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kuamiru · 1 year

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The Golden Child Part I

SAGAU & Impostor AU where the reader is the child of the actual creator.

Warnings: blood.

If you haven't read the prologue yet, it's here.

The fedora your father had gifted you made it impossible to see what was happening around you. Ever since he woke you up in a hurry so early in the morning, he refused to tell you what exactly was going on. Instead, he took you to the city of Liyue, a place you knew well as he would let you join some travels he had to make thanks to his work.

The city was exactly as you remembered it, it's just that you had never seen so many people gathered in one place. They appeared to be celebrating something, for there were a lot of people standing in a platform before all the crowd. Your father shoved many people off so you both could stand somewhat close. If it weren't for the oversized hat he forced you to wear, maybe you'd have heard and see what the commotion was about. The only hint you had was the moving feet of the ones closest to you, followed by muffled screaming and cheering. You could only look up to see your father, only to find his face drowned in terror. He seemed to notice your gaze against him as he held you closer and gently shoved your face in his chest.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..." he whispered time and time again. More than you, he seemed to be saying this for himself.

Soon the cheering became shouts of agony, something made the crowd stop celebrating and replace their cheers of happyness for pure anguish. You wanted to raise the fedora and see what was going on but your father quickly put it down and started running away.

Now all the voices were starting to become more and more distant. You could no longer see the streets made of stone, only the grass and dirt that made up the way from Liyue to your secluded house in the woods. It was only halfway through when you were able to return the hat to him.

"Papa, what's happening?"

He didn't answer your question, he just kept running straight to the house.

Upon arriving he let you go on the sofa and quickly started to gather clothes and provisions, making a mess out of the cabin.

"Papa?" you asked again, and this time he turned to you, crouching to your level so he could see you in the eyes.

"Stardust, I need you to carefully hear my words, okay?" He gave a soft smile at your nod. "Remember how we talked to you about those people that were trying to harm your tata?"

You nodded once again, not knowing why your parent was brought up in the conversation. Speaking of them, where were they? You looked around the room for a second before your father put both his hands in your cheeks so you were only looking at him.

"Look at me, stardust. Those people... they took your tata. And now they're looking for us." He did his best not to let a sob out. He would have time to mourn later when they both were safe. "We have to go. Take whatever you can carry in your arms and let's depart."

He immediately rushed to finish his task. We're his words true? Was your tata... taken? That's why all the people in Liyue were celebrating? Did those people hate your family that much...? You wanted to cry, but the shout of your father to hurry up made you shake these thoughts and run to your bedroom. The tears started to flow silently as you grabbed some clothes and your stuffed animal. You could not leave it here, it was made by your parent's hand...

All the items were thrown into a little backpack and you quickly went to the front door where your father was already with the door open and scanning the forest.

He turned to you. "Ready, dear? I need you to be brave, okay? I will protect you no matter what."

Before you could even nod he already had your hand in his and started running into the woods. You took one last look at your little house, watching it get smaller and smaller with each step. It made your little heart hurt, thinking that this might be the last time seeing it. This felt so foreign to those times where you departed with your father just like this, holding hands and your parent saying goodbye from the doorframe.

Soon there was nothing more than trees and tall grass to look at. The green scenery started to slowly become more yellow and rocky. He never took you this far... was this still even Liyue?

"Just a little more..." He assured you, tugging at your hand every time you started to fall behind.

You couldn't help it. Your legs were small and you were starting to get tired. Plus, there was this weird feeling that somebody was watching you, making you look in every direction trying to find the source and almost tripping a few times for not paying attention to the ground.

The rocky ground started to overtake nature. Now all you could see was a mixture of gray, red, orange, and yellow; all together in an enormous hole in front of you.

"This is The Chasm." Your father said, panting heavily from all the running. "We just need to cross this and we'll be—"

"HALT!"

His words were interrupted by a polearm descending from the skies and impacting in front of you. He stood in front of you, shielding your small form from the wind and rocks that were sent flying from the impact. When you raised your eyes, a brown figure stood in place. He was gripping the weapon tightly and observed you both with anger in his golden eyes.

The figure took one step forward. "You were there... I remember you at the execution." He spoke. Your father took one step backward. "And I remember that you were the last person Their Grace laid their eyes upon."

The new man started to walk towards you, startling your dad who tried to cover you from the stranger's eyes. It seemed to have the contrary effect, as he now was looking right at you.

"Don't make my job harder. Hand over the child." He extended his arm, giving you an opportunity to remain on his good side.

"Please, we're just a merchant with his child... We have no relation to Their Divine Grace!" He lied.

The stranger dropped his hand and raised his polearm.

"If that's so, then pray tell why you claim yourself a merchant yet you have nothing on you but personal belongings. No merchant goes through The Chasm while running with a child."

The gound below you started to vibrate.

"If you have nothing to hide, you'll have no problem with me taking a look at your child." The man started to approach again, and your father took his two daggers off his sleeves and stood on guard. "So that's how it's going to be..."

The earth almost split itself from the impact.

The strong wind produced from the clash of polearm and daggers was enough to send you flying some meters away. You landed on a convenient and small patch of grass that helped cushion your fall. It was always like this, your parent always told you that both you and them were loved by this world and nature would always find a way to help you.

You quickly stood up, watching how your father was trying with all his might not to get stabbed or wounded by the edge of the weapon. His daggers could only block or deflect the thrust, he was at a clear disadvantage as he could not get closer to his opponent. Not even his electro vision seemed to help much, there wasn't a lot of fighting he could do without accidentally hurting you.

"Hah!" The stranger managed to knock off the daggers off him and wasted no time in raising his weapon ready to strike.

Desperation filled you. These people already took you tata, they can't take papa too!

"No!!"

The attack didn't impact the male's body, as it was suddenly pushed aside. You had thrown yourself against your father safely putting him out of harm's way. He had the wind knocked out of him, and it took him a couple of seconds to fully return to the fight. The first thing he saw was the shocked face of his attacker, amber eyes fixated on the little figure on top of himself. He followed his gaze and felt the blood drain from his face as he watched his child hug him, bearing a light cut on their arm that was barely bleeding. The red, however, rapidly became gold upon exiting the wound.

"It is you... The child of our Divine One!" The stranger exclaimed, making his polearm disappear. "You don't have to be afraid little one, I'm not going to hurt—"

Your father encircled your body with his arms, gently pushing you off him and lowering you at his side so he was still between you and him.

"DON'T COME CLOSER!" He threatened the man. The fury in his voice even surprised you- you had never seen your papa get this angry... "I saw what you did back there! You are all monsters! I don't trust any of you, not even an archon like you!"

Was that really true? Was the man in front of you an archon, a deity? But he looked pretty human to you. In fact, he was no different from any other person you've seen in Liyue.

The brown figure seemed to be irritated at his words for he furrowed his brows. "My job is to retrieve the Divine Child unharmed; should you interfere, I will be sure to show no mercy. I do not care what relationship you have to Their Grace or their child."

As if to prove his point, the earth beneath rumbled once again. Your father gritted his teeth, mind working as fast as it could to find some solution, an exit to this predicament...

"Stardust, please hear my words." He whispered to you in a hurry. "If I'm unable to get out of here I need you to keep moving. Sumeru is just across this hole... Do you understand?" You shake your head in panic. "Please my baby, I need you to be safe. Lord Sangemah Bay is waiting for us there... can you remember that name? Lord Sangemah Bay."

Tears started to flow from your eyes, still shaking your head as if saying no. You were scared, what your papa was saying sounded almost like he was ready to stay here so you could run away.

"Don't leave me papa!" You cried as you held onto him tighter, only for him to abruptly throw you a couple of meters away and immediately plunge his dagger in the ground, making use of his vision to summon a powerful lighting and make it strike the ground between him and the archon.

The impact made you all three temporarily go blind. The ground shook violently, making you stumble and unable to stand up. The two men were in the radius of the attack, and when the earth started to crumble it was too late to get out. A giant hole formed where they once stood, and the only thing you could see through your half-blinded eyes was the figure of your father and the archon falling down, deep into The Chasm.

"NOOO!!" You tried to run to the hole desperate to get to your dad, only for roots to raise from the ground and block your path. They would not let you get closer, and even a strong wind was pushing you in the opposite direction. Just like nature always helped your tata and you, this time it was making sure you followed the route to safety.

The roots below you started getting wet from your tears. You gripped them with force, trying to bend or break them, only to find out that your childish strength could not even move them slightly. You cried against them, your heart weeping for the sudden loss of both your parents.

Why? Why did this have to happen? You were a little but happy family of three, living deep into the woods and not bothering anyone. You didn't even understand why there were people looking for your tata! They were the most amazing parent ever! Always there to cook you your favorite food and play all the games you loved and learned thanks to your trips to Liyue city. Both them and your father had already tried to explain as best as they could to a child the reason why your parent never left the cabin, and you could only get sad that you would never experience with your parent all the thing you did with your father.

"Papa... tata..." Your little heart was mourning for the life that was taken from you in a spawn of only a few hours. They took your parent, and now your dad sacrificed himself so they would not take you too. "Papa... please come back. Papa, papa, please... I need you to come back... Don't die, papa..."

Your pleads were answered only by the strong wind. It once more tried to shove you away from the scene, the roots growing more to prove the point. It pained you to leave your father here, but he told you to keep moving... Sumeru was really close and this Lord Sangemah Bay may be the only person who could help you now.

You turned to face the road ahead and saw how little white flowers blossomed one after another in a straight line in front of you, as if they were showing you the way. You took one step forward only to have your foot clash with a sturdy object. Lowering your gaze, you found yourself staring at the reimaining dagger your father used laying forgotten on the floor. You chocked on a ugly sob.

There was no time to lose. You gently picked up the little weapon and stored it in your backpack before running through the flower path. No monsters nor animals appeared in your way, they seemed to notice your desperation and made sure to stay away from the path.

The gray and gradient red started to slowly become a deep and vibrant green once more. The air was starting to feel more humid, too. The large trees soon appeared in your vision, and the artificial flower path merged with an already existent dirt road.

You finally did it. You were in Sumeru now.

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your-nanas-house · 7 months

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Hi I saw that you need ideas for Ethan landry.

So can u do x ethan landry x reader, where Ethans father told Ethan to date y/n for their master plan and Ethan doesn't have a problem. With it since he already has a girlfriend, but his girlfriend doesn't like him dating g someone else but he tells her it's only for the plan.

So Ethan met y/n and they started dating, but the reader is killer and she know Ethan is using the reader and he already has a girlfriend, so the reader punishes him during sex, and y/n makes a deal with him to kill his own girlfriend and let the reader in on his family's master plan.

And later Ethan starts having feelings for y/n starts forgetting about his other girlfriend the reader forced him to kill.

(Sorry if this is alot)

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request, it's never a lot. Dw! 😉 Sorry that it took me so long.

Anything

◇ Pairing: Ethan Landry X killer!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, degradation, crazy y/n, lies, murders, mention of killing

◇ Summary: Ethan finds himself tied to his "new" girlfriend's bed.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It had been a few months since you started dating your nerdy schoolmate, Ethan Landry.

A cute boy with curly brown hair and a sweet but attractive face, a pure geek who had managed to win you over.

Well— that was what the boy believed, the thing he didn't know and that you had omitted was that you knew who the real him was, you knew his family's plan, how his father had told him to approach you for the ultimate plan and how he was just using you since he already had a girlfriend waiting for him and warming up his bed.

It bothered you in a way but you couldn't blame him, in the end you were doing the same to him— you were using him.

Just like at this moment while he was tied to your bed, a lost puppy-dog look on his face. When you had called him and let him into the dormitory, playing the part of the good girlfriend who is so much in love with her boyfriend, you had surprised him and convinced him to participate in one of your little fantasies— so you had called it to get his attention and convince him, because even though he was a virgin he was still a man and you knew too well how to play with men's heads.

You had tied him up using pink, cloth-covered handcuffs in the hope of hurting him just for your own sadistic pleasure. His arms and legs were pinned to your bed, he was still wearing his clothes and you had just removed the blindfold of him after making him wait almost an hour.

"Hello darling" you whispered, putting too much emphasis on the pet name you used; your hand close to his face and your fingers almost gently stroking the skin of his cheek as you enjoyed the confusion and false terror in his face.

"I'll get straight to the point, I know everything— about the plan, your intentions and your girlfriend," you whispered as if it were a secret, only to tease him before licking his neck, enjoying how he started to tremble softly just because of your touch.

Your hand, which was previously resting on his cheek, moved down his body till to the zip of his blue jeans. You opened it and pulled out its length which was already hard and ready to be touched.

You gave him a few pumps before speaking again

"I want to be part of the plan, my love" you continued stroking him, watching his body and mind react to your care.

His back arched, his breathing became heavy against the headband you had used to cover his mouth, his half-closed eyes were full of lust and his face was flushed due to the sensation you were giving him.

"I don't like it when people use me, although I always know when it happens but that's not the point—" you paused as your phone began to ring, your hand moved away from his cock making Ethan whimper in pain.

You stood up and grabbed the phone, answering the call as if there wasn't a man tied to your bed at that moment; your demeanor was calm, relaxed and calculating just like your steps towards your wardrobe, where you grabbed a dildo you were hiding there.

Unfortunately you had to go take care of something and you had to leave your poor Ethan all alone, with only the vibrations against his erect cock to make him feel less lonely.

"I have to go outside, honey. I'll be back as soon as I'm done, be good," you said, leaving a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's forehead before walking out ignoring his whimpers and whines coming from him.

It took longer than it should have, in fact you returned almost an hour later to find Ethan still tied to the bed.

He had made a real mess with his cum and his body was all flushed from too much stimulation, you could even see tears rolling down his cheeks while his curls were stuck to his forehead from his sweat.

"Hi baby, I'm back. How are you?" You sat on the bed, watching him before removing the bandage from his mouth, finally letting him speak

"T-T-Too much!— T' much!" He kept repeating, crying until you stopped the vibration and began to clean him, taking care of his overstimulated body as he whimpered and spoke in a whisper

"L-love. Please set me free and kiss me— I'll do anything you want, anything!" Ethan quickly declared desperately, accepting the kiss and cuddle in an attempt to calm his oh so quick heartbeats not noticing your evil smirk

"Darling— I want you to kill your girlfriend and make me talk to your father. I want a moment of glory too, after all the murders attributed to the wrong killers." You replied, thinking back at your stolen murders.

Ethan nodded, his face hidden in your chest as he caught his breath; he didn't want to admit it openly but he had been falling in love with you since a few months now, maybe since the beginning but he had never noticed this confident and dominant side of you, not that he minded of course.

This way he could have spent more time together with you, without having to think about Melissa, his girlfriend— now almost ex-girlfriend due to a tragic accident that will happen in her house, some people even claimed it was a suicide.

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thegatorsgoose · 1 year

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Mourning Dove notes, batch #1

So since I am a very visual thinker, whenever I post my ideas (that aren't in-the-moment rants, that is) I like to draw something for it. It's the closest thing I can get to transferring something directly from my brain to yours. Unfortunately, I have a lot of thoughts, which means I have a lot of drawings I want to make to help get my points across. And since it's easier to write my ideas down as they come to me anyway, I'll be posting Mourning Dove stuff in batches, drawing + notes = a batch :)

Speaking of the drawing part, this is actually a redraw of fanart I did for Wayne's Haunted Mansion I drew a while ago, so you can actually use the bear as a size reference! He's bigger than Bearwing now, but to be fair the bears not that big. Danny, at 14, is 5”2 at most, probably closer to 5’0. He's still a small king.

I decided to have him be 14 when he becomes a vigilante because 1. That seems like a reasonable amount of time for him to have recovered mentally and physically enough for him to be able to handle unfamiliar environments and have the training necessary to be cautious and know when and how to step in (at least 4 years of training + his powers make him a tiny terror).

2. Yo Danny Phantom he was just 14

This batch is going to be dedicated to why Danny is this au has autism and ADHD, and how that affects him. The why will come from the original fanfic this au is based on, Wayne’s Haunted Mansion by @tathartiel (which you should definitely read if you enjoy dp x dc!). How it affects him will mostly be part of the au. Ok? Ok. I tend to ramble a bit but I tried to make it easy to follow.

First of all, Danny enjoys knitting! He's already sewing, it's only the natural progression for him to find out about knitting, and the family would definitely try to encourage the hobby with less sharp tools. It gives him something to do with his hands, and at the end of the day he has something he made all by himself, something he can be proud of. He loves making stuff for people he cares about, he likes knowing he can do something to keep his loved ones warm, whether by making a blanket, scarf, sweater- you name it. He's definitely not great at first, but he does practice a lot. Whenever he's nervous or fidgety, it's nice to do something with his hands.

One of his favorite parts of knitting is the yarn itself. Specifically the texture and feel of certain yarns. The Waynes are rich so they have no problem supplying him with extremely soft yarns to make the softest sweaters and blankets. And you know how he loves pillows? Well I'd imagine that he’d also love the extremely thick, pillowy yarn. He uses it to make a huge blanket that enhances his pillow nest 10 fold. The day he got a giant roll of thick fluffy yarn he spent all day making a giant fluffy blanket out of it, and the following night shoving it in the birds and bats faces so they can experience the bliss that is the feeling of his new soft, pillowy creation.

Speaking of textures, Danny loves hoodies, especially his Batman hoodie(s). Not only so that he can physically show his appreciation for his family, but that they are warm and soft on the inside, and make him feel secure. His siblings have all gotten him their merch at one point or another, but it wasn't until Jason got him Red Hood merch in the form of a leather jacket did they realize that texture could be a problem. The inside was just not working for Danny, but he was happy to have merch so he tried to ignore it to make Jason happy. It lasted until dinner that night, Danny had a breakdown because the uncomfortable feel of the jacket was agitating him and suddenly the klinks of silverware on plates was to loud, the scrapes and stabs of forks hitting the plates felt like he was physically being hit on the head, and the vibration of the table when someone moved felt like pins and needles going through his arms that were resting on the table. It all became too much for him and he excused himself from the table with a wobbly chirp before promptly disappearing.

It wasn't until later that night, before Jason left, that he reappeared in front of him, tears in his eyes, and handed back the jacket with a guilty chirp. It took Jason some prodding to get Danny to explain why he was handing it back, and then when he finally understood it took a lot more convincing to get Danny to understand it's ok to not like the jacket, no i'm not mad at you, its ok. After he got Danny to calm down he left the manor and informed the rest of the group chat of the new development… and then got Danny another, comfier Red Hood jacket. Bruce, having autism himself (i'm not even sure if that's a headcanon or canon at this point), helps Danny in making sure he knows its ok to feel that way about certain textures and asks what textures he likes and doesn't like, even writes them down so when buying something online or getting something tailored, they can make sure it won't be uncomfortable. His siblings 100% take advantage of this list and start a sort of unspoken competition of who can buy Danny his favorite piece of merch.

Speaking of merch, he has a hoodie of every single Gotham vigilante and wears one almost 24/7. The media was given the vague explanation that Batman saved him from a physically abusive household at 10 (or whatever his age ends up actually being, they don't reveal his existence to the world until he's 12, where by that point he can change back into his human form comfortably. I'm making the assumption he eventually can for the au cus I don’t know everything) so they just assume it's hero worship from that. His siblings however know that it's because he loves them and thinks they're the coolest people ever. Everyone thinks he's adorable anyway. When he first saw Mourning Dove merch he was super excited, until he realized it would be too uncomfortable to wear. Later that week when Bruce gives him a tailor made Dove hoodie, he cried. (Bruce totally won the competition for it, the kids are just a little bitter about it)

Merch was made for him because Gotham does know Mourning Dove exists, mostly from eye witness accounts of the baddies he took down, but also from the literal one blurry video of him that exists. It shows Dove holding onto Batman's cape as Red Robin talks. This was taken on his first official patrol, so he was a little nervous. At first Gotham was mad at Batman for bringing yet another child into the fold, until all the criminals Dove brought in came back terrified. They realized they really should have learned their lesson from the latest Robin, and now just respect their funky shadow child.

However Dove doesn't actually come out all that often. He started his vigilante career because he got wrapped up in the supernatural side of Gotham, at first it was just helping the occasional stray ghost find their haunt, but you know how dangerous magic and the supernatural world can get in just the blink of an eye. Think Jujutsu Kaisen, he was able to see Gotham spirits causing and feeding off of citizens misery, and he just can't not help. When the Batfam realizes what he's doing, he's fully committed to helping the spirit of Gotham deal with her curse. They know there's nothing they can do to stop him, so they do the next best thing and give him armor, a mask and a weapon. They also up his training, which they had been doing before because… it's Gotham. So Mourning Dove doesn't actually come out as often as the others, just either when they're down on members, there's an emergency and need his powers, they want to teach him something, or when he just asks.

… Anyway, back on topic. Another way his autism affects him is making him mostly nonverbal/selectively mute. I'm making the assumption that they eventually do get his voice back, but at that point he can adequately communicate without his voice, using chirps and gestures. He knows now that if he needs to talk (talking to a stranger, needing to explain something more complicated, etc) he usually can. Usually. If he's stressed or uncomfortable in any way, he often finds that he can't talk. Thankfully he's been learning sign language for a few years now and can get across simple ideas and feelings just fine in a pinch. And sometimes, he doesn't even feel bad. And yet still, he can't find it in himself to speak. In those cases, if he needs to explain something complicated, he can write it down. He's gotten a lot better! And if he ever trips up, he can always look it up or use autocorrect if it's over text.

Another thing his trama definitely made a lot worse is that he has episodes of hypersensitivity. An analogy I once heard is that most minds are like doors, and most people can choose to shut the door on small pieces of information that are deemed unnecessary. Like the ticking of a clock, or the scratching of pencils around a classroom. But people with adhd can’t choose to closes those doors, and the flood of information can easily overstimulate us. With his super hearing this definitely becomes a problem, and I can only imagine it gets worse when in crowds. I actually already talked about this, with bad textures. Often we can ignore the extra sensory input and go on with our day, but when faced with something that agitates us, it opens the floodgates to make everything agitate us. The sounds of dinner don't usually annoy Danny, but with the extra bad sensory input that he just couldn't ignore, it made it so he couldn't ignore other pieces of input like usual, and it became too much for him. I usually counteract overstimulation by wearing headphones or earbuds, and while I know Danny definitely has noise canceling devices made for the supers with him 24/7 just in case, I think he deals with it, again, by controlling the texture of the cloths he’s wearing and using it to fidget. He counteracts the negative input by surrounding himself with positive input. If he's not in public or that doesnt work, he’ll curl up into himself and rock back and forth, countering the input with a soothing motion and clenching onto his skin like a stress ball. Of course, that's if Cujo, his service dog, isn't there to help him through it.

One thing that carries over into the future is his short attention span. curse you ADHD! He has trouble sitting still and concentrating on a task that doesn't interest him. However he still LOVES space, and often hyperfixates on it. He’ll sit in front of the tv or a tablet and watch documentaries for hours without moving an inch. The first time this happened the batfam where scared something was wrong, maybe he's having an episode and can't move? But when they approached him to see if he was alright he started wildly flapping his arms and letting out excited chirps, till he noticed the look on their face and got out his phone. An hour later he sent them a poorly written, excited and long text about his favorite star in the galaxy to the family group chat. Suffice it to say, space is his special interest. Since then they started using it as a way to get him to sit still or to distract him. Often it helps to play a documentary in the background while he does a task that doesn't interest him so he won't get so bored he up and leaves.

Last but not least, he has trouble understanding social cues. This is absolutely not helped by how sheltered he is in the social department. Danny's part ghost, and ghosts don’t really lie. It's just not a thing they do. They are loud and honest with their intentions, no beating around the bush. Danny just doesn't understand why people aren't straightforward as well. Danny is very honest and says exactly what he means. I always find this ironic when reading the actual story, that the one person in the family (minus Alfred) that's good at communicating can't talk. This is something that becomes an issue with Bruce and his habit of not using his words to talk. I'd like to imagine that, in trying to set a good example for his youngest son yet, he’d realize the importance of communication, and how he communicates.

You could argue that a lot of these traits come from his trauma, and you're absolutely right. It definitely contributes to making some of these traits a lot stronger than before in this au as well. However, I don't want to just make it all a trauma response because then it sort of implies something is… wrong with him. That there's something to fix. And I don't want him to be treated like that. There's nothing wrong with him liking hoodies. There's nothing wrong with him not wanting to talk. There's nothing wrong with him loving space so much. Those are just a part of who he is. Everyone has quirks, and those are his. I don't want the batfamily to obsess with fixing him, or try to make him “normal.” I want them to accommodate his needs like they do for everyone else in the family. I want them to accept him, and his flaws, like a normal person. Not look at him like he's broken. After everything, he deserves a family who accepts him, chirps and all.

Tldr of the last paragraph: making everything a trama thing makes people sad and want to help “fix” him instead of treating him like a normal person. I aint having that in my au so even if he wasn't hurt the way he was, he would still act like this. There's nothing wrong with Danny, he just needs to be accommodated for and treated like a normal person.

Bonus: close up and flat colors (idk if you can even see them but I am way more proud of those eyelashes than I have any right to be)

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moonlayl · 6 months

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This...got super long and to be clear nothing I have experienced nor will ever experience will come close to the horrors that Palestinians are facing right now. I just need to say that and make that clear, but these are just things I've been wanting to say for a while now.

Just a thought that came to my head, but I remember arguing with lots of liberals before about how I don't really support the idea that people shouldn't be able to say anything they want (except obviously spreading misinformation especially if you're in certain professions), even hate speech not because I ever want to hear hate speech, but because I can't trust any government to decide what hate speech is, and I was told to give an example

I remember at the time saying "what if one day, me speaking about Palestine starts to become classified as antisemitism or terrorism?"

I was told that was silly and would "obviously never happen" (I didn't believe them and called them naive at the time)

well....looking at certain countries right now, trying to ban Palestinian flags, ban common Palestinian/muslim sayings, ban any peaceful protest in favour of Palestine, even looking at imprisoning/fining people etc.... is kind of just proving my point.

Like most of us don't feel included or part of any western communities even if we're lived here our whole lives for so many reasons and it almost always boils down to us being Arabs/muslim.

can't speak for non Arabs and non muslims, but a lot of us feel this way.

seeing how fighting for the people who need it the most (2000+ Palestinians have been killed. 800 of them being children. 45 families completely wiped out, entire bloodlines, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins, children, nephews, nieces, grandchildren, etc....like this is actual genocide. their entire family tree has been completely wiped form existence) is being banned or branded as "terrorism", or we're losing our jobs, or we're being silenced, like it says a lot about theses countries and the governments that run them.

They tried to suspend humanitarian aid to innocent people of Gaza for the love of God!! Thank God there were 5 decent countries who voted no!

Israel gets away with every goddamn crime and ANY "condemnation" of any warcrime it commits is just talk, while they continue to aid and support it.

How am I supposed to trust these governments, and MY government to decide what's acceptable and what's not when I know that during the most critical moments that matter the most, they won't be on our side, and they'll side with oppressors because they themselves are just that? That the little I can actually do for Palestine and any other country could be completely taken away?

These are "democratic" countries by the way, or they're supposed to be, and sure we can challenge all these things but there are things even we can't do. the onslaught of propaganda shared everywhere by the same news stations that refuse to invite Palestinians (and refuse to air the few times they do) and refuse to fact check their content, or report on what's actually happening in Gaza, can't really be stopped. We can do our best to spread what's actually happening, and to correct false information, but the damages have been done.

And its getting harder and harder to hear form the people of Gaza because of the bombs, cut of electricity, cut off internet access, and also, you know, the fact that the people sharing news are being killed one by one.

There's also many social media platforms completely erasing anything about Palestine. suspending our accounts and hiding our posts. I can't believe I'm saying this but maybe it's a good thing Elon Musk took over twitter because at least I've been able to talk about Palestine as much as possible without nay censoring and I'm still able to. Palestinians are still able to share their stories and the reality yon there. And sin't that crazy? Elon musk is kind of doing something right???

And you know something else? Israel killed one of their own journalists, and those people weren't able to properly report on it. They couldn't directly say it was Israel that killed one of their own workers. Like....its crazy (and they're cowards). Israel also killed 12 UN workers.

That crime is not making as many headlines as the fake stuff did. Those "journalists" and "reporters" who repeated false information (that resulted in far too many people believing them and suddenly being okay with genocide) are still working. they still have a job and they're still out there spreading more propaganda.

this post isn't well written because I'm just putting out my thoughts and what I've witnessed but to make one thing clear, I won't ever silence my voice or allow anyone to silence my voice when it comes to something like this, and i'm not afraid of what they'll do, but isn't so fucked that I could actually lose my job and have trouble finding another one for supporting the oppressed? Like isn't that just..disgusting?

Like what's that supposed to tell me other than majority of western countries are against us? It's not exactly surprising because I've known this, but everyone being VERY open about it is kind of tough to witness ngl.

Like this is not a complicated issue. if you have any morals and you're not biased against Palestinians/arabs/muslims already, then this is a very clearcut case. Israel is an apartheid state. Israel is and has been committing genocide and ethnic cleansing for literal decades and its been doing it long before Hamas came into the picture. Israel's war crimes and treatment of Palestinians is the reason Hamas even exists in the first place. you can condemn Hamas while also recognising that Israelis have no right to that land and that nothing justifies their never ending crimes. Palestinians are demanding for their rights ot live, be citizens, have rights and freedoms, and have their land that was brutally taken from them. None of those things are unreasonable.

You know what is unreasonable? the world deciding Israel is suddenly gonna be a thing and expecting Palestinians to just be okay with it. You know what is unreasonable? Palestinians being painted as the bad guys for "not wanting to share" when they literally shouldn't have to (especially because of the obvious scams of all those "treaties" and "agreements" that all gave every benefit to Israel)

Like the whole world literally let this happen and supported it and cheered for it. Some stayed silent but are showing their real colours (which those of us who haven't been blind have already seen) now.

We've got girls crying about how "they want to kill us T-T" at a university campus because people were protesting in support of Palestine, while a six year old boy was killed in his own home for being Palestinian. In the same country.

We've got celebs talk about how scared THEY are while 800 Palestinian children have been murdered.

We've got celebs posting "pray for Israel" while using pictures of Gaza in ruins or Palestinian children looking at rockets in the sky.

It's insane.

We had a protest for Palestine the other day. People were telling us to go back to our country. They were telling Palestinians to go back to their country.

....that's....that's what they want? Like we're very much aware of how much we're not wanted here just to be clear, and Palestinians across the damn globe would do ANYTHING to be able to go live in their homeland. except they can't. Israel won't let them. That's part of what we're fighting for. Any jewish person can go get a citizenship easily in Israel (even if they've never stepped foot in the country and none of their ancestors had either) but people who were born in Palestine or who's family owns property there can't get it in at all. It's absolute insanity.

I'm not sure how to end this but on every level this has been horrific. But despite that, the propaganda, the genocide, the threats, the whole world being against us, that's not gonna stop us from fighting for the oppressed and standing up for them. It's not gonna stop us from going out into the streets and no words can explain the bravery of everyone who continues to stand with Palestine but especially to the Palestinians who continue fighting and resisting (despite everything they've been through). Continuing to use our voices, donating, protesting etc... is the absolute least we can do and its our responsibility. and I truly, from the bottom of my heart wish the absolute worst for everyone who disagree with this. Like you guys are gonna pay for it. Maybe not today maybe not for many years maybe only in the afterlife (because I do believe in it) but it's gonna happen and every Israeli supporter or zionist is gonna deserve every second of it.

If you're silent, if you try to throw the "two sides" bs, and if you try to act like Palestine and Israel are in any way equal, you're included in this.

You're part of the problem.

Silence is compliance.

And screw every government that supports Israel in any way. Screw the double standards, the hypocrisy and the absolute cruelty towards innocent Palestinians.

I can't speak for everyone else but no matter what happens moving forwards, I'm never gonna forget this and I'm never gonna forgive.

I'm gonna keep trying to do everything possible which unfortunately is not much and thats frustrating on every level but I'm gonna keep doing it. feel free to unfollow/block me, but I'm not gonna stay silent about this ever. and I'm not gonna entertain any bigot or zionists either. it's gonna be a straight up block.

my asks are open, and my page is currently full of information, this site is as well, but I'm not gonna entertain those who clearly care very little bout genocide, because if you haven't opened your eyes by now, I doubt anything I say will change that. you're welcome to go through my blog or send me a polite ask (can't promise I'll get to it right away but I'll try) but I'm not tolerating pointless arguments that are basically me just repeating that Palestinian people deserve to live in their own country with all their rights and freedoms while the other person disagrees. I prefer not to argue with those who are depraved.

#free palestine #layl.text #anti israel

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Play House Part 1

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Negan x Reader?

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Words: 4.7k

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: This is loosely based on S6E16 of TWD

The cold, damp dirt dug into her legs as bright lights blinded her from the group surrounding hers. The rips in her constantly worn jeans allowed bits of gravel to scrape at her skin.

She looked around her at her family, a man screaming at her when one of her hands slid into her jacket to rest on her bump as she stared out nervously at Daryl who's eyes were flicking back and forth between her and a man stood not far from him, "Hands where I can see 'em!".

She shakily pulled her hand away from her hidden stomach as she replaced it on her thigh. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She knew that there was some kind of conflict going on with another group, but Daryl told her that everything was fine, she just needed to stay out of it and focus on keeping herself and the baby safe. Which she surprisingly agreed with.

Then, suddenly, she was helping rush a sickly looking Maggie into the camper and sitting with her on the bed in the back, patting her forehead with a damp rag, telling her that everything would be ok.

She looked over at Eugene, he's face was bloody and battered and she knew that something was immediately up with him. Something about this whole thing was off.

"Now that we've got the whole gang!" The man who seemed to be second in command clapped his hands together, looking over her group, "Let's meet the man," He grinned before knocking on the door of a camper that was situated in front of everyone, blocking their path.

It only took a moment before a man walked out and waited in the dark, just beyond her sight, but she could immediately tell he was a larger man. She wrapped her arm around Maggie's, doing her best to hold the poor woman up as her legs shook beneath her, "Pissing our pants yet?" The man then walked towards the group and into the light, allowing everyone to finally put a face to the man who had been terrorizing anyone alive this side of the Mississippi.

"Boy, do I have a feeling we're gettin' close," He nodded, looking over each of them, licking his lips with a wolfish smile. His gaze slowed on her for moment longer, smirking, before he continued on with his 'bad guy speech', "Yep... It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon," He smiled wider.

A bat, wrapped in bobbed wire, was balanced on his leather clad shoulder as he paced back and forth in front of the group. His eyes always connected to someone else's, "Which one of you pricks is the leader?" His smile dropped a little as a man spoke up behind the group, pointing to Rick.

The man in charge, moved to stand directly in front of Rick, looking down over him, "Hi. You're Rick right? I'm Negan," He finally introduced himself, "And I do not appreciate you killing my men," Somehow, even with his smile completely gone, his dimples pressed firm into his cheeks giving him an erie sense of innocence.

"Also, when I sent my people to kill your people, for killing my people... You killed more of my people. Not cool," He said smoothly, shaking his head like a disapproving parent, "Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is," Negan continued to speak to Rick in a soft tone, which freaked Y/n out more than it would if the man was just out front violent.

"But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly," He said in a menacing tone as Rick finally looked up at him. The entire time that Y/n had known Rick, she had never seen him as scared as he looked in this moment and it only made her anxiety worse.

She looked back over to Daryl, waiting for him to look at her, and when he finally did she uttered the words, "I love you," to him, having a gut feeling that something really bad was about to happen.

"What was that, sweetheart?" Negan asked Y/n, squatting down in front of her, "Got somethin' you'd like to say?" He grabbed her face and at that moment Daryl lunged at him, grabbing onto his shoulders and throwing him back onto his ass, but before Daryl had the chance to do anything further, he was being pulled back by two large men, one pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head.

"No!" She screamed out, letting go of Maggie and going to stand to rush forward but Rick grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her back down, shaking his head at her.

Negan looked between the couple, rubbing at his face before he stood with a shake of his head, "Put him back in the truck," He told the men holding him to drag a fighting Daryl away, "And don't kill him, got special plans for that asshole," The leader chuckled, watching them drag away the fearless man.

Negan's words simultaneously calmed and stressed Y/n out, "So is that your man or somethin?" He asked her, standing back to his full height and staring down at her, "He's a fighter, I'll give him that. But he will be payin' for that one sweetheart," He winked at her, sending chills down her spine.

"So here's how this is gonna go," Negan continued, looking over everyone, "Y'all give me your shit... Or I will kill you," He said in a serious tone and she knew that in this world, that was a very real threat. "Today was career day," He said with a big, toothy grin, "We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do," He began his slow pacing once more, "You work for me now," He said, pointing his bat out at Rick, "You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job," He said looking straight at Rick.

"Now... I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow," He said, sounding almost empathetic, "But swallow it, you most certainly will," He told the group firmly, his eyes scanning each one of them to be sure he was being heard before going back to stand in front of Rick, "You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe," She could hear the humor in his tone and scowled deeply while watching the truck that held Daryl, "But you're not. Not even close. In fact you are pegged. More pegged if you don't do what I want and what I want, is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later," He confirmed, turning and moving out towards the center of the group.

"This," He spread his arms out, "Is your way of life now," That's when Y/n started to block him out. Thinking of anyway she could get back to Daryl before Negan came to stand in front of Maggie, drawing her attention to them.

"Jesus," He huffed out, looking over Maggie with a look of disgust, "You look horrible... I should just put you out of your misery right now," He nodded raising his bat above his head as Maggie stared up at him, mustering a brave face as Y/n's eyes grew wide.

"No! No!" Glenn yelled out, hopping up and pulling a hidden knife from his boot, running at Negan before a man tackled him to the ground and started landing blows to his face.

"Stop it!" Maggie cried out weakly, falling forward and reaching for Glenn as tears ran down her face. His eyes quickly becoming swollen and purple as blood poured out of him, "Please!" She cried out, Y/n and Abraham holding onto her as best they could.

"Nope," Negan shook his head, an angered expression taking over his face, "Nope, get him back in line. The man beating Glenn stood off of him and dragging him back to his spot, Glenn mumbling out incoherently as he looked for Maggie who was sobbing as she reached out for him.

Y/n could faintly make out begging, "Don't... Please don't..." As he was being held up by a man before he was dropped back into the dirt.

Negan just chuckled and shook his head, "Alright listen. I'm pretty much over gettin' attacked tonight so... The next one of ya to try is gonna get Lucille to the head," Lucille? Did he name his bat? "Sucks, don't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit," He said, looking right at Rick who's head was hanging low. At this point everyone had tears streaming down their faces.

Negan looked between Rick and Carl for a moment before a smile took over his face and he pointed his bat at the younger man, "This is your kid right? This is definitely your kid," He chuckled, using the tip of his bat to lift the edge of Carl's hat.

"Just stop this!" Rick screamed out, finding some kind of courage when Negan began to mess with his son.

"Hey!" Negan hollered back, whipping around to look at Rick, "Don't make me kill the little future serial killer," He frowned, his bat staying pointed at Carl and Rick immediately shut up, "Don't make it easy on me," Negan grinned once again, dropping his bat once he saw Rick backing down, "I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waitin' for me to order," He threw his bat back onto his shoulder and went back to pacing and staring everyone down, whistling a tune that Y/n swore she was familiar with.

"I simply cannot decide," He shook his head, stopping in the middle of the group once more, "I got an idea," He chuckled, a devilish smile covering his face.

"Eenie... Meenie..." Y/n knew then what he was doing as he hovered his bat above each person's head, "Ya know what..." He paused, biting into his lip as his bat hovered over her head, "This just don't feel right without the whole gang," He grinned and Y/n's face paled, "Bring the big man back out,"

"No, no please," Y/n pleaded reaching out to grab onto Negan's pant leg and he raised his hand to stop his man from grabbing Daryl, "Please. You can't kill him," Y/n knew she'd never make it in this world without him, and therefore neither would their baby.

"And why not?" He humored her, finding her desperation appealing, "You're seriously gonna try and tell me what to do?" He chuckled out, looking at a few of the men behind the group that chuckled along.

"I'm pregnant," She told him, pulling back her jacket to expose her round stomach, hoping that somehow it would appeal to his human side. If he even had one, "Daryl's the father. I-We need him," She pleaded, praying that it would work in her favor.

"You gotta be shittin' me," Negan grinned rubbing at his chin before kneeling in front of her, "How far along?".

"I'm due in about a month," She told him honestly.

He grinned wider before grabbing her arm and lifting her from her knees as he stood, receiving a worried look from the rest of the group, "Forget Daryl, load her up, take her home and make sure she has everything she needs," Negan told the second in command, passing her off as Rick watched the interaction closely, his heart pounding.

Y/n looked over her shoulders, tripping over her feet as she tried to catch a final glimpse of what was going on before she was put in a large truck and the door was slammed on her face.

Another man hopped in silently and started the truck as Y/n stared out the sideview mirror at her group, "Where are you taking me?" She asked nervously once her family was out of sight.

She received no response, "Please tell me where you're taking me," She tried again, but to no avail.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. She desperately tried to stay awake, hoping she could at some point escape and find her way back home, but unfortunately she found herself drifting off, and when she opened her eyes she was in a dim room on a large bed.

She looked around, frightened, "Hello?" She called out, wondering if anyone else was with her but she never got an answer so she assumed she was alone.

Creeping out of the bed, she immediately went for the door, but when she tried to open it, it was locked. She turned and went for the window instead but noticed that there was metal bars trapping her in.

She began to pound on the door, screaming for help, for someone to let her out or at least tell her what was going on, but she only got someone pounding back and telling her to shut the hell up.

She sat back on the bed, looking at her hands as she thought of what to do when her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since yesterday and it was only a small meal of an apple and a piece of toast. She looked at the nightstand next to her bed and licked her lips, seeing a plate of breakfast sat their for her.

Eggs, toast, and something she hadn't seen in a very long time, bacon. Her mouth watered, but she refrained, her fear of being poisoned to strong.

She looked behind her and noticed another door. How had she not noticed this before? Quickly standing, she moved over to it and swung it open. To her disappointment, it opened up to a bathroom, she sighed and moved into the room, knowing that it had been a good few hours since she had gone to the bathroom so hopefully their plumbing worked.

Finishing up, she moved to the sink in the room, turning on the water and looking at herself on the mirror. She was a mess. Dirty, tear streaks on her face, mousy hair, clothes covered in dirt and blood.

She washed her hands and moved back into the main room, going to the dresser, hoping that there was at least some clean clothes waiting there for her. To her surprise, their were some clean shirts and a few pairs of women's underwear along with some boxers.

So grabbed and shirt and a pair of boxer shorts before moving back to the bathroom and locking herself in. After a long, hot shower, she felt slightly better. At least she wasn't dirty anymore.

She dried off and dressed in the clothes that were offered to her before walking back into the main room, "Damn you look good all cleaned up," A deep voice spoke making her jump as she looked to the owner who was sat on the couch in the room.

"Negan..." She growled out, "Where the hell are we?" She demanded, keeping her distance from him.

"We're at the Sanctuary," He chuckled with a smile, gesturing around, "Obviously,".

"The Sanctuary?" She asked, having no clue what that even was, "Where's Daryl?" She immediately asked, knowing Negan had plans to bring him here aswell.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. He's safe, promise," He smiled and she for some reason, didn't believe him at all, "You however... I have a job for you," He told her, standing and moving closer, making her take a step back.

"Easy gorgeous," He put a hand out towards her, his other hand reaching for the door, "I will be right back. You just wait here," He told her before leaving the room and stepping out into the hallway and out of her sight.

Y/n quickly pulled her dirty pants back on, looking for a weapon or anything she could use to attack Negan once he reentered, but she had no time as he stepped back into the room, his back to her.

With Y/n backed up against the window, her eyes wide and confused Negan tucked the small bundle closer to himself, staying wary of how she might react. She had been through a lot today and after the show he had put on earlier, he was sure that she was freaked out.

Nonetheless, he turned away and saw her expression soften slightly when she saw what was is in his arms, "What's that..?" She mumbled out quietly, keeping her distance from him but he could see the curiosity in her eyes and it made him smile.

"This," Negan pulled back the edge of the blanket to reveal the sleeping face of a baby, "Is your new job," He explained, moving closer to her to hand off the baby to her carefully.

She quickly took the baby, not wanting to refuse it and leave it in Negan's arms to do whatever he pleased with it, "Her name is Amy and you will be taking care of her from now on," Negan told her, taking a step back to give them their space as he watched Y/n look over the baby closely.

"Where's her mother?" Y/n immediately asked, hoping this wasn't some kind of sick plot just to trap her here. She didn't know Negan, but he definitely seemed like the kind of man to steal a baby.

"Well, she didn't make it," Negan said solemnly, taking a seat on the couch and watching Y/n hold the practically newborn baby in her arms, "She was a friend of mine and she didn't survive the birth," He explained in honesty.

Y/n stared out at him for a moment, "Isn't there another woman here that can take care of her?" She asked him confused, surely he hadn't kidnapped her just so she could babysit, "What about the father?".

"When the mother showed up here she was already pregnant. No sign of dad," Negan told her, which was also the truth, he saw no point in lying to the woman considering she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon regardless of the baby.

He stepped out into the hallway for a moment before coming back into the room with a baby bag and tossing it on the bed next to Y/n, "That is all the formula we have. Should last about a month," He told her, hoping she'd catch onto what that meant but she simply raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed deeply, "When that runs out we're gonna need something to feed Amy with,".

Y/n's eyes widened when she caught onto what he meant by that and she scoffed, "So I'm supposed to be some kind of cow?" She asked and Negan chuckled slightly but she didn't find it funny at all, staring out at the leader with a nasty glare.

"No, sweetheart, you're supposed to be some kind of mother," He told her, "Listen, I won't force you to do this or stay here. But I'm not gonna help you leave either," He told her honestly and he knew that she'd never be able to get out of this place without his help.

Y/n thought for a long moment, looking over Amy. She knew that she'd never be able to turn away a child in need, but she needed to know her options, "And if I don't take her?" She asked, looking back up at Negan.

"Well you have two options," Negan nodded, grabbing his bat which made her incredibly nervous, "One; you become a Savior and work for your place here like everyone else. Or... Two; you become one of my wives and live a life of luxury, sharing a room with the rest of my wives," Negan grinned at her at the mention of her second option, not entirely hating the idea of it.

Y/n scowled in disgust before looking back at Amy and she knew what she was going to choose, "I'll take care of Amy," She told Negan, not looking over at him and he stood and clapped his hands together, "On a few conditions," She flicked her eyes up to his finally and he looked at her with a quirked brow, "Amy and I get our own room, you tell me where Daryl is and you leave Rick and everyone else alone,".

Negan nodded his head for a moment while sucking on his cheeks, "Well the first two I have no problem doin' for ya," He smiled at her, "But the third one? No can do. Rick and that group are a good alliance. It's a contractual agreement," He explained to her watching her face contort into anger for a moment before she looked away from him.

Negan could tell looking at her that she had no part in anything that went on last night and he hated that she had to bare witness to it. She was just a young woman who had gotten wrapped up with the wrong group. Negan would've loved to have found her before Rick did, but oh well. He has her now.

"Anyways," Negan announced, letting her take in his words, "I'm off to go get all your shit rounded up," He told her, grabbing his jacket in his free hand as she watched him carefully, "You wait here and I'll be back in no time," He promised before heading out of the room and locking the door behind him.

Y/n let out a long uneven breath that she had been holding for quite some time as she looked down at the fussing bundle in her arms, she stood and tried to shush Amy but to no avail.

She laid her down and checked her diaper, seeing it was clean as the newborn began to scream her head off. Making sure Amy was secure on the bed, she dug through the baby bag, grabbing out a bottle and a can of formula, dumping some of the powder into the bottle before pouring in some warm water from the sink in the bathroom because there was no microwave in the room.

Y/n tested it on her wrist and when she deemed it a good temperature, she scooped up Amy in her arms and bounced her gently, resting the nipple of the bottle on her lips, waiting for her to latch on and once she did, her whining came to a slow stop before her eyes fluttered shut and she nursed away, "What am I gonna do?" Y/n wondered aloud, sitting down on the couch with the small baby in her arms.

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It was several hours before Negan stepped back into the room, seeing Y/n laying back on the couch, Amy fast asleep on her chest and he smiled at the sight, "Everything's ready for ya," He told her and watched her slowly stand up so she didn't disturb the sleeping baby, "You could still stay in here with me, ya know?" Negan spoke up, watching her grab the baby bag and her eyes shot to his with a dark glare.

He wasn't sure what it was but he was definitely drawn to Y/n, she somehow reminded him of his Lucille. Plus he had always wanted a baby and with her, he could have two, "Go to hell," She hissed at him, moving past him towards the door and he scowled deeply before turing around and opening the door roughly, placing a hand on her back and gently shoving her out of his room.

"Simon," Negan called out to the man, standing next to his door, grabbing his full attention, "Take Y/n and Amy to their room," Negan demanded and when Simon's eyes fell on her, she felt and awful shiver run up her spine, something was seriously off with that guy and she nearly found herself asking Negan to take her instead, but before she could say anything, the leader was off in another direction and Simon was smiling down at her.

"Follow me," He said before walking past her and down a long corridor with doors covering each side of the hall. "You seem to have caught the bosses attention," Simon threw over his shoulder at her as she looked around, thinking about making a run for it, but then she noticed the pistol strapped to Simon's hip.

"I'm a good resource," Y/n shrugged quietly, adjusted Amy in her arms as she studied all the sounds coming for the rooms that she could make out, hoping that maybe she'd hear Daryl.

Simon scoffed as he stopped in front of a door, pulling a piece of wire with keys on it from his pocket, "Yeah right," He said as he unlocked the door and opened it, standing beside it as he waited for her to step inside and she did while keeping a close eye on the strange man.

"That door there is the bathroom," He pointed to the only other door in the room before moving towards the fridge that was there, "And Negan put this and a microwave in here so you can keep whatever you need close by. That dresser has some clothes for you and the baby in it and the closet has extra towels and blankets," He finished as he stared at her with expectant eyes, yet all she did was stare back for a long moment, waiting for him to leave.

Finally he huffed and rolled his eyes, making his way to the door before mumbling under his breath, "Ungrateful bitch," And stepping out into the hallway, closing the door behind himself.

Y/n quickly stood and locked the door, knowing that he could easily come back in if he wanted to but it still gave her some kind of reassurance. She looked around and noticed the crib and rocking chair in the same place that the couch was in Negan's room. Walking over to the crib, she laid Amy down in it and looked at the desk nearby that had a box of diapers under it and a thing of wipes on top of it, a thin, pink blanket laying over the wood and she assumed it was a makeshift changing table.

Y/n quickly organized the contents of the baby bag into the desk before sitting down it the rocking chair, taking a deep breath before grabbing fistfuls of her hair and yanking on it, a few tears slipping down her face as she thought about the past 24 hours.

Everything had spiraled downwards so quickly and she found herself feeling ridiculously sick. She prayed that her family was ok, prayed that Daryl was ok. She missed him desperately. Since she had met up with the group back at the prison, she hadn't separated from Daryl. They became fast friends and she instantly trusted him because he had saved her. It didn't take long for their friendship to progress into something more.

Thinking about it made her give a teary eyed smile to herself. She looked over at Amy, trying to convince herself that this would somehow all be ok and that's when a knock came to her door, startling her.

She made her way over to it and slowly unlocked it and opened it, coming face to face with a man she'd never seen before and she quickly went to shut the door once again, "Wait!" He called out quietly, pushing back on the door to keep it open, "I just have a letter for you from, Daryl," He told her and she quickly stopped what she was doing to crack the door back open and look over the man.

He had longish, blonde hair and what seemed to be a giant burn mark over half his face. His hand reached out and a small piece of paper was held between his fingers, "If you want him to stay in one piece, I was never here," He told her ominously before handing her the note and swiftly walking away.

She watched him for a moment before looking at the paper in her hand and suddenly nothing mattered. She shut the door and locked it before moving to sit on the edge of the bed and open the messily folded paper.

'I love you. Im ok. I will find you. -Daryl'

Was all that was written there, but she knew it was his handwriting and tears sprung to her eyes as she reread it over and over again.

She knew Daryl was a man of his word and no matter how long it took, he would find her.

Tag List:

Team Daryl/Norman: @ynreaderlol

Team Jeffery/Negan/John: @naughtyneganjdm

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panicfanatic · 6 months

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What A Blessing (To Meet Someone Like You).

I'd never really processed just how much my life was set to change after I'd left school. I suppose five years of sitting through the same classes with the same people all day five days a week does make it hard to acknowledge that one day, you will sit your exams, go to prom, and then never look back. You get a job, start earning money, then before you know it, you're moving out of your childhood home. You get your own place, and even though it's just some shitty flat in central London, it's your shitty flat in central London, and you're proud of it. You try your best to keep in touch with old friends, but eventually there will come a day where you get a new phone, and while you're transferring all of the contacts from your old one, you forget to add a few numbers; the numbers of people you once saw every day, but now only speak to on Christmas and birthdays. If you can even remember the latter. You grow up, and enter the world as an adult. It's bittersweet, but time marches on, and your life as you knew it begins to shape into something else entirely. This was the truth I had to deal with. I left school, and enrolled in college, then in the blink of an eye, I was graduating university with an English Language degree and buying my own place two hundred miles away from my parents. I stopped speaking to friends from school, and I began living my new life.

Which leads me up to now. I sit at the kitchen table in my tiny flat, sighing as a headache begins to form behind my eyes. I stare blankly at the screen of my ancient laptop, silently willing the words to write themselves. I'd never managed to do much with my English degree, and now I sit here with a job at a tabloid newspaper that I secretly hate, wishing I could move on to bigger and better things. Instead of publishing gripping romance novels for the masses to read and love, I spend my time writing about music and celebrities and sports and things I really couldn't give any lesser shits about. It's my only source of income, however, so there isn't much I can do. I barely constitute as a journalist, even though that is supposedly my job title.

I would write those gripping romance novels, but the prospect of sharing my prose with anyone, even my closest family and friends, fills me with such terror that I can't bring myself to send an email to the publisher's office, like I've been planning on doing for months now. Every time I hover the cursor over the 'Send' button, I freeze with horror and close out of the tab. It's sort of like stage fright but for nerds.

I leave the block of flats and cross the road, my feet subconsciously carrying me towards the coffee shop on the corner that I frequently visit. I enter the small, cosy shop, smiling softly at the gentle scent of coffee beans and spiced syrups hit my nose. The shop is warm, and I already feel more at ease as I approach the counter. I give my order, then wait for my drink to be made. I quickly pay for it and bring it to one of the tables in the corner, near another table where a tall guy with fluffy brown hair and circular glasses sits, long legs stretched out and a book in his hand. I don't catch much of his face, as his nose is buried in the book (it appears to be a notebook of some sort, but I can't really tell), but he seems to have nice taste- he wears a cable-knit sweater with black pants, and his black rain-coat hangs over his chair. I glance away as I sit down, pulling out my phone. I scroll mindlessly through Twitter, and I actively feel my brain becoming numb as my eyes skim over the latest celebrity drama that I'm undoubtedly going to be asked to write about within the next week. I sip my coffee absently, idly wondering why I pay so much for it every day when my income isn't exactly as disposable as I'd like to believe. I push the thought away, allowing myself to just enjoy my regular spiced latte, because you only live once, right? So what if I go bankrupt over coffee? I'm going to die one day, anyway. It won't matter then, will it?

I almost jump when I get a notification from my closest friend, Angelica. (She often goes by Angel to those closest to her, which is ironic, considering she is anything but). I open the message, and I don't know whether to be disappointed or amused at the image she's sent. It's some stupid meme she probably got from Tiktok, and I roll my eyes fondly as I type my response. 'What the fuck. Weirdo.' Her response is simply dripping with disdain, and I laugh softly under my breath. After a moment's hesitation, I ask her if she wants to meet up. Her reply is immediate: 'Of course.' I tell her where I am, and she promises to be here in ten minutes, tops. I know it will take her at least twenty, but I let myself believe her as I order her a drink.

It does indeed take her around twenty minutes to arrive, and she collapses into the chair opposite me. "You got me a drink." Is all she says as she gulps down at least half of the coffee. "I did. I owed you off last week." I shrug, taking in my best friend's features. Her hair is a wild mess of caramel-coloured curls, matching her light brown skin. Her almost-jasmine eyes are bright, as always, and her full lips are set in a smirk. "Oh, so it's not from the kindness of your heart then. I see how it is." She rests her chin in her hands, her bright eyes meeting mine. "How you doing, anyway? You still on that magazine shit?" "Yes, I am still on that magazine shit. Unfortunately." I sigh softly as I drain my glass. "What about you? Still living off your dad?" She snorts. "Nah. He made me get a job. Bullshit, if you ask me." "No way you have a job." I gape at her. "What is it?" "I work in a music studio now. Producing, and shit. It's actually quite fun. Plus I get money for it, so." She huffs out a laugh. "Well, glad to know one of us is enjoying their job." I laugh, then add, "So, when did you start this?" "About a month ago. I think I forgot to tell you." Angel's always been like this, ever since school. She's the only person I kept contact with from school, and never once has she changed. God, her whole house could burn down and she'd forget to tell me. I suppose she just assumes I already know, on some sort of spiritual level, everything that's happening in her life in real time. "Of course." I roll my eyes fondly.

"We had a band in, last week. Lovejoy, they said their name was. The music they were making is pretty good, actually. The sort of thing you'd enjoy." She hums softly. "Yeah, and they're doing a show soon. You should go. You need a break, anyway." "Hm. Maybe, I'll think about it." I fall silent for a moment, the name of the band ringing a bell. Lovejoy... "Promise me you'll go. You overwork yourself, and you're clearly sick of your job." Angel stares at me intently, her gaze piercing, and I find myself nodding. "Okay, okay, I'll go. What did you say the name of the band was again?" I pull up my notes app so I can write a reminder in my phone to buy tickets and research the band. "Lovejoy." Angel supplies as I type it into my phone. "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere..." I trail off as I search my mind. I catch glimpses of dining tables and empty word documents, of frustrated sighs and coffee shop visits. What was the article I was supposed to be writing about again? Some up-and-coming internet band? "I think I'm meant to be writing an article on them and interviewing them." "Oh my God, then going to the show is the perfect opportunity!" Angel grins widely at me. The fluffy-haired guy gets to his feet, but I don't watch him leave and instead turn my eyes back to Angel. "Sure." I smile back, allowing myself the slightest bit of excitement that I'll get to see a concert and get some work done in the same night. Maybe a tabloid magazine isn't so bad after all.

Even after eight years of not being a secondary school student, my lack of work ethic has always remained the same. I shamelessly went straight to my bedroom after re-entering my flat and pulled up my favourite film on my laptop instead of doing any sort of work. I can feel my old teachers looking down on me, even from here. I shrug off the guilt and get comfortable in my pyjamas, and even take the liberty to make myself a hot chocolate while I burrow under the many blankets of my warm, comfy bed. So what if I have a night off? It's not like I do it every we- oh, wait, I do. Whoops.

After the film has ended, I pull up Lovejoy's website, searching for tickets to their show. I find the show nearest to me and quickly buy myself a ticket,satisfied with myself; this counts as work. I'm going to the show to interview the band I'd been asked to interview. Buying tickets counts as working. Or at least preparing to work. I'm telling myself this now so that when I fall asleep later with my laptop still open on my lap, I can feel a little less bad about it.

I give a few of their songs a listen, and I find that Angel, as usual, was correct; it is the sort of stuff I enjoy. I fall asleep to one of them named 'Taunt,' and I feel a strange sense of warmth as I slip into the land of dreams.

#lvjy #lovejoy #normal people things #will gold #mark boardman #ash kabosu #ao3 fanfic #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot

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heavensbeehall · 21 hours

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my elaborate mags headcanon

eta: lol i have edited this like five times to add details that I forgot.

Sixteen-year-old Mags Flanagan lives with her elderly grandmother who suffers from dementia, one-armed uncle (he lost it in the war but made the mistake of telling Peacekeepers a shark bit him) and cousin and is Reaped for the 11th Annual Hunger Games. She strongly suspects the Capitol-loyal Mayor of choosing children from Rebel families on purpose (he is naive in thinking eventually the Capitol will be appeased). Her Uncle feels incredibly guilty about her predicament. Her lobsterman cousin must race back from waters near District 13 (aka Maine) to look after the grandmother who should not be left alone. We learn the people of District 4 have always known District 13 was not destroyed (they can see it from their boats).

The small, redheaded girl has little hope of winning, especially compared to her tall, athletic District Partner, Tack, who is surprisingly easy to talk to and willing to team-up with Mags. She had thought him a bit of a jock. Tack's family were also Rebels and he has A Lot of Opinions on how the Capitol uses terror to keep the districts down. He would prefer to die at Mags' hands, or any other tribute than the muttations like the snakes that got Coral the year previous. He knows several District 4 kids who had nightmares about the snakes. He is very high minded, so obviously he will die. (Tack is blonde and has a polisci major vibe.)

Mags is more like Katniss in that she just wants to get back to her grandma. (She's old and might wander off a cliff!) But she does see his points.

Locked in cages, the tributes are interviewed by "the Gamemaker boy" (Snow), and Mags watches him very carefully as he charms some of the other tributes, particularly the female ones. Mags is, for once, grateful to be a lesbian because she forms a bond with Tigris, who is hired to make the tributes look presentable for the interviews, instead--both queer, both raised by their grandmothers and close to a cousin. She comes to realize Snow and Gaul never intend to stop the Hunger Games. She sees darkness in him and thinks he distrusts women (reader will know this is baggage from tbosas), thinking they are manipulative.

The Tributes are thrown into the ampitheater arena (same as 10 and prior) but it has been gutted and circus-themed, then filled with freakish muttations. There are different "rings" where different mutts are located. Mags and her partner work together and survive the lions, bears and--finally--an electric eel (as seen at the end of TBOSAS movie) which Mags evades mainly due to her ability to hold her breath for several minutes thanks to years of freediving in District 4. She is greatly affected by Tack's death.

When she emerges from the arena, she finds Snow made himself (the Ringmaster)--not the tributes--the star of the show, for political advantage. Mags is rarely allowed to speak in public--though her image is widely used for publicity purposes (see Capitol Couture) though Mags thinks it is Tigris who really made her striking. But she has a falling out with Tigris because she takes a dim view of Coriolanus, whom Tigris still thinks will stop the Games once he has more power.

Mags returns to 4 determined to spend as many good moments as she can with her grandmother (who no longer recognizes her, but that is okay because they are together) and hopes to prepare the children of 4 for the ongoing "forever war." She speaks out about her experience in the Capitol at events in 4 and eventually over the shipboard radios (mags basically goes on a podcast). Most people in 4 don't have TVs. Snow has her silenced with a poison that immobilizes much of her face. She helps her cousin run for Mayor in the hopes of finding a "better way" to chose kids for the Hunger Games--though she does not think any child should go only knows that it's not going to stop.

Slight Mags/Tigris but it doesn't work out. Epilogue set after the 70th Games, where Annie's disorientation reminds her of her grandmother. Annie very much wanted to be like the Mags of the posters the Capitol produced when she volunteered. But Mags knows that version of Mags was just an illusion. And Mags understands why the death of Annie's district partner nearly destroyed her. Themes about perception and reality, dementia, psychotic breaks etc.

Even though Mags' grandmother didn't know who she was at the end, it didn't matter so long as she felt safe and happy. Annie and Finnick give her a sense of family that she thought she had lost when her wife (who was not Tigris but that is okay) was killed by Snow. She is happy in this moment.

#mags flanagan #district 4 #i started writing this as a fic #but sigh #i know i will never finish #odesta #finnick odair #annie cresta #tigris snow

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hey, I think I've read everything you've written, and every time I'm left speechless, especially the last one you did about tom big brother and the little sister who suffers from sh, this has entered my heart. I'm here to ask you if you could do another one on the same topic and in the same way. If you don't feel like doing it, that's fine anyway. thanks in any case. a hug❤️

Sure sweetie

Summary: your brother Tom senses that something had gone horribly wrong in your life

Tw: self harm

You should’ve expected this, you’ve missed dinner three times this month, you usually go to spend a day or two in his apartment when you’re in London but no your dumb self was avoiding your brother like the plague.

Now he’s standing outside your dear frowning and old a bag of groceries in his hand.

"I know I’m not the best cook but this is offensive at this rate" he said sarcastically.

You swallowed and took the bag from his hand "You shouldn’t have came all this way…"

Tom sighs and walks into your hotel room anyways, he looks around for a minute before taking a seat next to the window, the room itself wasn’t that big, you couldn’t afford anything fancy, London was too expensive for you.

"Why haven’t I seen you at all? I called and you didn’t answer, I text and you reply with ok or sure then never show up or make some excuses, is there something going on with you? I’m your brother you know"

You just shrugged, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, you’ve been crying all day and your throat felt dry, it was a pleasing that he had came after you cleaned up and washed your hair.

Tom didn’t seem so fond of your silence and stood up, he put his hands on your shoulders and made you look at him.

"Tell me what’s wrong….please, I don’t know what’s going on with you and it’s making me worried"

"It’s nothing Tom, I’m just under the weather"

"I don’t lie when you lie to me…you can trust me you know, I’m also your best friend not just your brother"

There was silence before your tears fell down, you hid your face behind your hands and sobbed.

Tom’s stood up and walked up to you then hugged you tight "please, just tell me what’s wrong….I beg you"

You sniffed and shook your head, you were scared of telling him, you didn’t know what his reaction would be and it scared you.

"Whatever it is I will not judge you, I promise"

"Tom it’s awful…you can’t even imagine it’s just-"

"Show me and I’ll decide if it is awful or not"

You pulled away from and tried wiping your tears with the sleeves of you top but the tears wouldn’t stop so you just gave up and rolled up your sleeves to reveal the damage you’ve made.

He gasps and looks in terror at the long scars across your skin "….oh my…my…" he was lost at words, speechless and defeated looking.

He made you want to cry even more "I told you it was bad…Tom you should leaves-"

"Does anyone knows?" He asked breathlessly.

"…no"

He takes a deep breath and reaches his hands towards you, he touches the broken skin and runs his finger over the scars "are you planning to get help?"

"No will want to deal with this…Tom it’s only me who’s-"

"I will…have you faith in your own family?" You shook your head and smiled sadly.

"It’s not that Tom but you know how people are…"

"Well I’m not people I’m your brother and you should know better than to…hide such a thing, I was worried sick about you"

"I’m sorry…"

Tom sighs and pulled you into another hug, he puts his hand on top of your head and ruffles your hair "Just shut up and remember people care about you, I care about you, ok?"

"…ok."

#imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelson #tw: mental health #tw: self harm

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Spell, part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x unnamed OFC

Summary: OFC arrives in King’s Landing

Warning: Smut.

.Part 2

“I am very glad you are here,” Aemond said, offering his hand for his betrothed to alight from her carriage.

She smiled at him, a little tired from the travel, “thank you, Prince Aemond. I am glad to be done with those wretched roads.” She allowed him to escort her inside, where the rest of the family waited.

The Dowager Queen approached, hands clasped in front of her. “We are delighted to receive you,” she smiled tightly, “there is much to talk about.”

* * * * *

She had to be joking. The Dowager Queen Alicent, who spoke and walked like she had a pole up her backside, was telling her about the lessons that had been planned.

“Your Grace, my instruction in the Faith of the Seven was finished long ago,” she replied. She was sitting across the Dowager Queen and her father, while Aemond sat next to her.

“Nevertheless,” Alicent continued, “things you might have learned, beliefs you might now have, should not be above the true faith.” She looked from her son to her father before looking back at her. “I will leave you to rest before dinner.” Alicent took a couple of steps towards the door before tripping on a rug, and immediately turned to look at her son before her angry gaze landed on her. After a few seconds, she turned and left.

* * * * *

Once in her rooms, she rubbed her face. Religious instruction? Every morning at sun up she would be getting up to meet with one of the Septas and spend three hours going over old texts. Over her own damn, dead body.

“Are you settling in all right?”

She turned to see Aemond standing at the doorway. Before she could speak, he raised a hand.

“I will speak to mother. There is no reason for these idiotic lessons.”

She didn’t say she hadn’t planned on going, in any case, but looked at him, considering. “Am I going to be blamed for every mishap in the Red Keep?” At least he had the grace to look embarrassed. “Every time someone bumps their head, every time someone catches their slipper on a rug, every time-”

“You will not.” The terror he had initially felt around her had turned into wariness, but he was sure she had not caused his mother to trip. He might not know this woman well, but he did not see her as petty. And it had to be unnerving to have everyone look at her as if she was an oddity. He knew that well.

Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair. “It matters not, I have endured worse than her.”

Aemond stepped into the room. “I did not bring you here to endure.”

She stood, then, tired of pretending everything was perfectly normal. “Then why did you bring me? Why are you marrying me?”

“I told you. You intrigue me.”

“If that is all it takes for you to propose, then clearly you have not met many people.”

He approached her slowly, stroking a hand down her arm. “There is something between us, something that pulls me to you and keeps me on edge. Yes, you intrigue me. Yes, grandfather wants your House allied to ours. But there is more and all I know is that I do not want you to be miserable here.” He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

“That is a good start, then.”

“A better start,” he said, pulling her along, “would be you going with me to meet Vhagar.”

* * * * *

There was a grassy area behind the dragon pit where Aemond’s dragon roamed. She could hear the beast stomping around and her heartbeat began to race. Maybe the Dowager Queen would appear and make Aemond burn her to death.

“She will know that you are under my protection,” he was saying. “You will not be harmed, no matter how unsettled she appears.”

They turned a corner and the great dragon appeared. It turned, catching sight of Aemond, and then the huge eyes landed on her.

“She will catch your scent, then we can go up and you can touch her side so she-”

Vhagar went very still, and then she reared up, and pointing her great maw to the skies, let out a giant roar.

She covered her ears, instinctively turning away from the great beast. “It is all right,” she heard Aemond say as he wrapped himself around her. “She will not hurt you.” But his voice was shaky, and she wondered how sure he was of what he was saying. “Vhagar, Lykiri!” she heard him shout.

She turned to the dragon, felt herself shaking from head to toe within Aemond’s arms, and watched as the beast once again aimed at the skies, but this time she let out a great spray of fire.

“I’ve got you, you are safe with me!”

“You do not know that!” she countered, terrified. Much to her dismay, she could feel tears starting to form.

Aemond grabbed her arms, held her so he could stare into her eyes. “You try it.”

Shaking her head, she held on to him. “Try what?”

“You tell her,” he clarified, and taking the hand she had pointed at him that first day, raised it to point it at Vhagar. “Say ‘Vhagar, Lykiri’.” He enunciated the word, looking into her frightened face. When she simply stared at him, he nodded. “Try it. It means ‘calm down’.”

She could scarcely believe he was saying such a thing so openly, so casually. As if it wouldn’t mean her death to be found out. As if it didn’t tear down another wall against him to have him encouraging her. “I cannot.”

He held her to him, stroking her hair. “You can. I trust you.”

Sighing, she turned to the dragon, who was now staring at them. She pointed her finger at the beast, and stilled her mind as best she could.

“Vhagar, Lykiri!”

For a moment, nothing happened, which in her mind, was a good thing. Then Vhagar rose, and took a step toward them. She began shaking again, and Aemond stepped in front of her, facing his dragon.

Vhagar looked at them, and slowly, laid down where she was, curling around herself, and let out a smoky breath before settling down.

She could see Aemond almost bouncing in place between her and Vhagar, and when he turned around, his eye was sparkling.

“What is that?”

“Vhagar? You did that.”

“No, that thing on your face.”

Aemond frowned, brushing a hand over his face. “What? Do I have something on me?”

“Your mouth,” she said.

“My mouth.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s curving up at both ends, I’ve never seen it do that.”

He said nothing for a few seconds, then rushed to grab her as she started to laugh. She wrapped her arms around him, and her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It filled him with joy and he realized that the wariness he had felt around her had completely vanished.

She had trusted him enough to try it. She had trusted him enough to do it in front of him.

When he pulled back to look at her it felt completely natural to kiss her, to let her grab on to him as he hauled her up in his arms. He walked towards one of the benches, laid her down and continued kissing her, her mouth hungry on his.

She was as eager as he, her slippered foot tracing a line up and down his calf, and he realized, much to his regret, that he couldn’t continue. “I should take you back,” he said as he rose and pulled her along.

Still hand in hand, he reached her rooms and let her in. Soon enough, he told himself, soon enough they’d be wed and he could have her.

“Good night,” he said, leaning in for one last kiss, but when he pulled back, she didn’t let go of him.

“I do not want you to go.”

“You do not know what you are saying.”

She rose up on her toes to kiss him. “I do know. I want you to bed me.”

His resolve to leave was unraveling quickly and he tried again. “It would not be-”

When she pulled him into her rooms, he didn’t resist, didn’t stop her from locking the door and wrapping her arms around him again. He threw resolve into the fire and reached down to lift her and carry her to the bed.

She turned to let him undo the laces on her dress, let her head fall back on his shoulder when he started kissing her neck. When he slipped the dress down her arms she shivered, then kicked it aside when it pooled at her feet. His hands covered her breasts, kneading the soft mounds until she was squeezing her thighs together and he turned her around, placing her on the bed.

“You are still clothed,” she said softly.

“And you are completely naked,” he grabbed her ankles, pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt before her spread legs. She opened her mouth to reply, but then his tongue was setting her alight and she arched off the bed, moaning.

He had done this to her in her dreams. But what she had felt then paled in comparison to the utterly devastating fire he was feeding inside her. She grabbed fistfuls of bedding, desperate for any anchor to keep her from burning away. His hands kept her thighs in place over his shoulders, and she knew there would be bruises later. Let him mark me, she thought. Let him burn me.

He began sucking, tugging on that most sensitive flesh, and she felt herself start to fall, the edge beginning to crumble away, and then he slipped two fingers inside her, stroking, curling, and she screamed as she fell. The world fell away, leaving her shattered, and she felt him move away, the sound of fabric falling to the floor, before he was looming over her, reaching between them.

While he began pushing inside her, she trailed her fingertips up his arms, traced the muscles underneath his porcelain skin, placed her hand over his heart and felt it racing. There was a moment’s discomfort when he filled her, but then he grabbed her, falling onto his back and she found herself looking down at him.

“What word do you prefer?” he asked as he stroked her thighs.

“What?”

He was beautiful, she thought, seeing past the severe façade he chose to show the world.

“Sorceress. Witch. Something else?” He moved his hips and she gasped, moving to match him.

“You cannot say that where anyone may hear you,” she leaned down to kiss him, finding a slow, steady rhythm.

He smiled against her lips. “Only when I’m inside you. Only when we’re alone.” He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. “Only when I’m intrigued by you.” She laughed softly and he was delighted by her, the girl who had looked at him as warily as he had looked at her.

She rose, moving her hips in slow circles.

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling the rush of need grow stronger. He sat up higher against the pillows, wanting to feel her breasts against him. “Tell me, what am I to call you?”

She rocked her hips harder, her breath coming faster now. “Aemond, you are, ah, so very strange.”

“Says the witch,” he murmured.

Whimpering, she pressed her forehead to his. “Say it again.”

He thrust up against her, “come for me,” he said in her ear, “come for me, witch.”

Her thighs tightened around him and she threw her head back while he devoured her neck, trying to hold on until she came. When she began to clench around him, her body taut in his arms, he let go, and let her take him with her.

* * * * *

None of her dreams had been as wonderful as this. None of the times they had lain together in her dreams had she felt so cherished, so safe. As she lay in his arms in the candlelight, legs intertwined, she watched as he removed his eyepatch.

“I thought I should reveal my own secret,” he said softly.

She cupped his scarred cheek, placed a kiss on the cheekbone, and then saw the large sapphire that sat instead of his missing eye. When she smiled and shook her head, he gave her a look. “What?”

“You will find out soon enough.”

He moved her underneath him, finding her ready for him again. “Will a child have your gifts?”

She pictured a little silver-haired girl. “I do not know. Maybe she will ride dragons instead.”

“Like her mother,” he said as she wrapped her legs around him.

* * * * *

He found out the day of their wedding, when she walked in on her father’s arm, wearing a gown of shimmering deep blue silk that sparkled with every step she took. He heard his mother murmuring, “unusual for a bride,” and smiled to himself. He knew the gown was started before he revealed his sapphire to her, and by now he knew better than to be surprised, but he was.

Lord Petyr still looked a little nervous to be back in King’s Landing, but he uncovered his daughter’s face, letting the veil fall back over her shoulders, before he placed her hand in Aemond’s.

“I will take great care of her,” he said, much to the older man’s surprise, before he turned away to step before the Septon.

Lady Aline arranged the train of the sapphire blue dress over the steps, squeezed the bride’s hand before taking her seat next to her husband.

The Septon began to speak and he looked at her. She had told him about her dreams the day before, her cheeks bright red as she told him everything. He had accepted every word, as he had accepted her, as he knew she had accepted him.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to live up to your dreams,” he teased.

She smiled, tracing a finger down the side of his face. “You are better than any dream, Aemond.”

Much later, he presents her with a gift. A large sapphire, to match the one in his eye socket. He has had it set on a long chain and when he secures it around her neck, it sits right between her breasts. “Perfect,” he says, watching it sparkle and shimmer as she breathes.

She looks down, the silky white robe she is wearing thin enough so that she is not too warm as she sits on his lap by the fire. “It is beautiful, thank you.” She kisses him tenderly, her touch butterfly-soft. “I shall always wear it.”

He knows she will.

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crowwritesaway · 6 months

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Thomas Shelby Best Friend XXV

TW: angst, self hatred, self-harm,

“Let’s just say I pulled another stunt of mine. Like last time.” Zoey mumbled, not making eye contact. She never liked speaking about her feelings. Yeah, he was her best friend. But there was that vulnerability that she didn’t want to show. It felt terrible. After all, she grew up in a household that punished her for being too emotional as a child.

Thomas shook his head. Last time. It was when Zoey had recently came back from the war. She looked lost. She would wear a shaky smile to comfort those around her. She kept up her usual routine. Fighting. Smoking. Drinking until she couldn’t feel the pain. The shame. The sadness. The fear. She tried to end it. Of course, he found her diary. He read it. He knew she wasn’t okay. None of them were.

“I didn’t mean to. I just…” Zoey said, looking down at her hands. “It’s okay. I understand.” Thomas said, in an attempt to comfort her. Everything has been too much. He knew from her red eyes and bitten nails. She was not herself.

“It’s not really though.” Zoey said through gritted teeth. “It hurts to sleep.” John looked at her with teary eyes. Thomas balled up his fists. What do I do? What can I do? I don’t like seeing her in pain. I want her to be happy.

“Here.” He put a paper in front of her. Zoey looked up. What’s that? “Write what you want to do. Anything. Dreams you have. Whatever you desire.” She sighed. Dreams.

“You can put down candy.” John said, hinting at her about her sweet tooth. Zoey scoffed. “Or you can list those that owe you.” John smirked, he liked that idea better.

“To live out of spite.” Zoey thought about it. She picked up the pen that Thomas had set on the desk. That does sound like fun. Pay my respects to the dead. And live like no one is watching.

She twirled the pen in her hands. Thomas smiled. Zoey was grinning. His Zoe was happy. Even if it was just for a second, he was content with her being present. She could lose herself in that head of hers. So, distracting her and keeping her company will be his priority. Always.

Zoey scribbled away. She listed the names in a way only she could understand.

“Do you know how’s my mum?” Zoey asked, setting the pen down. “She’s stable. No longer at the hospital.” Zoey frowned. She was glad her mom was doing a lot better.

“Now, you don’t have to finish the list now. We can store it in the safe. And you can add more to it when you want.” Zoey hummed. She looked at the list. “You can store it.” Thomas put the paper aside.

“You have unfinished business. We have earned new enemies. New alliances.” Thomas told Zoey, he was in business mode.

Zoey sat up. “I can’t wait to meet them.” John grinned. His troublemaker was back. Oh, the fun and terror that would come to those that get in their way.

“First order of business that I have for you is to get rid of any rats within our circle.” Zoey nodded, “Got it.”

“John.” He turned to face his brother. “Go with Arthur and he’ll let you know what you’ll be dealing with.” John nodded.

“You may leave.” Thomas dismissed John. John rolled his eyes. He hugged Zoey and exited the office. “See you around.” John whispered in her ear. Zoey waved him off.

“Am I allowed to go or…” Zoey was pulled out of her seat and embraced by Thomas. Zoey hugged him back. “I’ll say again in case you need a reminder. We’re your family. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

“And remember, we don’t run. People run from us.”

Stay around for more of Thomas Shelby Best Friend

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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hi sweetie! Can i request a yandere will byers x reader were reader rejects will and he kidnaps them? thank you so much love! <3

feel free to ignore this request :)))

Ofc <3

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

Yandere Will Byers x AMAB!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, possessive behaviours, obsessive behaviours, delusional Will byers, toxic relationships, stalking

(Y/N).

The Golden boy of Lenora Hills.

The boy everyone liked, not one person hated him.

Will loved him too.

He learned to move on from Mike and began obsessing over (Y/N).

He would sketch little pictures of (Y/N) in the classes they had together.

He'd watch (Y/N) laugh with his close friends during lunch.

He saw (Y/N) defend Eleven from her bullies.

He watched (Y/N) constantly.

(Y/N) was nice to him and Eleven and invited them to have lunch with him.

They became closer friends which Will adored.

Will began leaving letters and some of his drawings in (Y/N)'s locker.

Will would watch as (Y/N)'s eyes widened with shock as he read the letters.

Good shock with the first few letters but then dread every time he opened one.

Will was confused at why (Y/N) looked almost scared of the letters.

Eventually, on the last day of school before spring break, Will decided to confess to (Y/N).

"Hey (Y/N)? I need to talk you. In private." Will requested.

"Um, sure? Is something wrong?" (Y/N) questioned, slightly concerned.

"Everything's great! Just follow me." Will replied.

(Y/N) nodded then followed Will to an empty room.

"So what did you need to tell me?" (Y/N) asked.

Will took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm in love with you!" He confessed.

(Y/N) rubbed his left elbow with his right hand and slightly frowned.

"Will. I'm sorry. I'm not queer. I don't like boys. But can we still be friends?" (Y/N) rejected him.

"You're lying! I know you are! And you liked my letters! I saw it in your eyes! Every letter and drawing I sent you!" Will exclaimed.

"You... sent those?" (Y/N) slowly spoke, terror clearly expressed on his face.

Will rapidly nodded with excitement, completely ignoring (Y/N)'s terrified expression.

The letters had started off sweet and endearing with little corny poetry tidbits and compliments.

" You look so handsome today! "

" Your new haircut looks amazing on you! "

" Roses are red, violets are blue, if I told you I liked you, would you say the same to me too? "

" Your laughter sounds like music to me, it's sweet and I love listening to it! "

Then slowly became creepy and possessive.

" Your new shampoo makes your hair smell great! "

" Would you mind if I keep your colonge? It smells and reminds me of you. "

" I don't like seeing you talk to other people. "

" Don't talk with Betty anymore or I'll seriously hurt her "

" I saw the Beatles poster in your room. I guess you're a fan, right? I can buy you any cassette you want. "

" Your diary is adorable. Especially since you talk about liking guys and girls. Maybe I have a shot with you after all! "

"You're my stalker. You're that fucking creep who's been going through my stuff." (Y/N) started speaking again.

"No! I'm not a stalker or a creep! I swear!" Will denied what (Y/N) was saying and walked closer to him.

"Don't come any closer you freak!" (Y/N) yelled.

Hearing (Y/N) call him 'freak' made something snap inside of Will.

Will grabbed a random textbook off a desk and slammed it into (Y/N)'s head, knocking (Y/N) unconscious.

Will's anger died down and he saw what he did.

He quickly checked (Y/N)'s pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he registered it.

No one was at school except for the janitors.

And a brilliant idea struck Will's mind.

"He can be with me forever!" Will squealed before heaving (Y/N) onto his back.

He carried the other boy to his home then quickly went into the basement.

There was a little room he used for painting pictures of (Y/N) that none of his family found yet, so he gently placed (Y/N) in the room before rushing to grab some blankets and a stuffed bear as well as some rope.

He tightly tied (Y/N)'s left ankle to a hook in the wall and his right wrist to the hook as well.

Will softly stroke (Y/N)'s cheek then played with his hair.

"Just like a regular couple..." Will muttered to himself.

He carefully gagged (Y/N) so no one would hear him screaming and take him away.

Then Will left and locked the room to appear as normal to the rest of his family.

When (Y/N) finally woke up, he was confused and looked around, only to see paintings of himself covering the room's walls.

He tried to stand up but the ropes on his limbs are too tight for him to move.

(Y/N) tried to scream but it was muffled by his gag.

He frustratedly tried to loosen his gag and the ropes on his limbs but to no avail.

His frustration and anger caused tears to form in his eyes.

He heard footsteps and began screaming, not caring that it was muffled, he thought someone would help him.

But instead of help, Will walked through the door.

"Hello (Y/N). I brought you dinner. Tomorrow is gonna be an exciting day! My friend Mike is coming to visit! And if you play along, I'll let you come and have fun with us, okay?" Will offered as he placed down the plate and removed the gag.

(Y/N) didn't scream at Will or get angry, he just cried.

"Oh! The ropes must be too tight! I'll take them off. But you have to behave, okay? And now there's no need to cry, alright?" Will said as he removed the ropes.

(Y/N) just continued to silently sob.

Will wiped the boy's tears, kissed his forehead and smiled down at him.

"Now we'll be together forever!" He stated.

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rollofleaf · 6 months

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Owlcatober Day 24: War

Hilde can have a little ptsd, as a treat! Warning, this one gets a bit heavier.

The screams were always what hurt the most. Scream of combat pushing back against her furious roars, drowning out the order and everything else. Hilde could handle animals slaughtered by the hunt, so why did the sight of fallen soldiers, bloodsoaked, shields splintered and swords shattered, upset her so?

So many dead, so many that would never see their families or friends again. That could have been her. Worse, that could have been her friends. She stopped and looked down at one of the fallen soldiers. That young overeager boy that was killed by gargoyles, the sweet wizard girl that gave Hilde flowers and fell before a babau, and so many more. The dead were endless.

She wandered through the fields of blood in a daze, the roars of terror and madness never giving way, until she saw herself. Broken and corrupted, embracing the demon, the bloodlust and fury that fueled her. Hilde stared at herself. She snarled and drew her axe. She charged. She braced herself. As the demon’s axe met her flesh, she bolted awake in a panic.

Hilde clutched her chest, tears streaming down her face as her heart raced. Arueshalae’s eyes were already open, concern shining in them. “Hilde? Are you alright?” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. All she could do was bury her face in Arueshalae’s chest, sobbing into her. Arue understood, of course, wrapping her in a gentle hug of arms and wings and tail and holding her to her chest.

Why was she cursed with these dreams? The war had been over for months, so why was she so wracked with nightmares every few nights? Arueshalae’s delicate fingers running through her hair slowly calmed her, the sobbing fading into choked, heavy cries. “I-I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m here for you, just like you’re there for me when I have nightmares. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No…” She lied. A few more soft sobs fell against Arue’s chest, slowly fading until she could speak. “I just… I should be stronger than this. I’m a warrior. I’ve sung about battle for as long as I could sing. What kind of warrior is so disturbed by death?”

Arueshalae winced. She thought a moment and sighed, cradling Hilde close to her. “From what you’ve said, your father forced you to try to be a warrior. Then the demon did the same. But you’re not, at heart. You’re such a good person. You’re kind, gentle, thoughtful. You’re strong, so wonderfully strong, but you’re not just a warrior. You don’t revel in death and pain and blood like so many… Like I used to. And that’s a good thing. Please, don’t be ashamed of this.”

“A while ago, Sosiel said I was wrong to write and sing about the glory of war. I’m starting to think he was right. I never want to see another battlefield again.” Her sobs had stopped at least, though she still nestled in the warm valleys of her love’s chest.

“And hopefully we’ll never have to again… We won the war, we’ve earned our peace.”

Hilde sighed softly. “And then I feel guilty for feeling like this because so many have had it so much worse… Many of them because of me. Y-you… You’ve had it so much worse-“ She cut off as Arueshalae pressed a finger to her lips.

“Please, love. Don’t… Don’t. I… I have my nightmares, but that doesn’t mean you’re less hurt than me. You’re so brave, you…” A few tears were streaming from her eyes now. “You shouldn’t have been put through this. No mortal should have been… And no one’s death is your fault. It’s the demons’ fault. You saved so many people. You saved these lands, you did what no one else could. Please, don’t punish yourself because others had to give their lives to help you close the Worldwound.”

Hilde managed a dry, choked chuckle. “It’s… It's hard. I try not to think about it, but I do. I… I don’t know what I’d do if you and Aivu weren’t here for me. Thank you, Arueshalae. When you talk about it, it all gets a bit more bearable…”

Arueshalae’s eyes were briefly drawn to one of the scars along Hilde’s well-muscled body. Their scars, inside and out, would take a long time to heal. Perhaps some never would. But they had each other to give comfort. She rocked back and forth gently as she cradled her beloved azata. “I… I-I’m so honored to hear that… I know it hurts, we’re both hurt… But we’ll be here for each other, I know it. Every time you cry, I will hold you.”

Hilde glanced up with a brief smile. “Thank you.” Her eyes shut, her breath steadying as she drifted back off into sleep, into more peaceful dreams.

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Thicker than Blood - 33

Hello! Here I am with another update. We are very close to the end and now the chapters are basically the story wrapping up. To make up for all the angst you will now have tons of fluff and in this chapter a lot of hurt/comfort. Our Aelin Is still not well but Rowan has her back. Yeah, the fussiness is not over :)

It was in the middle of the night when a deep feeling of terror woke up Rowan. It took him a moment to realise it was not him, but it came from Aelin. He turned in bed and discovered she was not there and panic rose.

“Aelin?”

He paced the house like a desperate man. Did she leave in the middle of the night? His mind started painting the worst scenarios possible.

And then he heard it, the sound of a person moving. He looked under the bed and all other possible hiding places until his eyes landed on their closet. Slowly he opened the door and her she was. Aelin was sitting inside it: her legs pulled up to her chest, head on her knees and hand on her head as in a shield.

“Aelin?”

Her head sprang up and her eyes were wide with terror “I am a monster.”

Those words were pure pain to him. Rowan kneeled in front of her “No, you are not.”

“I killed,” sobs started to wreck her body “All those people. They are all here looking for me. They all hate me. They call me killer.”

“Tell them that if they have problems they can speak with me,” he played along “I am not having anyone calling my wife a killer.”

She looked at him surprised “I am… I killed them.”

Rowan cupped her face “Maeve made you do it. You had no choice. She turned you into a killer.”

“It hurts so much…”

“I know, fireheart.”

Aelin leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Rowan and he slowly stood with Aelin’s body clinging to him.

“It’s snowing again, shall we sit on the balcony?”

A timid nod and he deposited her on the bed for a second and went to grab a few heavy blankets.

Then with Aelin in his arms once more, he walked out and sat down on the comfortable chair pulling his wife on his lap, with her legs across. She leaned against his chest and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Rowan placed the two blankets around them. They did not need them but it created a cozy feeling and that was all she needed now. To make her feel safe and loved and he had every intention to show it to her everyday.

The air smelled fresh and all around them there was silence. They were tucked in a valley and their house was the only sign of civilisation. He had switched off the light in the bedroom and as he lifted his eyes he saw the sky covered in a blanket of stars.

“Look up, fireheart.”

She did and Rowan noticed the moment she realised the beautiful spectacle above them. Her eyes lit up and the ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Her blue eyes reflected the light and for a brief instant he saw again the woman who stole his heart. In that short moment of peace Aelin was back

“It’s stunning.” Her voice full of wonder, as if after the hell she went through, it was incredible to still find beauty in the world.

Rowan held her closer “when I was younger, my cousin Enda and I would go on crazy camping trips in Wendlyn, we would sleep under the stars and loved to make up the names of the stars.”

She let out a sound that sounded like a chuckle.

“See on the right of the Lord of the North?”

Aelin nodded.

“We used to call that cluster the turtle, then,” he moved his finger to another spot “that was the whale and just below it we have the caterpillar.”

This time he did not miss her attempt at laughing. He knew healing was still a long way, but every smile he could steal from her would be a success. If he could lighten her burden, he was happy to do it.

“Tell me about your family,” her hands stopped on his heart.

“Mum and dad are still alive and live outside Doranelle, they have a huge farm,” he started while caressing her head “Dad stepped down and passed the clan to my cousin Sellene. She is the big boss now. Enda is her second.” A soft kiss on her ear “The Whitethorn clan is huge. I have a crazy amount of cousins.”

“I want to meet your family,” she whispered.

“Get better and we can do that. I am sure my parents will love you.”

Rowan looked at the sky again and saw a shooting star “Look,” and pointed at a few shooting stars.

Aelin gasped in surprise “Make a wish, fireheart.”

She closed her eyes and when she reopened them her stare was fix on him. Her beautiful blue eyes staring deep into his soul.

His eyes fell to her lips and up again.

“Why aren’t you kissing me?”

“I thought you wanted me to ask first.”

A frown on her face “that never stopped you before.”

“I know, but this time I wanted to make sure you wanted me to.” After weeks of being tortured he wanted to know she was okay with it.

“Kiss me, agent.”

Rowan’s hand gently pushed a wild strand of hair from her face and then his lips met hers for a brief loving kiss. Aelin closed her eyes and basked in his presence.

“You smell like lavender.”

He pulled back and frowned “your fault, I used your soap.”

They were silent for a moment then she looked at him once more “I hurt everyone, why are you so nice to me? I was so horrible to you.” Her voice was broken by the tears.

Yes, Rowan had felt heartbroken and lost after the night she sent him away, but he was not mad at her. Never.

“Aelin, do you need space?” He asked, remembering what she had told him that terrible night “if you don’t want to be with me, we can find a solution. I want you to be happy and okay with our situation.”

She hugged him tighter and shook her head frantically “No, Rowan I was scared. I wanted to keep you safe. Please…” her blue eyes locked with his “I want this, be married to you. I was so, so scared.”

A deep sigh of relief left Rowan’s lungs and his lips landed on her head and inhaled her scent deeply “Are you sure?”

A kiss on his chest was her reply.

“You make me want to live, Rowan. Not exist: live.”

Rowan held her tighter. At those words the grip on his heart loosened a bit “Our house is ready, by the way.”

Her face turned to him and a glimpse of a smile broke free. His hand brushed her hair “It’s ready for you to come back.”

“I missed you, Ro…”

It was the day of the big political rally and Rhoe had joined Darrow in the venue that had been chosen as location. They were expecting a lot of press and a big turnout of vampires and humans alike. It was an important new step in hopefully, a better world. Once back from the mountains he had announced that Maeve was dead and the attacks from her minions had stopped. Life was slowly going back to normal. Aelin and Rowan were still in the mountains. He had managed a quick visit but she was still unwell and had promised to go back and talk once she was much better. He knew though, that both were going to watch the rally on tv. Rowan had eventually told her all it had happened in town while she was away.

“Rhoe, time to go on stage.”

He stood and followed the assistant. Once outside he saw that Darrow was taking his seat, he went to greet his ally and took his seat. A woman called Borte was going to lead the interview session.

When the curtains opened they saw a sea of people with banners hats, and t-shirts in their support.

“Welcome everyone to tonight’s event in the run up to the next elections. Tonight we will meet Weylan Darrow, the current ad interim human mayor and Rhoe Galathynius who is running for mayor of the vampires.” Borte took the stage and introduced the two men.

“This is an unusual development, could you explain to your voters why you decided to go this way?”

Darrow took the stage “We listened to both sides, and vampires were lamenting a lack of representation. The past laws were made by humans for humans,” he explained scanning the crowd “We want to make sure both species feel safe their can live their lives without being scared.”

“Some of the rules will remain,” added Rhoe “Drinking from humans will still be banned in every form or shape. I am working on a project to make synthetic blood even more accessible,” he continued “I am aware the previous mayor had increased the prices, and some people found it hard to afford it. No more.”

Darrow nodded in assent “The deviation centres are being dismantled and transformed in centres were vampire who are struggling can go and find help.”

“My wife has opened a foundation that will oversee their functioning and we will have a young lady that many of you know to help. Ansel Briarcliff will join her.”

The crowd cheered. The woman had become famous after she lead the riots that deposed Hamel and shut down the deviation centres.

“That sounds very promising,” added Borte “I have a question that comes from the citizens, as you are aware we invited people to submit their questions.”

The two men nodded.

“It’s for Rhoe,” the journalist flipped her paper “How do you respond to the accusations that Maeve had launched on you about hiding that your daughter was a junkie and using your power to cover up her secret.”

Rhoe was expecting that and he was ready to battle for his daughter “I was aware my daughter was a junkie. What people don’t know is that she had been held captive by Maeve and for two years she was used as a lab rat and experimented on,” he explained, calling all the calm he could muster “My daughter was subject of some very deep genetic modifications that made it impossible for her to tolerate synthetic blood.” He paused “The fact that Maeve hated my project was of public knowledge, she used my daughter to try and bring me down.” He sighed deeply “That’s why my wife and I pretended for so long not to approve of Aelin. We tried to protect her from Maeve.” Rage surged in his at the memory of the day the had found her “recently she spent three weeks again as a lab rat in one of Maeve’s hideouts. She is on the mend but my daughter has suffered enough.”

The public was silent and Rhoe had no idea on how to interpret it. He hoped that hadn’t lost him the race to mayor. He had to tell the truth.

Darrow produced a folder “We had her blood samples examined by an external body and they confirmed the same.” He passed the folder to the journalist and she scanned it “My medical knowledge is not great but with high school biology I can understand the gist. Aelin was made a junkie.”

Rhoe stood “I want to tell all the vampires out there that if you are suffering from withdrawals, you can come forward. We have a temporary centre to help,” he looked at all the people gathered “the treatment will be much gentler and shorter. We also have a program to help you enter society once more. No one will judge you.”

Darrow nodded “we really believe in working on a new world. Others parts of Erilea have successfully managed that, we want the same,” he stood too “the centre will also have a section for humans who have addictions too but also who need support after all we went through. This project is for both.”

All of a sudden the audience cheered. It was loud and the two men shared a smile.

“Transition will take time, but Darrow and I have already set things in motion,” continued Rhoe “Orynth has suffered enough and we all need some stability.”

The crowd cheered once more and both men seemed to relax.

The session continued a bit longer and Borte lead the Q&A session and they both answered the doubts and worries from the public.

When they left the stage they felt as if a shift had happened and a new world was at the horizon. They only had to hope that they had convinced enough people to vote for them at the polls. Rhoe had heard the session with their opponents and he had a good feeling about it. He and Darrow had a clear plan.

Now it was down to their people and pave the path to a better world.

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gngaram · 6 months

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hello, all! my name's ryan (h/h, 25+) and i'm so excited to be here! 💖 i sincerely look forward to interacting with all of you, meeting all of your muses, and having a grand ol' spooky time amongst all you other ghouls. 😈 speaking of which—i'd love to introduce you to a muse i've picked up, dusted off, and cleaned up real nice, so without further ado, meet chu garam! he's a scorpio stellium monster who was born and raised here in gaenari, and lemme tell you, he's hated every single moment of it. 💀 you can find out more below, and if you're interested in plotting with us, leave some love on this post! discord's best for me and available upon request, but dm's are cool, too. 😚

( * TW / mentions of abandonment, bullying, religious trauma, aggressive behavior, and other mature themes below. please read at your own discretion. )

as mentioned above, he was born and raised in gaenari to a family well-known in the community. his parents are chu yongwoo and park haesook (npc's). they own a diner called chu's, which has been open for decades at this point. they're very religious, highly devout, conservative catholics, and they've been the bane of garam's existence ever since he was old enough to form his own opinions. he doesn't claim them and he curses their names. it's a touchy subject. as a kid, he defied them immensely, and they viewed him as a test sent to them fro god. they thought of him as difficult; badly behaved; overly aggressive; combative. he was their first child who kicked-and-screamed on his way to church, and it got to the point where they genuinely thought he was demon-possessed. thankfully they didn't try to perform an exorcist on him, but their relationship has been fucked up for as long as he can remember. he knows they won't change. the only person he loves in his family is his older sister, gayul. he'd kill for her. no one will hurt gayul as long as he's around. he'll ensure that. garam not only pushed back against his parents and their "dated beliefs," but he also was a terror in school. he got by because he doesn't mind the learning aspect of the education system, but he often felt like he was surrounded by conformists. he's always been rather "feminine" in appearance and mannerisms, and his interests were always out of the ordinary, so his peers were quick to point out these qualities about him and were often mean, and sometimes violent. this aided in turning him into a rather aggressive and assertive creature. he had to learn to fight back and stand up for himself, and he often did so by tearing people down with vicious words. did he get punched a few times because of it? yeah, but if you ask him, he's tough, and somehow always got his revenge in the end. after graduation, he moved out of his house, became a licensed nail technician / esthetician at the local vocational school, and now works at your friendly neighborhood salon giving people their claws. 💅🏼 he also does makeup! how did he pay for school, and how does he afford his own place downtown? word on the street is, he has an arrangement with a certain "benefactor" based in daehan, but you didn't hear that from me. 🤫 he'll never admit to it either, so. beware though. if you book a pedicure with him, he will talk shit about your feet and resent you. he only gives a fuck about his nail art and his makeup artistry. if you book one of those services with him, you'll see a more fun side, but he'll also learn all your secrets. 😈 he'll keep 'em locked up... unless you cross him.

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garam is magnetic. when he walks into a room, you know he's there. heads will turn, chills will glissade down your back, and you have no idea whether to be excited, or scared. despite a petite stature and sweet face, his overall vibe is rather imposing.

he has eyes that gaze deeply into your soul; his manner of speaking is expressive and overloaded with passion; his moods are infectious, no matter what they are. his intensity can make it hard for him to make friends, but those who are solid enough to handle his volatility and prove their loyalty to him will get the most devoted friend.

garam is always searching for answers and hidden meanings in everything. his mind is highly analytical, probing, and achingly curious. this is how he somehow knows too much information about everyone he comes into contact with. he studies people, and their habits, and is naturally a bit suspicious of everyone.

he is self-indulgent, and sensual, and seeks pleasure in all things. he'll never say no to good sex; he'll never say no to one more drink; he'll never say no to staying up all night if he's with a loved one. he really should practice more moderation, but that's not something he's concerned with at the moment.

there's an obsessiveness about him that's both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, it helps when it comes to hobbies, crafts, and his job. this trait allows him to hone in on something until he masters it.

on the other hand, however, it can make him a rather smothering lover. he's known to orbit around his boyfriends, and it doesn't help that he can be a rather possessive, and jealous, being, as well.

like all scorpio natives, garam feels emotions deeply; oversensitive. all of his feelings are dialed up to 100% at all times. he can be gentle one moment, then aggressive in the next—moody.

moreover, he often views everything in black and white. love or hate. heaven or hell. smart or stupid. there's no in-between, no gray area. it's an extreme way to live.

if he loves you, he'll love you fiercely. he'll protect you and have your back come hell, or high water. he's not above blood pacts either. he's into shit like that.

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for quick reference re: plots, garam was born in 2003; he was born and raised in gaenari; he identifies as homosexual; he works as a nail technician and makeup artist at a salon in town.

close friends that he hung out with in high school. i imagine he made pals with the local outcasts. he couldn't have been the only one. my thoughts are they'd ditch class a lot, and talk about how one day they were gonna set the school ablaze together. they probably still want to deep down, and who knows? maybe they will.

some of his past bullies that he still has bad blood with. he'll make it his personal goal to dismantle these people's lives, so watch out. he makes a formidable enemy. additionally, some of his past bullies that maybe he's made friends with now. they'd've had to really make it up to him, though. he's not one to forgive and forget.

regular clients of his at the salon. he does advanced nail art and even advertises them on his instagram. he prefers a spookier, gothic style, but he's happy to accommodate basically anyone that has a vision and trusts him to make it happen, and make it his own. that said, not everyone leaves his chair happy. he resents having to do pedicures and likely has talked shit about your muse's feet to their faces.

current flings, past flings, fwbs, ex-boyfriends, anything else related to the romance topic are also highly welcome and even encouraged. he's not someone that keeps his passions hidden, and he has no issue pursuing a man that piques his interest; even if it's just for a casual night out. he'd make a terrible ex, though. beware.

people who maybe know and love his parents/brothers, and who look down on him for being as vicious to them as he is. his parents are seen as saints in the community, his older brothers are considered success stories since they're all elsewhere and killing it, and garam highly contests this and verbalizes his disdain for them. give him someone to debate.

just... give me all types of plots, please. 🥺💖

#ㅤ( 𝓖 ) INTRO /#ㅤ( 𝓖 ) HAPPY BELATED BDAY GARAM! /

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