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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4

(continuation from part three)

who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.

a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)

word count: 9k

warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣

things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.

you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.

there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'

juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.

but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.

in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.

that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.

"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"

"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.

"i dare you to finish your sentence."

with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.

"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"

"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.

"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"

"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"

this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.

"aaron put the gun down."

aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.

"phew, thanks, princess."

"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.

kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"

aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."

kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.

aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.

sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.

you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.

warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.

you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.

you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.

at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.

on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.

you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.

on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.

you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.

you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.

"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."

the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.

but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.

you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.

“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”

you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.

“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”

your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.

“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”

if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.

the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.

before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”

she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.

“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”

“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”

“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.

“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”

“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”

“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”

“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.

“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.

he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.

“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”

“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”

you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”

“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”

your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.

you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”

you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”

with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.

now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.

maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.

you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.

you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.

so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.

unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.

“oh my god, you scared me.”

“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”

you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.

he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”

“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”

“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”

you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”

“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”

you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”

“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”

“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”

aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”

“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”

“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”

“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”

“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“

“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”

“it was purely physical.”

your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”

you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”

aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.

in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.

delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.

luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.

kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.

haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.

haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.

nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.

she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.

both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.

aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.

nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.

“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.

“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.

you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.

aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.

now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.

you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.

half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.

before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.

suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.

maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.

you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.

you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.

the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.

as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.

worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.

you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.

you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.

it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.

you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.

haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.

but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.

“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”

“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.

“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”

haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.

“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”

you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.

juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.

aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”

you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.

aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.

“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.

you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”

suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.

he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.

“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”

“hey! let go.” you protest.

haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”

you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.

haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.

“what did you just do?”

you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”

“is that a threat?”

“why don’t you find out?”

haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.

haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.

the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.

part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.

you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“

“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.

a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.

you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.

you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.

you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.

you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.

you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.

your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.

at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.

but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.

in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.

“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.

you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.

in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’

unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.

juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.

kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.

it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.

when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.

your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.

after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.

the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.

aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.

you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.

no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.

“is everything okay?”

“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”

“about what?”

“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”

you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.

you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.

before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.

you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.

“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.

“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.

he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.

“i’ll start from the beginning.”

and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.

aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.

“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”

“because one of those girls is juliette.”

you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.

“i don’t understand..”

“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”

your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?

“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.

“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”

your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.

aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”

you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.

aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.

“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”

juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.

it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.

“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”

“i swear, i had no idea-“

“please. just tell me.”

the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.

anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.

his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.

it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.

you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.

‘why did you keep this from me?’

‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’

when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.

“don’t touch me.”

“amor, please. i love you, so much.”

“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”

the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.

you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.

you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.

“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”

kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”

castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”

“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”

“what the hell is going on?”

“does juliette know?”

“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”

‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.

“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”

his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”

you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.

you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.

not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.

with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.

but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.

took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.

you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.

you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.

you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?

when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.

thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.

despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.

time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.

if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.

“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“

“where juliette? i need to see her now.”

“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“

you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”

“she’s not in the best state.”

“take me to her. now.”

kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.

“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.

“juliette! open the door!”

“go away.”

“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”

“i don’t wanna speak to you.”

“well, i do.”

“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”

“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck you too!” you throw back.

“…bad time to say i told you so?”

you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.

when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.

it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.

as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.

aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.

he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.

now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.

aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.

you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.

it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.

first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’

“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”

delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’

great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.

then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.

a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.

perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.

you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.

kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.

you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.

kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.

you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.

you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.

were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.

but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.

you missed just shooting and punching enemies.

kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.

apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.

juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.

once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.

your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.

you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.

you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.

a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.

everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.

warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.

“i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“please, amor. hear me out.”

warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.

“what could you possibly have to say to me?”

“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”

“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”

“you know that’s not true.”

“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”

“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”

“i don’t want to hear—“

“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”

“aaron.”

“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”

his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.

“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.

you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.

but you can’t. at least no so soon.

you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.

“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”

you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.

you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.

now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.

but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.

it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’

to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.

out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.

theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.

you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.

you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.

it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.

you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.

you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.

it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.

kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.

a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.

“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”

anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.

you were so sick of seventeen.

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tofudevil · 2 years

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A/N: i keep writing things then never actually posting them, well hopefully this makes it to post. Enjoy!

Warnings: jealousy

Characters: Luffy, Zoro

GN! Reader

Jealousy Headcanons

Luffy

This sweet sweet innocent boy is so confused

Luffy doesn’t completely understand what he’s feeling most of the time especially when it comes to you

I don’t necessarily think Luffy would get jealous a lot but it definitely happens

It’s pretty obvious when he is jealous because he becomes clingy and whiny

He may not even know that what he’s feeling is jealousy

He’ll wrap his arms around you very tightly and not let go until the person who is making him feel jealous leaves or until he thinks it’s safe for you (he thinks he’s protecting you)

Might be super impulsive and just start kissing you, he doesn’t know what a personal bubble is or what pda is and he’s not 100% sure why he feels the need to kiss you right at that moment

It would be rare for him to get jealous if it’s a friend of his like Sanji or Ace because he trusts them but if he happens to get jealous of a friend he’ll most likely glare at them and tell them to go away with a pout

If it’s a stranger he may get a little mean/bratty, he would whine and pout. Throw passive aggressive remarks towards the person without knowing it’s passive aggressive

All around he’s just a big pouty baby, just give him some attention and he’ll go back to being his usual care free self

Whether you choose to talk about the jealousy and make it aware that’s what he is feeling is up to you and he probably still won’t understand

“Come play with me instead of this person, I’m so much cooler right?”

Zoro

This man is in denial

The great Roronoa Zoro jealous?? IMPOSSIBLE

In all seriousness, he fr thinks he isn’t jealous and would try to ignore it has much as possible

He tries to be patient and wait for you

But even this pirate has a breaking point, and when this person just won’t stop talking you he starts to get a little more than irritated

He’ll most likely swing an arm around your shoulders and just drag you away to who knows where, he may even sneak a glare towards the person as the two of you leave

the whole way he’s just mumbling and grumbling curses and insults

Might go a tad bit tsundere and say he didn’t care and that you were taking too long

It’s only noticeable when he makes it noticeable, sometimes he’ll just get grumpy and leave but if he acts on it well I said what would happen above

If you tease him about it he’ll get really defensive and probably leave you behind

All in all he’s just a big grumpy man who wants your love, so pls give him some after

“Hurry up already, I wanna take a nap.”

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synkverv · 6 months

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the color violet never seemed to glow (until i saw it in your eyes)

Chapter One: fly with me Art by: @ewanmitchellcrumbs Pairing: Alicent/Rhaenyra (Rhaenicent), Laenor/Joffrey Lonmouth (mentioned) Rating: mature Tags & Warnings: alternate universe - 1980s, fluff and smut, angst and humor, period-typical homophobia, body dysmorphia, declarations of love, drinking Word Count: 6,460 AO3: link

Summary: (King's Landing, Westeros, August 1986). Alicent was devastated when Rhaenyra first told her she was moving to the Vale to attend university. So to try and cheer her friend up, Rhaenyra promised to make this the best summer ever. She doted on Alicent, treating her to any and every activity that crossed her mind. But as the date of Rhaenyra’s departure approached, Alicent couldn't help but sink into a depression. She struggled to admit the thoughts that plagued her whole existence: she was in love with Rhaenyra. Perhaps on their final outing together, during all the shopping, eating, sunbathing, drinking, and dancing, she will be brave and say what's always been on her mind. But unbeknownst to her, Rhaenyra has the same idea.

Notes: this is my submission for @hotd-bigbang. and a special thank you to ewanmitchellcrumbs for the header, moodboard, dividers, and for organizing this event so wonderfully!! this was my first big bang and it won’t be my last. it’s been such a fantastic experience. thank you again ewanmitchellcrumbs and it’s been so great working with you!

anyway, thanks for reading! this was initially a one-shot but it grew too long for my liking so i’ve decided to split it up into two chapters (or perhaps more but don’t hold me to that!) chapter two will be posted at a later date, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The Vale.

Once a place that rarely crossed her mind now burrows into her every waking thought. She hates the Vale. Rather, she hates what it will take from her. Stealing away the most prized person in her life and keeping her behind its walls was a worthy enough reason to hate anything. She thinks about the people there, and she hates them, too. She hates all the new individuals who threaten to invade her friend's life. She can’t help but think of those who will replace everyone she had here in King's Landing. A new friend group, a new boy toy, and worst of all, a new best friend. Everything Alicent knows and lives will be nothing but a distant memory to Rhaenyra. Fragments of an old life. Despite her moping, Alicent accepts nothing stays the same forever. It’s life’s impossibility. Change is inevitable. But truthfully, what nineteen-year-old understands that? It’s silly to blame a location for her distress, she knows, but Alicent needs something to take the brunt of her frustration. It helps to focus her attention on the wrong thing, or so she believes it does. She convinces herself it’s easier to despise a place that means little to her than to despise her friend's choices. Or worse, to despise her friend herself.

She’s lying on her back atop her bed’s grey-green duvet. Her ankles are crossed and her fingers are laced together resting limply on her stomach. Her steady breathing conceals the torrent of thoughts racing behind her eyes. The shades are drawn, keeping the otherwise cheerful room as dark as her mood.

Alicent grimaces.

What kind of person would she be if she hated Rhaenyra for pursuing her dreams and goals in life? As her best friend, she should support her in all her endeavors. Even if it hurts. Rhaenyra wants to attend the same university as her mother. So, what? Alicent understands the need to feel close again to one’s late mother if nothing else.

Alicent hadn’t seen her mother in four years before her sudden illness last year. Her father had split up the family when he took up his current job working alongside Rhaenyra’s father in the capital. At his insistence, Alicent and her brothers came to live in King’s Landing to study and make important connections to aid their careers. Grayce, however, refused to move and remained in Oldtown with her brother-in-law, Hobert, and his sweet wife with whom she was close. Otto and Viserys had been friends for longer than either were married but it still shocked the whole family when he chose Viserys over Grayce.

Alicent wishes she asked her mother why she stayed behind. Four years is a long time to spend away from your husband and your children. Why not come? Father avoids the question when I ask , she thinks, I doubt I’ll ever know why now .

Yet though it seemed their marriage was strained for reasons unaddressed, Alicent watched her father become ever-dutiful and caring for his wife when she fell ill. Alicent, her brothers, and her father flew back to Oldtown the second they found out Grayce was sick. They lived at the hospital and Hobert’s home for nearly a full year. Grayce’s funeral was attended by hundreds of mourners from both the Hightower and Redwyne families. Alicent and her siblings stayed under their uncle’s roof for another week after Grayce’s passing before flying home to King’s Landing. It still surprises Alicent that they lasted that long. Otto had grown noticeably aimless and restless following the funeral, annoying his brother, his sister-in-law, his nieces and nephews, everyone. Gwayne later told her he suspected that their father disliked being around the family without being the center of attention, but Alicent, at the time, just believed he struggled to express his grief properly. Losing a mother was hard enough, she couldn’t imagine losing a life partner, the second half of one’s being.

" Allie, door! " her brother calls from downstairs.

She glances at the alarm clock to her right on her bedside table. Half nine , it reads. She’s late, as usual . But Alicent doesn’t care. She never does. Not on the first day of summer or today, the last. Rhaenyra promised to make this the best summer ever, and so far, it had been just that. Yet the thought of it ending lingered in the back of Alicent's mind the whole time, spoiling even the best moments. She’ll never let Nyra know though. She knows her friend feels guilty enough about moving away and she doesn’t want to make it worse on either of them. They avoid the subject.

"Be down in a second!" she shouts. She hears her brother respond but can’t make out what he said. Not that it matters. Gwayne makes snide comments all the time, and they’re so often meaningless. She checks herself out in the mirror on the back of her door, never one to leave the house unmade or underdressed. She brushes the wrinkles out of her light jean shorts and straightens her loose, sleeveless white top. Her crimped auburn hair is full and teased out. It’s almost hard to the touch from the layers and layers of hairspray, just the way she likes it. She grabs a couple of makeup products from her organized desktop and returns to the mirror, leaning almost close enough to brush her nose against it. She quickly slathers her favorite shade of pink lipstick over her lips. Next, she applies a modest amount of black mascara to her lashes, gently accentuating their natural length. Father hates if I wear too much makeup… or any , she thinks as she stares at her reflection. At least he’s not here to see it . She looks down at her hands and frowns. The skin around her fingers is red and angry, sporting more than a few scabs. She used to wear nail polish to distract the eye but she couldn’t keep from picking at the pastel colors. She grew tired of reapplying the polish day after day, so she stopped. Her picking has never been worse, never been so obvious. She hopes Rhaenyra doesn’t mention it.

Alicent snatches her crossbody purse from the hook by her door and all but runs downstairs. She expects to find her friend inside by the backdoor, like usual, but when she gets there, nobody is there. Garage . Rhaenyra never knocks at the front door, not since it got Alicent in trouble for ‘bothering’ her father. Father hates it when Rhaenyra stops by unannounced, or even when it’s planned. Despite Rhaenyra’s father being his best, if not only friend, Otto disliked her. It seems she was ever the thorn in his side, much to the confusion of both girls. He refused to elaborate on his distaste for Rhaenyra no matter how often Alicent would ask. So, the two girls agreed to keep their rendezvous and plans hidden from Otto. Alicent only ever tells her Gwayne, the only brother who still lives with her, where she is going and who she is going with (it’s always Rhaenyra).

Alicent turns from the back door and crosses the house to the kitchen. She finds Gwayne sitting at the kitchen island, a math textbook and notebook splayed open before him. Across the room is the door leading to the garage, cracked open just a hair.

Without looking up, he says, "Father won't be home until late again. Make sure you're back before then ‘cause I can’t cover for you." She nods, knowing Gwayne has plans to see his girlfriend that night. Alicent turns to leave but Gwayne speaks up again. "Hey." She looks back at him, her hand on the garage door handle.

"Yeah?"

"Have fun."

"Thanks," Alicent says, flashing a soft grin. “You, too.” She pushes the door aside and sees Rhaenyra leaning casually against her bike, parked inside the open garage. With her back to Alicent, she doesn’t immediately acknowledge her presence. Her friend’s eyes are locked on the empty driveway and road. Alicent smiles as she regards Rhaenyra. Ever the rebel, she wears a bulky leather jacket over an all too familiar, clearly favored purple tube top romper. Her long silver-gold hair runs down her jacket like a calm waterfall. She cradles a black helmet under her left arm and rests her dominant hand on top of a secondary helmet sitting on the motorcycle’s seat.

“Does it work now?” Alicent asks as she closes the door behind her, breaking the silence and announcing herself. Rhaenyra whips around, grinning.

"Of course. I made it here didn’t I?”

“You made it all the way to Harwin’s last time, too.” Rhaenyra flushed, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Daemon helped me fix it up after it broke down. It's not gonna fall apart again." She glanced at the yellow motorcycle and made a face. "Probably. Anyway, let's go." She jumps away from her bike, dropping the helmet beside the other, and takes Alicent’s hands in her own. "Fly with me," she says, a fox-like smirk pulling at the left corner of her mouth. Mischief flickers in her violet eyes.

"Why is it such a secret this time, Rhaenyra? What have you planned?"

"And spoil everything? You trust me, right?"

"Yes, of course I do..."

"So, hop on." Rhaenyra pulls Alicent to the motorcycle and drops her hands. She swings a leg over the seat and plops down onto the fabric seat. She yanks one of the helmets down over her head and holds out the second for Alicent. Alicent takes the helmet, puts it on, and sits behind Rhaenyra. The seat isn’t the largest, but neither of the girls is particularly big. They fit, but just barely. Alicent clasps her hands together around her friend’s waist as Rhaenyra fires up the engine. She held onto Rhaenyra a little tighter than was necessary, but Rhaenyra didn’t complain. Alicent hates motorcycles, especially this beat-up old thing, but Rhaenyra was proud of her tinkering skills. So, she ignores her fears. If it makes Nyra happy, it makes her happy ( it gives her an excuse to hold on to Rhaenyra ).

Rhaenyra speeds out of the garage and barrels down Alicent's neighborhood street. Anxious, Alicent leans her body against Nyra for support. She can’t help but close her eyes as they drive through the claustrophobic streets of King's Landing. She feels the wind tugging at her hair, the red mess flying behind her like a flag. Her hairspray fights back as best it can, but she knows the style is ruined. Oh, well . It isn’t something she didn’t anticipate. Rhaenyra’s antics have ruined more than a few hairdos and outfits. What’s one more?

Alicent feels Rhaenyra steering them further and further south, and then the realization comes to her. She knows exactly where they are going even without looking. She had lived here long enough. If she wasn't so terrified, she would smile.

A day at the beach, so it is , she thinks when they finally stop. Rhaenyra had parked along a residential street behind the Conqueror's Boardwalk, sandwiching them in between a gold sedan and a black SUV. The girls dismount and Alicent looks around at the buildings lining the boardwalk. She spies countless other people walking about in their swimsuits, coverups, and regular day clothes. It’s a superbly pleasant day to Alicent. There isn’t a cloud in the sky but a cool ocean breeze offers some relief from the summer heat.

“The beach then?” Alicent asks, giggling softly. “Why was this a secret?”

“It’s not just the beach.”

“What else?”

“You’ll see,” Rhaenyra says, flashing a white grin. “Let’s go!” And without another word, she dashes off towards the boardwalk.

“Wait, Nyra!” Alicent calls after her, jogging after her as quickly as she can.

“Come on! Hurry up!”

“I’m trying!” She struggles to keep up since running isn’t her strong suit. Westerosi people don’t exercise as much as they should. When she catches up, she finds Rhaenyra waiting outside a cute shop on the boardwalk. Just Seahorsing Around , reads the sign above the building. Seahorse decals cover the windows, accompanying numerous more seahorse puns. She can’t help but smile at the ridiculous place. From the exterior, she isn’t sure what they sell inside. Aside from jokes, anyway. Her friend, however, seems familiar with the shop. Just as Alicent opens her mouth to ask, Rhaenyra takes Alicent by the wrist and guides her inside the store.

Though a modest building size, she can’t say the owners don’t utilize the space efficiently. She eyes the circular racks at the front stuffed with hanging bathing suits of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Flip-flops, beach bags, coolers, towels, sunscreen lotion, umbrellas, volleyballs, and sandcastle toys for little ones occupy the numerous free-standing shelves and display tables that dot the floor. By the register, there are various snacks like bagged chips, soda, fruity hard candy, and individually wrapped Twinkies for customers. She notes that they don’t sell anything that can significantly melt in the summer heat like chocolates and cold treats. It was anything and everything a beachgoer could possibly want, and Alicent was almost awestruck.

“We’ll obviously need to change,” Rhaenyra says, still pulling Alicent along as if worrying she might get lost in the store. “Unless you prefer your underwear.” She winks with an open smile.

“No!” Alicent says. “How absurd!” She giggles as she pictures herself wading in the ocean water in her bra and panties. “You know, I have a perfectly good bathing suit at home I could have brought?”

“That old blue and cream thing? Nah, you desperately need something new. Something from this decade.” Rhaenyra drops Alicent’s arm and stops at a large rack packed with countless hanging suits, one and two-piece alike.

“It’s only two years old,” Alicent says.

“Whatever. It screams Yucksville ‘75, dude. Now,” Rhaenyra says as she begins fingering through the available options, “treat yourself to 1986. See, now these are bitchin’.” She pulls out two hangers and grins. “Here, hold these a sec’,” she says, shoving the swimsuits at Alicent. She returns her attention to the rack and grabs a few more choices. Rhaenyra looks around the store and says, “Ah!” when she spots a changing area at the back. “I’m gonna try these on real quick.” Alicent hands back the suits and watches her practically skip into one of the changing room stalls.

She laughs to herself and begins to skim through the rack herself. She wants something that isn’t too revealing nor too prudish like her old blue one-piece. Yet, she has trouble finding the one . She isn’t as confident in her body as Rhaenyra is with her perfect figure and curves in all the right places. Alicent is stick-thin by comparison. She worries that her bones are too visible, that her veins show through her skin too much, that she’s too tall, and other such silly things. Still, she wants to be confident in front of her friend. Even if she has to pretend. She shakes her head. She’s supposed to enjoy this day, the last day she’ll have with Rhaenyra, and she can’t let body image issues take any enjoyment away from her.

Alicent picks out three different swimsuits, three she would never normally wear. She thinks they would look stunning on Rhaenyra, so why not on her, too?

“So, what do you think?” Alicent didn’t hear Rhaenyra behind her until she spoke. She turns around to see Rhaenyra posing in one of the suits, barefoot. She is holding one hand on her hip while the other frames one side of her round face. Her grin is infectious as she shows off a deep red bikini with high-cut bottoms and a twisted bandeau top. Of course, that’s what she picked .

“I think it’s very you.” Rhaenyra’s brows shoot up and her grin widens.

“Good, ‘cause this is what I liked best.” Rhaenyra’s eyes drift to the swimsuits Alicent had draped over one arm. “Those look cute,” she says, that mischievous sparkle returning to her eyes. Before she says anything, Rhaenyra once more attaches herself to Alicent. Still grinning, she pulls them over to the changing rooms. Rhaenyra opens a stall and squeezes the both of them inside, latching the thin wooden door behind her. Alicent doesn’t protest, at least, not much.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” Alicent whispers.

“For what? We’re not doing anything. Mothers take their little kiddos in with them all the time, what’s the harm?” She thinks about mentioning that they are two fully grown girls, not a mother-and-daughter duo, but she gives up. Although Alicent trembles at the mere thought of getting in trouble with authority, Rhaenyra has an oddly calming effect on her. If she knows about that power, Alicent thinks she could encourage her to do anything she wants. Hmph, perhaps she already does , she thinks, looking at her friend in the stall with her. She’s a terrible influence but I wouldn’t change a thing .

“Fine, I hope you’re right.” She’ll keep her voice down all the same. Alicent slings the swimsuits over the top of the door as there are no hooks or anywhere to sit in the tiny stall.

Despite her personal issues with her body, she never is shy to change in front of Rhaenyra. Perhaps she’s a little coy, but Nyra doesn’t have anything different… down there . She’s seen her friend naked more times than she can count, and vice versa. Flesh is flesh. Alicent shrugs off her white blouse, kicks off her black flats, and steps out of her jeans. She throws the clothes over the door before unclasping her bra and pulling down her panties. Rhaenyra offers to hold them instead of adding them to the crowd of clothing. Alicent thanks her, handing them over, and takes one of the suits down to try on.

She looks at herself in the mirror hanging on the back wall and huffs. It’s not to her liking. Rhaenyra agrees, so Alicent tries the second one on. She likes it better, but the bottom sags and makes her butt look strange. Not an ideal look. She grabs the third which, out of the three, is far superior. The flounced top and skirted bottom suit her more girlish style while highlighting her bosom and ass. She loves the rich green shade against her pale skin. She shakes her head, raking her fingers through her hair to bring it all forward over her shoulders. Rhaenyra peers into the mirror from behind Alicent, smirking.

“I have an idea,” she says. “Switch tops with me.”

“Why?”

“We’ll match. Or we’ll mismatch together. C’mon, please?” Rhaenyra pouts, batting her long white lashes at Alicent. As always, she can’t seem to say no. Alicent signs and pulls off her top, Rhaenyra doing the same. They swap and admire themselves in the mirror, Rhaenyra wearing green up top and red on the bottom and Alicent the reverse. Rhaenyra shakes her breasts back and forth, making the flounced top flutter. Alicent feels her cheeks warming and averts her eyes to her own chest. The red top flatters her figure as well as the other, but the cut wasn’t something she would choose herself. The top threatens to slip down to her waist any minute. At least, that’s how it feels. It isn’t as tight and secure as the tops she typically wears. Father would despise me in this , she thinks. And suddenly a thought comes to her. She wonders if it’s always been her father’s voice in her head that says unflattering and negative things about her body. Bravely, she pushes the negativity aside. Father would never allow me to wear this . But he isn’t here . She looks at her pink lips and black eyelashes, and a soft smile comes to her mouth. What harm is one more little secret? She sighs, pulling the top up as far as she can without showing the underside of her breasts. But she’ll make do if it makes her friend happy. And she does seem so happy.

They gather up the rejected suits and their clothes then exit the changing room in their new swimsuits. Alicent tries her best to look inconspicuous while Rhaenyra does not care either way. Both are barefoot as they carry their shoes in one hand with their outfits resting over an arm.

“We just need a few more things,” Rhaenyra says, “then we can properly enjoy ourselves.” I’m already enjoying myself plenty , Alicent thinks, just being with you . She nods and follows as Rhaenyra approaches a long shelving unit that almost runs the whole length of the store. They each pick out a cheap towel and a pair of flip-flops before heading to the front where they browse a rack of sunglasses. Rhaenyra chooses a pair of traditional black aviators but Alicent picks a gold-framed pair with thin, pink rectangle lenses. They aren’t ideal for fighting off the sunlight, however, they are simply too cute to resist.

“Any snacks?” Rhaenyra says as they near the cashier’s counter. Alicent glances at the options again and shakes her head.

“I should limit my bad habits,” she answers, eyeing the chips and soda. They each place their towels, flip-flops, and glasses on the counter. The cashier welcomes them and begins calculating their items on the cash register. They take turns showing the tags on their swimwear for him to total as well. He’s a tall boy around their age, in his mid-teens Alicent guesses. He has silver dreadlocks that dust the shoulders of his teal t-shirt and an otherwise dark complexion. He smells both spicy and sweet, like gardenias or freshly cut grass. He’s nothing like the average beach bum, looking out of place and uncomfortable behind the store’s counter. She senses a longing from him. He’s familiar to her but she can’t place where they might have met before. School, probably. Her eyes lock on the lanyard around his neck clasping a white name card that reads Laenor . Hm .

“Y’know, if you’re hungry, there’s an ice cream shop a little way down the boardwalk,” Laenor suggests. His voice is calm and quiet; Alicent has to stain her ears just to hear him. “Just head towards the pier and you’ll see it on the way. Wylde Flavors. They specialize in all sorts of unique tastes… if you’re interested in that kinda thing.” The girls shoot each other a look before Rhaenyra tells him that sounds like a fine idea. She thanks him and flashes a tight smile. “Need a bag?” Rhaenyra nods her head, avoiding eye contact as she takes a tote bag from Laenor. He smiles awkwardly in return as she packs their towels, her romper, jacket, and shoes inside. Alicent shoves her own clothes in the bag and puts on her pair of flip-flops. Fiddling with her sunglasses, she looks back and forth between the other two, her brows furrowing. What’s their damage?

“So,” Rhaenyra says after clearing her throat, “how’s Laena doing?”

“Oh, she’s fine, yeah. Fine, she’s good. She’s been, uh, overseas all summer but she calls me every night.”

“Yeah? What’s she doing over…?”

“Um, in Pentos, yeah. It’s some horse racing thing. She competes now. Her mare is this beast of a thing. Scares Papa but you know how he dotes on her.” Rhaenyra nods.

“I remember her saying something about wanting to own a horse a few times,” Rhaenyra says with a genuine smile. “Glad she’s doing that for herself.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re all very proud of her.”

“I expect she’ll be bringing the gold home.”

“Without a doubt, yeah. She’d spend all day every day on that horse if she could.”

“When does she come back home?”

“Oh, uh, two weeks from Thursday?”

“Nice. Well, give my love to her and hope you’re doing good, too.”

“I am, yeah, thanks.”

“Good! Good. See you ‘round then.” Rhaenyra throws the tote back over a shoulder, slides on her flip-flops and glasses, and takes Alicent by the arm. Laenor waves goodbye to Alicent as Rhaenyra all but drags her outside. All she can do is offer a confused expression in return before.

Sunlight splashes off Rhaenyra’s pale skin as they stand on the busy boardwalk, half-blinding Alicent. She breaks away from her friend’s grasp with a jerk of her arm. Rhaenyra turns back and Alicent says with a short laugh,

“What the hell was all that?” She poses the question in a friendly way but doesn’t hide her bewilderment from the odd interaction. She had never seen such an awkward, stiff conversation from Rhaenyra before.

“We… dated for a couple of months,” Rhaenyra admits. “But it wasn’t a serious thing.”

“What, when was this?” Rhaenyra tells me everything . Why would she keep him a secret?

“While you were back in Oldtown.” Oh . Alicent’s expression sours. Mama . She feels a knot forming in her stomach, weighing her down as her thoughts put words in Rhaenyra’s mouth. She wants to puke.

“Why didn’t you mention it when I came back? Boyfriends are usually worth mentioning,” she says. The friendliness is notably gone from her tone now.

“I don’t know… Slipped my mind?” Alicent gives her a disbelieving expression, tilting her head. Rhaenyra sighs. “He’s a nice boy and we were hanging out a lot anyway; his dad is friends with mine, yeah? I thought there was a spark, but… we weren’t the fit I thought we were.”

“That’s it?” It can’t be. A flurry of images crosses her mind and she shivers with disgust. She pictures Laenor’s soft hands all over Rhaenyra, and hers on him. Their lips touching, her head resting on his chest. I can’t stand to think of you in the arms of anyone else. To think their fingers brushed against your flawless skin and got tangled in your white hair, it’s torture. Boys always lick their lips like hungry beasts when they look at you. But you’re more than a lamb to the slaughter to me. I wish you’d take me, feed me, eat me . Rhaenyra looks ashamed, embarrassed, and a different thought grows in Alicent’s mind. Did he hurt her? But before she could ponder it anymore, Rhaenyra speaks up.

“He’s… a queer, all right? I realized maybe two months in that he was in love with his ‘best friend’ and not me. I wasn’t going to be his beard. It wasn’t fair to me and it’s not fair to him.”

“I see,” Alicent says, relief washing over her in an instant. “That was probably the best thing.”

“Yeah,” Rhaenyra says. “Don’t, like, tell people. He really is a nice boy and I’m not sure he’s… comfortable with himself yet. It’s not exactly cool to be like that, y’know?” Yeah, I know .

“My lips are sealed.” Alicent pinches two fingers together and drags them across her lips. Changing the topic, she says, “So how about that ice cream place?” Rhaenyra brightens in an instant.

“It’s a brilliant idea for such a hot day! Come.” And with that, Rhaenyra has her hand around Alicent’s wrist again and pulls her along. There’s something desperate in the way Rhaenyra clings to Alicent.

Laenor had been right, the ice cream shop wasn’t terribly far away. But although Alicent expected to stop in a similar-sized building to Just Seahorsing Around, they instead find themselves at a small stand on the boardwalk. An older woman greets them, telling them to take their time deciding what they want. The girls thank her. Alicent squints at the stand’s menu, frowning as she reads through the ‘unique’ options. Peanut butter and chocolate chip? Mint pistachio? Cookies and cream and strawberry? Lazy creativity, she thinks. She glances at Rhaenyra who seems more delighted with the choices. She rolls her eyes, smiling. At least there are still normal flavors for me.

After a few minutes, Alicent orders a medium cup of regular mint chocolate chip. She thanks the woman again when she is handed the food and a plastic spoon. Rhaenyra hums, still eyeing the menu as Alicent takes a small bite. It’s frigid! She nearly spits her bite out, worrying it will aggravate her sensitive molar. She holds the bite on her tongue, letting it melt and run down her throat. I’ll let it warm a little before I have another bite, she thinks.

“I’ll have, uh, a peanut butter— wait, no. How about a… Actually, just a double scoop of the cookie dough. In a waffle cone, please,” Rhaenyra says.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” the woman replies. She passes the cone to Rhaenyra and plops two generous scoops of ice cream on top. They pay separately and walk further down the boardwalk. Their chatter is nothing special.

Did you hear the Triarchy’s new song?

Yeah! It was on the radio last night. Even Gwayne said he liked it.

It was bitchin’. I wish Whyte Wyrm would come around, I’d kill to see ‘em live.

Maybe I’ll visit and take you to the concert when they come to the Vale.

I’d love that.

As they talk, Rhaenyra begins to scout out an area on the beach for them to set up. Their arms are interlocked, the two girls now walking side-by-side without care in the world. All the morose thoughts, all the negativity, had vanished. She’s in a true state of bliss… until she hears it. Alicent’s chest tightens as a wolf whistle pierces through the air behind them. She wishes she could drop her food and cover herself up. She wants to run away and hide from predatory eyes. She never shows so much of her body, she knows it was a mistake.

As if sensing Alicent’s distress, or acting out of her own fury, Rhaenyra whips around to face the whistler.

“Hey!” Nyra shouts. Alicent musters up the courage to look back, too. She’s shocked to see two boys significantly younger than herself perched on the wooden rail of the boardwalk. Their backs are to the beach, feet swinging below them. They are an odd couple, to be sure. She first eyes the one with dark, greased-back hair and a yellow button-down shirt. He is a large person, comically so compared to his friend. His friend, the closer of the two and the whistler if his smirk was any giveaway, is easily a third of his weight. He had sandy hair that was in desperate need of trimming as the bangs were more like curtains for his eyes. Neither looks old enough to be in high school, but people seem to retain their youth longer nowadays. Gwayne is almost seventeen, she thinks, and he still has baby fat in his cheeks. Regardless of their age, they’re too young to be acting like creepy old men.

Rhaenyra smirks at Alicent, mischief sparkling in her eyes yet again, and chucks her ice cream cone at the closest boy. It hits him square in the face, covering his face, hair, and the collar of his tee. Ice cream drips from his bangs onto his pants and shoes. He blinks through the food before wiping the rest out of his eyes. Alicent’s mouth drops open as the second boy guffaws, slapping his friend’s back. The first boy, his clothes now saturated in Rhaenyra’s frozen treat, growls at the other. He lunges for the dark-haired boy, tackling him to the ground. Alicent watches as he drives his fists into his gut over and over again. Left, right . Left, right . Left, right . The boy on the ground tries his best to block the hits with his arms, grunting as he fights off his small attacker. She can’t help but compare them to a pissed-off Chihuahua on top of an adult Pittie.

“Willie, knock it off! Willie! Stop!” the bigger boy says between punches.

“Don’t call me Willie, Jerry !”

“Fuck you! You know that’s my dog’s name!”

“Aw, named after the dog, boo hoo hoo.”

Rhaenyra cackles, invariably proud of the chaos she causes. She takes Alicent’s wrist and draws her away from the ridiculous scene. They jump off the boardwalk, landing on the sand of the crowded beach. Rhaenyra doesn’t let go until they find a spot far enough away that neither girl can still see the boys.

Giggling, Alicent says, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Can’t you?” Her smile falters a bit, seeing a strange glint in Rhaenyra’s violet eyes. She pushes the subconscious question aside and laughs again.

“Of course. It would be unlike you not to cause a mess.” The strangeness vanishes from her friend’s features as she laughs. “But now you’ve wasted your ice cream.”

“It’s all right,” Rhaenyra says, but Alicent knows Rhaenyra wanted the food more than she did.

“Here.” Alicent holds out her cup. “I’ve got more than I can eat.” Rhaenyra grabs the spoon and takes a modest bite. “Have more than that,” Alicent says with a small laugh. They take turns with the spoon, Alicent eating much less than her friend. Before long the girls empty the paper cup, both satisfied. Alicent tosses the trash in a nearby garbage can like she had seen the guys at high school practice do a thousand times before. Rhaenyra holds up ten fingers.

“A perfect score!” she says.

“You’re not playing favorites, are you?” Alicent asks with a smug grin.

“Absolutely not. I can’t help that the cutest player is also the best.” Another smile. Rhaenyra suggests they find a spot on the beach to sunbathe for a while. As they start scouting, Alicent stops.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“We forgot to buy sunscreen. I’ll run back —”

“Nah, we don’t need it.”

“You sure?”

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.” Rhaenyra winks. But I’m not a dragon, Alicent thinks. Rhaenyra touches her arm, turns, and takes off further down the beach. Sand kicks up behind her feet like fireworks. “C’mon!” she calls back. Alicent watches the sunlight bounce off Rhaenyra’s blonde hair as it dances after her in the wind. Such impossible beauty. Her hair must be spun from a spool of silver-gold thread. Alicent shakes herself out of her daze and follows after Rhaenyra. When she finally stops running, Alicent realizes how isolated they are. She can’t see anybody else around, just the sand and the splashing waves. It’s their private piece of land, for all intents and purposes. She smiles.

“Here?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Sure, why not?” It’ll be nice to have the privacy , she thinks. Rhaenyra drops the tote bag down on the ground and pulls out their towels. Alicent takes her black and gold striped towel and lays it down over the hot sand. Rhaenyra does the same, setting hers hardly an inch from Alicent’s. Sitting down on the towel, she pops off her flip-flops and sets them next to her in the sand. Both girls lie down on their backs, adjusting to achieve maximum comfort. Alicent stretches her arms over her head, resting one arm on her forehead and the other on the towel. She crosses one ankle over the other and steals a quick glance at Rhaenyra. Her arms are lying still by her sides and her legs are positioned like thin, white mountains, knees to the sky. Alicent closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing. If she’s lucky, she’ll get a little nap.

She isn’t sure how much time has passed when Rhaenyra’s voice startles her awake.

“This is really pleasant,” Rhaenyra says with a sigh. “We needed this. It’s not too long now before I leave.” Alicent’s eyes crack open and she moves her arms down beside her.

“Do we have to think about you leaving?” she asks, her voice low. My whole world will change when I can’t see you every day.

“You’re right, it’s not a happy subject.” Rhaenyra turns her head to look at Alicent. “Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up.” She goes quiet but only for a second. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“Is that not what today is?” Rhaenyra smiles.

“Partly,” she says as she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with an arm.

“Oh? How else will you make it up to me?” Alicent asks, smirking.

“Like… this …” Alicent feels Rhaenyra’s hand sneak across her bare stomach and slip under the hem of her swim bottoms. She freezes and so does Nyra’s hand. The two girls make eye contact, and a silent agreement is made. Is this real? Alicent thinks as Rhaenyra’s middle finger glides over her soft, dry clit. It rubs back and forth, massaging gently. Alicent’s breathing starts to deepen and she speads her legs. She watches her breasts rise and fall as Rhaenyra’s movements grow in intensity.

“I love a shaved pussy,” Rhaenyra says under her breath. Her thumb rubs against the hairless mons venus as her index and middle finger continue to work Alicent’s swollen clit. Moisture spreads over her lips and spills down her cheeks, collecting at the bottom of her swimsuit. Never had she been so thankful for dark clothes before. She can feel the burning pressure building inside of her, the heat promising an explosive orgasm. Her right leg quivers and she rolls her hips as Rhaenyra plays her like an instrument. She hears the panting and the moans coming from her own mouth. Rhaenyra kisses her flat stomach and she cums.

If she could think coherently, she might have been embarrassed she came so quickly. She might have worried someone might see them. But she can’t think straight, not when it started and certainly not now. Her head is empty as her body buzzes with pleasure. Rhaenyra leaves another kiss on her stomach and pulls her hand out of Alicent’s swimsuit. Nyra smiles, staring up at Alicent, and sucks on her fingers.

“Delicious,” she says. Both giggle softly. Alicent turns on her side to face Rhaenyra. They stay like that for a time, Alicent isn’t sure how long, just looking at each other. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes seem to glow, saying everything her mouth isn’t. But what was the ultimate experience, the very thing Alicent secretly dreamed about every night, makes their situation that much harder. Rhaenyra will leave for the Vale and leave Alicent behind. She’ll cry and pray to see her at every possible opportunity. Yet, it can’t soften the sting of separation.

Rhaenyra’s eyebrows press together. “Hey,” she says. “I hate to see you in this mood. Why not liven up and party? Just the two of us, right here.”

“Okay,” Alicent agrees, smiling. As long as she’s here, she knows Rhaenyra will care for her. She has to treasure and make the most of the limited time they have left.

“I’m gonna get us some booze.” Alicent nods and Rhaenyra takes off towards the boardwalk. She lies back down on her towel, closes her eyes, and waits.

#synwrites #hotd big bang #house of the dragon big bang #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x alicent #laenor velaryon #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #i really can't thank ewanmitchellcrumbs enough 🙌🙏💜#everybody needs to shower her with love for organizing this event bc she did an incredible job #and yes i turned syrax into a jankey motorcycle lmfao

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Thank you for posting so authentically and tbh poetically about your transition. I was wondering if you have any gems of wisdom to share about your total hysto.. I was born with a malformed uterus (it is bicornuate) I've always had problems from it and I just want it gone. How was the process? And healing? How has the removal affected you in the years after? I appreciate you bro.

Heya, first off, sorry for taking so long to reply, and thank you! It’s been really rewarding to get to share my experience with others, answer questions, and hopefully dispel some myths. Bottom surgeries for trans men & trans mascs are too often maligned or erased and I’m grateful for the opportunity to fight against that with facts and experience.

The process was kind of funny. The admission and all such were your typical surgery stuff. They kept me overnight in the hospital pumping me full of saline with two jolly nurses watching over me. More or less every hour I woke up needing to piss like a racehorse, and the nurses would gently make fun of my woozy attempts to get up in these marvelous Georgia accents while helping me do so and disconnecting me from the drip, and I’d shuffle off to pee like half a liter (like…literally). This pattern continued until I was able to pass a certain threshold of how much I peed at one time. The purpose of this was to make sure my bladder was working correctly. After that, they let me sleep a bit and then I was released.

Before the surgery I had asked my surgeon if I could see the parts she was taking out, so she took photos for me of my insides during surgery and the whole kit & caboodle after it was removed, and printed them out on nice glossy paper for me. I was frankly astounded by how tiny the uterus actually is. Diagrams make it look like it’s the size of both hands put together or something but it would have easily fit in the palm of one! Also my liver is kinda cute. I still want to frame those photos.

I went home and mostly slept in a recliner a lot for the first couple of weeks. I wore sweatpants and kept an ice buddy (a penguin full of rice my friends got me) on my belly much of the time. I am pretty good at staying ahead of the pain with my meds without taking it more frequently than is safe, so I was only really a little sore and very, very sleepy. Bathing was a matter of wet wipes and dry shampoo for a while. I think I was off work for somewhere between four and eight weeks, and once I was past the first two or so, I spent a lot of time still in the recliner with the ice buddy, but this time binge-watching Critical Role and playing Stardew Valley. My cats stayed as close to me as they could the whole time. I think 4 weeks after the fact I was more or less fine.

Shortly after my spay, I started having hot flashes: since mine was a total hysterectomy (they removed the uterus, both ovaries—which, sure enough, turned out to be absolutely riddled with cysts—and the cervix), my estrogen level went from low to fuck-all, so I basically went through Menopause Lite. The hot flashes weren’t miserable. They were just stretches of time when I looked around and went “Is it just me or is it hot in here all of a sudden? Is the A/C on?” and it was, in fact, just me. Those came and went for maybe 3 months.

(A note for cis women and for trans/nb guys who aren’t on T: I attribute the mildness of my menopause symptoms to the fact that PCOS and HRT were already suppressing my estrogen production. If you have “normal” estrogen levels, there is a non-zero chance that yours will be worse. Ask your doctor for more info about this. If you don’t have your ovaries removed, you won’t go through this in the first place.)

Obviously I am now forever free of the misery of menstruation and the unacceptable risk of becoming pregnant. Both of those things are extremely awesome and I love them forever. Being sterile fucking rules! I’ve wanted this since I was 6 years old and no one can ever take it away from me! \:D/

This last section is about peeing so it goes under a cut!

The one and only downside is that I need to pee, like, all the time. Granted, the fact that I drink about a gallon of water every day does have a lot to do with that. But I’ve found that the sensation of needing to piss urgently comes a lot sooner than it used to. On a normal day, with me sitting here guzzling sweet, unchlorinated, high-quality well water all the time, I have to hit the head every 1-2 hours. If I stop drinking liquids about an hour or two before a road trip I can make a 3-hour drive without needing a pit stop. I asked my mom and a friend, both of whom have also had hysterectomies, if they go through this too, and they confirmed that yeah they do need to pee a lot more frequently than before the surgery. Just, y’know, not as often as I do because they’re not drinking 3-5 L of water daily.

The upside to THAT, actually, is if I need to wake up early, I can just drink a glass of water before going to sleep and I am guaranteed an early wake-up. I am an extremely deep sleeper, much to my own detriment—except where my bladder is concerned.

An odd little thing I’ve found, since my uterus is no longer helping to control where my bladder sits in my torso, is that how I urinate is a little different. Before, it was just the normal muscle movements I’d been doing all my life. Now, I find that urine comes in “waves”: it starts out normal, but then—it’s hard to explain, but I use a slightly different sort of muscle movement, a Kegel type thing, to…it feels like repositioning my bladder a little(???), and then I can feel the rest of the urine pouring down to my ureter, and then it’s normal pissing again. I mean…I’m just guessing at what’s actually going on in there based on what I can feel happening, so I could be off, who knows. It’s a little strange, but it’s not at all painful or anything, it’s just a neutral thing.

I very strongly recommend starting Kegel exercises as soon as you can if you plan on getting a hysterectomy, if you’re not doing them already. These can go a long way to making sure you don’t have problems with incontinence afterward. They were a standard part of my daily life for quite a few years leading up to my spay and so far so good.

#ftm #hysterectomy #bottom surgery #transgender #though tbh most of this is perfectly valid for cis women too!#queerdom #trans matters #replies to things

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helloitisiafellowgay · 8 months

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another part of my Steve gets Vecna’d AU, where i provide very little context lmaoo sorry

i’ve been working on this for OVER A YEAR and still have a few scenes to finish 😭 my draft rn is almost 19k so I’ll hopefully get it out before like November at this rate :)

vague context: this is the night before The Big Fight TM and people like JUST found out that steves possessed and eddie is cleaning steve’s demobat wounds

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��Do you—“ the drug dealer looks conflicted, debating whether to poke at a neglected bruise. “Why didn’t anyone notice?”

There’s a knot in his throat, a tightening of his larynx. “What do you mean?”

”That you were hallucinating? Having nightmares?” Before, Eddie wouldn’t meet his gaze. Now, he won’t let Steve look away, slowly regaining his certainty, his intensity. “Why was I the only one to even consider anything was wrong? You’re not that great of an actor— you aren’t, don’t look at me like that— and they’ve known you so much longer than I have.”

And isn’t that the question he’d been shoving out of his own mind since the beginning of this whole mess? That small seed of doubt, pushing forward and flourishing now that someone else had stopped to water it.

He knows, he knows— they don’t care about him as much as he cares about them. Sees it in the way the kids dismiss him as soon as they arrive at their destination, only call on him when they want something; the way he gives it every single time regardless.

Each girl in his bed, driving him like a crash-test car; the excuse to leave, the cold sheets in the morning. A freezing bathroom at a party, the echo of bullshit refracting off the cold tile.

The crack of ceramic against his skull, the fist in his sternum, the stifling ash in his lungs in a buried tunnel. Interrogation tactics, missing fingernails, drugged out of his mind; flesh monster, the loss of the one male adult he could actually depend on.

And before it all, the steel door, the silhouette, the—

No.

No, Steve knows that he is, at his core, what he has always been: unloveable.

After the reactivity, the intentional cruelty of his youth, he expects nothing other than a warning label.

Danger: do not interact. Prone to violence.

Steve is his father’s son, after all. They share the same ruthless ferocity, the same scarred knuckles.

He has spent so long convincing the world that anything can be turned into a weapon, and he started with his hands; if he squints long enough, blood pools itself into the crevices of his palms, fingernails curving into sharp edges and the remnants of whiskey bottles.

A product of his environment, no doubt; the weight of his family name, absent parents, superficial friends.

King Steve with a hollow crown, sat in his pristine castle with everything a teen could ask for except anyone to make him feel worth following. Like something other than a cheap toy, a pretty face, a chore to be put off until a more convenient time.

It’s fact of his life, something he felt no reason to doubt when people keep proving it to him, over and over and over.

He’s useful— for rides to the arcade, for a place to hangout when everywhere else has been vetoed, to wield a baseball bat studded with nails, the last line of defense, the one who can be counted on to take the hit— but not their friend. Not wanted, not valuable, and certainly not lovable.

So how can he possibly justify this unwavering loyalty, his propensity to follow them around like a stray dog waiting on table scraps? Why he keeps coming back, offering every part of himself when none of them would do the same for him?

Steve shrugs. “They all have their own shit going on, they can’t help it. I didn’t want to make things complicated.”

The drug dealer frowns, already shaking his head in disagreement. “That’s not— not good enough. They’re not too busy, they just don’t…”

Care.

They just don’t care.

Steve catches the moment that the other boy sees the bundle of scars peeking just over the hem of his boxers. Tears his own focus away from those small, circular burns; old enough to be suspicious, obvious enough that even a ten-year-old could come to the correct conclusion about their origin without much effort.

A kid with cigarette burns— not common, but definitely not rare.

A rich kid with cigarette burns? That just doesn’t happen.

“Doesn’t Vecna go after people with trauma? It’s not like Steve—”

His stomach roils, a distant nausea working its way up his esophagus. The younger teen holds his breath and waits, but Eddie doesn’t ask, just furrows his brow and grazes over the puckered skin with a single, calloused thumb.

Steve shivers, bites his lip, fights the urge to dislodge the soft touch and flee the room. He doesn’t.

Eddie goes back to taping the raw edges of his wounds closed.

A sick, twisted heat takes root in his stomach; invasive and insatiable, it chokes out his heart until it has nowhere left to go except up into his throat, and flourishes in the abandoned cavity left behind.

“Do you think when he chose me… do you think he knew?” Steve’s a conglomeration of dull apathy and the underlying static of panic; he feels like he’s back under the water, suspended in time and trying desperately not to drown. “That I wouldn’t say anything? Wouldn’t want to tell them, you, about… That… that they don’t…?”

The musician pulls out a roll of gauze, presses one end to his rib cage with more care than anyone has shown him in a long time.

“I think that you hide so much from everyone, more than anyone thinks that you do. And I think that, to someone like him, it’s easy to mistake that for shame.”

Oh.

“And what if I am?” Steve clenches his jaw, flattens his lips to disguise their infernal trembling. “Ashamed… of being known? Afraid that people will hate what they find, if I were to let people in— share those parts of myself?”

The last of the sunset dissipates from the sky, leaves the world outside of the window cast in a deep indigo.

A murmur, almost subconsciously, from his healer: “Isn’t everyone?”

He is some sort of wretched thing— must be, to warrant this raw, gnawing ache in his core. The withering, the erosion at the fringes of his being, exposing the live-wire at the heart of him.

Pressure, as the dressing is applied to his wounds. The light brush of skin against skin.

“You aren’t an inconvenience, you know.” Eddie wraps the last of the bandage around his abdomen, secures it in place. “You are allowed to ask for help. And other people want to help, if you let them.”

The babysitter hums, a non-answer, omitted confirmation. Can do little else, lest he wilt under the force of this personification of a star.

“I might not know why none of the kids said anything, but...“ Off to the side, the discarded towel is depositing water on the floor. When Eddie reaches for it, there’s a damp patch on his jeans that the babysitter stares at while his hands are taken, dabbed at with damp cotton. “Robin, Nancy, and I literally followed you into hell. You’re not taking anything from us that we wouldn’t freely give.”

The older boy’s gaze is wild, reverent. From where he is crouched in front of Steve, it must look like he’s kneeling before a monarch, a King.

What a resolute act of devotion: tending to the wounds of a martyr, washing the blood from each finger as if every millimeter of exposed skin is something worth defending.

Steve doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve such absolution; this exoneration from all of the sin coating his fingers and dripping from his teeth. He is nothing more than a child devouring overripe berries in another family’s garden, filling his vacant stomach with sweet crimson nectar that he will never be able to justify aching for.

He is no deity, no patron saint or messiah. He’s barely a king. ”I’m not worth—“

He has never been religious— or, at least definitely not after the monsters came into the picture. But he knew then, knows now— there is no heavenly father, no almighty God, that could give him back that purity, that holy golden ichor.

Whenever Steve had plead to this creator, prayed for help while pinned to the ground under the malicious intent of another— there was no response. Just the echo of his faith, his questions, being tossed back at him, neglected and unanswered.

”You’re worth everything, Steve Harrington.” Eddie’s intensity, his conviction, makes Steve’s heart lurch somewhere in his chest. “There is nothing you could ask from us that you haven’t deserved a hundred times over.”

The cloth, damp and abrasive against his palms, collects strawberry residue within its woven fibers.

His crown must be less hollow than he thought.

There is no god that can restore his virtue, slip the innocence back into his pockets, baptize him in the light of unconditional love— but Eddie… Eddie is just a man.

Just a man, who wiped each of his fingers clean; dressed his wounds with such gentle hands. Just a man, who kissed each bruise, each old scar, without the intent to hurt.

Just a man who held him, who pulled him back when his whole body was on the edge of a precipice.

Who answered his questions without judgement— without stripping him of his divinity, casting him down from the heavenly throne and into the sulphuric pits of eternal damnation.

Just this boy, who looks at him like he is worth more here, in this moment, than he ever would be nailed to a cross.

What god has ever done that for him?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington has bad parents #steve gets vecna’d so that’s fun #got that religious trauma core #is it too obvious lmaoo #steve is very much In Love and making their relationship into more than what it is #which is a whole mood #like bro u just started hanging out like four days ago #chill tf out #don’t worry tho eddie also likes him but DAMN #fanfic #wip

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solarwynd · 1 month

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I will give this whole "get all members to 1b" thing a month at maximum because let's be real if you can't keep the new releases in the chart for more than 1 or 2 week do they really think they are bringing old songs that they stopped listening to a long time ago 😒 and the "stream everyone equally" 🤥 the lies they tell to themselves are wild, that project is going to be a failure just like everything they have been trying to do lately because that fandom is so broken that not even super glue can keep it together.

PJMs should focus on Jimin and keep our hard work, we should begin to practice with like crazy and set me free pt2 to learn how to keep several songs on charts, there so many tings we have to get better before there's a new release from Jimin (I choose to be delulu and believe there's one coming) we should expose their fake acts then block them and move on with our own things.

Sorry for the errors English not my first language.

Abandoning a new release to give the rest of the members a 1B plaque that most of then won’t see until (realistically) years from now is crazy. Like would Hobi not be happier if something he clearly put a lot of work into did well now? They could’ve gotten him to big milestones with this song and possibly even quicker. I don’t even really see too many people upset that he left Spotify global already after barely a week.

Pjms are doing good by trying to get smf2 to rechart. I’ll always be amazed at how quickly we can set goals and almost immediately start seeing improvements. Hopefully we can actually get it to re enter though. We tried last year with LC ENG, got really close but didn’t make it. Also after we get acclimated from these post 1B drops with LC (which I expected) we can get it stable and back over 2M.

#at the very least #very happy that I didn’t wake up to -1.3M #but I knew that wasn’t gonna be the case anyway #also your eng is fine dw

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I’m piggy backing off our 5x20 anon cause I read your answer and I had thoughts and I was gonna comment on the post but I thought it might be too long 😂

Anyway, I’m really interested to see what they do with Lucy’s UC (long term ops) but on one hand I can see that she really does love UC, but I don’t necessarily believe her when she says she’ll be fine being gone for 6months to a year. She’ll absolutely be good at the work aspect of it, but emotionally being away for that long I don’t think she could handle. She was like almost devastated at the thought of not seeing Tim every day and their shifts not syncing up when she was going to transfer and again when they were discussing the detective vs metro hours. You could see how much she hated the idea of being away from him, and yet she’s gonna be okay not seeing or speaking to him while under for a long time? Idk it just doesn’t sit with me. It doesn’t seem in her character.

And then with Tim — I firmly believe when he asked her out, he already knew she was going UC and probably was already mentally preparing. He knew from the jump what being with Lucy would entail. So I do believe him when he says he’ll be fine. Cause knowing Tim, he thought it all before asking her out and taking that chance with her.

So how interesting would it be if it ends up being flipped. She’s not okay with it but he is, in a way — cause he really won’t be fine fine but he’ll manage cause he loves her.

You know what I mean?

Also I have a feeling it’ll go something like — she does a semi long op between 6a and 6b and comes back realizing she doesn’t like long term and just stays doing short term for a while and then stopping when her and Tim get married and eventually have kids. Cause that’s also what she wants and I highly doubt she’d want to still be doing UC like that once they’re married and have tiny humans and all that.

But also I want Lucy to have whatever career she wants lol she’s a badass.

Disclaimer : this is going to be a very long post… So hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat the 'keep reading' line. Also, I know how polarising the undercover discourse can be, so remember, those are just my two cents.

This is exactly why I hope we get to see Lucy on a long term assignment soon. So that she can find out if UC is truly something she enjoys doing and something she can handle. With all its ups and downs. Not just the part of playing a different character for a few days/weeks : this, she manages without trouble. I'm talking about the separation, the anxiety, always being on edge, the lies and deception, leaving the people you love behind (including the ones she might get attached to while undercover)… All the things she has been told about but hasn't really get to live yet. She needs to experience this to determine if that can be compatible with what she wants in life. The catch is she has to be a full-time undercover agent first. But she deserves to give it a try. Actually, more than that : she owes it to herself to try. Maybe she will decide that it's not for her (at least not long term UC)… Or maybe she will love it...

I think part of the reason why this seems out of character is because we don't really know why Lucy loves undercover work so much, what really attracted her to this line of work in the first place… The fact that the show has often portrayed it in an unflattering light doesn't help at all… It just creates a bigger dissonance. However, we need to remember that she is just starting her career, she's still figuring things out… Up until she joined the Academy, she didn't know what to do with her life. These are her words on the topic : Being a cop is the first thing I've ever been serious about… (1.04) I've been adrift since college, trying on different hats and different personalities, and nothing's felt right, until… Until this. (3.10) That's her whole driving force here : she finally found something she loves, that has meaning to her. That is so important. Even better : she is fully supported in that endeavor, including by people whose very lives got turned upside down by undercover work. We saw how much she loves the danger. It's not a coincidence that she asked Tim if he ever wished he had a normal job. Both of them can't fathom being anything else. Playing different roles is something she clearly likes and so far, only undercover work can give that to her. It's also the only department that showed an interest to her… At the end of the day, this is what makes her feel fulfilled, so I understand why she wants to pursue it and thinks she can handle it.

And maybe she can! Lucy is often underestimated, but she always proves herself. Don't get me wrong, I agree with your assessment : she did look rather devastated at the idea of spending less time with Tim… And yet, that didn't deter her one bit. She was still ready to move to another station. She still went along with the five-player trade despite Nyla's warning that the Metro hours were brutal. She was still studying for the detective's exam. Obviously there's a big difference between seeing less of each other and being completely separated for months. But my point is, she was still ready to make the sacrifice for Tim and she doesn't seem to regret it. She may not like the idea of being away, of not talking to him (and her friends) for months but that doesn't necessarily mean she can't handle it. Those are quite two different things. Wanting a family and a job that takes you away from your loves ones might seem contradictory, but she's not the first woman who finds herself in this conundrum. And notice how in the first two cases (moving in another station + Metro), she was fine with the trade-off (spending less time with Tim) because it meant that he would get to do something he loves, something he would find rewarding. If UC is that for her, then she deserves the same support.

As you mentioned, Tim absolutely knew about all of this and still decided that it was worth the risk. He was aware of her choice of career long before he even realised his feelings for her. From the moment she graduated, he's been nothing but supportive towards her goal. He was the one to convince her to go to the UC Academy. He asked her out mere days/weeks after she last went under (seriously, that was the episode right before). Undercover work is even the reason why they got together in the first place… which is so ironic when you think about it. When he said they were worth taking the risk, he meant it. Just like when he told Isabel that Lucy was different, I have no doubt he also meant it. He has some experience in the matter, he has some inklings as to what being separated for months truly means. Now it can be a hindrance, since it could trigger some bad memories - like we saw during her last undercover op. But it can also be an asset : he can learn from the past and avoid to make the same mistakes. I'd like to think that having both Tim and Nyla as her 'guardian angel' when she goes undercover is not just a happy happenstance. They both know the pitfalls of this job in a very different way and can guide Lucy on how to avoid them, to succeed where they previously failed. And let's not forget that he knows what's it like not to be supported… Ashley was trying to make him quit his job - I can't see him doing it to Lucy. I believe that Tim's biggest challenge will be to express his feelings, since he tends to internalise them. That's why I'm glad that he and Lucy were able to set things straight, to set their boundaries. Like you, I also think he is going to be fine (under the circumstances), but it was an important step for them. They can only make it work if they're both honest and communicate with each other.

And hear me out : maybe they could be the ones to make it work! So far, with the exception of her first solo op, Tim has always been involved… and even then, he managed to insert himself in the equation. So maybe that could be an alternative : having Tim as her case officer. It's not like it's impossible : her last assignment was supposed to last weeks or months, and Grey didn't have an issue with Tim being Lucy's handler. It would also solve a lot of issues : they would still be in direct contact, he would be able to immediately know if something was wrong and raise the alarm if necessary and she has complete faith in him, so knowing he's the one who has her back would probably make her feel more comfortable. And apparently they are not against the casual hookup during their debriefing ;).

You know, sometimes I wonder if we are just over thinking it… The writers have been teasing us with this long term UC mission since s3 and so far, the longest period was the 2-week op she did in 3.14. That and the month away at the Academy if we want to make it count… So who knows if we are ever going to get one. Maybe the writers are just going to follow what NCIS LA did. I don't know if you are familiar with the show, but basically the agents had to often go undercover to solve a case… it ended up being mostly short assignments so the mission would fit in one episode - two in rare cases. A bit like Lucy has done until now. Also, her getting married or having kids doesn't have to mean the end of her career. She could still work undercover. She could be a case officer herself. Or coordinate/supervise UC missions. Or mentor new officers… You know, be in a leadership position, which would be perfect if that happens in a couple of years. Or maybe she can be recruited by another division like Porter suggested in 5.02.

I want Lucy to have whatever career she wants lol she’s a badass. YES! I couldn't agree more! That's why I'm a bit sad at the idea that she has to change her dream… All the other main characters got their dream job. Sure, that job doesn't take them away for a long period of time but hey, it's a show, they can find a way to make it work. In the end, I don't know if she'd enjoy long term UC… I understand why you think she won't : that definitely wouldn't have been my first choice of career for her. But regardless of my opinion on the matter, I just want her to be able to make that choice for herself, you know? To determine what's best for her, whether it's going forward with UC or doing something else. The only scenario I would completely hate is if that decision is taken away from her… That Primm blocks her. Like they did with Nolan and that Union guy… Because unlike with John, I doubt there would be a Golden Ticket waiting for her...

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #This really turned out to be an essay 😂#I hope it actually makes sense - I always have difficulties articulating my feelings on this particular topic

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The Heart of a Hero is returning once more!

Today marks the 5-year anniversary of the premiere of HoaH, and is fairly close to the 3.5 year anniversary of its last official upload. Well, the wait is over. It’s time for me to resurrect this series and eventually bring it to its end (not that it left off anywhere close to ending 😉).

Since it’s been a while, I’ve put together a recap of the story so far that I’ll post at some point here. It’s not complete, I had to cut out some of the newer chapters since it just became a play-by-play synopsis that doubled the total word count, but hey, having to reread 5-10 chapters is better than rereading 150.

The tentative return date will be this time next month as I work on creating a backlog of chapters. If I need to push it back, I’ll let you know. As for other questions I’m sure some of you have, check below the cut. For those who don’t care, see you in a month, hopefully.

So, some questions I’m sure some of you are asking:

1: where have you been? And why did you stop?

I’m not gonna go into details since I’m not that kinda person, but overall, just been living life, dude. I originally began my unexpected hiatus when college was kicking my ass and expected to get right back to things, but some stuff happened, and by the time I had dealt with it, it was Spring of 2020. You can guess what stopped me up then lol. But yeah, things just got away from me and eventually, I didn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to diving headfirst back into this outside of unconnected one-off stuff like those Bang fics. There’s other facets too, of course, the biggest one being a general disinterest in the source material. I stopped reading MHA around the villains arc (though I’ve kept up a bit in terms of big stuff like the traitor reveal), so I lacked that interest to pull me back into this world. Where I left off in the story, in the middle of a complicated arc full of OCs and big fights and stuff, was also a hurdle to getting back into things. But I’m here now, I’m working on my backlog, and I’m gonna commit. If you guys are excited about my return, spread the word and lemme hear it so I can keep this motivation 🤟

2: Is A New Era coming back too?

And now for the other shoe to drop. It is not. Im very sorry, especially to those whose OCs I included, but it’s just not feasible. Every time I considered it or tried it, the whole return to the main story was stopped up with it. Anyone who’s interested in continuing it themselves in some way shape or form, you have my permission in terms of the general idea, the OC kids I came up with, the places that canon characters are in it, etc. As for other people’s OCs, I’d check with their creators. One again, very sorry, but it’s just not doable.

3: What will this return look like? How often are chapters gonna drop?

Still working out the specifics, but my idea for now is to drop 2 chapters a week. If I need to go on hiatus, I’ll announce as much and plan the placement of it much better so that I don’t stop in the middle of an arc. That way, the hiatus will only be a month instead of years lol. The schedule may change over time, but I’ll keep everyone informed as I move ahead with it

4: a lot has happened in the manga and anime and movies since you stopped. Will these things be worked into the series?

Nope. I stopped reading and probably won’t start again until it’s over and done with. More than that, I’ve been sitting on these plans for a couple years now and don’t feel like changing them much. Besides, this story has had a long, rich history of shitting in the soup of the canon story, so I’ll just continue doing my own thing

5: are you still as epic and cool and funny as in the past?

Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to. I never was 😎

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peoplepersonoaktree · 6 months

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Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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The Wrong One

Based on this request!

Summary: The gang goes out to a party and Billy has to stay behind with the kiddos. Until he gets a call.

Paring: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

TW: Fighting, Cursing, Breaking the Law, Light sexy times (no full smut), Smoking. MINORS DNI. I’LL GET HOPPER ON YOUR BUTT.

A/N: this is my original work. I give NO ONE permission to copy it or post it somewhere else claiming as their own.

P.S: I was almost done and forgot to save the draft so now I have to START OVER 😭😭😭

7:45pm

Leather pants, Judas Priest T-shirt, and red heels; you felt good. Nancy, Vickie and Robin were in the kitchen pre-gaming, Jonathan and Eddie were in his van smoking and Steve was probably still screwing around with his look in the mirror. You managed to steal away to the room with the phone and made a call.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come tonight? I’m pretty sure El and Max can take care of that whole group…”

Billy had to play babysitter tonight, it was his turn; but you didn’t like going to parties without him. He was your safety net, it didn’t help that you’d been in love with him for years.

“I know they can, but Neil isn’t gonna be happy if I leave Max with kids her age…you know—“

“No I understand. We’re both babysitting tonight.”

Billy’s deep, sweet laugh made you smile and play with the phone cord. God you were in deep.

“Yeah I’d take the brats over drunk Wheeler any day. Plus you’ve got Princess Steve and I’m assuming Jonathan is getting high with Eddie.”

“Yes, yes and yes. BUT Nancy and Jonathan will be in a room before midnight screwing each others brains out. Eddie and his new boo thang will probably be the first to leave the party and Robin, Vickie, Steve and I have fun together.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line.

“You and Steve are going to be hunting tonight. I swear to God if you get drunk and hook up with Harrington I’ll never let you forget about it.”

“Oh come on Billy. Not in a million years. He’s like my brother! If anything I’ll be wingmaning him tonight and flying solo like always. ”

The pause was even longer this time. It felt heavy, a little awkward. You always stayed single because no one matched up to Billy in your mind.

“Well…make sure you have my number on you. If shit goes south call me. Or make it easy for someone else to call me so I can come help.”

“You got it. Hopefully you won’t have to ruin your night to come save us dumb drunks.”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk. MAX WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU— I gotta go, Max just started my car I’m gonna kill her.”

You chuckled as he hung up. A bright red blush painting your face as he called you cute.

“Y/N!!!!!! Come onnnnn we’re leaving!!”

Nancy was already drunk. This was going to be a long night.

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11:55pm

Eddie and his partner left. Nancy and Jonathan were nowhere to be seen and you laughed to yourself. You really should start placing bets on these things. You’d found a couch to sit on while the party raged around you. Vickie and Robin were secluded in a corner, away from all the dumb drunk idiots. You sipped your beer, not really feeling up to partying much longer, when two guys sat on either side. Immediately you tense up and looked for a safety net. You could see Robin, that was good.

“What do you think is better? A guy who plays sports or a guy who has a nice car?”

The one leaned in, a little too close, and asked. He smelled of vodka. The other put his arm around you over the couch.

“Well…my boyfriend drives a Camaro and plays basketball so…I won’t accept anything less than both.”

“I could beat your boyfriends ass in basketball.”

“And I could beat his car on the road.”

You smirked.

“But it would take two of you to beat one of him.”

God you were uncomfortable. You wished Billy was there, and you wished you wouldn’t have to lie about him being your boyfriend. The one who was trying to prove he had a nice car touched your thigh and you stood up quickly.

“Goodbye boys.”

“Wait! Hold on hot stuff. What’s your name at least?”

You shuddered. Hot stuff. Gross.

“Sixx. My friends call me Sixx.”

It was a fake name that was always the sign of a red flag. Everyone had their own, you picked Sixx because of Nikki Sixx.

You walked towards the emptier part of the house where Vickie and Robin were in conversation. You slipped into the conversation with ease and both girls could tell you were uncomfortable. Without even mentioning it, the two of them covered you and that helped lot.

What you didn’t realize is the other one reached in your pocket and took your keys when the loud one touched your leg. Billy’s number was on your keys.

Ring…ring….ring…..ri-

“Whoever this is you better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

“Your girlfriend is gonna get her ass beat on the front lawn and there is nothing you can do about it. Sixx is our whore now. You little bitch.”

They hung up, high fived each other and went back to the party. The one stuck your keys in his pocket. They were going to see you again.

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12:13am

Steve was MIA which you were kind of proud of, while you Vickie and Robin were starting to have a really good time. The commotion at the door grabbed everyone’s attention though.

“Where is she???”

That voice sounded really familiar. You tried to peak over the crowd but it wasn’t hard to spot him. Billy stormed through the party, sweat dripping down his chest, the golden hair placed perfectly around his face.

“Billy?”

You called out and his head snapped in your direction. The audible signs and groans of disappointment from all the other girls at the party were drowned out when he wrapped you tightly in his body.

“Well hello to you too?”

You muffled into his chest. His hug was desperate, not too far off from the one he gave you after you saved his ass at the mall. After about a minute and a half he finally let you go, worry ghosted over his face but it was being relieved as he looked you up and down.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Billy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’ll tell you in a later. Where is everyone?”

The party just continued as if Billy’s dramatic entrance didn’t happen. A few people came around and said hi to him but he just ignored them as the two of you talked.

“Robin and Vickie are right over there and…”

You hesitated as you felt Billy hug you from behind as you pointed to Robin and Vickie. He was being very touchy. Not that it bothered you but it was a little out of character for him.

“…and Steve is missing in action it I’m sure he’s getting his own.”

Billy

You were answering his question but he couldn’t focus much. The way the leather pants hugged your curves, and your shirt didn’t even show cleavage but he couldn’t stop thinking about your tits under it. Billy had wanted you for a long time, but you were more than just another fuck. He wanted to do it the right way with you. Tonight didn’t help, you smell like alcohol and roses and your outfit looked so good on you.

“No action for you tonight?”

Billy asked in response to you making the comment about Steve. The blonde didn’t want to overtly cock block you..just secretly.

“Oh no haha. I just came for the drinks. The music sucks too.”

He watched you wrap your lips around the red solo cup rim. God you were so fucking beautiful. But someone had threatened you. He had to find out who.

“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna find someone really quick. Be back before you can finish that beer babe.”

Billy winked at you and walked off. He loved the shade of red you got when he used pet names on you. Now he was going through the crowds, looking for anyone who was specifically avoiding him. Billy made the dramatic entrance for two reasons.

1. So you knew he was there, and you’d find him immediately. He had to make sure you weren’t harmed.

2. The fuckers who called him would see who they were messing with.

Billy scoped the whole floor, couldn’t find anything. He tracked downstairs where there was a pool game going on and two guys immediately turned around and tried to avoid him.

“Bingo.”

Billy made a b-line to them. His intention was to just talk to them; but when he saw your keys hanging from one of their pockets, his vision went dark.

You

“FIGHT!”

Someone came running up the stairs and you immediately knew it was Billy who got in the fight. How you knew, you didn’t know but you left Robin and Vickie and sprinted downstairs to see Billy beating the shit out of the two guys who were being extremely creepy with you earlier.

“Billy!”

He knocked out the one with a punch and grabbed the other in his hand.

“We’re these guys hitting on you earlier?”

“Billy it’s not worth it.”

“WERE THEY HITTING ON YOU. YES. OR. NO.”

“Yes! But I told them to fuck off!”

Billy hit the other one hard, knocking him against the pool table.

“You threaten me or my girlfriend again; you’re dead.”

You noticed something in his bloody hand. He walked over to you and firmly grabbed your arm; taking you upstairs. It was your keys. The Creeps must have grabbed them.

“Billy slow down!”

You had a lot of questions. What did he mean threaten again, how did he have your keys, did he know those boys? The girlfriend comment didn’t mean much. You figured he just said that to prove a point.

“Billy you’re hurting me!”

You whimpered as his and gripped your bicep hard enough to bruise. Immediately he let you go, remorse swimming in his anger filled eyes. You took his hand in yours and softly spoke.

“Let’s get out of here. Vickie can take my car home. She stopped drinking hours ago. You can take me home. Okay?”

Billy grunted in agreement, you gently took your keys and found Robin, Billy still latched to your free hand. She took your keys and handed them to Vickie, thanking the girls you headed out. He opened his passenger door for you.

“Billy?” You got in. He walked around and started the car. Billy took off in a true speedster fashion. After about 5 minutes he spoke.

“I got a phone call, some douche called you a whore. Said your name was Sixx. They threatened to kick your ass on the front lawn. I found your keys in one of their pockets. It’s how I knew it was them.”

“Mmmm. I see. Well, thanks for coming to my rescue. Sorry to ruin your night.”

“Shut up. You never ruin my night, I love seeing pretty women who need a big strong man to save them.”

He chuckled but you wiggled nervously in the seat.

“Why do you tease me like that so much? It’s not fair.”

Maybe it was the alcohol…definitely the alcohol, but you spoke up about how much he flirted. Billy pulled into your drive and Killed the engine.

“Oh I’m not teasing you. I think you’re gorgeous. I just know what you think about my reputation with women. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to flirt with you and try to win you over Anyways.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“Come on Y/N. Think about it…’Hey babe. Can I talk to you about my emotions and feelings and shit?’ Like I would ever do that.”

“But you can with me.”

“I know…it’s just…hard.”

“I understand.”

You gently placed your hand on top of his white knuckles that were gripping the steering wheel. He relaxed and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks for the ride hom-mmm!”

Billy’s hands were on either side of your face pulling you in for a deep kiss. He’d caught you mid sentence and began exploring your mouth with his tongue. Slowly his hands went from your cheeks to your waist as he pulled you to straddle him in the drivers seat. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you indulged the kiss. A soft moan escaped your mouth when Billy squeezed your ass. It made you both pause.

“Billy…I- I don’t want to rush-“

“No you’re right. I want to do this the right way. As much as I’d love to carry you inside and throw you on your bed, I want to prove to you I’m different now.”

His hips bucked into as he talked about throwing you on the bed and you gasped. A smile rippled through his face as yours became more red.

Placing a soft kiss on his lips you opened the door and got off of him.

“Call me tomorrow?”

“Nah. I’m gonna pick you up tomorrow. So I’ll see you then.”

You smiled biting your lip.

“Okay then. See you tomorrow.”

Billy smiled, winked and drove off.

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The end! I noticed I’m a sucker for mutual pining and friends to lovers stories 😂😂😂

Hope y’all liked it!! I’m slowly working through my requests! I have a lot of Billy so if y’all can ask for some Steve or Eddie I’d appreciate it ❤️❤️❤️

Like, comment, reblog!! Thank you! As always, kind constructive criticism is welcome!

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy x reader #stranger things #billy could have been saved #billy x you #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you

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sunflowerromcom · 8 months

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would you consider writing rebecca telling ted about what happened to her when she was younger with the paparazzi from suddenly?

Hello there!

Actually, I did write this scene in Suddenly! I'll post the snippet here for you until you can read the whole fic, which hopefully won't be too long from now.

“Anything you want to do today?” he asked before drinking the last of his coffee.

She arched an eyebrow, and he chuckled at the look in her eyes. “Oh, do you mean besides my husband?”

He laughed. “I mean, I won’t complain if that’s the only thing you want to do.” It wasn’t like they could go out and do all the touristy things like most normal folks on their honeymoon. He didn’t mind much. He’d rather stay inside, and give her that homey, domestic slice of life where he could show her how loved she was that she hadn’t had with her former husband. After taking the last bite of his eggs, he rubbed her thigh affectionately. “Isn’t this the fashion capital of the world? You want to go shopping or anything?”

“Oh, no,” she said, waving her hand between them. “That’s okay. I’d rather just stay here with you and laze about. I have enough clothes at home as it is.”

“Even fancy new shoes? I know you love those.”

She smiled, but it seemed forced.

His brows furrowed. “You alright?”

She shook her head while picking a piece of nonexistent lint from the duvet. “It’s silly, really.”

Reaching over, he took her hand and thread their fingers together. “Nothing silly if it’s bothering you.”

She let out a breath, her eyes cast down on their hands. “It’s nothing…”

It wasn’t nothing. That much was clear. “Rebecca, honey, you can tell me.”

She set her cup of tea aside and he did the same with his plate, his hunger forgotten.

She moved closer and took his hand again. She traced her finger over his knuckles. He waited, not wanting to push her. “When I was younger… I was—a man grabbed me and almost... Sass and I were teenagers. We were shopping. I had my security, but we thought we were invincible, and we were reckless for it. We left a store and were swarmed by paparazzi. There were so many cameras, and everyone was shouting. Someone took my arm. I thought it was Walter, Roy’s father, at first, so I let him pull me away…”

“Holy shit, Rebecca…”

“It wasn’t Walter at all. But some... man. He didn’t get far. But he took me around the corner, and he grabbed me by the hair when I tried to run, but I stomped on his foot with my heel and punched him in the nose. By then my security was there and got me away and they held him until the police took him.”

He reached up to brush away a tear. “Please tell me you had on a pair of your fancy heels?”

“I did. And I’ve worn them ever since.”

“Come here,” he said, tenderly drawing her against him.

“I’m okay,” she said with a long exhale, her arms wrapping around him despite her words. “It was a long time ago.”

“I know, but I still wanna hold ya for a minute.” Ted didn’t believe in violence, but the white-hot anger he felt toward the man who hurt her burned bright in his gut. If anyone ever tried to touch her, he wouldn’t hesitate to protect her. Taking a deep breath, he pressed a kiss to her brow. He felt her hand caress its way up and down his back, and he had to smile at the way she could read him so well. That she knew he needed the extra bit of comfort. What they both needed was a distraction. “How about we go watch a movie in that fancy theater of ours? I think it might behoove us to watch some movies of the Disney variety. That way, when our munchkin gets here, we’ll have all the songs memorized.”

The side of her mouth lifted in a smile. “I think that sounds perfect.”

#Suddenly #Tedbecca fanfic #Anon #Writing

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jhilsara · 3 months

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AHHH That was so gooood, I know the final version is going to be incredible!! I hate to keep asking for more because I don't want to bother you BUT if you want to keep posting them I would more than appreciate it. :> If not, we can always wait until the actual next chapter comes out. Whatever your comfy with!

I'll keep feeding you, I've had this doc for so long and hopefully this will motivate me *v* here's part 3

After every guest leaves the boys and MC are sitting on the stairs exhausted.

“So that went well?” Matthew “As well as it could have.” James sighs. “How was the drilling of questions all night?” Erik “Not as bad, but draining. How was the rest of your night after you were dismissed?” James “It was better after my father left.” MC “F u c k your dad.” Sam “What happened?” Matthew “Her awful father put his hands on her and left a nasty bruise!” Erik huffs out in irritation. “He what?!” Matthew and Damien “It’s over, I’m fine, Sam saved me.” MC “Let us see.” James gently asks She avoids their eyes but takes the glove off. It’s nasty. It’s a gross yellow with purple poking through. It looks disgusting. “Oh MC…” Damien gently grabs her arm to look at the damage. “It’s over. He left and Sam definitely broke his hand.” She huffs out a laugh. “Sam!” James “I didn’t break it! …I just fractured it. Aggressively.” Sam avoiding eye contact with James but smiling at MC MC starts laughing and soon the whole gang is giggling. “We should probably clean up…”

Before they can even start to clean the devils burst into the home with a gunshot.

MC ducks before she realizes it was a blank, but the boys are in front of her.

Seeing the devils, she realizes they are not the same thing as just demons.

“Honey I’m home~”Malix twirling his gun “Get out. This place is protected by holy magic. Your stuff won’t work here.” Damien “I don’t need that to kill you.” Malix states. “We’re really not in the fucking mood Malix. Get the fuck out.” Sam “Oh? Sorry did I barge in on you lot whoring yourselves out like the incubus you are?” Malix “Excuse me?” MC She tries to push past Sam but he won’t budge. He pushes her back. “Stay behind me.” He hisses out to her. “Oh? Is that her? That warlocks kin? C’mon share her, it’s not nice to keep playthings to yourselves!” Malix She freezes and grips onto the back of Sam’s jacket. His fists curl. “She’s protected too you animal.” James Malix raises a brow, “That’s intriguing…” He looks past Sam and his eyes pierce into hers. A nasty smirk plays on his face. “We’ll leave… but watch it outside of this protective barrier. You’re in our territory incubi.” Malix shrugs and acts to leave. He turns sharply and points his gun toward MC, Sam shifts to block her but she can still see the red devil staring her down… like prey. “You too sweetheart. We’re coming for you.” Sam turns to face MC after Malix leaves and sees the real fear in her eyes. His anger dissipates enough to hold her. He wraps one arm around her to give her some comfort. “What are they?” MC “Devils… they come from Hell.” Erik spits out. “Then where do you come from?” MC “The Abyssal Plains…Demons come from a different realm. We all have magic of our own and free wills. Devils on the other hand, their magic is tied to hell. It’s not theirs. They only live to cause chaos, murder, and mayhem in the human world.” James Her brain goes a million miles a minute. Damien reaches out to grab her hand, “We won’t let him harm you. It’ll be okay.” Sam squeezes her in reassurance, “We’ll kill ‘em.”

They do not clean that night, they all decide it’s a morning issue.

The next day MC stays home. In her bed for most of the morning/early afternoon. She watches videos on her phone and none of the boys seem to come and see her. They must be busy.

She finally crawls out around the afternoon and slugs her way into the kitchen after taking a shower and making herself slightly presentable.

She hears the boys outside through the sliding window into the backyard.

Peeking out she sees them all training, mostly using Sam as their trainer.

They all look exhausted.

“How long have you guys been out here?” She calls out. They all stumble before turning to see her. “What time is it?” Matthew She checks her phone, “Like two?” “We need a break… and food.” James says. “We don’t have time for a break.” Sam barks back to him. “You want one too Sam. We need food anyway.” Damien side eyes his brother. Sam rolls his eyes. “You guys just chill out. I’ll make lunch.” MC turns back into the kitchen on her phone scrolling and ignoring the faint protest.

She makes them a simple lunch. Nothing crazy, just sandwiches with fruits and veggies. She makes herself a homemade parfait though.

Once the guys are inside she puts their lunches on the dining table, all of them looking thoroughly beaten.

They eat, thank her, and go back to training.

She sees them all again at dinner, but this time she put her foot down and decided they were getting take out. No one was cooking after the day they’ve had.

They veg out in the living room waiting for dinner. MC sits on the couch and Matthew and Damien are leaning on her left and right side. Sam is sitting in between her legs on the floor and she’s idly coming his hair and half paying attention to the movie. James went off to the study and told them to call him when the food arrived. Erik went to take a nap.

The four of them all almost pass out on the couch together. It’s impressive actually.

The next day MC has classes… she is afraid to leave the home. So, the guys rotate a schedule with her. Whoever is free takes her to work or school. Between the 5 of them there should be someone with her at all times.

One day while Sam is dropping her off on campus

The bags under her eyes are dark. Darker than she normally gets during finals week. She has the mirror pulled down in the car and stares at her dark circles. Sam looks at her out of the corner of his eye. “How much sleep have you been getting?” the question sounds harsher than he means it too. She sighs and slaps the mirror back up, “Between studying for finals, working, and stressing out about my life possibly ending because of some devils… about 3ish hours.” “Do you work tonight?” he asks She tilts her head in confusion. “No. I have the day off. My last class gets out at 1 today then I’m done.” “Good.” He grunts out. “I’ll pick you up and then you’re going the fuck to sleep.” He stops in front of her classes building. “What? Sam, I have chores and studying and a million other tasks. Plus… I just c a n ‘ t sleep. It’s like my brain won’t shut off.” “Don’t worry about it.” He places his hand on top of her head and ruffles her hair a bit. “Sam! I just did that.” She pulls the mirror down and pouts as she fixes her hair. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Like I said I’ll get you later and you’re taking a nap today.” She gives him a look of disbelief before getting out to go to class. “Bye Sam.”

• He wasn’t joking when he told her she’s sleeping. Once home Same throws her in her bedroom, demand she put on something comfy, and let’s her change alone.

She opens the door once she’s in her hoodie and shorts. “Sam I’m not sleepy so I don’t see how I’m going to nap. I should probably just study.” Sam pushes her back into her room, “Nuh uh, no way. Get in that bed.” She rolls her eyes but jumps onto her bed anyway, sitting cross legged on her blanket. “Scoot over!” Sam slips his shoes off and sits next to her. “Get under the covers doofus.” He chuckles at her. “Is the plan just you taking a nap with me?” She jokes and shuffles herself comfortably under the blankets. He rolls his eyes, “No. Lay down and just close your eyes okay?” She side eyes him for a second before fluttering her eyes shut. Sam starts running his hands through her hair gently and lightly massaging her scalp. She lets out a soft gasp and groans in comfort. She nuzzles herself more into her pillow.

• Before she realized it, she was asleep. She only realized she’s been out when she wakes up and realizes she wrapped around something… or someone.

Sam was out, snoring lightly laying on top of her comforter, one arm comfortably laying behind her. She was tangled around him, hugging him close like a stuffed animal. Her face flushed and she tried to untangle herself from him in embarrassment. She gently moved her arms off of him and tried to flip herself over, but Sam followed. He groaned and moved his body to face her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. If she wasn’t red she was now. She could see her phone next to her pillow and she relaxed into his grip and settled against his chest feeling his deep breathing. She was scrolling her phone for around twenty minutes before she felt him wake up. “What time is it?” he groaned out still holding her body. She giggles to herself knowing Sam isn’t fully awake, “It’s 7 at night.” “Five more minutes…” He mumbles into her neck. She shivers and that action has him sitting up STRAIGHT “Oh, my fucking god. I’m so sorry.” Sam She stretches and sits up, “Sam it’s fine you just feel asleep. We’ve been exhausted for over a week…” Sam looks her over and reads her sincere face. He sighs before he flops back down. He rubs his face in irritation before looking at MC “I’m more than exhausted…” he mutters to himself “What?” MC “It’s nothing.” He goes to stand up, but she grabs his wrist. “Sam…I-” she clams up blushing a bit and avoiding his eyes when she finally asks, “Do you need energy?” She feels him go rigid. “I’m fine.” He tells her in a hard tone. He doesn’t pull himself away from her touch. She finally pulls her gaze back to him and she can see how heavy the bags under his eyes are. He’s been training his brothers and trying to keep her safe for over two weeks now. He’s more than at the end of his supply. “Sam…you look like a dead man walking. Take my energy, I’m telling you it’s okay.” She can see him losing the battle internally. He scoffs and avoids her burning gaze. “Please. I promise it’s okay.” She sees his tense shoulders relax and he looks at her, eyes no longer green but rimmed in gold. She smiles at him, a win. “Don’t look so smug, you’re gonna be tired after this.” He tells her as he moves his hand from her grip to holding it and laying her down. “Only if you do it right.” She bites back. “Oh, now you’re pushing your luck.” Before she can reply he’s kissing her. His hands don’t roam her body, but he keeps consistent pressure holding her waist down into the mattress. Her arms wrap around his neck and pulls him closer to her. Their mouths slot together easily and this is by far the best kiss she’s ever had. Unlike before when Sam kissed her, she’s acutely aware of the enthrallment. Which she’s realizing is making her crave him. She wants him all over her. She wants him to kiss her neck, caress her, mark her body up. She’s swimming in thoughts of Sam. Too much, she can’t decipher if they’re real feelings or just the enthrallment. Maybe she should have asked for instructions before she just dived into this. Sam shifts himself and kisses her jawline down to her neck. She lets out a moan she didn’t expect. She does not want him to stop. He chuckles into her neck and kisses her softly one more time before sitting back. “I’m good now. Thank you.” He’s smirking at her and she doesn’t know what her face looks like but she feels blissed out. She’s heaving, taking deep breathes, before she responds. “Uh yeah. Anytime.” She pushes herself to sit up facing him. Sam snorts and brushes her hair back, looking at her softly, “Don’t offer up something like that. I might make good on it.” He rustles her hair and leaves her room. She falls back on her bed, red in the face, heart beating astronomically fast.

• The next morning, she has Damien going with her to her class. She spends a lot of the car ride trying to focus on the music and not her very confusing feelings for Sam… or how she really enjoyed him kissing her. Nope not totally thinking about that while Damien’s sitting next to her. Or how confused she is about enthrallment.

Damien sighs and looks at her cocking his brow. “You know I’ve heard literally everything in your head and it’s the most over stimulating thing right now. It’s thought whiplash.” Damien She sighs and grips the steering wheel, she can’t hide from Damien. “How does enthrallment work?” she finally asks, her face red as a tomato. “Well, it obviously gives us your energy as incubi, but it doesn’t magically give you deep feelings for someone. It just enhances the pleasure of your experience as a human.” He tells her smirking. “So, my very confusing feelings aren’t from the enthrallment?” “Nope. That’s just you making yourself confused.” He has a very amused look on his face. “You’re not being helpful here Damien…” she pouts. He just laughs.

When she gets home that night with Erik she goes straight to her room. She’s not super hungry and her stomach flipping around is absolutely her nerves.

She’s in her room, staring at the ceiling, when someone knocks on her door.

“Come in!” she doesn’t move from her spot. “Have you been like that since you got home?” Sam She sighs and sits up, “Yeah just doing some mental gymnastics.” He laughs, “Don’t work too hard there you’ll blow a fuse.” She rolls her eyes and throws her pillow at him, that he easily catches. “What do you need Sam?” She asks smiling. He tosses the pillow back to her. Now he looks flustered, with a tinge of pink that lasts for a second before his eyes lock with hers. “I want you to know my real name, in case anything does happen with those Devils…” His voice is serious. “Real name?” she tilts her head. “Demons usually don’t give out their real names to humans, or each other really. Names for us have power. So, if you say my name, I’ll find you. I can literally appear if you need me.” “Oh…” she looks down at the pillow in her hands and fidgets with the edges of it. Her face is warm. She doesn’t notice Sam coming closer to her as he leans in to whisper in her ear, “My name is Aomaris.” A shiver runs down her back as he steps back. “Aomaris.” She tries it out, making sure she says it right. Sam’s face flushes red. “Uh, yeah.” He chokes out and looks away from her. He takes a deep breath before he continues. “Use it if you need me, okay?”

• She keeps his name locked in her mind. Running it around and around and around. She almost whispers it to herself once more before realizing how mortally embarrassed shed be if he just showed in her room not even ten minutes after he told her. • She didn’t realize how soon she would need to use his name. • It’s her graduation day from the school of business at her university, but she’s already applied to continue her education at the graduate level. She can have a masters degree in a different field. But for now, it’s her undergrad graduation and by god she is going and then partying with her friends. • All of the boys show up for her, and her father is no where in sight. She kind of feels relieved from that. • After graduation she takes photos with her friends and the boys join. It is a celebration.

“I’m going out with everyone, I’ll see you guys later tonight!” “Be safe!” Erik calls after her, knowing she’s with people is reassuring, but not completely settling. They are all humans MC goes with her friends to a couple of bars and having a blast. So much so she doesn’t realize she’s put herself in danger. Its late, around midnight, and she steps outside to get some fresh air. She unlocks her car to grab her jacket to keep her safe from the biting cold inside the bar. When it happens. She wasn’t paying attention and was alone. She gets shoved into her own back seat and before she can fight or scream she gets blindfolded and gagged. She clenches her face as it all happens, she’s seen enough true crime to know that she can move her face to mess with the blindfold and gag to loosen them without her captors knowing. They snatch her keys from her hand and whip her car away from the bar. Hopefully her friends can call for help. They know she’d never leave without saying something. Her phone was still on too, in her pocket. As long as they don’t turn it off yet, they can track her location. She overhears them talking and she realizes it’s the devils… and her heart plummets. She can see the road in the slim part of the blindfold she gave herself to look through. They’re downtown still. But just barely… Once they throw her car in park she’s hauled out of the vehicle. She’s thrashing against whoever is grabbing her but their grip just tightens. They throw her down onto the hard concrete and rips her blindfold off. She blinks trying to adjust to the low lighting. Malix stands in front of her, smiling at her like she’s a meal. She tries to meet his gaze with a glare, but her body shaking definitely gives her away. His smile is like a feral beast eyeing her up and down. He grabs her face pulling her closer to him, his grip hurts. “Told you it wasn’t safe out there girly. Can’t wait to gut you and leave your remains for those incubi.” She pulls her face back with all her force and headbutts him. It sends him back for a moment, and knocks the gag out of her mouth. She gasps taking a deep breath. Before she can shout for help Malix’s fist collides to her mouth. “You little cunt!” She’s bleeding and spits out a mouthful of blood before shouting, “Aomaris!” she chokes as she shouts but it works. A bright light cuts through and the Devils shrink back. In front of her is Sam and he finds her eyes immediately. His eyes widen and he rushes to her grabbing her gently by her face. “You okay?” he asks. His hands are shaking as he moves her face to see the damage. She just nods her head melting into his touch. “I got it okay don’t worry.” A gun shot goes off and Sam moves them before it can make contact, with his speed. He turns and glares back to Malix with his smoking gun. “I won’t miss next time Incubus.” Malix growls out at them. Sam gently leans MC against the wall and turns to fight Malix.

• During the fight Sam loses his glamor, but Damien and the others find her and block her vision before she can see. It’s mostly blurs and hues of green. • Damien and Erik and fussing over her and assessing the damage. • While everything sounds like she’s in an echo chamber, she clearly hears James tell Sam to stop and Matthew give him a potion. • “Let’s go home. MC needs to wash up and ice her face.” Erik says and picks her up gently to put her in the car. • At home they tell her to take a shower and just rest. Erik sits on her bedside with an ice pack for her face and a glass of water with some pain killers.

“Where’s Sam?” she asks. Erik sighs, “Getting chewed out by James and probably blowing off the last of his adrenaline. He’ll come see you in the morning love.” She nods her head. “Thanks Erik. Did my friends call?” She noticed they had blown up her phone and she had told them she was home now. Erik nods. “Yeah they did. That’s how we knew something was up, then you called out to him. We just tracked your phone after Sam left.” She nods and sinks into her bed. “Do I tell them I got kidnapped?” Erik shrugs. “It’s the truth, and it’s true we just tracked your phone. So up to you. They’ll be mad if they think you just bailed without telling them and making them worry.” “You’re right…” “Don’t worry right now, just go to sleep. And if anything feels bad in the morning we can go the hospital.” Erik.

Her face is swollen from Malix’s punch but she had stopped bleeding the next morning. A massive purple bruise is on her check and she hisses touching it. She can’t cover that up.

There’s a knock at her door.

“Come in.” “How ya feelin’?” She turns quickly and sees Sam in her doorway. Arms crossed over his chest. “Could be better.” She smiles softly at him. She sees his eyes focus on her bruise. He comes into her room standing in front of her, holding her face and looking. “If he was still here I’d kill him again…” he says in a low tone. “It’s over.” She places her hand on top of Sam’s and leans into his touch on her good side. “Shouldn’t have even fuckin’ happened. We should have been out with you.” He growls out. “We don’t know that. I shouldn’t have left my friends to grab my jacket. It’s over now. No use in thinking what if.” Sam removes his hands and pulls her into his embrace. His grip is tight but she sinks into him and wraps her arms around his waist. “Thanks, by the way. I don’t know if I told you thank you.” She mutters into his chest. She feels him chuckle. He kisses the top of her head. “You don’t need to thank me. I would have found you no matter what.” Her grip tightens and she thinks her heart skips a beat.

A little treat

So I know I keep saying theres more but there is more.

I skip a little around timeline wise and I put the beach episode stuff after the devils... cause it felt kinda shitty to do Diana RIGHT AFTER like poor girl can't catch a BREAK

#asks #seduce me #seduce me otome #seduce me sam #seduce me fanfiction

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