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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Now I’m curious of how wife!reader and Miguel meets again 😭 and how they started dating. Do they meet again at a different hosted party and Miguel asks her for a dance this time ((and her name 💀))

🤭🤭 Actually

Pt. 3

The whistling from the referee echoed through as the men on the field began playing. Jessica, once more, had kidnapped you after finding you were in a blue mood after you got ditched in a date.

"Never going through Tinder again." you had mumbled as she offered you tissues.

But of course, partially the reason why you had came was

1. Shirtless men playing

2. Jessica and another red headed woman and you, were in charge of the water and refreshing drinks.

You found out that Mary Jane Watson was her name, or MJ for shorts was dating Peter, the guy that had hosted the carneada. She was pretty easygoing. However, the familiar hulking figure running through the field stood out like a sore thumb.

"Hey" You name was called by Jessica that followed your eyes and smirked

"Oh, that's Miguel."

"I know. Met him at the party remember?"

"Heard he has a girlfriend. But doubt it. "

You shrugged.

"Okay? He just helped me out a little."

"Hmm."

A little disappointment settled in your chest.

In any case, your attention was snapped back to the field and the little ruckus on the field. Miguel was held by Peter and another man called Ben, as the rival player kept provoking him. Gabriel pulled him back.

"Oh, Drácula is pissed"

"You kidding? They're playing dirty." MJ spoke, concern plastered all over her face as Peter tried to calm the situation.

You watched from the water station, eyes following the ball, but they couldn't help but to land on Miguel. Shirt soaked in sweat, hair down, some strands sticking to his forehead, and neck, pouty mouth panting and cursing.

"Pasámela, pendejo!" (Pass it, you dumbass! )

A giggle escaped from you as he pinched his nose bridge with one hand. He moved but the crowd gasped. One minute he was walking away and the next he was on the floor, cursing and limping. His knee was scrapped and it bled. The good thing was that the guy that had injured him, got a red card.

"Do you happen to have any first aid kit by any chance?" Peter approached as Jess and MJ shook their heads.

"I think I have one in my car. I'll get it."

Peter smiled and went back to Miguel, mahogany eyes immediately following your form.

When you approached him, he had removed his shirt to dry the sweat off his forehead, to then slick his hair back. Eyes staring at you with a little smirk.

"Pitufina, eres tú?" (Smurfette is that you?)

"In the flesh, Gargamel."

You both chuckled as you sat before him, he was about to wipe the caked blood and dirt with his sweaty shirt. Your hand slapped his away

"¿Estás loco? Se te va a infectar!" (You're crazy? It'll get infected)

"It's just a scrap"

"Cállate. God, your girlfriend must be a saint to put up with you."

A swab of cotton was soaked in alcohol, he quirked an eyebrow at your words and chuckled.

"No tengo-" (I don't have-)

He hissed as your hand wiped the blood first. The chemical stung on his raw skin, but seeing you focused, a little furrow on your pretty face made the sting to slowly fade . You then grabbed a gauze and wiped gently the excess of fluid.

You looked up at him and pursed your lips

"So I can..."

"Sorry, Out of game for now." You laughed at his words and shook your head.

"Who said I wanted to?" He chuckled at yours

"No, I was meaning to do this without remorse." You sprayed him some antiseptic and he batted your hands away with a mild panic expression, as the initial burn was a bit too much.

"Hija de la chin-" (Son of a-)

You laughed. as he fanned the scrap

"Esa mierda arde!" (That shit burns!)

"Ay, no estés de llorón. It's just a scrap remember? " (Don't be a cry baby)

"Not fucking funny" He grumbled as you gave him a bottle of water and a towel. His fingers brushed against yours, the touch lingering for a bit longer than it should.

"For me it is. I'll put a gauze on it okay?

"Déjalo así" (Leave it like that)

"No. It's too fresh for you to keep it exposed"

He was about to bat yout hands away when you loomed the antiseptic spray directly on his wound. He stopped and frowned, a finger trying to threaten you.

"Cuidadito" (Careful)

"Haz caso entonces." (Do as you're told, then)

You just glared at eachother.

"Get a room already." Gabriel casually mumbled as he picked another bottle of water. The rest just looked your way with silent mirth. They had been watching cautiously the interaction between the two of you.

The comment instantly made you pout, a soft flush on your cheeks. Gabriel left.

"Ese pendejo..." (That dumbass)

He grumbled and scratched his neck awkwardly.

"Anyways..." You sighed and applied some vaseline at the wound. Your hands were gentle, caring and soft.

"Pitufina"

You grumbled your name as you finished covering his wound.

"Right." He nodded with a tiny smile

Silence.

You were putting the things back in the kit. Eyes following your every motion, you were nervous. He smirked

"Wanna go... and get some food later? My treat"

He blinked at your sudden question. All smugness vanishing from him.

"After you've taken a shower and changed of course" You giggled and looked up at him.

His heart beat a bit faster and he gulped almost imperceptibly.

"Si quieres, claro" (If you want to, that is)

You smirked with a shrug. His mouth gaped softly

"¿Es un si? " (Is that a yes?)

He just nodded, still a little shaken from what just happened.

"Bueno, Adiós Drácula." (Well, see you)

You left after patting his thigh gently, His ears went a little pink.

He didn't see that coming at all. He smiled inwardly. Yeah, he'd better step his game up. He was rusted, but you'd definitely worth the shot.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#miguel atsv #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #t writes✨

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psycho-killer-writer · 4 months

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Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

------------------------------------------------------------------------

No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

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nymphiria · 2 years

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MEGA MILK!

☰ LACTATION KINK W/ TOKREV MEN PT.2

ಇ feat: rindou, sanzu, kakucho

— cw: fem!reader, lactation kink, masturbation, dry humping (on furniture), titty sucking

based on this ask.

ഒ ៸ RINDOU — REFUSING TO INDULGE

rindou thought that he was used to seeing your tits swollen and full of milk all the time. throughout your pregnancy, he never dwelled on it too much — it was a natural part of carrying a child. no matter how big your breasts became, he never thought of it beyond a physical process solely for the baby.

well — that was until your son was born.

the first few nights that your newborn was home completely changed his perspective on your milk-filled tits. for some reason, seeing you breastfeed your infant set something off in his brain — something feral and needy. the thought of tasting your milk wouldn’t leave his mind for days on end, cock straining against his pants every time it popped into his head. to him, it was absolutely degenerate to think of something so innocent as feeding your son as lewd and perverted.

but you? you never noticed the predatory way your dear husband was staring at you as you finished putting your shirt back down. you never noticed his fingers flexing like he was itching to fondle your body. nothing out of the ordinary was happening in your mind, you were too focused on the baby. though, you had noticed rindou spending a lot more time in the bathroom than usual. maybe he was having stomach problems? wrong. while you were standing in front of the bathroom door worried about him, he was too busy pumping his cock furiously at the thought of you.

just don’t knock on the door — he might just pull you in.

ഒ ៸ SANZU — VILE & PERVERTED

you just can’t seem to get him off of you. ever since you began lactating, sanzu has been pawing at your tits whenever the opportunity invites him. in the kitchen making coffee? he’s pressing himself into your back and snaking his hands up your sweater. taking a shower? he’s begging you to let him take one with you just so he can suck at your nipples under the water. taking a little nap? you’re waking up to him nuzzled between your tits with milk dripping down his chin.

“c’mon baby pleaaaaase?,” he’ll desperately beg you, hands threatening to pull your thin shirt over your head. it’s pathetic, really, how debauched your husband can become when you finally allow him to drink his fill. the second that your sweet essence hits his tongue he’s moaning, mouth still attached to your leaky nipples. you always make sure not to interrupt him while he’s like this — he was rather upset last time that happened. your soft moans always spur sanzu to shamelessly rut his hard cock against the sofa — one hand resting on your thigh dangerously close to your soaked pussy.

once he’s full, he’s bending down to gently pull your shorts off of your hips. he carefully prods your legs apart to run his fingers against your wet panties earning a mewl from you.

“my girl takes such good care of me, now i need to take care of her.”

ഒ ៸ KAKUCHO — WORRIED & DOTING

oh your poor, sweet husband. ever since your stomach began showing and your breasts started swelling, he’s been so frantic and worried about your condition. no matter what it is you need, kakucho is there and ready to provide it for you. need a foot massage? he’s right there. want a fluffy pillow? he’s already grabbing it. he tries to help in every single way he can even if he feels like he’ll fail.

your lactation was definitely an obstacle for him to overcome — poor baby didn’t know what to do to help you. should he leave you alone? what could he do to relieve you? he had absolutely no clue. your shirt always became soaked at the most inconvenient times — the moments where it occurred in public always made you tear up in embarrassment. it hurt kakucho’s heart to see you so upset at something that you couldn’t control, so your husband took matters into his own hands.

with you being so far along in your pregnancy, it was very easy for him to tell when your breasts were full or almost there. he can tell by the way the soft skin bulges over the top of your bra. before his mind gets the opportunity to make him hesitate, he’s leading you to the bedroom by the hand and pushing you gently to lay back on the bed. the sight of your heavy breasts makes him swallow dryly. he doesn’t have to look closely to see the tiny droplets of milk threatening to spill down the side of your tits. the sigh of relief you let out once the milk enters his mouth is music to his ears. it makes him so happy to finally see you relaxed and comfortable.

now whenever your breasts feel heavy, you’re running cutely to kakucho — already lifting your slightly soaked shirt. he happily obliges, of course. he’ll do anything for his beautiful wife.

he just hopes you can ignore the raging hard-on he gets while sucking on your tits.

taglist: @p-antomime

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 19

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

masterlist for this series

Chapter Nineteen: Kepa's Concern

Saera rubs her son’s back - comforting him away from the thought of his father brutally hurting his mentor. The fight in the courtyard seemed to rattle his brain, prompting him to look at his parental figures in a different light. ‘Father attacks, and mother protects.’

“Are you alright, ñuha ōños? (my light)” she inquires, while handing him a goblet of water. “Kessa, (yes)” he answers, muttering a round of thanks while he gobbles the drink down. As soon as she realizes that her son was alright - her eyes begin to nail daggers into Harwin’s body.

“You couldn’t have avoided it?” she antagonized, but with a soft voice - not expecting him to cleverly maim Ser Criston. “He tried to stain my honor,” he argued, earning another glare from his wife. “ - and by reacting, you have confirmed it in their eyes.” she nagged. After Prince’s Joffrey’s birth, Saera’s anger for Harwin seemed to grow even further.

“Do you suggest that I stand there and take his insults lightly?” he inquired with a sarcastic tone, crossing his arms in a standoffish demeanor. “Yes!” she answered. “ - even when it brings my loyalty into question?” he scoffed, and her eyes widened slightly. “Your loyalty is not for disloyal men to decide. If it is - then perhaps it isn’t yours to begin with.” she raised her voice slowly - not wanting to fight in front of her child.

He was about to say another word - but his eyes trail down to his son. Daegon was the thickest of his blood, his heir, and son. He took a deep breath, “The situation was in control,” he hummed, crossing his arms - not wanting to surrender the battle. “I don’t want it happening again.” she said firmly, hands tight around her son’s back.

He nodded his head.

“Of course,” his lips settled into a thin line.

He turns his back behind his family - feeling an ache form in his head. How long has it been since he’s had a proper conversation with his wife? Three years ago? Four years ago? He couldn’t even remember the smell of her perfume at night, or her calm breathing. There was a time where he promised to give her his best self - but those were gone, never to return.

He sees the way that she stares at him - with storms in her eyes, braving a battle between loving or hating him forever. He doesn’t want that - because all his heart ever desires is Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra whose eyes held constellations and colors that he’s never seen. Rhaenyra who has given him three healthy sons.

He has reached a point too far to ever return - and perhaps, he doesn’t want to return at all.

—

“Aegon and Jacaerys were talking about you.” Helaena hums, petting the small centipede hidden in her palms. Helaena was Viserys’ true forgotten daughter - the Princess that no one remembers. “You cried, they said - and Princess Saera had to comfort you.” she explains with no reluctance, not realizing that Daegon’s face was turning a pink hue.

“I didn’t cry,” he lied - not wanting to be emasculated in the eyes of his aunt. “It’s alright to cry, my mother says that it makes you stronger.” she smiled, eyes still painted on the bug on her hands.

In his eyes however - Helaena was the mystical creature, his aunt who was older than him always had a strange aura following her. Saera tells him that Helaena is a very smart girl - but the people at court say that she is a half-wit. Daegon knows better than to believe his hearsay.

“Can we stop talking about that,” he complains, not wanting to expand upon the thought that his father and idol - would do something to harm another person. “ - I’d like to hear more about your dreams.” he pleaded, laying his head on the silk pillow that adorned Helaena’s carpeted chambers.

Her voice flowed like honey - words that exited her mouth always left him imagining a place far away. “They aren’t dreams - merely verses that come to me.” Helaena corrects, placing the bug down inside his little home. “Tell me about them, then please.” he demanded - eyes twinkling with joy.

She gathers a few shells - banging them together to form a tune. “I haven’t quite gotten the first sentences yet, but I know that it ends like this,” she explains tapping the shells to create a small melody - loud enough so they’d be the only ones listening.

“ - in the end, we all become spools of white, the ashes that we came from.” she looked at the ceiling, praying that she’d remember the other words to the prophecy.

“Like Winter?” he asked - remembering his mother’s story about the Starks.“Or fire.” she responded.

—

Saera played with the ball on the council-table, eyes darting around the room to anticipate what kind of meeting would begin.

“I have felt the strife between our families and for any offense given by me, I apologize - but we are one house and long before that, we were friends. My son, Jacaerys will inherit the throne after me and I propose that we marry him to your daughter, Helaena, to ally ourselves once and for all.” Rhaenyra smiled, reciting the string of words that she and Saera prepared.

It would be best to end the war before it began.

“Additionally if Melarys and Syrax bring forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them.” Rhaenyra continued, meeting the eyes of her sister. Saera’s hand moved to her necklace, fiddling with it as she realized that Alicent’s face began to turn sour.

Idiot. She thought as the Queen began to rise from her chair.

Saera knows about Alicent’s plan of marrying Helaena and Aegon. It was the worst political decision she’s ever heard - but Alicent was never the one to think about the future. “We will think about it, Rhaenyra - you’ve just finished your labors with Prince Joffrey. You should rest.” Alicent smiles bitterly.

Saera’s grip on the necklace tightened.

That means ‘no.’

She’ll have to think of other ways again. Perhaps her son, Daegon? But then Rhaenyra would believe that she did that on purpose, to outshine her own boys.

—

“Being in court is infuriating.” Saera ranted, taking a large swig of her ale. When she was young - she didn’t understand why her uncle was always angry, but now she does - because they were all idiots. “Alicent has denied a betrothal between Helaena and Jace, which confirms my suspicion that she believes that Aegon has a chance in becoming King.” she rolled her eyes.

Rhaenyra was heir because of a decree - not custom, thus it led to the Hightowers having more plans than necessary.

“My brother loves all his children - but I know for a fact that he adores Aemma’s girls. Rhaenyra especially.” Daemon hummed, listening at his niece’s words cautiously. He’s taken a leave with the council - now focusing upon training the new recruits of the gold-cloaks. Harwin was still commander, but they listened to the Rogue Prince more.

“ - but Aegon is a man, and that far outweighs anything.” she argued, skin prickling at the thought of someone usurping her sister. “Rhaenyra is equipped - Ser Otto agrees that she is the second coming of King Jahaerys.” she explained, feeling the alcohol course through her veins.

“The very reason my father is king is because Princess Rhaenys is a woman.” she enunciated, praying to the gods that her kepus would get the point. “I don’t care about Rhaenyra, sweet girl.” he hums, pulling her closer to his lap. She leans her head on his chest - thinking of everything.

“ - instead of thinking about your sister, think about how you can keep our children safe,” he whispered. If war breaks, then their children are in the front spikes. “As much as you hate to believe it - you are Rhaenyra’s heir.” he asserts, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“ - and her bastards have lesser claims,” he adds.

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tschulijulesjulie · 1 year

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the amount of times i almost accidentally tagged something as 'damen of vere' instead of 'damen of akielos' is truly astonishing

(there is a fanfic in this, i feel it...

"the first time it happened, it was truly accidental. a nervous courier stumbling over his own words while delivering the message.

'To King Damianos of Vere', he recited, stopped, flushed and continued with a wavering voice.

'To King Damianos of Akielos and Prince Laurent of Vere'.

It was all so new yet, it happened.

The second time it was decidedly not an accident. It probably wasn't the second time either, only the second time, Damen heard.

The Kyroi were speaking in hushed voices, arguing. Not all of them were equally convinced of the alliance.

"The King", one said.

"Damianos of Vere", another one interrupted. He spit the false name out like it was an insult.

Damen didn’t feel like it was.

There was the sound of an open hand hitting a face, hard.

"The King of Akielos", the first voice said.

Damen memorized who had argued for him and who needed some convincing, then turned and departed without his presence ever been noticed.

The third time it was spoken as a joke.

The men of the Kings guard - the Veretian Kings guard, although it weren't all Veretians anymore - were cramped into one corner of the great hall of Makedons humble home.

At the other side there were Laurent and Makedon engrossed in conversation and drink.

Damen had stealthily exchanged a couple of Laurents goblets with water but there still was a heavy blush on his cheeks.

The wine was good and heady and Damen would probably still have to carry Laurent to their bed later that night.

'It's alright, I can handle it', Laurent had said, privately, to him earlier. And then more quietly, 'I trust you.'

It had made Damen want to punch something, someone.

Now Lazar invited him to sit with them. Pallas, next to him flushed even more. It was edging on improper to invite a king like this.

But Damen had fought with these men, listened to their gossip over a campfire and cheap wine.

Their conversation was bawdy and Damen listened with a smile playing around his lips. There was an easy companionship with these men, that he couldn't find with anyone else.

'They call you Damianos of Vere', Lazar proclaimed, "behind your back." It was with a curiosity in his eyes, daring.

Pallas flushed even more, looking scandalized, his tanned skin not enough to hide any of it.

Jord threw Lazar a heavy look.

Damen had heard these and other men often enough refer to Laurent as a stone-cold son of a bitch. He had thought they could come up with better.

The fourth time it again was an accident. The villagers had never seen royalty before and were openly staring at them, high on their horses.

A Child, not even reaching to their mothers hip yet, peaked up at them and asked, 'Are you the King of Vere?'

Their mother flushed, opened her mouth to apologise, or correct it.

Damen smiled openly at the child. 'No, that is Laurent, the King of Vere. I'm Damianos of Akielos. But we rule this country together. Is there anything we can do for you?'

The fifth time it was a messenger again, rushed and without noticing his mistake.

Damen looked at Laurent when he said 'King Damianos of Vere'. There was a smile in his eyes that he carefully kept from his mouth.

---

They lay sated in bed, the sheets tangled around their limbs and the sweat cooling on their skin.

In a moment Laurent would get up to get something to clean up. In a moment Damen would let him.

Right now he was holding onto him a little longer.

'I like it, when they call me that', he said. 'Makes me feel like I belong to you.'

'Don't you?', Laurent asked, his fingers slipping to the gold cuff around Damens wrist.

'Yes. But i like the way it sounds.'

Laurent made a content sound when Damen pulled him a little closer, a little up, so he could bury his face in his neck.

He kissed him there, then moved up to his ear, where he bit carefully.

Laurent breathed out a laugh.

When he finally lifted his head to gaze at him, Damens eyes were sparkling.

'There is a nice ring to it', he said, eyes crinkled. 'maybe I'll put it on my official signature. Damianos of Vere, King of Akielos and Vere, Husband of Laurent, King of Vere and Akielos."

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i personally don’t see Aegon growing up into show!Aegon if he and the reader were raised as brother and sister. at the very least he’d be a hedonist with a bit of a drinking problem but no one would really bat an eye at that considering he’s not set to inherit anything so there’s a bit more freedom in being born the ‘spare’ child. but the lengths this man would go to, to please the reader would be maddening.

it would mostly begin with Aegon attempting to become a knight from all those fairytale books the reader likes to read. mastering the longsword Blackfyre before testing the waters with daggers and lances. the first time Aegon declared he’d be taking part in a tourney Alicent nearly choked on her breakfast. but inevitably Aegon will realize that the reader wants more then a pretty boy donning pretty armour so he begins to attempt the whole chivalry part of being a knight too. something about Aegon awkwardly pulling out the reader’s chair think Jaime jumping up from the table to pull out a chair for Brienne to join them during the last GOT season when they’re in Winterfell together makes Viserys chuckle as he murmurs something about “young love” into Alicent’s ears.

but sometimes Aegon can become incredibly insecure standing next to his brother. not because Aemond is tall and strong and handsome but rather because Aemond’s intellect is already being compared to his grandfather’s as he spends his days studying philosophy and histories. the first time Otto runs into Aegon in the library, the old man has to do a double take believing he’d lost his mind for a moment before softly asking Aegon if he needs help finding something. and Aegon admits that he’s struggling to find a book that won’t numb his mind or induce a nap. within a week, Aegon enters his chambers to find a stack of fairytale-esque books that heavily incorporate war and politics but in a way that actually makes learning enjoyable. the prince merely stares awkwardly at Otto when they run into each other after and Otto nods in understanding. no words spoken. and the queen is left confused.

once Aegon enters his twenties, the prince realizes he must actually begin focusing establishing his place in court and building a future after seeing the reader is interested in Tyrion older men that are capable of thinking beyond the next tourney. so he uses his privilege as the king’s eldest son to usurp the role of Lord Commander of the City Watch despite several protest. and Aegon simply retorts that if Rhaenyra is meant to rule after the king, then as her brother, it is his duty to protect her, right? but it sort of backfired because although Viserys eagerly agrees, the king also believes Aemond should follow in suit and names him Lord Captain of the Red Keep’s Guard too, evening the scales between the brothers once again.

it’s during this conversation that Aemond, Viseron and Jace realize they’ve gotten so caught up fighting each other that they’ve completely overlooked Aegon under the belief he’d never grow out of his juvenile follies quick

I do agree. Aegon will go to whatever length to please and win the reader over. He tries his best to be a gentleman- he really does. It just doesn't come naturally as it does with Jace.

Alicent and Otto encourage Aegon further, and for the first time in a long time, Viserys himself pays attention to Aegon. Praising him for being so considerate to the reader.

Out of the boys, it's Aemond who first catches into what's going on. He knows his mother and grandfather always wanted to choose Aegon over him, he was the oldest after all. But Aemond felt he had the upper-hand in that he proved to be mindful of his duties.

So he notices when Aegon starts attending lessons. He notices Aegon hunched over trying his best to read. The final confirmation was Aegon's presence in the training fields.

Regarding the tourneys, Alicent rejects Aegon's offer. She knows how competitive Aemond can be and while Aemond may not kill his brother. The same cannot be said for Viserion who will love to have the opportunity.

It takes Viserion and Jace some time. Vis is too focused on making a rival of Aemond and still greatly underestimates Aegon. Jace is just awe-struck around the reader, too focused on her than anyone else.

Though when Aegon takes the position of the commander of the city watch, it's one of the rare times when the three boys have a somewhat civil conversation. All along they were busy fighting with one another that Aegon slipped under their nose.

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never an absolution

“Don’t come any closer,” she shouts, so he doesn’t. “Here, just—just give me your hand,” he tries. “I’ll pull you back over.” She glances at him again, the force of a hurricane behind her gaze. “I said stay back.” Titanic AU. jiara week day 5 - based on a book/movie/show

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JJ doesn’t believe in luck. Never has.

He’s sure it’s a real thing that exists somewhere. Just not for him.

Instead, he makes his own.

Luck is the bottle of Jack left on the table to keep his dad’s hands from curling into fists. Luck is the stolen coins that keep him alive when he finally makes it to London. Luck is the ace of hearts hidden up his sleeve when he goes all in for a ticket on Titanic.

JJ doesn’t believe in fate any more than he believes in luck. He can’t, because fate would have him follow in his father’s footsteps—a deadbeat drunk with nothing to live for besides a good fight and his next drink.

Fate is the curse of his name, the scourge passed to him by his father and his father before that. Fate is what he picked up and ran from the moment his father’s body was in the ground.

He ran north from his little fishing town in North Carolina, working his way up the coast, surviving only by odd jobs and manual labor. Boston was fun, at first, until he ran out of money and every day was just backbreaking work and drugs and booze. Until he looked in the mirror and saw the empty eyes and split knuckles of his father.

Paris turned him into a thief, forcing his hand when he couldn’t seem to hold a job or find a place to sleep. Every penny felt like a piece of his past, the shame burning a hole in his pocket until he had just enough for a hot meal and a bed.

When thievery became too heavy, he ran to London, only picking pockets when he couldn’t sell the words in his own, handwritten poems and stories from his childhood, scribbled down under a bridge or on a park bench late at night.

On occasion, someone would actually read the little papers he shoved in their faces, and he’d be struck with confidence, like maybe he could escape his destiny, like maybe his words meant something, like maybe he meant something. But then he’d wake under the stiff sheets of a bed that wasn’t his, next to a woman he didn’t love, and he’d be reminded—JJ Maybank can never amount to anything.

No matter how far he runs, the dark, looming cloud of his future is always trailing behind him. As hard as he tries to be different, he is his father’s son. He lies and he cheats and he steals and he fights his way through life.

In his more optimistic moments, JJ thinks about his mother, who she could have been, or if she left any part of herself for him. He was barely a kid when she left, but he remembers she had kind eyes. Bright and blue, just like his.

His knuckles are still bruised from a barfight in London and the three-day-old split in his lip hasn’t quite faded, but when he looks in the tiny mirror of this third-class cabin, his mother’s eyes stare back at him, and that gives him hope.

The cabin is small, barely enough room to maneuver around the other three men he’s bunking with, so he lingers on the well deck late into the night, sprawled across a bench while he watches the stars peek through puffs of his vaporous breath.

It’s cold, so he fishes his last cigarette out of his pocket, igniting it with an expert flick of his lighter. He only takes one drag before a blur of red flies by in his periphery.

When he sits up, he sees it’s a girl, holding up the skirts of her red gown as she sprints across the deck. She stops short at the stern, leaning over the railing, staring at the water below.

He’s about to turn away—it’s not his business what first class women do on this ship—but she steps onto the railing, slow and shaky, climbing up and over until she’s hanging onto the other side. His feet are moving before he even realizes what’s happening.

“Um, excuse me, miss,” he says, hands held high in surrender, daring a step towards her.

She whips her head around at the sound of his voice. Her dark curls blow wild in the wind, some rogue wisps sticking to the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her grip on the railing turns her knuckles white.

“Don’t come any closer,” she shouts, so he doesn’t.

“Here, just—just give me your hand,” he tries. “I’ll pull you back over.”

She glances at him again, the force of a hurricane behind her gaze. “I said stay back.”

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SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 12: Rocketman Pt. 2

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

A/N: This chapter was inspired by the Elton John Classic "Rocketman" also special shout out to @marvelsvalhalla for listening to my ideas and helping me come up with the chapter title. Also this is the final installment of Siren's Song!

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, self esteem issues, body insecurities. Jake "Hangman" Seresin... yes Hangman gets his own warning. Allusions to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

"They are going to bring him home Harper" Penny says brushing her daughter's hair out of her face as she laid on her lap. "Hangman and your dad are leading the rescue team. They picked up his signal and are getting closer each minute to finding him" She assured her. "It's been five days since they got a signal Penny." Harper sniffed out. "What if they don't find him... or worse he's dead when they do find him? More tears came out as Harper clutched her stomach.

"What if my child never knows their father?" She whispered sitting up. "That baby is going to know their father no matter what. Because you, me, your father, and all of his or hers aunts and uncles are going to tell them about him everyday." Penny reassured Harper as she began to tear up herself.

Penny pulled Harper close as she watched the phone. She stared at it as if she could will it to ring with the news that Rooster was alive and on his way home. "I'm freezing mom... Im going to go upstairs and get a hoodie." Harper said escaping her mothers grasp.

Harper went upstairs and pulled one of Roosters warn Navy hoodies out of the closet. She inhaled his sent that lingered on it. She put it on then grabbed his ring on her dog tags.

"Please Goose.... please bring him back to me" She whispered in a silent prayer.

Bradley wasn't sure how much time had past from his crash until now. His emergency supply of food was gone and he had enough water for maybe a day. The world was blurry and he wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. His head injury made it hard to think. They only thing that kept him going was the picture of Harper and the promise he made to come home to her. His body was so tired. He closed his eyes for a minute and drifted to sleep. It wasn't an easy restful sleep though.

"Son... you have to wake up" He heard Goose's voice say to him. "Bradley get up. She's waiting for you." He heard his mother say. "You asked me to talk to you, so I am Rooster. Get up. Mav is coming for you. He promised me." Goose's voice said again. Bradley shot straight up.

He knew his mind must have been playing tricks on him because he was sure he had seen an F-18 fly over and maybe a navy helicopter. And he knew for sure he must have been hallucinating because he swore he heard Maverick and Hangman's voice calling out to him. "Rooster!" The phantom voices yelled. As much as Bradley knew the voices weren't real he couldn't help but hear his parents in the back of his mind, so mustering all of the strength and energy he had left, Rooster called out to the voices and half stumbled half jogged towards them.

He was sure he was seeing things when he laid eyes on Maverick and Hangman. But when both men hugged him he gasped... "You're real Mav? You're really here. You came back and got me just like Dad said you would." Rooster cried before collapsing into the older man's arms.

Maverick cried knowing that he had found him. Jake helped him carry Rooster back through the forest to the waiting medical helicopter. The weight of the world had been lifted off Jake and Pete's shoulders knowing now that Rooster was alive.

Harper was still upstairs when she heard the phone ring. She waiting at the top of the landing holding her breath. She couldn't hear much because Penny was talking in a whisper. She heard her hang up the phone and ran down stairs.

"Was that dad?" She asked nervously. "Yes it was your father. He had news." Penny replied. Harper's breath caught in her throat. "Did they... is he... is he dead?" She choked out sobbing yet again. She had been crying so much the past few days she wasn't sure how she had any tears left.

"No baby. They found him... alive. He's alive. A little banged and bruised, dehydrated and a severe concussion... but alive" Penny relayed with tears in her eyes. "They will be home in an hour."

"He's alive" Harper whispered. "Did you hear that baby... daddy's alive and coming home." The flood gates opened as Harper hit her knees. Penny pulled her daughter to her chest.

"Thank you Goose." Harper cried.

An hour later both women and rest of the team were waiting for the naval helicopter to touch down. Harper held onto her mother and Phoenix when the red and white helicopter came into view. She waited with baited breath for it to land.

Out first came Jake and her Father both covered in sweat and dirt, but with smiles on their faces. Harper waited anxiously and then she saw him. He was on a stretcher with an oxygen mask and an IV. She couldn't wait another minute. Harper ran to her husband. When he saw her Rooster took off the oxygen mask and ripped the IV out of his arm. The aerial doctors insisted he sit back down and let them help him. But when Harper came to him he brushed them off stating "give me a minute to hold my girl." He staggered into her arms.

"You came back." Harper whispered kissing him passionately. " Told you I would. I promised and I never break a promise." Rooster slurred before he collapsed on the tarmac.

Harper held her husband to her chest as the medics loaded him up to take to the infirmary. Once he was settled in a room, Harper pulled up a chair and held his hand. She slipped his wedding band back on his finger and rubbed her thumb over it. Now that she wqs touching him... knew he was there... knew he was real and safe and alive... Harper allowed herself to close her eyes for the first time in almost a week and sleep.

Rooster slowly opened his eyes. The bright overhead light hurt at first. He was hyper aware of the beeping and buzzing of the hospital machines. He sat up slowly head throbbing. "Baby?" He called out hoarsly Harper had fallen asleep on his thigh. "Bradley! You're awake!" Harper sat up quickly "Oh my God you scared me so much." She said smacking his chest. "Oof" he replied mocking her.

"Oh I'm so glad you are okay!" She said kissing him." She grabbed his hand. "I thought I lost you. I thought we lost you." She said placing his hand on her stomach.

"We?" Rooster said looking between his hand and her face.

"We." She said again smiling

"Harper are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you... are you pregnant?" He asked with tears in his eyes.

"Yes!" She nodded quickly. "Almost 11 weeks. Here look!" Harper rummaged through her bag and pulled out the ultrasound pictures for Rooster to see. Overcome with emotion, both Bradshaws cried happy tears

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3 years later

Harper Mitchell-Bradshaw brought the last of the dishes inside and loaded them in the dishwasher. She watched her husband and their son happily running around the backyard playing "airplanes." She smiled to herself when Bradley picked Nicholas or "Goose" as he had affectionately been nicknamed up and spun him around. The almost three year old laughed with glee.

Harper came outside and sat down in a patio chair. Rooster put his son down to let him play with their family dog Ranger. Bradley joined his wife and graciously accepted the beer she handed him while sipping lemonade.

"You're such a good daddy to him" Harper smiled grabbing her husband's hand. "You're and even better mommy to him" Rooster replied.

"I just can't wait to see how good you will be with the next one here in a few months." Harper said nonchalantly.

"Next one?" Rooster questioned making sure he heard his wife correctly. "Are you?" He began.

"Yup. Sixteen weeks. She will be here before we know it." Harper replied giggling.

"She?" Rooster smiled. "Yes she. I couldn't wait to find out this time!" Harper confessed.

That night at bedtime Goose found out he was going to be a big brother and he couldn't wait. He promised to be the best big brother ever and six months later when Caroline Penelope Bradshaw was born he was more excited than anyone.

To be so young he knew how important it was to be gentle with his new baby sister. The first time he held her he looked on her with wonder in his eyes. The first words he said to her were "Hi baby. I your big brudder Goose and I wuv you Carawine." Goose planted a big wet kiss to the top of his sister's head. He was in love with his little sister. When Grandpa Mav moved to pick up Caroline from the toddlers arms Goose politely, yet firmly said "No Granpa Mav you can't have her." as Goose pulled the baby closer to him. Maverick laughed and held his hands up in defeat. He knew better to argue with his grandson once his mind was made up. Even though he barely three years old Goose was just as stubborn and as strong willed as both of his parents. Penny never failed to remind him "Well what did you expect he is half Mitchell and half Bradshaw?!"

Bradley picked both of his children up and sat them in their mother's lap.

Harper's heart melted that instant. She loved the sight of her little family. The family didn't notice the picture Maverick took of all of them. But he would make a copy for them and one for his airplane hanger.

Once everyone had left, Goose had gone home with Grandpa Mav and Grammy P and Caroline was fast asleep in the hospital bassinet, Bradley grabbed his wife's hand and cupped her face.

"Thank you for this. For us. For our family. For loving me." He told her earnestly. "Harper you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am so glad I ran into you that day at the Hard Deck five years ago. You have made my life better by being in it. I am a better person because of you. I love you so much." Rooster whispered.

"I love you more." Harper told him pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you most"

The End

Yall I have absolutely adored writing this story. I hope everyone who has read it has enjoyed the ride. This has been such a joy for me. I promise this is not the last time you will see these characters! I love you all!

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This is Hell

Chapter 39: Season 4 Episode 13

Warnings: None

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(The first part of this chapter is a flashback if that isn't clear while reading)

“Okay, okay.” Harper laughs as she crosses her legs while sitting with Daryl on the floor in the store they were held up in. They were taking this time to get to know each other more, at the request of Daryl. Maybe it was because he was jealous seeing her with Daniel so he wanted an excuse to get closer to her. Or maybe he just was being nice. Or maybe to pass the time. “I know Zach has been trying to guess it, but what did you really do before all of this?” She looks over at him as she places her hands in her lap.

“What do ya think I did?” He looks over at her from his spot on the floor, his back against the wall.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Maybe you were a undercover spy and that’s why you are the dark and mysterious type.” She jokes, her voice laced with laughter.

Daryl lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head, “Not exactly.”

“Then what was it?”

“Ya can’t tell Zach. It’ll ruin the fun of his little game.” Daryl meets her eyes with his blue ones.

“My lips are sealed.” Harper swipes her fingers over her lips and acts like she is locking them.

“I never really did anything. I kinda was just with Merle. Went where he went. It really isn’t as exciting as an undercover spy but it’s the truth.” Daryl shrugs. Harper gives him a sympathetic look but Daryl is quick to break it. “What about you? What did you do, before all this?”

“A teacher.”

“A teacher? Really?”

“Yeah. A kindergarten teacher. I always had the sweetest kids in my class. They kind of always gave me hope while me and Devon were trying to have a baby.” Harper looks down at her fingers.

It was Daryl’s turn to be sympathetic, “I’m sure they were all great kids.”

“They were.” Harper nods. “Anyway, next question.” Harper tries to move on as she lets out a yawn, covering her mouth.

“I think ya should try to get some rest.” Daryl shifts to make himself more comfortable as he chuckles at her.

“I don’t want to leave you up by yourself all night.” Harper shakes her head.

“It’s fine. I’m really not tired.” He assures her.

“You sure?” Daryl just gives a small nod to her question and she lets out a sigh before grabbing her jacket and bunching it up to lay on. She lays on her back and stares up at the ceiling. It falls comfortably silent over the two of them, aside from the occasional bang on the glass from a walker on the outside. “Do you think things will ever be normal?”

“Don’t think, just go to sleep.” Daryl looks down at her.

“I can’t help it.” She shifts her eyes from the ceiling to his face. “When it gets quiet and I try to sleep I just start thinking about everything.”

“I get it.” He nods. “Maybe one day things will be normal.”

“I hope they can be.”

***

Daryl had approached the group he was with holding Rick, Michonne and Carl at gunpoint. It was the people they had been looking for the whole time. Watching them hurt his family was too much. He tried to step in, tried to offer his life. It only earned him a beating from the men in the group. It was a quick blur before Rick had bit a chunk from the leader's neck. Seeing one of the men touching Carl made him see red and hearing the older man’s belt unbuckling while on top of Carl sent Rick off the rails. He can remember being so angry. Stabbing the man, who was hurting his son, over and over until he was certain he was dead.

The next morning, he had been covered in blood, leaning against the car as he stared at the trees. Michonne was in the car with Carl, but he couldn’t sleep. Not after everything last night.

Daryl walks up to Rick, grabbing a water bottle and pulling his bandana out of his back pocket. He opens the plastic bottle before pouring some onto his bandana.

“We should save that for drinking.” Rick looks up at him.

“Ya can’t see yourself. But he can.” Daryl motions to the car before handing Rick his bandana. He takes a seat next to Rick. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know what they were. How bad they could be.”

“How did you end up with them?” Rick asks as he wipes the dried blood from his face.

“I was with Beth and Alexis. Was with them for a while.” Daryl looks at his hands, picking at his nails.

“Are they dead?” Rick looks over at Daryl.

“They’re just gone. A car with a white cross took ‘em. After that they found me. I knew they weren’t good, but they had a code.” Daryl shrugs as he explains.

“Harper?” Rick questions, he was curious if his sister made it out or not.

“We thought we saw her get taken down by a walker. She was weak still, from being sick. Didn’t think she made it and I had the girls to worry about. But when I was with those guys, I came across this.” Daryl fishes out the locket with the broken chain from his pocket. He holds it out for Rick to see.

“You think she’s out here?”

“Somewhere. She’s got to be.” Daryl nods as he closes his hand over the gold metal.

“She’s a fighter. I think she’s out here somewhere, too.” Rick looks back over to the trees. “I’m glad you are back with us, Daryl. You're my brother.” He turns his head back to Daryl as he speaks. Daryl bites the inside of his cheek as he nods as it falls silent for a few seconds.

“What you did last night, anyone would do it.” Daryl meets Rick’s eye.

“No, not that.” Rick shakes his head.

“I would. If that was Alexis. Carl’s your boy, you had to do what you could to protect him.”

Once Carl was up they headed off, in search of Terminus. Rick wasn’t certain which led him to believe sneaking in would be best.

***

Harper was still hung up on the loss of her locket, but she at least had her wedding ring. Instead of reaching for her locket, which was a nervous habit of hers, she would spin the ring around her finger. A grunt from Alexis causes her to look over at the young brunette, who was holding her stomach.

“You okay?” Harper questions in concern.

“Just my stomach cramping from feeling hungry. It’s fine.” Alexis nods as she waves her hand.

“We can stop. Here.” Harper slides her bag off of her shoulder and holds it out to Alexis. “There should be a few cans of food in there.” She offers, not thinking as she does so. Once Alexis takes the bag, sitting on the ground against a tree, Harper looks around where they had stopped, looking for any resources. Mia would have objected to Harper giving the bag to Alexis, considering she knew what was in the bag. But maybe Alexis can convince Harper to be more concerned.

Alexis digs around the bag before she pulls out a bottle of prenatal vitamins. Her eyebrows knit together as she throws them back in while opening the bag and looking inside. She finds two pregnancy tests, exactly the same brand of test as the one at the funeral home.

“You are her…” Lexi mumbles.

“What’s that?” Harper looks over at Alexis before her face drops and goes pale.

“You were the woman who dropped the test at the funeral home.” Alexis looks up at Harper. Harper rushes over to her, taking the tests and bag from her. She shoves the tests back into the bag before pulling out a can of spaghettios and placing it in her hand.

“I think you were looking for this.” Harper slings the bag over her shoulder and steps away from Alexis.

Lexi stands up from the ground, “And those vitamins aren’t even open. Why are you not taking them?”

“Alexis.” Harper shakes her head.

“No! I’m done with you acting like I know nothing. I am not a little clueless kid! You should be taking care of not only yourself but this baby! You rushed into a herd of fucking walkers! What if-”

“Don’t you talk to me like that!” Harper whips her head around and looks down at Lexi.

“Why do you not care!? That’s your baby! Daryl’s baby!” Alexis shouts.

“You wouldn’t begin to understand! You may not be little but you are still a kid! Both of you girls are! So you and you,” She points at each of them, “keep your damn noses out of it.” Mia looks away from the two of them. She wouldn’t argue but Alexis was another story.

“How do you think Daryl would feel if he knew you weren’t caring for the baby?! Huh?”

“You need to stop butting your head into adult business.” Harper scoffs.

“You need to stop ignoring your problems all the time.” Alexis snaps back. “This is something that won’t just disappear. Whether you like it or not, there is a baby. So be the damn adult here and quit acting like nothing is going on.” Harper’s lack of symptoms made it easy for her to ignore.

“A teenager is arguing with me about something she knows nothing about.” Harper laughs.

“I know that you don’t care enough about that baby that you are willing to throw yourself into harm's way the second you have a chance. Or that you won’t take the damn vitamins. Or that you feel more comfortable keeping it a secret until something goes wrong and you or the baby’s lives are in danger.” Alexis crosses her arms as she grits her teeth. “I may be young but I’m not blind. I see things, I know enough.”

“Harper?” The three girls turn to the voice that didn’t come from either of them. “I thought I heard you two.”

“Carol?” Harper gasps and rushes to her, pulling her into an embrace. Lexi’s anger falls and she follows Harper, hugging onto the familiar woman. Harper pulls back as she sees Tyreese behind Carol, holding Judith. Tears build at the edges of Harper’s eyes as she rushes over, giving Ty a quick hug before taking her niece into her arms and holding her close. She places her hand on the back of her head and kisses Judith’s temple.

“You guys are okay.” Alexis smiles as she hugs Tyreese.

“So are you guys.” Ty chuckles. Carol looks over at Mia.

“And you are?”

“Mia.” She answers.

“She’s with me. She saved me.” Harper explains as she looks at Judith with a smile. “You saved her.” She glances at Tyreese and Carol.

“It was all Tyreese. I can’t take the credit.” Carol motions to him.

“Thank you.” Harper gives him an appreciative look.

“Of course.” He nods. The tension between Alexis and Harper had dissipated. For now.

Chapter 40~

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CORMAC HYDE CORRIN

prom

fic type: fluff

tw: mentions of alcohol and underage drinking

pronouns: she/her

“you look so handsome cormac” his mother gushed, straighten his tie “thanks mum” he said, kissing her cheek. “y/n is going to love it” she complimented, grabbing his shoulders lightly “i’m so proud of you son” she just kept rambling, but cormac listened to his mother, smiling down at her happy face

He kissed his mother goodbye, and headed out the door to go pick up his date. He was overwhelmingly nervous, scared she wouldn’t like how he dressed, or she would turn away as she saw him. But none the less he showed up at her front door, knocking on it.

He took a step back, waiting patiently behind the door. He was soon greeted by y/ns father. “hello cormac” Her father said, putting his hand out for a hand shake. Cormac took it, shaking it with a smile “Good evening sir, how are you?” Cormac asked, as Y/ns father let him in. “I’m good Cormac, how are you?”

Y/ns father had grown close to Cormac, loving how good he treated Y/n. So he had no problem letting Cormac take y/n to the prom, he knew no matter what, Cormac would protect her.

The men soon stopped their conversation as a cough was heard, interrupting them. Y/ns mom stood at the bottom of the stairs, clearing her throat to let them know that it was time.

Cormac froze, like something out of a movie. Y/n came walking down the stairs, her beautiful dress flowing as she walked down the stairs. It drug behind her, fluffy at the bottom and framing her top just nicely

“Oh wow..” Cormac was speechless, as she stood at the bottom of the stairs right in-front of him. She smiled at him. “You look very nice cormac” she said, wiggling his tie. “You..” he spoke, still taking it all in. “you look absolutely stunning” he said, kissing her lips quickly

Another throat cleared behind them, this time it was y/ns dad. “i want pictures!!” her mother spoke, grabbing her camera. Cormac and Y/n stood in-front of the front door as Y/ns mother took pictures. After the pictures, Cormac walked outside, holding y/ns hand, prepared to drive her to prom. A honk was heard, and a limo drove in front of the driveway

“No way” y/n said, kissing Cormacs cheek, but as the window to the limo rolled down, Cormacs manager was in the passenger seat “couldn’t let you take the young lady in your car now could i?” The couple laughed, and got into the limo quickly

The ride consisted of Y/n singing to music and Cormac admiring his girlfriend. They had been dating for a year, and Cormac has never been more grateful for something in his life. He loves her, and would spend the rest of his life with her if he could

When the two arrived at the venue, Cormac helped her out of the car, holding her hand as they walked into the venue. All Cormacs friends had come up to him, greeting him, and doing their ‘bro thing’ Y/n stood off to the side, smiling at her boyfriend getting comfortable in this large setting. Y/n joined her own friends on the dance floor, laughing and smiling with them as some random 2000’s song began to play

Cormac stopped, mid conversation just as Y/n was professing her undying love to her friend through a bruno mars song, giggling at her friends. “dude stop staring at her” Cormacs friends said, pushing his shoulder lightly

“She’s just so-“

“gorgeous i know” his friend answered, causing cormac to slap his shoulder “watch it bud” he chuckled, just as the song ended “I’m gonna go join her” Cormac excused himself, walking to Y/n.

“Hey mac!” she said, kissing his cheek, and grabbing his hand “You seem a little out of breath there baby” he chuckled, wiping the sweat off her forehead with his sleeve. “yeah, i’m thirsty” he nodded, walking with her to the refreshments table. she took the bottom extension off her dress, so that it was shorter and easier to move around in, and Cormac removed his jacket.

Y/n basically chugged a water, throwing it away and taking cormacs hand again. she walked him back over to their friends on the floor, just as this love by taylor swift began to play

Cormac placed his hands on her hips, and she placed her arms around his neck. They swayed back and forth, Y/n hummed to the music, as cormac watched her contently.

“you look beautiful tonight y/n” he said, she smiled, placing her head on his shoulder “you look very handsome” she said, smiling as the song went on

“i love you” Y/n sat her head up. “you what?” she asked, the song ended and a rap song was playing, everyone got loud. “i love you!” cormac shouted over the music, Y/n smiled wider than ever “i love you too!!” she shouted back, he leaned down and he kissed her, in the middle of a huge crowd at prom, he just for the first time in a year, told the girl he loves, that he loves her

#cormac hyde corrin #corrina brown #heartstopper #heartstopper comic #kit connor #kizzy edgell #charlie spring #harry greene #heartstopper cast #my crumbs #nick nelson #prom dress #dancelife

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Kin: Season 1, Episode 5, Part 2

It’s time for part 2 of the episode 5 recap of the first season of Kin, aka the longest recap in my brief history of recapping. In part 1 we covered the heist itself, a surprisingly simple plan that revolved around one well placed threat. Con Doyle got some time to shine as Eamon’s #1 minion and I spent way too long ruminating on Michael Kinsella.

These recaps have spoilers for the entire first season. Second verse, same as the first. Don’t spoil yourself unless you want to!

See the masterlist here.

Aviva, take us away!

At the compound, Amanda puts her print outs of Eric’s GPS data in the house safe.

She hears Michael and Frank arrive home and goes to greet them, along with Birdy and Nikki. Things went well and they absolutely did not just paint an enormous target on their backs. Jimmy and Eric are on their way home. They all head to Amanda and Jimmy’s house to celebrate.

At Eamon’s hotel (I think?) Eamon comforts Con over his terrible ordeal. He’s very sympathetic right up until he realizes the Kinsellas stole all his drugs. What, did he think they took just one or two satchels? He turns on Con real quick. Not so worried about his son now, are you, Eamon? He asks Con to call a meeting.

Back at the compound, the Kinsellas are doing a celebratory toast. Everyone looks thrilled besides Amanda, who is standing in the doorway glaring daggers at Eric.

Michael is toasting with water like a good boy who doesn’t want to have a seizure and Jimmy gives him a neck clasp and cajoles him into taking a shot.

I’m pretty forgiving of Jimmy for this. Michael’s been really secretive about his health and he never told anyone why he wasn’t drinking. While people have asked, they’ve been pretty gentle about it in my opinion. He doesn’t normally play into the toxic masculinity the rest of the men in his family are steeped in but he seems intent on keeping this possible weakness from everyone. Jimmy is very sweet and happy, and Eric teases Michael about the puny size of his score, and the atmosphere of good cheer pushes Michael over the edge.

Eric finally notices Amanda's death stare and tries to get her to join in the revelry. They just did a heist! It doesn’t get any better than this! All the adults in the room are slightly horrified and Birdy points out the dead teenager in the room.

Eric is an idiot. I give him some leeway because I find him more oblivious than malicious, but he’s incredibly selfish and struggles to see past his own nose. He is genuine in his toast to Jamie I think, but it comes off terribly to Amanda, because he never recognized that Jamie’s death was partially his fault AND Frank lied through his teeth about it, something she’s already started to suspect.

They toast and Amanda looks like she's ready to murder Eric right there on her kitchen floor.

Birdy asks when they’ll start selling their stolen drugs but now that the heist is over Frank is all practical again and tells them they’ll have to sit on them for a while. Birdy looks disappointed and a little pouty about that, leading me to wonder what she would have done if she was in charge. Frank commands everyone to cheer up and there’s some weird, canned laughter while Michael takes another shot.

He does not look well and I wonder if he had serious substance abuse issues before prison (besides supposedly killing Allison on accident while high), which does make the family bigger assholes than I suspected for pushing alcohol on him all the time. Then someone breaks out the coke and he does that too and they’re all bonding and laughing but there’s this specter of impending health problems haunting them that only Michael knows about.

Meanwhile, Amanda gets Frank alone to tell him about her visit from the cops. She calmly explains that if they come back they’ll find a lot of hinky shit and close down the dealership. The Kinsellas need to give them someone for the shooting. Frank does a bad job of playing dumb and blows her off. Amanda is surprisingly sympathetic, but only because she hasn’t realized what an idiot Frank is yet. He asks if she’s trying to manipulate him and get Eric in jail, and maybe that’s part of it but also SHE’S NOT WRONG, IDIOT.

In the bathroom, Michael is having the first symptoms of a seizure. He stumbles out of the house, miraculously not running into anyone in the family. He’s almost to his door when his vision starts to go out and he trips, falling headfirst into his front door and breaking a glass panel with his head. He finally makes it inside and falls straight to the floor.

This is all very harrowing. I’m sad that he was in a house full of his family and literally fled so they wouldn’t see evidence of weakness. Now he’s alone in his house, full of drugs and alcohol and having a seizure. Not for long, at least.

Back at Jimmy and Amanda’s, Nikki starts dancing and Eric gets up to join her. They’re cute in a Bonnie and Clyde kind of way. Frank watches on, depressed, because even though he won’t admit it yet he knows his son is going to jail.

Birdy joins the dance and Amanda notices the front door is open. It takes her a minute but she ends up at Michael’s, where the door is open and there’s glass on the ground. THANK GOD. She loves Michael more than her own personal safety and runs right in, yelling for him.

At first she thinks he’s been shot and she struggles to turn him onto his back. She touches his face and chest in a soft fluttering way, like a parent checking to make sure her kid is alright after a fall, and Michael slowly comes out of it.

She wants to know what happened and offers to call an ambulance. The Daredevil fan in me is momentarily confused because calling an ambulance after a health crisis is not his MO, but it’s totally an option for a shady killer from an Irish crime family. Michael tries to brush her off but Amanda is not having it. He scared the crap out of her. She implores him to see a doctor and she looks so scared it reminds me of Jamie and how, not long ago, she wasn’t able to comfort or even see him when he was hurt. This family makes me sad.

Michael explains that he’s already seen a doctor and probably has epilepsy. He looks embarrassed. Amanda tries to talk to him about it but he doesn’t want her pity. He’s so fragile, like all the men in this family. Amanda assures him she doesn’t pity him and holds his hand. This is the scene where it struck me on first watch that Amanda and Michael’s past was more complicated than just fucking. There were/are definitely feelings there; Amanda, at least, loves Michael if she’s not in love with him.

Look at their little faces. I love them.

At Eamon’s hotel, Eamon gives marching orders to his league of assassins, including the red-haired Mini Michael and Beady, the traitor, who gave Frank the lead in Antwerp.

He wants one of the Kinsellas, Michael for preference. Future me is laughing, knowing how utterly they fail at this. They can’t even kidnap Michael’s teenage daughter! Eamon is very intimidating but he and his organization get a D- on follow through from me. He offers 500K for any of the Kinsella men and 2 million for anyone who is able to recover what they stole. He excuses them like it’s a high school assembly and tells Con to up security at the hotel.

At the compound, Amanda is brushing her teeth when Jimmy comes in to pee. She smiles at him, the smile of someone who knows something Jimmy doesn’t know. At the moment that’s a lot of things, but the ones she brings up are Frank’s lies and Eric’s culpability in Jamie’s death. She has to really spell it out to him, because Jimmy trusts Frank and the hierarchy more than he trusts Amanda, but she gets him there eventually.

He’s pretty pissed, primarily because Eric's drive-by interferes with his convoluted rules for retaliation. The shooting that killed Jamie was retaliation for Eric’s shooting. So? Would they have let Caolan Moore go if they knew? Would they have taken their revenge out on Eric, instead?

And now things go bad. Jimmy’s relieved to hear that Michael didn’t know about this- because he asked, of course he did; always testing, our Jimmy- but he’s mad Amanda didn’t tell him immediately. He dresses angrily, intent on going over to confront Eric, but Amanda tells him it’s handled. She handled it, in fact, with Frank. Oh buddy, he does not like this. Jimmy squawks like an angry squirrel but Amanda is done asking people for permission and she doesn’t care about the hierarchy. She was able to do what Jimmy couldn't, find a solution without instigating World War III.

Jimmy feels emasculated and powerless and, yep, that’s where we’re gonna stop today, on his sad, confused face.

Sorry, Jimmy! Consequence of having an awesome wife.

Visit part 3 here.

#kin amc #michael kinsella #frank kinsella #amanda kinsella #jimmy kinsella #a whole lotta kinsellas #eamon cunningham #charlie cox #context for the previous post

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stupid bitch (a poem)

“stupid bitch”

a phrase used with such anger and disgust you could swear the woman being targeted with this verbal attack had to of done something so viciously insane or outlandishly stupid, like spilling a glass of water or forgetting the milk at the store.

i believe every man has or will use this phrase to describe a woman they swear they love with all their heart, just like their fathers used it on their mothers while they cowered in the corner, watching.

this phrase is taught, brought down through each generation like a family heirloom to be honored and held like a trophy.

it’s nothing more than a curse.

no matter how many little boys will hear their father yell that at their mother and pledge they will never be like him, no matter how “liberal” he becomes, how many feminist books he reads or how many feminists he fucks, there will be a moment where he takes his masculinity and holds it over a women’s head taunting them like a cat with a toy.

he will tell himself it was an accident, a result of his annoyance and too much to drink, and swears it will never happen again.

but at that moment, even if it’s just for a second, he will wonder why he had held that part of himself locked away.

it had given him the power he had never allowed himself to have

and so even though he says his vows, promising he will never be “that type of man”

in the back of his mind, he will always know it’s there, like a concealed weapon he swears will just be for emergencies.

here’s the thing though, when mad men run around with guns, a bullet will always go

astray and put a hole in someone they promised to never touch.

as he stands in the living room of his house, the one he feels he built so, therefore, everything in it, he must own, he looks at the woman standing across from him.

the one who had had enough of his pretentious bullshit, always acting like he was a better man when she had experienced firsthand that he was just like the men he swears to hate.

she knows what he is about to say, it has become a part of his daily vocabulary

used in any instance where he feels she “talks back”, objects, makes a small mistake, or even just has opinions on a subject with which he doesn’t agree with

so standing there, surrounded by his son’s mess that his wife didn’t pick up, he follows her pleading stare to the left corner where their son is sitting, his knees to his chest and head down.

“Look at me son.”

the innocent boy peers up with his teary eyes and looks at the scene in front of him.

once the man is sure his son is watching, he releases the words, perfectly planned for this moment, making sure they stay stuck in his son’s head to remember for as long as he may live.

“Stupid bitch”

-Maeve Piles

#poety #young poets #feminist #feminism #writing #female writers #writers on tumblr #writters on tumblr #writers #queer writers #emotinal

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Arrow’s brother Wingding ‘AU’

Stuff I’ve been working on, BTW this is only like... 5 minutes into the actual first episode on Netflix

Panting and feet running through a forest is all that can be heard. A man in a green outfit with a green hood runs through the trees- rushed, on a time limit. He jumps and grabs onto a branch. Swinging, and dropping before resuming running.

Reaching some rocks he starts to climb them, never stopping until he gets to the top. When he stops at the top he looks out onto the island bay to see a fishing boat. He then jumps from rock to rock and resumes running once onto the grass again. He runs over a piece of cloth, turns around, and gets low to the ground. Sticking a Knife into the ground he opens the cloth for a bow and arrows. The takes the bow and an arrow, strikes the head of the arrow against a nearby rock, and starts it on fire, then he stands up and aims for a wood pile he’d made. Firing the arrow hits its mark and the pile of wood lights up.

On the ship, two men are visibly working, One sees the fire and alerts the other in the language familiar to them. The other working man turns in shock to see the flames.

“The name of the Island they found me on is Lian Yu,” the green-clothed man says

The two fishermen approach the fire once on the island.

“It’s Mandarin for purgatory” The green man approaches the two men, and the fishermen look at him in astonishment. “I’ve been stranded here for five years. I’ve dreamt of my rescue every cold, black night since then.”

He gets closer.

“For five years I’ve had only one thought,” He gets on his knees exhausted, and pulls down his hood to reveal his long, dirty, blond hair, the same as the beard on his face: long, dirty, and blond. “One goal, survive. Survive and one day, return home.”

They row him back out to the fisherman's boat. They give him a blanket and some drinkable water. “The island had many dangers. To live, I had to make myself more than what I was,” He takes a drink from the cup. “To forge myself into a weapon. I am returning, not the boy who was shipwrecked, but the man who will bring justice to those who have poisoned my city.” he looks up from the cup and stares out onto the island. “My name is Oliver Queen.”

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“Oliver Queen is alive,” The newscaster starts with the title ‘LOST BILLIONAIRE FOUND’ in front of him. “The starling city Resident was found by fishermen in the north china sea five days ago. Five years after he was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed the Queen’s Gambit.”

Some videos and photos from before he left Star city pop up on the screen. “Queen was a regular tabloid presence and a fixture at the starling city club scene. Shortly before his disappearance, he was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi.”

The screen goes back to the newscaster. “Queen is the son of Starling city billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased.”

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At a hospital, Oliver Queen is staring out a window at the city as a doctor starts talking outside of the room. “Twenty percent of his body is covered in scar tissue.’ he says softly. “Second-degree burns on his back and arms. X-ray shows at least 12 fractures that never properly healed” The doctor is shown outside of the room talking to a blond woman.

“Has he said anything about what happened?” The woman asks

“No, he’s barely said anything.” Responds to the doctor to her question. “Moira, I’d like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver you lost might not be the one they found.” With that Moira turns to Oliver and opens the door.

As she steps into the room no reaction comes from Oliver. “Oliver?” She calls out concerned. However with that Oliver turns around to face Moira, once facing her he gives her a small smile.

“Mom.” Oliver acknowledges, and with that, they both walk forward to meet each other.

“Oh.” Moira starts, with tears welling up in her eyes. “My beautiful boy.” And she goes in for a hug. Oliver returns it as tears start forming in his eye as well. Moira places a kiss behind his ear, and they stay like that for some time.

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A black limo approaches a Manor, eventually coming to a stop and parks. The people riding in the limo step out when the door is opened. The trunk opens to reveal a wooden crate with letters on it. A worker goes to move it but, Oliver Queen also gets it and takes it inside with him, along with a quiet, “I’ve got it.”

“Your room is exactly as you left it.” Moira starts as she and Oliver walk into the Manor. “I never had the heart to change a thing.”

“Oliver.” A man calls out, It’s a Black man, He’s bald and wearing a blue suit and tie. “It’s damn good to see you.” a smile crosses his face, but when no reaction comes from Oliver, the smile dimms. “It’s Walter,” Walter says introducing himself, Oliver and Walter shake hands. “Walter Steele.”

“You Remember Walter,” Moira says as a maid comes into the room. “Your father’s friend from the company.” Walter smiles at Oliver and he gives one back, then Oliver walks off, towards the maid.

“It’s good to see you, Raisa,” Oliver says greeting the Maid- Raisa.

“Welcome home, Mr. Oliver.” Raisa acknowledges with a smile, and then she turns to Moira and Walter to address them. “Mr. Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner.”

“Wonderful” Moira answers and Oliver turns toward her then looks past her and up. “Oliver, did you hear that?” Oliver walks past her to whatever he’s looking at, a smile on his face.

He’s looking up the stairs when a girl comes around the banister. A white girl, long, brown hair resting on her shoulders, she’s wearing a lavender tank top, some jeans, and slip-on sneakers. “Hey sis,” Oliver says greeting.

The teen smiles and starts down the stairs, “I knew it. I knew you were alive.” She says on her way down. Once she gets close enough to him they hug. “I missed you so much.”

“You were with me the whole time,” Oliver says comfortingly.

Once they are done hugging Moira steps forward. “Oliver, While you have been gone there have been some. New additions to the household, Walter for one and the second, Um…” She stumbles off looking for the right words and Oliver’s sister intervenes.

“She picked up a stray,” Thea explains.

“What, did we adopt a Cat?” Oliver questions, however, adopt seems to be the trigger word and Moira starts talking again.

“No, no Oliver. We didn’t adopt a pet,” Moira starts explaining as Oliver’s confusion grows. “And Thea, stop calling your brother a stray.”

“Brother?” Oliver asks as Thea starts smirking.

“Back in 2007, In November I was walking to Queen Consolidated and I turn a corner to see police escorting a teen boy into a cruiser, for some divine reason my stomach dropped so I asked one of them what’s going on,” Moira starts explaining, gesturing with her hands every so often. “He told me that the child was a run-away from New Jersey, Gotham I believe the City was called, he was an orphan that had been placed in a juvenile detention facility because the only orphanage in that town was full.”

“Wow,” Oliver states at a loss for better words, eyes widening in shock. “Why didn’t they just transfer him to an orphanage in a different city?”

“When I asked that, I got told that by the time anyone thought of that as an option, he had already escaped five times, and would actually need to stay there for a few months, before he could be transferred as running away is a crime in whatever city he was in. I said It was ridiculous and asked for his name, ‘Richard Grayson’ was his name. Concern kicked in as they started the journey back to Gotham and eventually I started the process of taking him in.”

“W-well then…” Oliver starts only to stumble off then makes a shrugging gesture “Our little brother is missing the family gathering,” with that, Moira and Walter visibly relax. “Where is he?”

“If he’s not on any chandeliers,” Thea starts and Oliver raises an eyebrow. “He’s probably at the Gym, or on a date with another redheaded… hey Ollie, If you don’t want him to date any of your friends, don’t befriend redheads,”

“Okay… then?”

“Either way, He’ll be home for dinner”

#Yes that is the Au Name #Arrow's brother wingdings #or #A's Bro WD au #thea queen #oliver queen #moira queen #walter steele #i dont know raisa's last name but #raisa #richard grayson #dick grayson #nightwing #I should probably say I plan on reading the comics before I get to the Bludhaven Team #as seen in the last post #crack ship Kai (ninjago) X Oliver Queen (Arrowverse)

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curlymullethair12 · 1 year

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Chapter one: The fear of the dummies.

Was it over? He thought to himself as he noticed that his hands was covered in black blood that came from the broken smashed up ventriloquist dummy that tried to murdered him, his chest was stitched up from the scar that went down from his collar bones down to his stomach as struggled to stand up especially trying to get use to his prosthetic which was difficult thanks to the metal piranhas that torn off his leg. He felt his breathing hitting as he held onto the metal nailed baseball bat as he clutched onto it as he stared down at the so called dead ventriloquist dummy infront of him. "It's over, It's finally over." He said as he felt nervous tears fall past his heavy coated bloodshot eyes as he felt like a nightmare he always had was finally over. "Jack Jameson, Mummy and Daddy are...home..." He turned as he saw his mother Judith Jameson and his father Jimmy Jameson staring around at the mess of their shared trailer. "Mama, dad...it was only self defense, I-I'll clean up the mess I-I promise." He felt tears rushing down his face as Judith came over to hug her tall son who began crying. "Shh it's okay, we're home now your not in trouble." Judith said as Jimmy scoffed at that, "Damn fucking right he is Judith, he is disgusting at how he left the state of the ventriloquist dummy and the trailer us three are sharing." Jimmy said as Judith glared down at her short husband, "Jimmy, our son right here is crying and bleeding after we thought he was going to be safe, Don't you fucking say that about him." Judith said but how exactly did this happen?

He ran out of daredevil tent after his preformance with his normal legs as he felt like he was going to vomit as he made a zigzag dash as he quickly apologise to some parents and their children as he finally made found a bucket he could vomit in, he gripped onto the bucket as vomit came spewing out from his mouth. He was shaking due to coldness of the water he was just in and at how he felt a strong hand grip onto his black soaked curly hair holding it out from his face, "You doing good down there?" He heard a New Zealand accent ask as he continued to vomit into the bucket which wasn't doing him good at anymore, "N-Not really." He gasped out as he continued to vomit as the other person beside him still kept holding his hair tightly but it didn't cause him any pain, he felt the vomit soon finish afterwards which didn't feel nice but luckily the person sitting down beside him had something to drink. "Here's some frozen water." The Famous Lobster boy aka Xavier Mcallen said to him, "Thanks Xavier." Jack Jameson said to the same aged Fourteen year old beside him.

He had to suck some of the water out of it even if it frozen just to get the taste out from his mouth, "What caused you vomit after your performance?" Xavier asked as Jack sighed, "I had a fit in the water, this fear I have of ventriloquist dummies but because I was blindfolded I saw these ventriloquist dummies like from the Dummy shed in one the trailers and I thought it was in the tank with me and I felt like vomiting and I had to call the performance short. Dad's gonna kill me." Jack said as Xavier shrugged at that, "Your dad? Jimmy Jameson the owner of this circus with your tall strong woman mother? Judith Jameson? I highly doubt that mate, I've seen Judith fight and put men in their places, she would never let your old man lay a single finger on you and considering your tall as well like 6.9 like your mother, I highly doubt that and what's best is that you can mimic anyone voices." He said grinning sheepishly at the tired boy beside him who smile slightly at that, "That's true mate but it's also annoying considering that I have to act different with the voice I copy. It's difficult mate." Jack said as Xavier smiled at him softly as he stood up before holding out his thick larger mishaped hands as his thick fingers attached together as he held it out as the African boy stared at him confused. "Come on buddy, I saw Judith and the Anderson twins carrying a ventriloquist dummy into the main tent. It should be fun, wouldn't it?" Xavier said with a cheeky grin afterwards as Jack couldn't help but smile as he smacked his hand against Xavier's as he tucked his water bottle into his pocket.

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cemetery-circus · 2 years

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Y'all be headcanoning Alma as homophobic as if this isn't how it goes every time someone comes out to her

#encanto #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #camilo is shaking and crying and Abuela is just #'that's lovely and I'll call you whatever name and pronouns you want'#'but we are in the middle of the marketplace mi vida'#she's been experiencing crazy magic shit for 50 years #her son staring at men like he's never had a drink of water in his life is the least of her concerns rn

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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reach

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // previous // next

part two

word count: 3.3k (worth it me thinks)

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a/n: hi bffs !! here is part two to touch !! i hope u guys enjoy !! might make a part 3 if you guys want ?!? let me know what u guys think !!

You stared at the clunky metal cuffs on your hands, silent as the four of you were squished together along with two agents. Tears staining your cheeks, you had stopped crying as soon as the agents had cuffed you, turning on a steely exterior.

“i knew him” Steve spoke, you were all silent as he stared at the floor, “he looked right at me like he didn’t even know me” his voice distant.

“that was over 70 years ago how is that possible?” Sam spoke, looking at you and then at Steve.

“Zola, Buckys whole unit was captured in 43” Steve explained, his gaze hardening, “Zola experimented on him, whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall” his voice softening.

“they must have found him and-” Steve’s voice was tender as he trailed off.

“none of that’s your fault steve” Natasha groaned, bleeding through the bandage you had put on her.

You looked over at her and frowned, “we need to get a doctor in here, she’s lost a lot of blood if we don’t put pressure on that wound” you turned, looking at one of guards next to you.

You flinched as they turned on the taser, scooting back closer to steve. Your eyes widened as they knocked out the other agent, taking off their helmet only to reveal Maria Hill. You smiled softly.

“that thing was squeezing my brain- who’s this guy?” She spoke, staring at sam.

After breaking out of the cuffs and escaping the truck the five of you headed to some secret base, you were quiet as they chatted among each other, thoughts of bucky clouding your mind.

“y/n, why- what happened?” Steve spoke gently, falling into step with you.

You looked at him, slowing down a little bit. “It was him steve” you whispered, voice shaking. Steve stopped completely, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the group.

“what- i thought- are you sure?” He rushed out, breathless.

“i saw us, together” you managed out, a tears falling from your eyes, “it was our future,” you looked at Steve, wiping your eyes before continuing to walk forward.

“y/n we have to talk about this” Steve rushed next to you and you nodded, he opened his mouth but you stopped him as you approached sam, Maria and natasha.

“not now, please” you pleaded and he nodded, holding your hand and squeezing it softly.

“She’ll want to see him first” Maria spoke, a smirk on her face as you all looked at each other in confusion, following her as she pushed some plastic curtains out of the way.

Your stomach fell and a smile found it’s way onto your face, “son of a bitch” you chuckled.

“about damn time” fury mumbled you couldn’t help but smile.

As they attended natasha the rest of you listened to fury rattle off his list of injuries, explaining why he had to stay hidden and why no one was told of him still being alive. You nodded along in understanding, your eyes trained on the floor before looking at him with a smile.

“does this mean i still have to turn in that report?”

Buckys mind was racing. The smell of freshly baked cookies and visions of you in his head. Even flashes of the blonde who was with you.

He could hear his scream after he fell, he saw flashes of them turning him into who he was now. He memorized your face, the way your hair looked and the smile you had on your face for the few seconds you had together. He focused on the future, the picnics and the singing.

Bucky mourned for himself, for who he was and who he wish he could become.

The sound of an argument and multiple footsteps brought him to reality, his eyes still red and nose pink from crying when he saw you. Alexander Pierce walked in and bucky felt sick to his stomach, watching as the agents lowered their weapons on his command.

“Mission report” he spoke coldly, angry when he had to repeat himself once more. Pierce crinkled his nose, hitting bucky in frustration.

Bucky hesitated, he shouldn’t tell them about you, he couldn’t. He needed you safe, he didn’t want you hurt.

“the man on the bridge, who was he” he mumbled, voice fragile as he spoke. Buckys eyes met Pierces, worry flickering in his eyes before pushing it away.

“i knew him” he mumbled, Pierce sitting in front of him. His words were fuzzy as he thought of you and the blonde man, he wanted you, he was meant to be with you. “but i knew him” bucky mumbled once more when Pierce finished talking, his lips pressing into a smal tight smile for a second.

“prep him” Pierce spoke, bucky wanted to cry, his stomach was in knots as Pierce told them to wipe him. Panic rose in his chest, he couldn’t forget you, he couldn’t lose his only hope in 70 years. He leaned back as they pushed him into his seat, his breathing ragged and heavier. He had to hold onto you, the smell on baking cookies in his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I never liked him” you spoke, turning to Natasha, “i told you remember! You brushed me off” you huffed, turning your attention to Maria and some suitcase.

Maria explained insights plan, telling the four of you how to stop the carriers. Making sure to emphasize the need to link all three carriers.

“- we can salvage what’s left” Nick spoke, you furrowed your brows and shook your head, anger bubbling in your chest.

“we aren’t salvaging anything!” You spoke angrily, Nick staring at you in shock. Steve nodded his head.

“we’re taking down SHIELD” Steve spoke and Nick tried to defend himself, “SHIELD had nothing to do with this!” The man grumbled.

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends” Steve spoke firmly, “SHIELDS been compromised you said so yourself, HYDRA grew under your nose and you didn’t even notice” his brows furrowed and eyes cold.

“why do you think we’re meeting in a cave, i noticed” Nick shot back, you shook your head in disbelief.

“how many paid the price before you did?” You quipped, thinking about your soulmate, where was he? what would happen to him?

“I didn’t know about barnes” Nick softened, looking at Steve, the blonde rolled his eyes.

“even if you did would you have told me about it? Or would you compartmentalize that too” he scoffed, you bit your bottom lip in frustration.

“HYDRA, SHIELD, it all goes” you stated firmly, eyes set on fury, he looked around at the others.

“they’re right” Maria sighed.

You stood atop the dam, the sound of the wind rustling the trees calmed you down, you focused on one of the flashes you had seen when you touched bucky.

“You set this all up for little ol’ me?” You teased, bucky rolling his eyes with a smile on his face, taking your hand in his and leading you to the middle of the meadow he had found.

“only the best for my sweets” he replied, shooting a wink at you and you blushed slightly, the cool wind hitting your flushed skin.

“oh wow you even got us a little cake? went all out did you barnes” you teased and he smiled, letting a soft groan out.

“can you please stop laughing at me for five minutes” he pouted, and you smiled at him softly, sitting on the blanket and pulling his down with you, kissing the pout on his lips.

“i love it angel” you mumbled, kissing his lips softly before pulling away and reaching into the basket, pulling out the sandwiches and handing one to bucky along with a drink.

“found it the other day, thought you would like to watch the sunset from here instead of that old park” he spoke, taking a sip from the water bottle you handed him and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“i love you so much James” you mumbled, leaning over and peppering kisses all over his face, a smile on his lips as he soaked in all your loving.

You giggled as he moved over, picking you up with ease and spinning you around. Bucky set you down gently, you rested your head on his shoulder as you marveled at the sun setting, pinks and reds painting the sky, golden rays hitting the two of you.

“you know I’m yours forever, right doll?” Bucky mumbled, his head in your lap as you played with his hair. You smiled sweetly at him, nodding your head.

“and I’m yours forever and more lovebug” you replied.

“He’s gonna be there, you know” Sam spoke, causing you to jump slightly. Steve walked next to him, the two men approaching you.

“I know” you nodded.

“whoever he used to be, the guy he is now, he’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” Sam spoke, Steve standing next to you as Sam looked at the two of you.

“i don’t know if we can do that” Steve spoke for the two of you, Sam looked at you softly. Your eyes meeting and you gave him a small smile.

“he might not give you a choice” he whispered, you shook your head as he continued, “he doesn’t know you.”

“he has to, he has to remember me, I’m his soulmate” you spoke, eyes welling up with tears once more.

“gear up, it’s time” Steve spoke gently.

Your hands shook softly as you changed, taking in a deep breath as you fell into line with Maria, Sam and Steve, walking towards SHIELD.

“excuse us” you smiled as the man opened the door to the control center, moving out of your way quickly when he saw Maria and Sams guns, “alrighty star spangled man, your time to shine” you smiled, patting him on the back.

Steve began his speech, a proud smile on your face as he spoke, feeling the shift in the air, your heart thumping against your rib cage.

“did you write that down first? Or was it off the top of you head” Sam smiled and you laughed softly.

The sirens blared and you heard the echoes of gunshots, “they’re initiating launch” Maria spoke in your ear, you jogged next to Sam and Steve.

“how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam questioned.

“if they’re shooting at you they’re bad” you replied, Steve smiling before the two of you hopped down and fought the men on the airstrips.

You were in a whirl of punches and gunshots, throwing your knives and taking down men to help Steve get to the helicarriers.

Steve ran from behind you, the two of you running to put in the cartridge, “alpha lock!” You spoke, you and Steve running to leave the carrier. Sam calling out “bravo lock!” Not long after.

You took down a couple guards, hitching a ride with a pilot and Steve counting on sam to get him to the other helicarrier.

You ran out as soon as you could, blood running cold as you recognized the metal arm grabbing sams wing.

You froze as he tore the wing off, kicking him off the side, eyes wide you ran out, “Sam!” You cried out, panic filling your chest.

“I’m fine, I’m just grounded, I’m sorry guys” he apologized and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m still on the helicarrier, i got it” Steve spoke and you felt relief knowing he was safe.

“I’ll come down and help you” you spoke, turning around and coming face to face with three men. You groaned in annoyance as they approached you, moving quickly to take one of their guns, knocking them out with the butt. Using another one as a shield before kicking him off you and into the other man.

“Y/n no! Wait on my signal, he’s here and- we just need to wait for the right moment” Steve spoke, out of breath as he spoke. You hesitated, watching bucky run to beat Steve.

“okay” you spoke softly, doing what you could to make sure it was only steve and bucky in the helicarrier.

It felt like an eternity until Steve finally called for you, breathless. “Y/n get down here!” You ran quickly, maneuvering your way down and seeing the two men fighting.

“take it!” Steve yelled, bucky laying on the floor next to him, you nodded, running up to him as his tossed it to you, catching it before taking off again.

You felt the bullet whirl next to your head, he was shooting at you. Your stomach fell as you realized, running faster. You heard Steve groan, falling next to you.

“Steve!” You cried out, stopping before realizing you had mere seconds left. You saw the blood through his suit, biting your lip before taking off, hurrying to put in the cartridge, rushing to help Steve up.

“Charlie lock!” You cried out, putting his weight on your shoulder, struggling to carry him.

“get out of there!” Maria called, you looked at Steve, his eyes telling you all you needed to know, you nodded softly.

“fire now” Steve spoke, Maria began to argue but you cut her off, “do it!” You commanded, losing your balance as the helicarriers shot at each other.

Bucky’s groan caught your attention, your heart breaking as you saw he was trapped under a piece of metal. Without hesitation you and Steve jumped down, lifting the metal between the two of you.

“it’s gonna be okay” you whispered, moving to reach out only for the helicarrier to decline sharply, causing you to slip away, inches from his hand.

You grasped onto a ledge, steadying yourself and attempting to get back to the two super soldiers, the constant explosions making it difficult.

Bucky punched Steve, fear in his eyes as they spoke, you ran to them, continuously getting knocked over by the crashes.

“I’m not gonna fight you, you’re my friend” you heard Steve say, dropping the shield as bucky tackled him.

“you’re my mission!” Bucky spoke, anger in his eyes.

You leaped, tackling Bucky off of Steve, flashes of your future in both of your eyes.

“y/n!” Steve cried out.

“no wait pull over!” You cried out, eyes focusing on a box you had passed on the highway, bucky furrowed his brows in confusion.

“doll it’s raining it’s just a box” he slowed down, pulling over anyway.

“no there were cats!” you squealed, unlocking your door quickly and running out of the car, the rain immediately drenching you to the bone. Bucky cursed softly as you ran out without your jacket, following you quickly. His eyes landing on the two cats in your arms.

“told you so” you teased, motioning for him to grab the other two from the box. Bucky grabbed them quickly, running to your car and setting them on your lap, wrapping them in your jacket and trying to warm them up.

You arrived at the shelter quickly, heart aching as they took the four kittens from you. The small white one mewling and sinking his claws into your shirt, you smiled softly before taking his claws out of the fabric, handing him to a vet.

“We’ll call you when we’re done with all the tests and diagnostics” the woman smiled kindly and you nodded, bucky slipping his hand into your easily and you leaned into his warmth.

You were cuddled up next to bucky on the couch, head on his chest and watching one of your favorite shows.

“doll?” Bucky called out, moving you gently and you got up from his chest.

“sorry, I’m just worried about the kittens is all” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip, bucky let out a breath before pulling you into his lap.

“that white one really liked you” he chuckled and you nodded, a smile on your face as you remembered the way he didn’t want to leave you.

“almost as much as you do huh” you teased and bucky laughed, shaking his head at your statement.

“no one can love you as much as i do dollface” he replied, his face serious before breaking into a smile as you rolled your eyes. You moved to get off his lap but he stopped you.

“why don’t we keep him” he smiled, nervous as he proposed the idea to you, “you could use some company when i go away for missions and I’ve always wanted a cat, and plus statistics say people are happier with pets-” bucky rambled.

“yes! oh my god finally! I’m so excited” you cheered, jumping of the couch and hopping around, a smile on your face as you turned to look at bucky.

Bucky smiled as you sat back down, leaning in to kiss him softly, a smile on both of your faces. “Should name him alpine” Bucky suggested a smile on his face as you nodded.

Bucky went overboard on toys and treats, his arms full as he set the bags down, a smile on his face as you finished kitten proofing the apartment.

“James! You didn’t need to get that much” you spoke shocked at the amount of things he got for your new kitten.

“this is our son we are talking about, he deserves the world” bucky scoffed, fixing the bags and putting everything away, the two of you excited to pick up your new child.

The two of you played with alpine for hours when he got home, giggles filling the apartment as you observed his antics. The three of you curled up on the couch, alpine asleep in your lap as bucky had his arm around you, some documentary playing.

“i love our family” you smiled, looking at bucky and kissing his jaw softly. He smiled at you as you pulled away, laying your head on his chest again.

“i love it too sweets” his heart was melting at the sight of you, cozy in his arms with the kitten in your lap.

“I’m yours forever bucky” you whispered, eyes closing as exhausting took over, his heart fluttered.

“I’m yours forever y/n” he replied, a smile on his face as the words left his lips.

Buckys eyes widened as the scenario played out in his eyes, you looked at him, a small smile on your face.

“it’s you” he whispered, a small smile forming on his face.

“it’s me, forever” you mumbled, moving to sit up and hug him.

Before you could, debris broke the glass you were laying on, your reflexes not quick enough to hold onto something, causing you to fall into the water, fear in Buckys eyes.

Both him and Steve dove in after you, bucky reaching you before his friend and pulling you out frantically. Steve helped drag you to shore, shaking you before giving you CPR.

You coughed up water, rolling around before your vision cleared, a smile on your face as you saw Steve, wrapping your arms around him.

“wheres bucky?” You questioned, heart sinking as you searched for the metal armed man.

“i- he was just here” Steve spoke, looking around, panic in his eyes.

Within moments Maria, Natasha and Sam found the two of you, rushing you to a hospital, treating all your wounds and any broken bones. Falling asleep moments after with Sam watching over both you and Steve.

It had been close to a month since SHIELD fell, since you last saw bucky. You woke up to knocking on your door, your eyes bleary as you checked the time, 7:34 am.

You groaned and forced yourself out of bed, “who needs something at 7 am on a Saturday!” You called out, angrily opening the door. Your anger sizzled away within seconds, you eyes meeting the baby blue ones you had only seen for moments at a time.

“Bucky” you whispered, your wind had been knocked out of you as you saw your soulmate on the other side of the door.

“hi doll” he smiled softly, his eyes brighter as he looked at you.

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