting to be there for me and make me feel good… very attractive.”

Frankie’s facial expression turned into one of astonishment. This certainly was an unexpected side effect of his research. All of that work had been put towards his own better knowledge and your potential pleasure, having nothing to do with a gratuitous attitude from your side.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t a fan though.

“So… anyway,” he resumed, slightly flustered himself. “If you’re feeling bad, I’m here for you.”

You grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, thus pulling him in, and you pressed your lips onto his, forming a kiss that’s tender yet passionate enough so he knew what your intentions were.

It was so easy to get lost in your scent and your taste, and the way you were kissing him was maddening enough that Frankie was half hard already. You opened your legs, making sufficient space in between for him, and Frankie’s nearly gone when one of your legs wrapped around his waist. He grunted in your mouth as your hands roamed at the hem of the t-shirt, eager to remove it from his body.

“Well this was a fast response,” he muttered, lips nibbling at your jaw.

You smiled in a frenzy as more of Frankie’s skin was exposed before you. You adored every inch of him, every scar, every slope and softness of it. You trembled when he peppered kisses down your neck and onto your cleavage, teeth barely pinching your nipples through the shirt; your hands went to his sweatpants, pleasantly remarking he was so hard already, and you rushed to get him out of them.

Frankie followed your lead and undressed before you, reaching into the nightstand to grab a condom. You watched the scene unfold with incredible lust, desire pooling in your lower belly even more than before. Although it was hard to say if it was arousal or your period – or a mixture of the both – it mattered not. He took one of the pillows on the bed and placed it underneath your back, as well as one of your darker colored towels, to which you shivered.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing that.

“Yes. I’m just… I didn’t expect you to be this prepared.”

“These are your favorite sheets, I doubt you’d want them stained in any way if—“

“Oh, shut up and do me.”

You couldn’t handle it anymore; you pulled Frankie back in for a kiss as he gently disposed of the clothes covering your lower region. He carefully placed your underwear and pad away, guiding himself to your entrance with care. You both gasped as that first push of his cock through your sensitive walls weakened your whole body.

“God, you feel… so good,” Frankie whimpered, biceps rippling as he leaned on the mattress for support.

You couldn’t do anything but moan and reach for his lips as Frankie began to roll his hips into yours, pace tender and caring just like the man atop of you.

“Is this okay? Are you okay?”

“Yes—yes, just please keep moving—“

You didn’t have to tell him twice: Frankie set a pace that was equally pleasurable as your many other past encounters, arguably needier and filthier. He knew you needed him in a more intimate manner now, in a way that expressed care above all.

The only sound in the room were your huffs and moans and the squelching sounds that betrayed your arousal and your delicate disposition. His hands traveled to your hips, holding you in place as he kept thrusting, watching your reactions closely. He pushed deep and slow, the friction maddening enough. It was more than enough to feel him so closely, so full of him and wrapped up in his warmth and care.

There was buildup in your belly, one that made you more sensible than usual and you tried to warn Frankie by grabbing onto his forearm and drawing him closer. But he felt you, he felt every portion of you and knew when you were close. He learned every inch of your body and its tell signs inside and out.

“I know, baby,” he muttered, forehead on yours. “I know… I got you.”

“Oh God—Frankie – “

“It’s okay, I got you… cum for me? Hm?”

Your chest heaving, you came and let yourself go completely. Frankie’s thrusts didn’t stop; on the contrary, he sped up a little, eager when he felt his own climax building within.

“You get so tight when you cum, shit—“he groaned, face scrunched in pure ecstasy.

With a few more thrusts, Frankie came, cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you, causing you to tremble all over again. You cupped his cheeks as he began to climb down from his high, pecking his nose sweetly.

“I am so thankful you looked all of that stuff up,” you breathed.

Frankie smiled, visibly flustered. “Did that feel good? Are you alright?”

“I got my dose of dopamine, so… I will go ahead and say hell yes.”

Another smile from his side. He kissed you sweetly, still inside of you.

“I love you so much,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

“I love you so much too, baby, but… what are you thanking me for?”

“Taking such good care of me. You’re incredible.”

You pecked his nose sweetly, fingers caressing his hair.

“Eh. I do my best.”

“Mission accomplished, honey.”

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wildemaven · 1 year

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Gratitude, And Then Some

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (wife)

WC: 4259

Warnings: 18+; Smut (albeit horribly written); mentions of food and alcohol; Parenthood; The plot lost somewhere along the way; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Ok this started as something completely different last year. @kteague and @heythere-mel once again listening to my ridiculous thots at all hours, thankful for their encouragement on this one. I’m yeeting this out into this hellsite and running away to hide! I’ve never written anything as filthy what I wrote in this, so be nice— I’m too fragile for anything else. Ok enjoy!

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The thought of going back to work was terrifying. Immersing yourself back into the daily grind of hectic office hours and juggling life on the home front— a tried and true working mom.

Your days were long and your list of to do’s was extensive. But you were determined to juggle it all as you always do, working or not. Both girl’s gearing up for their dance rehearsals,, gatherings at a neighbor’s or friend’s house at least once a week, celebrating Frankie’s birthday and still managing to maintain your daily duties as each day passes. It always seems overwhelming looking at it on paper, yet you do it all because seeing your people happy is what makes it all worth doing.

You were just finishing up dinner when you hear the familiar jingle of the front door and hefty footsteps making their presence know. Frankie was home from work, just in time to help with homework.

“Hey babe” He muttered into the side of your cheek mid-kiss. His broad figure wrapping around you as you stirred the sauce for your award-winning spaghetti—no real awards actually received, but Frankie always insists it deserves one every time you make it. Your free hand squeezes him back and you turn your head to return the kiss in that little spot you’ve claimed as yours on his beautiful face. “Hey handsome”.

“Mmm! I see we’re having my favorite for dinner,” dipping a finger into the pan to sneak a little taste. “It’s like you knew I had a shitty day at work. Coming home to this is definitely turning it around.”

You swat his hand away playfully, turning to give him your full attention. “I’m sorry you had a shitty day. Is there anything I can do to help?” Frankie was such a hard worker and loved what he did, so for him to come home and express his day was anything but great was pretty rare. “No, this is enough. Thank you though,” He leaned in and gave you a proper kiss to your eager lips. “You, the girls, coming home to all of this is enough for me. Just work bullshit that I can deal with tomorrow.”

You pulled him back in, resting your forehead on his as your hands ran up and down his sides, letting him know you were here if he needed to vent. “Okay. I’m just finishing up here and dinner will be ready. The girls are in their rooms and should be doing homework. Do you mind checking on them?” A placed a quick kiss to your forehead as he pulled away, “On it. I’ll be back once I’ve made my rounds. Ready for some of that delicious spaghetti—I swear it could win fucking awards Babe!” He said as he rounded the hall leaving you laughing to yourself.

Dinner was your favorite time to sit together. It was usually you and Frankie listening to the girls share about their day in between bites, both of them always having some exciting story to tell. Elowen, your 6 year-old, shared that they talked about outer space in class today and how she wants to be an astronaut so she can go search for aliens and look for new planets to explore with Lula, her stuffed bunny. Sophia, your sweet shy 4 year-old, said she painted Frankie a picture at pre-school, but he isn’t allowed to see it yet because its going to be a birthday present—she’s definitely not a secret keeper either. You sat back enjoying sips of your wine, glancing at your husband who couldn’t seem to get enough of their stories tonight. Moments like these, you fell more and more in love with him.

The girls both finished their plates, leaving you and Frankie to sit and enjoy each other for a bit before bedtime routines began, a somewhat rare occurrence with kids.

“How was your day? Did your clients accept the mockup you sent over yet?” Frankie asked before taking his last bite. He always spent this time catching up on your day, always interested in all the things your job entailed. You freelanced as an interior designer, you’d left the office you were at when you had Elowen to stay home and enjoy being a mom, but with both girls in school you decided to venture back into your career last year— this time as your own boss in your own office. You were terrified and unsure it was the right decision, but Frankie was there to support you every step of the way.

“Yeah, they finally got back to me this morning and gave the approval to start moving forward.” You answered then finishing off your glass of wine. “It will definitely keep me busy through the beginning of the year. Also had a few more inquiries come through too, so that’s a plus!” Frankie sat there listening with intent as you continued to fill him in on the rest of your day, as well as the girl’s upcoming dance schedule ensuring he would be able to get off in time for the next few small recitals. He was so in awe of how you seemed to manage it all, and so selflessly.

Once you had finished bathing Elowen and Sophia, you made your way to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Frankie took over getting their hair brushed out, night gowns on, he was reading their favorite bedtime book, with both girls passing out before he was midway through. Ensuring they were both tucked in and night light was set, he made his way to find you.

Your shared bathroom is where you and Frankie meet up again, both going through your nightly routines and prepping yourselves for bed. The days clothes shed and your night- time wear pulled on. Frankie in a pair of sweats he’s had for far too long adorned with holes and stains from God knows what, he swears they the comfiest pair he owns. You usually opt for one of Frankie’s well-worn tees and a pair of your simple cotton undies.

“I met up with Sarah for coffee today. She said to tell you ‘Hello’.” You mention as begin your decent under the covers, the cool sheets prompting you to slightly shriek— the colder weather a reminder to swap out Frankie’s T-shirt and undies for more layers.

Frankie pulls you to his side to help warm you up, tucking your body close to his, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “How’s Sarah?” He murmurs in his low sleepy voice. “She’s good..” A yawn slipping out mid-sentence. “She mentioned something about getting together and Benny wanting to show off his new grill attire— whatever that means.” The thought of Benny grilling illicit a sleepy chuckle. “I told her I’d run it by you first, the girls have their recital the day before and you know how wiped we are afterwards.”

“Hmm, yeah. Benny mentioned a bbq and sent me a photo of an apron he bought. Stupid thing says ‘I Rub My Meat’ and it’s the most Benny thing ever” He mused as he squeezed you tighter. “I told him I’d run it by your first. You also have that install before the recital. As long as you’re not feeling overwhelmed, I’m good with the bbq. It will just be a busy few days for us. But I think we can manage.” His yawn finally hitting him. “I know that even with a hectic schedule, you somehow keep things in line for all of us. I don’t know how you do it, but I am thankful for all you do for our family.” He shifts you just enough to grant you with a loving kiss, to ensure you know just how thankful his is. You smile against his lips appreciating his acknowledgment for all you do, something he makes sure to do regularly so you never feel like your accomplishments aren’t seen by him.

“Yeah. I think it will be fun. The girls love seeing their uncles. And I should only be a few hours with my clients and I can get the girls ready before leaving for that, the meet you at the school afterwards.”

When you went back to work, you were worried about failing. So many things to remember and juggle for not only your family but your clients as well. Thankfully you married a man who literally has been your second set of hands since day one. Late nights at the office, he’s tackling homework and bedtime solo. He’ll wrangle them for dance class and endure the dreaded carpool lane with the biggest smile on. He loves being hands on and would move mountains for you and the girls.

“If you’re good with it then let’s go. We can grab some premade dish to bring, one less thing to worry about.” You weren’t sure if Frankie was fully aware of what you were even saying at this point. “Okay” He exhaled out. “If you’re game then I’m game.” Frankie said in agreement. “The girls will be excited. Now, it’s bed time Love.” You inched your way up out of his hold so you were eye level with him, his head resting comfortably on his pillow. His eyes heavy with sleep taking in your form, backlit from the street lights. “Night Babe. Sleep well.” You press a few gentle kisses to his lips, the last one lingering just a little longer than the previous ones before drifting off to sleep.

The week had gone by relatively smoothly. Frankie had taken on a few extra flights to free up his weekend schedule.

You were doing your best to stay stress free and relax, but inside you were all over the place. Your clients were late to meeting which set you back a bit, but you were determined to get home to still have ample time to get everything and everyone ready before needing to leave for the recital.

Your list of to-do’s rolling through your mind as you drove home. Dress yourself, get the girl’s hair done and outfits on, wrangle Frankie and hit the road.

Leaning over the sink to put on the last few coats of mascara, you noticed Frankie through the mirror propped up against the bathroom door, arms crossed and head tilted to the side giving your backside a good look. “My eyes are up here Flyboy!” Laughing as you go back to the task at hand, applying a little more to your bottom lashes.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you realize Frankie hasn’t moved an inch and still undressing you with his eyes.

“Frank! You need to focus!” “Oh, I am focused. Very focused actually.” He says as he makes his way to you, turning you so you’re facing him as he cages you against the vanity. He’s looking at you with complete admiration, “You look beautiful Babe. And those jeans…” His hands slipping behind you for a nice squeeze, “Those jeans are hugging this ass just right.”

Your face feels hot as you let out a small sigh, leaning into him and resting your forehead on his chest. You loved that Frankie always makes a point to tell you how good you looked, never one to miss an opportunity to give you a compliment.

“Frankie we’ve got 30 minutes before we need to leave,” Adjusting your height so you can look at him directly, so he could see just how serious you were being. “So that means—“ You start to say as he leans in close, his mouth a kiss away from your ear as his low husky voice he cuts you off, “So that means there’s plenty of time for me to bend you over the—“ You gasp and playfully push him off of you, trying to contain your laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Frank! We don’t have time for that right now. I still need to get the girls dressed—“

“Already done.”

“Brush their hair—“

“Also done.”

You don’t even know what was next on your list as you look at him in awe. You can’t help but smile at him and grant him with a kiss of appreciation.

Your favorite thing about Frankie is he’s always one step ahead of you— probably due to his military days. He’d listened intently to you last night as you shared all the things that need to get done leading up to the recital. He knew you would likely take it all on, because that’s just your nature. But he knows he’s more than capable of easing your load where he can. So, dressing Elowen and Sophia was an easy feat— the hair brushing part comes with its own challenges but nothing an ex Special Forces can’t handle.

“They’re both dressed and hair is brushed. Soph wanted pigtails-- we had some struggles but we pushed through and I really think it’s some of my best work if I’m being honest.” His hands running up and down your arms as he did his best to let you know things were handled. “They’re both watching that ridiculous show they love and eating the snacks you put out before you left this morning.”

This man was turning you to mush. And if there was in fact time, you definitely wouldn’t be opposed to being bent over any surface.

He leans in close, a slight brush of his nose against yours. “So, what do you say hmm?” His low timber voice vibrates agains your lips.

“Mmmm— you do drive a hard bargain Morales,” Your hands slowly moving up his chest, as you contemplate the logistics of Frankie’s proposal. “If you can be quick and not mess—“

“MOMMY!!!”

The sound of Elowen calling for you interrupts your thought. Frankie’s face falling, he knows it’s off the table now, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort.

“How about after we get back, you put that ridiculous show back on for the girls,” You suggest to him, his head falling back in slight defeat,, “and then we finish this later.” Your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. The stupid grin he gives you is all you need to see he’s on board with your offer.

“MOMMY!! I NEED YOU!”

“It’s a plan!” He gives your butt a squeeze followed by a little tap. “Go Mama, I’m just going to…” His hands moving around in circular motion in front of him, “let this die down a bit and then I’ll be right down.”

You pull him in for a quick kiss before heading to check on the girls. Some how you’re going to have to power through the rest of the day with the thought of your delicious husband later dangling in the air.

You and Frankie find yourselves in tears as the girl’s recital comes to a close. Your babies no longer babies.

The whole drive home, hands linked together on the center console as you both listened to Elowen sing her little heart out as she clutches the bouquet Frankie surprised both girls with after their performance. Sophia passed out, pigtails barely holding on and the slightest bit of chocolate ice cream, their after recital treats, decorates her full cheeks.

Your heart some how containing so much love and adoration for this man next to you, expanding with each day. Taking in his beautiful profile as he drives you all home, he steals a few glances in the review mirror to witness Elowen’s solo backseat performance. His smile is so infectious and dazzling.

“You’re drooling.” He laughs with a soft squeeze to your hand. Ahh, and there’s that damn dimple you love so much.

“So what if I was. Can’t I admire my husband’s ridiculously beautiful face??”

“Hmm, beautiful you say?? I find that hard to believe.” The man doesn’t even know how beautiful he is, but you try your best to let him know regularly.

“Well I only state facts, and if I say you look beautiful then that’s that. No arguments allowed.” Your head tilted in his direction as you explain your case.

“Oh really?” He chuckles, giving you a quick glance as he pulls the car into the driveway and puts it in park. “I’ve seen this face and I don’t—“

“Nope! I said no arguments!! End of discussion.” Unbuckling yourself to lean over into his driving space, taking his chin with one hand to direct his face towards you. Your lips only a breath away. “Now, you’re gonna take this beautiful face of yours and help me bring these girls inside. Then, I have something to show you— in the bedroom.” His eyes fixated on your lusty expression, you can tell he’s all ears and at your mercy.

“Yeah… yeah!” He nods, understanding exactly what you’re trying to convey to him. “I’ll grab Soph, you t-take Elle—“ His flustered state makes you laugh, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to not wake Soph in your fit of giggles. You nudge his nose with yours, really drawing out his desire.

“Are you gonna kiss?!” Elowen’s small voice erupts from the back seat. Somehow your 6 year old always has perfect timing.

Frankie laughs and pulls you in for a kiss, his lips drawing in your bottom lip ever so gently. A moan nearly escapes from your throat.

His thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulls back. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“YOU DO ALL. THE. TIME!” Elowen’s timing again, absolutely perfect. Her little ears always listening.

“I love you too.” A quick peck before you’re shifting in your seat to look back at Elowen’s beaming face. “And I love you too Elle. Let’s head inside while Papa brings Soph in. You want to watch a show or read a book before bed?”

The littlest yawn escapes, her eyelids looking heavy as she fights to keep them open. “Just a story then sleep. Can Papa tuck me in and you put Baby Soph to bed?”

“Of course baby. I’ll grab Baby Soph and you go in and get ready for Papa to read to you.” Frankie watching you as you get the evening situated, a kiss to your temple before you both taking on your roles for the evening.

You hear the door click shut before you see him. The tell sign of him starting his nightly routine— clinking of keys and change as he removes them from his pockets to be placed on the dresser. The shuffling of clothes being removed then tossed in to the overgrown pile that’s spilling out of the hamper— adding that to the list of to-do’s.

These familiar sounds of your husband have become the soundtrack to your evenings. Each one a step closer to his proximity to you.

“This is new.” Frankie’s low voice tickles your eardrum, standing behind you as you admire yourself in your full length mirror. His fingers toying with the straps of your new sheer ivory bra you’d picked up last week— a ‘just because’ treat to yourself.

His lips find your neck, tilting your head slightly for him, it’s a mixture of nips and licks as his mouth travels to the little spot behind your ear— he knows it makes you weak for him and he makes a point to spend ample time there.

“Mmm F-Frankie. Babe, I—“ Your thoughts floating away from you, your body and mind completely submitting to his sensual endeavor. “You what?” His question dripping with desire and devotion.

“I— I don’t even know Frank. I can’t think straight when you…”

“When I what..?” His callused hands proficient in their exploration, take a slow steady detour to your front. “When I take my time? Exploring all my favorite parts of you?” The gentle roll of your nipples between his fingers, producing an ache only he’s able to relive with the right amount of time and intention.

Leaning back into him, a nod is the only response you’re able to give. Your body tingling and hot. Relishing in his every movement, bringing you closer to a desirous nirvana.

It’s give and take. Pushing you to the edge of bliss and pulling every pleasurable sob he can get.

You turn your head back just enough to capture his lips. His hands now cupping the weight of your breasts, pulling you close to him, his hips slowly grinding against you.

“Babe, how ‘bout we move this to the bed?” He asks before he continues to kiss you with fervency. It’s unhurried and drawn out, the slow roll of his tongue against yours is enough to make you come right then.

“Mmm, that sounds nice, but I want you to watch.” You counter and turn your gaze back to the mirror. Your hand reaching up to grab ahold of him, making sure he’s focused on your reflection. His temple resting in your cheek as you card your fingers through his soft curls.

He notices your other hand’s decent, slow moving as it glides down youre stomach until it’s reached the edge of your matching sheer underwear. Your fingers skirting down your clothed cover mound to find you’re soaked, the sheerness barely able to contain your arousal.

Your forefinger and middle finger draw through your dampness before bring them to Frankie’s parted lips. A deep breathy moan escapes his throat, his eyes closed as he begins sucking your fingers deeper into his wanting mouth— licking every last drop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He nips at your jaw line, but you adjust his eyes back towards the mirror. His breath fanning across your cheek, his eyes locked back onto your form in the mirror. His arms still draped around your front, hands pulling the cups of your bra down, nipples taut as he continues his coaxing the sweetest sounds from you.

Your grip on him tightens as you make contact with your pulsing clit, the feeling is electric and overwhelming. -Fuck!- It’s exquisite feathery motions, your body vibrating as you’re towards your peak.

“Fra- Hnnng! Frank- oh god!”

“I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” His whispered encouragement inching you closer and closer. “You’re so good Mi Amor— Always putting everyone first.” It’s dizzying trying to focus on your reflection and the meticulousness at which your fingers move through your wet folds back to your sweet spot. Your spine tingling with anticipation for what’s to come.

“You work so hard everyday— Taking on so much. The best mom. The best wife.” You’re cresting, your head falling back onto Frankie’s shoulder, it’s all too much and not enough. The room filled with raspy whispers and breathy moans.

“Ah ah-“ His hand coming to adjust your head back, anchored at the base of your neck. Your eyes heavy and pleading. “Just a little more babe. I can tell you’re almost there.”

It’s blinding when it hits.

Pulsing waves rolling through as your climax crashes onto you. It’s breathtaking, your thoughts dissolving to tiny fragments as you continue to work yourself through it.

Frankie with you every step of the way. His words a symphonic experience, his caresses addictive and all consuming— wanting nothing more than to make you feel desired and praised.

At some point you’ve managed to ground yourself. Frankie having turned you to face him.

“Fuck babe, That was so hot.”

“Hmmm, yeah?” Your breathing still trying to regulate, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. You feel giddy wrapped in his arms as he slowly kisses your bare shoulders. “You like when I touch myself and you get to watch?” Your hand travels down his stomach, finding his boxers can barely accommodate his hardness, damp and sticky with pre cum.

“F-Fuuuck!” He groans as you continue to work him over. His boxers stripped from him allowing better access for your ambitious hands. It’s hasty pumps, gathering his arousal to help aid in your effort to bring him to his knees.

“Frankie, you’re so beautiful like this.” You whisper against his lips. “So perfect and beautiful.”

Your words hitting him like a brick, sending him careening through a triumphal ecstasy. It’s warm and thick ropes of his spend coating you both, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His body dismantled in the best way possible.

Carding your hand through his damp sweaty hair, letting him take his time to return to you

“Wow! That was—“ He stands to his full height. His hands gripping at your hips, thumbs tracing small circles over your glowing skin. “That was not how I imagined tonight going, but wow!” He can’t help the dopey grin painted on his face, his mind still trying to catch up to what just happened.

“Thought we’d try something different tonight.”

“Different, I definitely like different!”

“Good! Now, how about we take a quick shower. Then you take me to bed and I can rub that pain cream on your back, I know it’s probably screaming at you right now.” Your hands rubbing at his lower back, already feeling stiff to the touch.

“That actually sounds amazing.” A soft peck to your lips then forehead before he’s turning you in the direction of your bathroom, then a few frisky taps to your butt. “Get your ass in there, I’ve got a back rub calling my name and it’s desperately needed.”

Tomorrow you’d figure out what dish to bring to the bbq. Tonight you’ll continue to shower Frankie in your gratitude.

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LOVE DATE with Van - Translation

You might want to check out first ⇒ LOVE APPROACH Day 5.by Van & LOVE AFFAIR with Van

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Okay, we've arrived! Our date today is going to be here! A limited-time super lively festival!

There are many cute little stalls. They have all kinds of games.

The idea is that it’s simple and we can have fun playing together.

Some of the games require us to work together, which is a great way to bring us closer together.

That one’s Whac-A-Mole and these ones are shooting gallery and ring toss.

And then… Without a doubt, the games I recommend are definitely the batting and throwing games over there in the back!

The prizes for both are guaranteed to be great and they’re related to safe and secure baseball~

So, which one do you want to start with? You don’t need to follow my recommendation, of course.

Don't worry about it and choose whatever you like.

You want to try the batting game? You’re so sweet.

(internal monologue) Oh, no! The date has just begun, but my heart won't be able to take it if this continues. Saying things like “I want to see how cool you look”, my lover is too cute!

Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about how lucky I am.

Let's get going.

I’m fired up! It’s the same feeling as standing in the batter's box with all the bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the 9th inning.

I’ll do it perfectly!

There are three different prizes, which one do you want?

Understood!

That's the prize in the middle, right?

I'm going to put my pride on the line and challenge myself to win it in one fell swoop!

(grabs the bat)

Bring it on! I said I’m going to smash it…!

(hits the ball)

Alright! Hit!

A huge home run that hits the ceiling!

The lead is taken away from the opposing team with a single hit!

It’s a beautiful shot by the player Kiryuin which captured people's hearts! Just kidding.

I’m glad it was a hit with you too. What a beautiful smile.

(clears throat)

It’s time for the second shot.

Here goes!

(hits the ball)

Nice hit!

Don't be impressed just yet. There’s still one more!

(hits the last ball and the listener claps)

If it’s for you, getting three hits in a row is no big deal!

How was that? Am I the MVP to you today?

“It’s like you aimed and shot at my heart?”

That line… By any chance, did you borrow it from me?

You used it perfectly!

It’s just that… the way you said it and the smile on your face are a big problem…

I’ll hurry up and give you the prize before your cuteness makes me quit in the middle.

Now, please accept this as something to remember today by.

One is the prize you wanted, the other two are a bonus from me. Because you made me feel super happy, so this is to express my gratitude.

Hey, can I tell you something?

You've been way too cute all this time.

Especially if you show me a defenseless expression like just now so easily, it might make me lose my reason and do something naughty…

(hugs the listener)

If I’m hugging you like this, I can’t see you, so I’ll be able to control myself more easily.

No! Don’t let go. Stay like this.

You should be a little more aware of what you're doing to me.

Every word and gesture from you, no matter how trivial, looks incredibly dazzling to me. I am at your mercy.

And on top of that, you are doing your best to get my attention? I welcome it fully, of course.

Your braveness touches me and makes me fall even more in love with you.

Either way, the end result is the same.

I’ll spoil you plenty and love you until you say you’ve had enough.

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: my apologies for having to split this chapter in half but i pinky promise the next one is the one everyone is waiting for and i’ll try to have it up asap IMSORRYAGAIN

warnings: incest, mentions of death, mentions of war, mentions of battle, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Thirty Eight- Fight or Flight

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“Y/N!” Rhaenyra calls, winding through the halls of Dragonstone, growing more and more confused with each room empty. When she finally makes her way to the Great Hall, Daemon is waiting.

“You did not find her?” He asks, and scowls when she shakes her head. “Ser Erryk!” The man appears, ever loyal, at attention.

Daemon digs his hands into the Painting Table, looking as if he wants to break it in two. It is instinctual when Rhaenyra comes to him, places a kiss on his shoulder and wraps herself around his arm. Her worry always turns to sadness. His turns to anger. He sighs, sags against her for a moment.

“It seems Queen Y/N is upset with her husband and wife. Alert the dragonkeepers to watch out for her. She might go to Cannibal. Send two trusted guards to search the grounds of the palace.” Ser Erryk nods and leaves, and the two are left alone.

“Don’t get angry,” Rhaenyra whispers, soothing him with a thumb on his jaw and a kiss to his cheek. “You promised her not to get angry.”

“Yes, well, that was under the unspoken condition that she doesn’t fucking leave again.”

“You know it was not her choice.”

He is silent for a moment, feeling slightly guilty for his words. But he cannot help that his wife as been missing for hours. He was fine to give her an hour to cool down- but he cannot stand her being gone for more than that. He cannot even sleep unless she is in his arms, unless he knows she is safe with him, with them, where she belongs.

“Ah. Your Graces.” The two look up as Lord Corlys walks in, hands clasped, nonchalant and seemingly joyful. “I was told I might find the two of you here. I just wanted to express my gratitude.”

“Whatever for?” Rhaenyra asks, slightly confused.

But Lord Corlys seems unbothered, his small smile remaining on his face. “For allowing Queen Y/N to accompany my wife to Rook’s Rest, of course. At our cores, we are all just scared spouses who wish for our wives to return unharmed.” Rhaenyra thinks he continues speaking, but his words fade. She stands, feeling Daemon breathe next to her, wild and angry.

She cannot help but be angry as well.

Does Y/N simply not understand that she is their life? They tried living without her- and it almost broke them. She feels sick to her stomach.

Her Y/N is not a warrior, not trained in the ways of battle. And no matter Cannibal’s past- he is not a war dragon either. She is snapped out of her reverie when Daemon slams a fist into the table.

“When did she leave?” He asks, and Rhaenyra can barely hear Lord Corlys’ answer before Daemon is running, muttering that she must already be there, must already be in battle.

She follows his brisk pace to their rooms, blanches when she realizes he is wrapping his riding armors around him, strapping Dark Sister back to his hip.

“Daemon-” she beseeches him, but he barely spares her a passing glance.

“I will collect our wife.” He hisses, and Rhaenyra finds herself saying a prayer for Y/N.

—-

There are many myths surrounding the creation of dragons.

Some claim it was the work of sorcerers, whispers of the magic of Asshai, fire wyrms living in the volcanoes of Old Valyria mixed with magic, evolving into beasts of flesh.

But as Cannibal gives a warning spout of fire, pouring forth from his large mouth, that you pass through unscathed, you know it would be foolish to not forget a simple truth. Dragons breathe fire, and dragonfire will destroy everything that lays in its way.

You suppose you can only be grateful that you are atop the dragon and not below its maw, in the way of it’s firey path.

Earlier, you had stopped to let the dragons drink, rest briefly, just before war. Rhaenys told you that Vhagar leads the skies, and Ser Criston Cole led the army.

She told you most of battle atop a dragon is instinctual. But there is a basic plan- the two of you will burn the army, and when Vhagar approaches you will face him first while she finishes off the army. Rhaenys will soar to you, and the two of you will defeat Vhagar and Aemond for good.

It is dangerous, and it is foolish for you to be here.

But you have faith in Cannibal, in your dragon-hunting mount, your cannibal of a beast. Sometimes you feel bad that he is defined by that one aspect of him- named for his darkest acts.

Besides, you want your revenge.

You think long and hard about burning the army, long after you take to the skies again.

Rhaenys tells you to pretend they are puppets, or simply remember that if you do not kill them they will kill you. Instead, you find yourself thinking of Daemon.

You know from his stories to the children that he faced an entire army by himself- under the guise of surrender. He defeated the Crabfeeder, brought his dead body out of the caves where he hid.

Yet, Daemon is alive and well. He feels no remorse for his actions, because he truly believes it was what had to be done.

You adopt that mentality. Convince yourself that this is what you must do. This is for the good of the realm, for the good of your family.

(Another part of you knows that blood is already soaking your hands, and it matters not how much drips from them. They already are stained, they already drip with the blood of others and with your past self. You are no longer Lady Chambers. No longer Lady Y/N, nor Lady Targaryen. You are the Queen Consort Y/N of the Seven Kingdoms. She is ready for war.)

As you near Rook’s Rest, you slowly glide lower and lower to ground, hearing the screams and clatter of citizens below you, scared that it is them who will face your wrath. But you only follow Rhaenys, follow the glimpse of red in front of you, letting her guide you.

If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine it is Caraxes.

It is only late afternoon, and seeing that is it near the summer solstice, the sun still shines bright in the sky. You fleetingly send a prayer to the celestial marker- to what Rhaenyra and Daemon claim to be you- to deliver you from this battle alive.

You try not to think about Rhaenyra and Daemon. About their fear, their pain, their hurt you have passed over in favor of your revenge. You know you come only from a place where they dwell, from anger, vengeance and dragonfire, and you simply hope they understand your reasons.

When you crest over the hill, Rook’s Rest is laid out before you. Beyond it- the reason you are here. Two armies meet in the fields beyond- two factions of Targaryen supporters face each other. For some odd reason, you can tell they were waiting for you. Meleys clicks, and when you look over, Rhaenys raises her hand into the air, sending it forward like a windmill.

You tighten your grip on Cannibal’s scales, wrap your thighs around what you can reach of him, tighter and tighter. You brace yourself for battle.

Fighting and flying are stark opposites.

Flying is freedom, the absence of control, the feeling of nothing but flesh and wind beneath you.

Fighting requires you to be in control. Requires you to stay in the moment, duck and block and strike back against your opponent.

It seems almost odd that the two should be blended into one.

Instead, you say one final prayer, squeeze Cannibal’s scales so hard you fear they will snap off, and dive towards the enemy. Dive towards your revenge.

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You did fantastic on the last fanfic. I like how Garrett was a werewolf.

Can u do a fanfic where Garrett x female shape-shifter but she turns into a black panther instead of a wolf. She is Paul's cousin but they do not get along at all and but Garrett does not find until the battle with Victoria and her army of newborns. Instead of the newborn hurting jacob, she ends destroying the newborn by tearing the head off. He then ask her on a date. She yes but Paul tries to start a fight with the reader but she kicks his butt.

Oooh new page? Starting fresh I see, we’ll still it’s wonderful to have you back and around :) ahh and the wears full part was actually a mistake. I went back and edited to vampire though I’m glad you liked the slip up I couldn’t live with it lol

↳ don’t mess with the guardian ↲

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : she was the guardian of the jungle, the mightiest predator of them all. Having come to forks due to an urgent call from her younger cousin Paul she’s now here to help them with their little leech problem, too bad one of these leeches seems to be her mate. Not that she really minds it though. But when someone threatens her new found lover she’s ready to kick some ass and show them who’s boss, even if it’s her family who’s doing the threatening too. After all, never get in the way of one’s mate.

✭ authors note : there aren’t many gifs for Garrett which really sucks

✭ twilight masterlist

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, (y/n) navigated her way through the dense forest that surrounded the town of Forks. Her form shifted effortlessly, transforming from a graceful black panther with glowing purple eyes into her human self. The journey to Forks had been spurred by a call for help from her cousin Paul—someone she didn't always see eye to eye with, but blood was blood, after all.

As she arrived at the outskirts of the town, her heightened senses picked up on the presence of a pack of wolves. Their collective energy was familiar to her, and she couldn't help but grin. Shapeshifters like herself, they were part of her world, and one of them was a close friend—Sam Uley.

Stepping out of the shadows, (y/n) allowed her form to shift back into that of a human. She moved with purpose, her violet eyes scanning the group of shapeshifters as they gathered around. Sam's gaze met hers, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"(y/n), you made it," he called out, approaching her with open arms.

"Of course I did," she replied with a grin, accepting his embrace.

Paul, who stood nearby, rolled his eyes. "Great, the circus has arrived."

(y/n) chuckled, not letting Paul's comment get to her. "Cousin dearest, aren't you just thrilled to see me?"

Before Paul could respond, Sam interjected. "We could really use your help, (y/n). There's a threat in town, and we've been called in for fighting lessons against it."

Her curiosity piqued, (y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Fighting lessons against what?"

Sam's expression darkened. "Newborn vampires."

The words hung heavily in the air, and (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine. She had encountered her fair share of dangers, but the thought of facing an army of newborn vampires was unsettling. Victoria's name sent a chill through her, reminding her of the brief encounter they had had a few weeks prior.

"So, Paul didn't think it was important enough to mention Victoria and her plans?" she mused, a hint of irritation in her voice.

Paul shrugged nonchalantly. "I figured Sam would tell you when you got here."

(y/n) sighed, a mixture of frustration and determination welling up within her. "Well, now that I know, count me in. I'll help you guys deal with this."

Sam's smile returned, a mixture of gratitude and relief. "We're glad to have you on board."

As the group of shapeshifters began to move in the direction of the Cullens' house for their training session, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of camaraderie. Despite the differences that had existed between her and Paul, the impending threat had a way of uniting them against a common enemy.

As they walked, her mind raced with thoughts of the battles that lay ahead. Her abilities as a black panther shapeshifter were unique, and she knew that her role in the upcoming conflict would be significant. With determination burning in her eyes, she prepared herself to face the challenges that awaited her—the eerie threat of newborn vampires, and the promise of unity that came from fighting alongside her fellow shapeshifters.

And as the night descended upon Forks, (y/n) took a deep breath, ready to face whatever darkness Victoria's army might bring.

As the shapeshifters gathered at the Cullens' house, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a tall figure leaning casually against a nearby tree. Her eyes honed in on him, and recognition stirred within her—Garrett, a skilled fighter with his own history of battling newborn vampires. A knowing smile played on his lips as he met her gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

The Cullens explained that Garrett had been invited due to his experience, which aligned perfectly with their current predicament. As the training session commenced, (y/n) found herself observing from a unique vantage point—perched atop a tree in her panther form. She watched the interactions between the shapeshifters and vampires, the strategy discussions, and the demonstrations of combat techniques.

Yet her focus kept returning to Garrett. Their eyes met across the distance, and in that instant, something extraordinary happened. A rush of images, emotions, and sensations flooded (y/n)'s mind—a vivid flash of a life together, as if the fabric of time had been momentarily torn. She saw herself and Garrett side by side, fighting against threats, sharing laughter, and embracing moments of profound love.

In that flash, she witnessed their relationship blossoming—their adventures, their bond deepening, and even the moment they exchanged vows, promising to stand by each other's side for eternity. The vision continued, showing them with a child, a hybrid of their two worlds, a testament to their unique connection.

Garrett's presence was both familiar and intense, an anchor that grounded her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Her heart raced as she experienced the love they shared, the highs and lows of their journey together. It was a glimpse into a future that felt simultaneously distant and remarkably close.

As the vision faded, (y/n) blinked in astonishment. The connection she felt with Garrett was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She knew, without a doubt, that he was her mate—the missing piece that she had unconsciously yearned for.

She wasn't alone in feeling the powerful pull. Garrett's expression mirrored her astonishment, though his experience was different. While (y/n) had glimpsed a tapestry of their shared future, Garrett's response was more immediate—a deep-seated instinct, a primal recognition of their connection. He felt an overwhelming urge to be near her, to protect her from any threat that might arise.

The training session continued around them, but (y/n) and Garrett remained locked in each other's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. They had been brought together by circumstances beyond their control, bound by destiny and a love that transcended time.

As the day unfolded and the shapeshifters and vampires honed their combat skills, (y/n) found solace in the knowledge that she wasn't alone in her fight. Garrett's presence by her side, whether through visions or instincts, was a reminder that they were meant to face whatever challenges came their way together—a united force against the looming threat of Victoria's army.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the training grounds, (y/n) leapt gracefully from the tree, her panther form melding back into her human self. Her eyes met Garrett's once again, and in that shared moment, they both knew that their lives had forever changed. The past and the future converged in a dance of fate, intertwining their destinies in ways they could only begin to comprehend.

The air was charged with tension as the forces of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, and Garrett aligned themselves against the approaching army of newborn vampires. The night was alive with the sound of heartbeats, growls, and the rustle of leaves as they prepared for battle. Victoria's army, a dangerous and formidable threat, loomed on the horizon.

The battle erupted with a fury as the two sides clashed. Vampires and shapeshifters moved with incredible speed and precision, battling their common enemy. (y/n) joined the fray, her panther form a blur of sleek muscle and fierce determination. With each swipe of her powerful claws, she took down a newborn vampire, her eyes gleaming with a primal intensity.

Garrett was a force to be reckoned with as well, his movements fluid and calculated. His experience in battling newborns shone through, his blows precise and deadly. The Cullens fought with a unity born of centuries together, while the shapeshifters moved as a pack, their wolf forms a fierce and coordinated unit under Sam's leadership.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) spotted Jacob in his massive wolf form, locked in combat with a particularly aggressive newborn. Without hesitation, she lunged at the vampire, her powerful jaws closing around their neck and tearing it away in a spray of blood. The severed head dropped to the ground, and the vampire's body crumpled to the earth.

The battle raged on, the forces of good and evil clashing in a symphony of violence. But slowly, the tide began to turn. The newborns, strong though they were, were no match for the combined might of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, Garrett, and (y/n).

As the last of the newborns fell, the battlefield fell silent. Blood-stained and battle-worn, the victorious fighters surveyed the aftermath of their conflict. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

Once the danger had passed, (y/n) allowed her panther form to recede, her body shifting back into that of a human. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. Garrett approached her, a mix of relief and admiration in his eyes.

"(y/n)," he began, his voice sincere, "you were incredible out there."

She offered him a weary smile. "We all were. We faced this threat together."

Garrett's gaze held hers, his expression becoming more intense. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for a date? I think we've earned a moment of respite."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, the memory of their shared visions and their bond filling her thoughts. "I would like that," she replied, her smile growing warmer.

Their moment was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You can't date him, (y/n)."

(y/n) turned to see her cousin Paul approaching, his expression clearly displeased. "Paul, what are you doing here?" she asked, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Paul's gaze flickered to Garrett. "He's a vampire, (y/n). You can't trust him."

(y/n) shook her head, her frustration evident. "Paul, you don't get to decide who I can and can't date. This is my choice."

The tension in the air was palpable as Paul's words hung between them. "(y/n), what, you're a leech lover now?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

(y/n)'s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Without warning, Paul lunged at her, and she swiftly sidestepped his attack. In one fluid motion, she spun around, delivering a precise kick to his side that sent him stumbling backward. The shock on Paul's face was evident as he struggled to regain his footing.

"Paul, stop!" she snapped, her voice firm. "I won't let you control my life or my choices."

Paul's expression shifted from surprise to fury, and he charged at her again. This time, (y/n) was ready. She expertly blocked his blows, her movements calculated and precise. She deflected his attacks with ease, her frustration fueling her determination.

As Paul's assault grew more frantic, (y/n) found an opening. With a swift kick to his chest, she sent him sprawling to the ground. He lay there, panting and defeated, while (y/n) stood over him, her gaze unwavering.

"You don't get to decide who I can and cannot date," she declared, her voice unwavering. "My choices are my own, and I won't let anyone, not even family, dictate them."

Paul glared up at her, his pride wounded. "You think you're so high and mighty now?"

"No, Paul," (y/n) responded, her tone softer now. "But I do believe in making my own decisions. I'm not a child anymore."

With that, (y/n) turned away from her cousin, her steps purposeful as she walked toward Garrett. He was standing a short distance away, watching the scene unfold. She met his gaze with a determined look, her resolve unshaken.

"Garrett," she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "I'll be looking forward to that date."

Garrett returned her smile, a mixture of admiration and affection in his eyes. "As will I," he replied.

With one last glance at Paul, (y/n) walked away, leaving behind the tension and the turmoil of their encounter. Her heart was lightened by the knowledge that she was in control of her own destiny, that the choices she made were hers to embrace.

As she and Garrett walked side by side, the promise of their date hanging in the air, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Their bond had been tested by battle and family drama, but their connection remained strong. With each step forward, they were ready to face the challenges of the future together, united against whatever obstacles might arise.

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