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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Y/N: Are we fighting or flirting? Aemond: I have you pinned against the wall and with a blade at your neck- Y/N: Your point?

I won't be able to sleep until I write this, and a cat just settled on my legs so...looks like I'm stuck here for a while.

Aemond x reader | enemies to lovers (?) trope

"You really thought I wouldn't notice you." Aemond materialized out of the shadows, blocking your path in the long stone hallway. "That you could slip away without consequence."

"I'm flattered you recognized me." You laid a careful hand upon the hilt of your sword, spacing your feet shoulder-width apart.

"You're hard to miss, Y/N."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult." You mirrored his movements as he drew his sword, sinking into a defensive stance.

"I can't just let you go."

"You could..." You watched as Aemond advanced slowly toward you, twirling his blade expertly. "I won't tell anyone."

The Targaryen prince smirked at you. "And let you spread my family's secrets to our enemies? I think not."

You blocked his blow as Aemond swung at your side. "You are alone, all the King's Guard are back in the great hall, getting drunk. You have no reinforcements."

"I need none." Aemond parried your next attack deftly, his silver hair catching the torchlight distractingly as it danced over his shoulders.

You gritted your teeth, trying to concentrate. This wasn't the first time you and Aemond had crossed blades, nor would it be the last. You had been sent, as he had accused, to gather intelligence that could be used against the Greens. However, little did Aemond know, you had no desire to fulfill your duty, instead choosing to try and depart King's Landing early. Of course, he had seen you.

"I don't know what secrets you're referring to, my prince." You continued exchanging quick strikes, neither of you making contact. "Your family isn't all that interesting."

"And yet..." Aemond tried disarming you with a fancy move you hadn't experienced before, almost succeeding. "This is not the first time I've caught you out here." The hilts of your swords interlocked as Aemond maneuvered you close, pushing you back against the wall roughly. "I'm beginning to think you miss me."

"Keep dreaming." You scoffed, unable to take your eyes off his curved lips, which were very close to your own.

Your attention was refocused unpleasantly as you felt the sharp prick of a knife against your exposed neck. Aemond had drawn his dagger, pressing it dangerously to your where your pulse beat.

His violet eye roved lazily across your features, his other hand keeping your locked blades together. "You seem rather distracted, Y/N. Normally you're more of a challenge for me."

"Are we fighting or flirting, Aemond?"

"I have you pinned against the wall, with a blade at your throat." Aemond pressed you harder into said wall to emphasize his words.

"Your point?" You smirked up at him, your breath intermingling with his own.

The prince's prominent brow furrowed, a look of bemusement replacing his previous frown.

"So...." You said casually, leaning your face a little closer, ignoring the pricking of his blade. "Is this the part where you kill me?"

"I-"

"Because I'd much rather you kissed me."

Aemond's lips parted in shock, though he fought valiantly to neutralize his expression. "You are a spy."

"Goodness, you sound a little breathless. Is everything alright?"

Your lips were very close to his now. He did not move away as you grazed your mouth against his, placing the lightest of kisses to the corner of his mouth, your hands tugging him closer by his waist.

With a groan and a roll of his eye, Aemond pressed his lips firmly to yours, pushing your head back against the stone wall as he explored your wanting mouth. The feel of him was like fire, his taste intoxicating. His hot tongue danced with your own before he withdrew to nibble and tug at your lower lip. You moaned lewdly, pressing your thigh suggestively against him. "Is that another dagger? Or are you just happy to see me?" You smirked up at him, his eye dilated with desire. The feeling of metal prickling the side of your neck eased, as he slowly lowered his knife.

With a swift, fluid movement, you ducked under his arm, freeing your sword from his in the process. You didn't have the chance to strike, even if you had wanted to, for Aemond was the swiftest opponent you had ever fought. He rounded upon you, sword and dagger at the ready, though he did not attack. His long hair was still mussed from where your fingers had tangled mere moments before.

"Let me go." You carefully sheathed your sword back in its scabbard, raising both your hands. "I didn't gather any information, this I swear."

"Why should I trust any word you utter?" Aemond's weapons lowered almost subconsciously as he continued to watch you, wariness and wonder warring across his face.

"You shouldn't." Was your simple reply. "I would think my actions spoke louder anyway."

You turned on your heel, giving the prince one last look, and he watched motionless as you disappeared into the night.

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penflicks · 1 year

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Could you write an insecure Saul with lot of cuddles from Andreas, please ?

Saul kept out of everyone's way at Andreas's birthday bash. The place was crowded with all their old schoolmates and army friends, everyone who had known Andreas even in passing had been invited. The whole thing had been arranged by a couple of their old friends: Niya and Horizon. The two men were dragging Andreas up to the front now and Saul smiled into his whiskey at Andreas's long suffering expression as he was pressed to make a speech. Andreas was happy, he was being loved and adored the way he always should be. The golden boy who'd returned a broken hero 16 years after his disappearance, legends were going to spring up about him. He was a modern day Odysseus.

Drake shot Saul a filthy look as she walked past him on her way back from the toilets, they'd been good friends once, just as he had been with Niya and Horizon. Now though he hadn't even been invited, he'd been quite content to stay home and drink away his sorrows or binge watch crap otherworld shows with Bloom in case until Andreas, Sky and Beatrix needed picking up. But Andreas wouldn't hear of it. Saul was dragged along as his plus one, and as soon as Andreas was out of earshot people were quick to let him know he was unwelcome. The bastard who'd run their friend through. He was as much a monster to these people as any blood witch.

Bloom stuck close to him, she'd developed a reluctance to be around new people thanks so Rosalind making her the centre of attention too many times. At least next to Saul no one came over to congratulate her on taking down Sebastian or inquire about her abilities.

"Saul, how upset do you think Sky and Andreas would be if we went home?" Bloom asked, clinging to his arm as if he could ward off the stares and glances she was getting. "Everyone's attention will he on Andreas speech, we could slip out the back."

"I'd love to, but Andreas promised me a world of pain if I left without him." Saul sighed heavily, caught sight of Bloom's horrified look and quickly reassured her, "Metaphorically I mean. I'd actually just get this little betrayed look. You know Sky's impression of a kicked puppy? Yeah, he gets it from Andreas."

"If he calls you on stage, I'm locking myself in the bathroom," Bloom promised.

"He won't call me-" Saul said fondly only to be interrupted by that terribly triumphant voice Andreas had when he said:

"Saaaauuuuul, stop hiding at the back and come up here please. I couldn't have made it back without you, and I think it's time we cleared your name." Andreas locked eyes with Saul across everyone's heads and Saul knew he was doomed.

"That bastard," Saul muttered as everyone turned to look at him. "He's lucky he's the birthday boy or he'd be on the sofa tonight."

"You don't have a sofa," Bloom pointed out as she gave Saul a gentle push in the back.

Saul felt like he was walking to his own execution as the guests parted for him and he made his way to Andreas's side. He kept his eyes locked on the love of his life and pleaded internally that Andreas knew what he was doing.

"Our post Rosalind world is a strange one, and she left many mysteries behind, but more than that she planted a few lies too. One of which concerns Saul's actions on the day of my death. I'm afraid Saul has every reason to plead self-defence that day as Rosalind ensured I would strike first." Andreas addressed the crowd but as he spoke he slipped an arm around Saul's waist. "I stopped myself from killing him under her orders that day, by throwing myself upon his sword. I want it made clear to everyone here, that Saul has never once beaten me in a fight I didn't throw."

Andreas leant forward and stole a kiss from Saul's lips, while Saul was battling the urge to smack his boyfriend for his bragging, but settled for kissing Andreas back instead. Having Andreas home, safe and happy was worth all the bad habits and boasting in the world.

#fate the winx saga #fate winx saga #Ftws #Saundreas #ftws bloom

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xsamsharons · 3 years

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moi tsarevich - n. lantsov

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader.

genre/warning: fluff!.

words: 2.1k.

summary: in which you are forced to share co-captaincy with nikolai and you really can't stand him, or can you?

The alliance had been a practical decision, really. Your ship had been destroyed by an enemy that had happened to be an enemy of Nikolai as well, so (against your better wishes) you’d decided that joining forces until the issue was taken care of and you could take the time to rebuild your ship was the smartest choice. However, now, having been living on the same ship for about two weeks, you were starting to think that maybe smart wasn’t exactly the word you would use. You’d never had anything against the privateer, but you also didn’t necessarily want to be sharing the co-captaincy of a crew with someone you only saw as an arrogant and entitled royal.

“Just because we agreed to join forces, it doesn’t mean you can enter my quarters whenever you please.” the prince’s voice rang through the room as he stood by the door, holding it open in hopes of getting you to leave.

“Well, I asked where the captain’s quarters were located and I was directed here.” you responded, spinning around in his desk chair, just to further aggravate him.

“Exactly, and as far as I'm concerned I'm the captain of this ship.” he continued, still holding the door open and standing next to it.

“So, which is it? Prince or captain?” you asked. At that, he shut the door and walked over to where you were sitting, placing both hands on the sides of the chair you were spinning on, effectively making it halt.

“Listen, lapushka,” he began, your faces centimetres away and your eyes locked on each other's. “I know you must be dying to spend time with me just like everyone, but you’re on my ship now. My ship, my rules.” he finished, a shit eating grin on his lips.

“Our agreement clearly stated co-captaincy.” you said, getting up and forcing him to detach himself from the chair he still had his arms on. “But if I threaten your authority that much, you can keep your quarters, moi tsarevich.”

✦

The next morning brought sunlight for the first time since you’d been aboard Nikolai’s ship, and with sunlight came sparring sessions on the main deck between the joined crews.

The sun was high in the sky, the water clear for miles and the sounds of swords clashing could be heard from any part of the ship.

“Good morning, lapushka.” you immediately rolled your eyes at the sound of the voice you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it belonged to. “How did your non-captain-quarters treat you last night?” he asked, coming to stand beside you while you leaned against the railing, facing off to sea.

“Same as they’ve been treating me for the past fortnight, your highness.” he rolled his eyes at the mention of his title, which brought a smirk out on your face. “Do you need anything else?”

“Never needed anything in the first place, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t missing my face too much.” he winked, you snorted.

“As if.”

“Admit it, that’s why you want the captain’s quarters, you want to have the chance to stare at me more.” he continued, moving closer to your side on the railing.

“‘More’? I don’t even even stare at you to begin with.” you lied.

“You know you do, darling.” he stated, and now you were the one rolling your eyes.

“What’s with the pet names? Treat every member of your crew like this?” you questioned, still not looking at him. “Pretty unprofessional if you ask me.”

“I’m pretty unprofessional?” he asked, making an emphasis on ‘pretty’. “I knew you thought I was pretty.” he finished, a smirk appearing on his face once again. You were starting to think he actually might have that stupid look tattooed on his face.

“You need my confirmation? Yesterday with your authority and today with your attractiveness?” you looked at him expecting for him to be offended, but instead being met with an even bigger smirk than before.

“So you’re not denying it?” he asked.

“Get lost, Nikolai.” you answered, and turned your head to stare at the ocean once again. As you did so, you heard his laugh echo while he did exactly what you told him to and began to walk away.

“I’m never letting that go.” he shouted over his shoulder at you, turning some heads while you tried to hide your smile. As if his ego needed any more boosting.

✦

As the sun started to set, the sounds of sailors drunk on rum and clashing swords started to go down as well. The ship had been anchored someplace near the south Ravkan coast, and everyone had started to turn in for the night as the orange of the sky started to turn black.

Once the sun had settled and the sound disappeared, you remained the only person on the main deck, enjoying the quiet as the light pull of the sea swayed the boat.

“I get you want my room, but that doesn’t mean you need to sleep out here if you don’t get it.” you heard his voice from behind you, and wondered if the talent for interrupting quiet moments ran in his family.

“I just don’t see the point of sleeping at all if it isn’t there.” your voice was dripping with sarcasm, and as you turned around to look at him, you found his ever present side smile planted on his lips, as well as two swords - one in each hand.

“I think you mean you don’t see the point of sleeping at all if it’s not beside me.” he responded, and you chose to ignore the comment in favor of asking about the two swords he was carrying with him.

“Are you trying to kill me? I know you are aware of the fact you can’t beat me in a fight but choosing the middle of the night to attack me is kind of a low blow.” you teased, knowing that wasn’t the case. “I’d expect better manners from a prince.”

“First of all,” he started, “if I wanted to kill you I wouldn't need to attack in the middle of the night when you were alone. Second, we are the only ones who didn’t spar today and I thought it’d be a great co-captain bonding exercise.” he finished and you laughed, grabbing the sword from the arm he extended for you.

“Co-captain bonding exercise?” you asked.

“I’m still working on the name, point still stands.” he answered.

“Fine.” you agreed, and took a high guard with your sword in one hand.

Nikolai offered a mock salute which you returned with a smile, and soon you were both circling each other waiting for the other to leap towards them. He lunged first, and you avoided your sword smoothly, smirking at him in the process.

“Did you pick the night because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your crew?” you asked with a smirk.

“I’d wait until I win to start sounding so confident.” he winked, and threw an overhand cut at you. You didn’t manage to evade it this time and instead blocked it quickly, reflexively.

“What do I get when I win?” you asked, as you both kept cutting at each other.

“If you win, you can sleep in my quarters for a week.” he answered and brushed the fake edge of his sword against your cheek softly.

As time passed, it started to become less about the fighting and more about the taunting - or flirting, you supposed was a more accurate word. The smooth words of the prince in front of you made you want to blush and lunge at him at the same time. Nikolai cut lazily at you, and as your swords clashed, you both raised your arms to move your swords high above your face, now with nothing in between you but a few inches.

“Now would be a good time to admit you like my handsome face and kiss me.” Nikolai smirked, with both your arms still raised above your head, the distance between you becoming smaller with each passing second.

“I bet you’d like that.” you answered, and instead of closing the distance between the both of you, you settled for disarming him and throwing his sword to the side, moving quickly to have his back pressed up against the railing and the edge of your sword against his neck.

“I wouldn’t be against this kissing position either.” he shrugged, “Might cut my throat if I move too quickly but i’m willing to take the risk.” he finished, and you snorted.

“Tell me I won and I can have your quarters for a week first.” you demanded, raising your eyebrows.

“You can have whatever you want, lapushka.” he whispered.

You lowered your sword down after his words, throwing it aside much like you’d done with his, and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt. Your lips moved against each other as his hands traveled from the railing to your back. “I think I'll make you sleep in my room while i sleep in yours tonight, just as payback for the last couple of nights.” you said against his mouth, your hands wrapped around his neck and his still placed on your back, an illusion of a distance between the two of you.

“If you recall my words, I said that if you won you could sleep in my room for a week.” he quoted himself - of course he did. “But I never said anything about me not sleeping there.” he finished and you smirked, looking up at him with your mouth agape.

“You knew this would happen.” you said, slightly slapping his chest.

“I was hoping it would.” he shrugged. “Been hoping for a while actually, don’t know what took you so long. I’m extremely irresistible.” he stated as a matter of fact, making you roll your eyes.

“I’ll make you pay for this, moi tsarevich” you warned.

“I’m counting on it.” he winked, and leaned down to kiss you again.

ravkan glossary: tsarevich - prince, son of tsar (direct address: moi tsarevich). lapushka - darling, honey, sweetie.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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The Fight - Little Sparrow Series Oneshot

A/N: I took a much looser approach with the prompt for Writer Wednesday. :) Thank you for reading, reblogging, and commenting.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F! Reader x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: 18 + for language, canon typical violence, mentions of depression, wanting to die, angst with a resolution.

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“You are an absolute FOOL!” Ellaria shouts from the entrance to the training yards. Men and women scattered in all directions at the fire in her eyes. Ellaria is a fearsome woman to behold on an average day but when she is angry, beware.

Oberyn scoffs and stabs his spear into the ground, leaning on it gently. “What have I done now?” Ellaria stomps the rest of the way towards him and grabs onto his jaw harshly.

“What have you done now?! Think, you always claim to be the smartest man in the room, the most cunning, the red viper,” her words dripping with sarcasm.

“I truly do not know,” he pushes her hand away, but the viper is not quick enough, and her hand smacks across his face. The spear clatters the ground, and Oberyn reaches for his cheek, holding it and staring at her with wide eyes.

“How dare you?” she growls, “I should have hit you harder! Maybe then you would remember what you have done to our Sparrow.”

Oberyn furrows his brow for a moment before realization slowly dawns on his face. Memories of a conversation with you from the night before. His belly was still full of wine, his head a bit hazy as he spared with a newer soldier.

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“Oberyn, please,” you begged, standing outside the ring used for fighters. His moves were sloppy; he was going to get himself hurt. “Please, my love, come to bed.”

“Go!” he barks at you, narrowly missing a blow to the head from the other wooden sword of his opponent. “Is that all you got?!” he shouts, edging the other man on. His expression hardens, and his sword moves quicker, slashing left and right against Oberyn.

You know what day it is—the reason for his drinking to excess, calling upon everyone for a fight. The children and Ellaria had been sent away for the evening, and you wished for her soft touch around your shoulders. Oberyn had begged you to stay, claiming only to need your body to suppress the grief he wishes to drown in. “Oberyn,” you call again, quieter, the tears beginning to swell in your eyes.

He turns towards you, and that’s all the distraction his opponent needed. The other man strikes him in the chest, knocking him off balance, the spear toppling from his hand. He barrels, rolls around your prince, and picks up the spear pointing the sharp blade against his neck. “Yield,” he growls, eyes hard, and Oberyn just watches his chest panting, the steel prick of his spear against his throat.

The red viper does not lose.

“Yield,” he repeats, pressing the blade tighter to the prince’s throat, drawing a drop of blood, staining the golden robes.

Oberyn lifts his head, and more blood trickles down his neck, “never,” he growls, voice dripping with venom. “Kill me,” he orders, “strike me down, live in infamy as the man who killed the Red Viper.”

“NO!” you step forward, reaching a hand out to wrap around the spear with one hand and pushing your lover down with the other. “That is quite enough for one night.” His opponent drops the spear to the ground and stands above you, bowing his head.

“My apologies, my Lady, my Prince,” he bows to you both before turning to leave the training yard. All others have left for the night, and it’s as silent as the grave as you turn back to Oberyn.

You can feel his eyes burning on yours, and you avoid them, instead choosing to focus on the golden robe. “You’re covered in blood, my Prince,” you go to unbutton the cinch at the top, but his hand tightens around your own.

“Don’t touch me,” his voice is stern, and he throws your hand aside, standing up. You remain kneeling before him, head down; he’s never used that tone with you. The anger and malice slicing through your heart like a dagger. “How dare you.”

Your head snaps up, and you feel the strength returning as you stand, hands trembling with your anger. “How could I? Do you expect me to just stand on the sidelines and watch you die?! Hurt yourself?!”

“I had it under control,” he takes a threatening step towards you, his finger coming up to your face, “you disgraced me.”

You take a shuddering breath, “I disgraced you because I love you? Explain that to me, Oberyn. I love you with my entire heart, my soul.”

He scoffs and takes a shaky step away, his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his robe, throwing it towards you. It bounces off your chest, and you catch it in your hands, the blood staining your fingers. “You’re not my wife,” he tosses over his shoulder as he reaches for the goblet of wine, filling up his cup, “why don’t you find some other cock to fuck you tonight.”

You ball the fabric up in your hand and feel your heart shatter in two, “I don’t take other lovers beside you and Ellaria; you know that.”

He laughs, “well, it is not my cock that will fill your cunt tonight. I’ll go to the brothel and find another woman who won’t disgrace me in battle and will keep her mouth filled with my cock instead of nagging me about what I do.”

You watch him walk away out towards the front of the Palace, each step putting another nail in the coffin of your heart. Oberyn did not visit the brothels since you joined his little harem, Ellaria, and you being more than enough for him. Ellaria had warned this could happen tonight, on this day when the memory of his sister, Elia, and her children’s deaths are reawoken like gaping wounds.

“Daemon,” you call into the shadows knowing the Prince’s guard is never far, “follow him, please,” you whisper, and he nods. His footsteps retreating after Oberyn.

You walk through the quiet halls of the Water Gardens and towards the washing room near the river. And there you stay until the morning light streams through. Your hands scrubbed raw with the force you used to remove the blood from the Golden robes. The fabric still scrunched between your fingers as you lay your head in a basket of blankets ready to be washed.

“My lady,” one of the servants presses her hand gently on your arm, and you blink, sitting up suddenly, “are you alright?”

“Where’s Oberyn?” you ask, almost frightened to know.

“The Prince returned only a few hours ago; the Maester gave him something to make him sleep. He should be up in a few hours right as rain.” The young woman smiles at you, and you cringe at the kink in your neck. “My Lady, please beg pardon, but you don’t look so well, should we call the Maester?”

“No,” you reply quickly, “no, please don’t. I just need to rest.” You move towards the door, planning to lock yourself in your private room for the rest of the day.

“What about the Prince’s robe?” she probes gently, and you stiffen, glancing down at the fabric still clutched between your hands. “Would you like us to wash them?” You nod, feeling hollow, memories of the night before flashing before your eyes. She gasps when you hand the robe over and looks at your hands, clutching them. “My Lady, your hands….”

You grab them back and clutch them to your chest, “please,” you close your eyes, feeling the tears ready to flow, “please just forget about them.” When you open, she looks sad but nods.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she whispers back, and you give her a slight nod, going off to your room to rest.

The rest of the day passes uneventful, many come with offers of food and a bath, but you ignore their calls. With the last of your strength, you’d pushed the dresser against the door so no one could enter. “Sparrow?” Ellaria’s voice chimes from the other side and you tremble at the concern in her voice, “they said you had not eaten all day; what is the matter?” She tries to turn the handle, but the door is locked, and you hear her shouting orders at someone, probably to unlock it.

She twists the nob, and it turns, but the door doesn’t budge. “Sparrow! Come to the door, are you alright?!” she sounds frantic, and you want to get up, but your energy is gone. The Prince’s words playing over and over in your head doubts swimming over everything you’ve built with him.

The curtains towards the balcony sway in the breeze, and you hear footsteps coming from the window. “She’s bared the door, Mother!” Nym shouts, pushing the dresser out of the way and coming back to sit beside you, putting her hand on your cheek, “mama? Are you alright?”

“Nym, leave us,” Ellaria commands, and Nym nods, leaning down to kiss your forehead before standing and leaving quickly, pulling the door shut behind her. Ellaria lays down on the bed beside you and puts her hand to your cheek, kissing you softly. “What’s the matter, Little Sparrow?” You break down and cry, her pushing you tight to her breast and running her hand over your head as you tell her everything.

“He told me I’m not his wife. That, it’s not his cock that will fill my cunt. He’ll go to the brothel and find another woman who won’t disgrace him in battle and will keep her mouth filled with his cock instead of nagging him about what he does.”

Her hand stills, and her voice is tight, “he said that to you?” You nod, letting out a hiccup from your sobs. “Has he come and spoke to you today?” You shake your head no, and her voice drops lower, almost deadlier, “I’ll be back.” She disentangles herself from your arms, and you watch her straighten her spine, her hands clenched into fists at her side.

**********

Oberyn clutches his head and looks ashamed at the ground. “Ah, now he remembers,” Ellaria taunts, “you are lucky she is even still here! I would have let you rot before I let you talk to me that way. Now, go and make this right before you make the biggest mistake of your life.”

“I wouldn’t blame her if she never forgave me.”

“Oh no, you do not get to feel sorry for yourself.” Ellaria waggles a finger at him as he lifts his eyes to meet the fire in her gaze. “Do you love her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want her to stay? To warm your bed? Give you children, and take care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Then go talk to her,” Ellaria crosses her arms over her chest and glares down at him, “or you will lose two paramours today.”

He stands and moves past her to your chambers, where he idles outside the door. Shame filling him at the words he hurled at you, like verbal daggers. He knocks on the door, unsurprised not to hear an answer. He twists the knob and walks inside. “Little Sparrow,” he calls out to you, hating how your body tenses up turned away from him on the bed. He closes the door behind him and comes to sit behind you on the bed, reaching a hand out to your waist.

You push his hand away, and he gasps at the rough touch of your palm. He is quickly reaching across you to pull your hands into his own. “What happened? Who did this to you?” He would kill them.

“You did,” you whisper broken, “I tried to get the blood out of your robe you threw at me,” you raise your eyes to meet his. The warmth is missing from his brown eyes as he stares down hard at your hands.

“You washed my robe?”

“What else was I supposed to do? Find another cock to fill my cunt,” the words taste bitter on your tongue, and you rip your hands from his own, clutching them to your chest. “How was the brothel?”

“I don’t know. I woke up fully clothed there this morning, Daemon guarding the door. He said I demanded whores to be brought to me, but I sent them all away.”

“Why?”

“Because no one is you, my love.” He reaches his hand out, and you fall to your back as he hovers over you. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, “I begged you to stay, and then I...I didn’t mean any of it. I was angry and sad.”

“You wanted to die, Oberyn.” Your words hanging in the air between you.

“I always wish I had died instead of her,” he whispers, “Every day I see Elia in my head, her voice begging me to move forward. This is the first time in two years I felt that way. It used to be every day.”

“What changed two years ago?”

“I met you.” Your heart pounds, and he moves closer, laying some of his weight down on you, “I met a Little Sparrow that took my heart and made it soar to the heavens where she flew. You,” his voice cracks with emotion, “are the love of my life. My reason for living. I’m sorry I lost my way.”

You cup his cheek and brush the stray tears, “have you found your way home to me?”

“I always know which way to fly home, Little Sparrow; you light the way.”

“I love you, Oberyn Martell. I forgive you, but please don’t leave me alone in this world.”

“Never, my love, never.”

#Little Sparrow Series #Oberyn Martell #Ellaria Sand #Female Reader #Game of Thrones #Oberyn Martell x F! Reader x Ellaria Sand #Autumn Writes #Writer Wednesday

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abbyilr1967 · 3 years

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Safe In Your Arms - Keigo x Reader

Summary: Hawks has been gone for work for almost a month, and one night as you’re alone in your shared apartment you are paid an unexpected visit from unexpected guests.

A/n: This was requested by the very lovely @levis-odm-gear , I changed it up a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy. As usual, here is a link to my Masterlist.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.6k

Keigo has been gone for almost a month. The most he could tell you was that he was going away on a mission, and was unsure of when he’d be back. He had also told you that he would still be in the area to check in on you, from afar, of course, to keep you as safe as possible. Knowing you had Keigo out there watching over you like your own personal guardian angel made it a little easier to sleep at night. Tonight, however, you were in the middle of making yourself some dinner, your back turned to the rest of your apartment, as you had the t.v. on in the background to fill the silence.

You move effortlessly through the kitchen as you prepare the ingredients you needed to prepare your dinner. Suddenly a hand flies out in front of you wrapping around your mouth, your assailant pulling you back against them.

“Sh sh sh sh,” you feel their breath on the back of your neck. “Don’t fucking scream.”

Your fight or flight instinct kicks in, and you kick your assailant in the shines. Their legs buckle and you wiggle yourself free, before sprinting for the door.

Your hand is on the knob, you pull with as much force as you can, only to have it stopped by a large hand, you look at it in shock, and notice very distinct patchwork that starts at the wrist and disappears under the sleeve of their jacket. You know exactly who it is, you’d seen his image plastered all over every news outlet in the country. You whip around and are face-to-face with one of the most notorious villains in all of Japan.

“Dabi,” your voice wavers. You hadn’t even heard him come in, and that’s what frightened you the most.

“Looks like I’m famous,” he gives you a devilish grin, face is just mere inches from yours. He plants both hands on either side of your head, effectively caging you between him and the door.

“What do you want,” you bring yourself to lift your gaze to his eyes.

“It’s not what I want, but who,” he drags one slender finger down your right cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Wha-”

“You know what,” he places that same slender finger over your lips “I’m gonna cut right to the chase, I’m taking you.”

Your heart rate picks up, and your breathing starts to become more ragged and uneven.

“It’s ok Doll, we just need to use you as a bargaining chip so that Mr. Bird Brain will do our bidding.” he pauses, slowly lowering his finger from your lips. “So the real question is, are you gonna behave? Or are we gonna have a problem?”

Looking over Dabi’s shoulder through the tears that are beginning to build, you see a single red feather float in front of the balcony through the window, before sweeping its way out of view. Dabi tips his head down to meet your eyes, He uses another one of his slender fingers to tilt your head back towards him. Your eyes lock with his brilliant cerulean ones and he asks again.

“Are you gonna have a problem?” You blink away the tears timidly shake your head no.

“Good Girl.” He gives your cheek a pat before lowering his hand again.

He takes a step back from you, giving you some room to breathe.

“Get some shoes and a jacket,” he walks away from you, continuing his inspection of your apartment, as well as keeping a close eye on the door to the balcony.

“You want me to get dressed?” you hadn’t thought your kidnapper would be concerned with your state of dress when they come to take you.

“If you’re going to cooperate, I’d rather not have you complaining that your cold, or that your feet hurt while we wait for our ride,” he says, not bothering to look back at you. “So are you still going to cooperate?” He turns his head over his shoulder this time, and you give him a nod.

“Then get dressed,” he says before he turns back around to watch the exits.

You reluctantly move towards the closet and grab a pair of shoes and a jacket. You slip on the shoes and zip up your jacket, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

“I’m ready,” you say, nervously playing with the ends of your sleeves in your pockets. Dabi turns back around and walks towards you. He uses his thumb and forefinger to grab your chin.

“Such a cutie,” you pull your chin out of his grasp, and he scoffs.

“So bratty too,” his comments make you shudder. “Let’s go were gonna make a little trip to the roof.” Dabi takes hold of the back of your neck and begins to lead you out of your apartment. You can feel the difference in the texture of his skin, versus his scarred skin. He leads you out into the hall and towards the stairs to the roof.

The air feels cold against your face as you exit the building to the roof.

“Where the fuck he is,” Dabi mutters. “What the hell Kurogiri.” He pushes you out into the middle of the roof. You pray that Keigo sees you up here before that Kurogiri guy has a chance to make an appearance. Dabi’s hand is still planted firmly on your neck.

“Let her go Dabi,” Keigo’s voice echos in your ears, but you feel Dabi’s grip on you tighten significantly as drags you to the edge of the building, so that your dangling over it, feet flailing as the panic begins to set in.

The screech you let out was piercing. Your hands quickly find purchase on Dabi’s wrist as you pray that he doesn’t drop you. In any other situation, you would have marveled at his strength.

“Glad you could join our party,” Dabi exclaims. “So glad you could make it.”

Keigo’s eyes lock with yours, and he can see the terror behind them. The sound of your struggled gasps and grunts fill the air.

“What do you want from her,” Keigo takes a step foreword.

“Ah, ah, ah, stay over there, or I’ll drop her,” Dabi threatens, leting his grip on your goes lax, pretending to drop you before grabbing onto you again.

“Keigo don’t let him drop me, please!” you cry, letting the tears of fear roll down your cheeks, frantically reaching for anything to hold onto.

“I’m gonna let him do anything to you Y/n,” Keigo equipes himself with one of this long feathers, which he can sharpen into a sword.

“Fuck,” you hear Dabi curse under his breath, as you see the warp gate open behind Keigo.

“Keigo Behind you!” you shout.

He whips his head around to see the warp gate. You can see the panic start to set into the features on Dabi’s face, and you can see the gears turning in his head.

“Sorry Doll,” You feel his grip loosen again, but this time he lets go fully.

“Keigo!” you shreik. Dabi makes a dash for the gate, as Keigo sprints to the edge of the building. He throws himself over, flying as fast as he can trying to catch up to you. Your screams echo off the surrounding buildings as the ground grows closer. You close you eyes and await the impending impact, but it never arrives. Instead you feel strong arms envelop you.

“I’ve got you Baby Bird,” you instinctively wrap your arms around Keigo, holding on as tightly as possible. “You’re safe now.”

All of you emotions come crashing down on you as you soar through the air, and you silently cry into Keigo’s chest. “I’m so sorry Honey, I should have been their sooner.”

His grip on you tightens as he holds you closer, determined to keep you safe.

He carries you through the air, whispering soft reassurances to you until he lands on the roof of his agency. “Let’s get you inside Kid,” he says, allowing you to regain you land legs before helping you inside.

He takes you to his office, setting you down on the couch before leaving to get pillows and a blanket that he kept there on the off chance he hadn’t made it home. He sets the couch up as a make shift bed, and wraps you in blankets before pulling you into his lap, where he proceeded to rock you.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there sooner,” he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry,” followed by another kiss.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” you turn to face him, placing both your hands on his cheeks. “You were there for me when I needed you, and thats all that matters.”

You were still a little shaken up after the events that has transpired that night, but knowing you had Keigo there made it better.

“Let’s get some sleep, you’ve had a very eventful day Love Bird,” Nodding back slowly, Keigo pulls you into a spooning position so you can get some rest. Feeling his chest rising and falling against your back while he rubs his hand up and down your side and nuzzles against your neck allows you to forget, even for a minute, that this wasn’t going to be the last time something like this happens. You knew what you were getting into when you’d made you relationship official with the hero.

But for now, you were Y/n, and he was Keigo, and that was all you needed.

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"She can't hurt us anymore," Yakko?

Yakko held Dot’s hand as they walked away from where the star had been, his mind still spinning trying to process what had happened in the last ten minutes.

Running, the gunshot, Dot dying, his parents, Dot died, Mom ran away with Dad’s sword, came back empty-handed, and then Wakko made a wish, and Dot was... alive again. Not even in pain. It was... like it didn’t happen.

Except it did. His gloves and pants still had her blood on them, as did her clothes. As did Dad’s. As did the snow.

Dot died.

But through the power of the Wishing Star, she was alive.

He squeezed her hand.

His parents were alive too, even after all this time... they were... alive. He had so many questions for them, but despite how hard he tried, he was simply speechless.

He could hardly get himself to look at them. They looked like how he remembered, though a bit weaker and a bit skinnier, and a bit more sadness behind their eyes, though they were plenty happy in the moment.

Still. It was like looking at a ghost and he just... he just couldn’t do it. Instead, he held Dot’s hand. He would’ve held Wakko’s too, but Wakko was being carried by their mother at his assistance. Meanwhile, Dot’s other hand was being held by their father, who Yakko was pretty sure was trying to talk to him, but again, he couldn’t speak. William didn’t mind though, as Dot was plenty happy to chat away, despite having literally died minutes before.

Dot died on his watch.

He was supposed to protect his siblings while his parents were gone. It was his job as older brother to keep them safe and he couldn’t even do that-

Wakko was neglected, and Yakko did nothing to prevent him from being locked in the tower again. Dot was yelled at, verbally abused, and died and Yakko just let it happen...

He squeezed her hand again.

Dot was alive.

“Daddy, how are we getting home?” Dot asked. William looked at Lena.

“Well... I suppose we’re taking your grandmother’s carriage,” He shrugged. Yakko blinked.

“W-what about Grandmummy?” Wakko asked nervously. Lena stroked his back in a comforting motion.

“She can’t hurt you anymore, darling. She’s long gone now,” Lena kissed his cheek.

Gone? Gone how?

Is that what-...

Oh.

So that’s where she went...

Yakko thought he noticed blood, but he assumed it was... well... Dot’s.

Good.

Yakko was glad she was dead, though she deserved far, far worse.

He glanced at his mother.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling.

He looked away.

“Okay,” Wakko nodded his head, resting it back on her shoulder. Slowly they made their way toward the vehicle where a royal guard and coachman were waiting.

“Y-your... majesties..? Y-you’re alive?!” The coachman was losing his mind.

“Hello Henry,” William nodded at the guard.

“Oh my god- William? What on earth- Is the princess okay?” He asked. Dot squeezed Yakko’s hand.

“Thanks to the Wishing Star, yes... though I have reason to believe you had something to do with it,” William glared.

“I wasn’t aiming for any of them, I swear. I was just... biding my time... The queen practically ripped the gun from my hands and it fired- and... I’m sorry, your highness. I know what I’ve done and am willing to accept punishment,” He kneeled on the ground in front of Lena.

“There’ll be none of that... not now anyway,” Lena sighed. “But you will make up for what you’ve done. However... seeing as Dot was able to be brought back, we’ll be merciful. All we ask is that you say my mother, Queen Angelina the First, died in the avalanche, understood?” She looked at the two of them.

“Wait- what happened to the queen?” The coachman asked.

“Nothing she didn’t have coming,” Lena stated firmly. “But it was the avalanche, understood?”

“Of course, your highness,” The guard nodded, and the coachman wisely agreed to it as well.

“Good,” She nodded at them, going to the door, which the coachman quickly opened, allowing the family of five in. For once, their grandmother’s frivolity paid off, as there was more than enough room for all of them.

Once in, his parents sat together on one side, with Wakko still in his mother’s arms, and Dot and Yakko sat on the other, with Dot snuggling up on his lap.

Dot was alive.

“Where to, your highness?” The coachman asked.

“Acme Falls. We have some business to take care of,” Lena and William exchanged a glance.

“What kind of business?” Wakko asked as the coachman closed the door.

William chuckled tiredly. “We accidentally destroyed a dear friend's elixir cart,” He stretched the back of his neck.

Friends?

They didn’t have any friends... not that Yakko knew of anyway. Or remembered. Where even was Acme Falls? Is that where they’ve been this whole time?

A headache flared in his brain as more and more questions began to swarm. Yakko grumbled a little and tried to shut it off. This, however, only got his parent’s attention.

“Are you okay, Yakko?” Lena asked softly. Yakko forced a nod, preferring to look out the window instead as the carriage began to move. He could feel the glances his parents were exchanging.

“How’d you do that?” Wakko asked.

“Avalanche destroyed it. We’ll pay them back though... we’ve burdened them enough already,” Lena sighed.

“Lena...” Willam placed his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

“Don’t pretend it isn’t true,” She said. William didn’t fight further.

“We’ll be stopping by to get Dot a check-up, make sure everything is okay, thank them for everything and then we’ll be on our way,” Lena told Wakko, stroking his head as he slowly closed his eyes.

There was a long moment of silence after that, mostly due to exhaustion. Once the carriage really got moving, Wakko and Dot fell asleep practically instantly. Yakko couldn’t say he blamed them, in all honesty, he was exhausted too, but his headache and questions kept him up. Plus, his parent’s worried glances were driving him insane too, and he did his best to avoid them. Instead, he tried to focus on other things.

Like how weird it was that they were riding in their now-dead grandmother’s carriage. It still smelled like her perfume. Something about sitting where she sat didn’t feel right. If Yakko would have his way, he would burn it when they got home. Hell- he’d burn all traces of their grandmother. She deserved far worse than what she got... though it was probably cathartic on some level for Lena.

He glanced at his mom.

She was holding William’s hand tightly. He could tell she was almost trembling.

Yeah... that must’ve been quite the thing to go through...

“Yakko..? Are you okay?” William asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Yakko blatantly lied, shoving down the hurricane of emotions buried in his chest.

“Try that again,” Lena looked at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Yakko crossed his arms. He was beginning to feel nauseous from the swirl.

“...Not here, anyway,” He added, stroking Dot’s ears softly. Lena sighed, understanding.

“You must have a million questions, of which I don’t blame you for in the slightest. So much has happened...” Lena looked out the window and squeezed her husband’s hand again.

“Yeah...” was all Yakko could muster.

The carriage ride the rest of the way was silent, as they all made their best attempts to sleep, but they simply weren’t as lucky as Dot or Wakko. Nobody made any attempts to conversate though, as they all seemed okay with the silence, which Yakko was grateful for. The last thing he wanted was to start shouting and getting upset and waking his sibs.

Eventually, they reached the little town of Acme Falls, and when they rolled into the town square there was a notable tension in the townsfolk, and Yakko was reminded yet again, they were in his grandmother’s carriage. He had no idea what the townspeople thought of her, but if it was even a sliver of the hatred Yakko felt for her, he could understand.

The coachman opened the door, waking up Dot and Wakko instantly with the winter air, and slowly the family all got out, the townspeople relaxing when they didn’t see the dead queen, some even congratulating their parents (mostly William though, for some reason).

The family then walked their way to a building with the sign “Dr. Scratchnsniff and Nurse Nerz’s”. Right, the doctors. Their father knocked on the door.

“Willaim! You’re back, thank goodness,” A blonde shapely woman opened the door and gave their father a tight hug.

“Yes, yes, all in one piece,” William laughed and returned the hug. The woman stepped back and examined all of them.

“You say that... but who’s blood is that?” She pointed at him.

“There was... an incident at the star. We’re just here to apologize about the cart, and to give Dot a quick check-up just to make sure she’s okay,” Lena said.

“The cart? What happened to the cart?” A man’s voice with a distinct German accent spoke from beyond the door.

“Avalanche,” Lena sighed, as the nurse allowed the family in.

“Oh... right, yes. We heard about that,” The doctor scratched his bald head from behind his desk.

“How on earth did you get here without the cart?” The nurse asked.

“We took my mother’s carriage,” Lena said.

“Oh dear- she’s not... is she?” The woman and doctor exchanged a glance.

“She is, and I don’t regret a thing,” Lena stated sharply, ending that conversation.

“So... a check-up, ya?” said the doctor, standing up. Quickly, he examined Dot up and down. “Nothing seems off or broken from a glance... what happened, exactly?”

“W-well we dug our way out of the snow from the avalanche and then we were running towards the star and then there was a gunshot and she got shot in the back and then...” Yakko couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Ah... I see... so the Wishing Star..?” he asked William and Lena. They nodded.

“I’ll give her a quick exam. However, the rooms are fairly small, so only one parent please,” He said, picking up a clipboard from his desk.

“I’ll go,” William said. “C’mon Dot,” he smiled softly at her. Dot glanced at Yakko once before going to her dad, and they went down the hall and disappeared with the doctor.

So... great.

“You can just wait here if you’d like, it surely won’t take long,” The nurse smiled softly at Yakko.

“My name is Helloise, by the way,” She said.

“Oh right! I’m so sorry- these are my sons, Yakko and Wakko,” Lena gestured to both, though Wakko was still in her arms.

“Pleasure to meet you,” She nodded at both of them. Wakko smiled back. Yakko said nothing.

They sat there a moment in silence, with Helloise going back to her desk and doing some work, and leaving the boys and their mother alone to talk.

“So... Wakko, what’s the first thing you want to do when we get home?” Lena asked.

“I wanna have a big fancy picnic in the garden,” Wakko grinned up at his mom.

“That sounds lovely dear,” Lena smiled and nuzzled his nose. “What about you, Yakko?”

“I uh... I don’t know,” he shrugged. Sure, he had come up with an idea of just sitting and being in a room with his parents this morning, but now the idea felt ridiculous, but at the same time, he couldn’t really think of a replacement activity that could make up for the time lost. The headache flared again, and Yakko slumped a little in his seat.

Good god, he wanted to go home.

Another moment of silence passed. Yakko wished he knew what to say, he usually never shut up, but now...

Today was a lot, to say the least.

He was probably just tired and needed to go home.

Eventually, William and Dot returned with a thumbs up, though the doctor stopped Lena momentarily and whispered something to her. She nodded her head once, thanked him, promised they’d reimburse all the supplies they’ve used over the year tenfold, and they were off again.

On the way home, the sun began to set, and this time Yakko found it much easier to close his eyes, figuring he probably wore himself out. The soothing rhythm of the carriage moving along the path lulled his mind to a stop for once, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

He was woken by his mother when the carriage came to a stop. Slowly all of them got out and went in.

Maids and guards alike gasped and gawked at the sight of William and Lena, reminding Yakko yet again that they were gone a year, not dead. People asked for information on the queen, and Lena told them what had happened.

So Yakko had been right, Angelina had hired assassins to kill his parents... they were just unsuccessful.

Huh.

After a while, Lena ordered them to let them rest for the night and that they could finish early today and the maids and servants and guards dissipated as quickly as they had gathered.

“Well... now that they’re gone... I believe it’s bedtime now, isn’t it?” William looked at Wakko and Dot.

“Aww, do we have to?” Wakko pouted. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Alone? Don’t you share a room with..?” Lena looked at Yakko, who shook his head.

“Well... here, I have an idea. How about we all sleep together in our room tonight, hm? The bed is plenty big enough and it’ll be just like old times,” Lena smiled.

“Really?!” Dot and Wakko beamed. Lena laughed.

“Of course,” She said. “Just go get your pajamas on and wait for a few, I’ll come to get you when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, mommy!” Dot said, giving her mother a powerful hug, which Lena returned. Wakko did the same before they both ran off to their rooms. Yakko started to go, but Lena stopped him.

“Yakko, what’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“I dunno,” Yakko kicked the rug beneath his feet. “I just- I guess I have a lot of questions.”

“As do we,” William sighed. “Here- let’s talk in the study. It’ll feel more private,” he said. Nobody argued with that so they went into the familiar family study, and they sat down in the comfortable chairs.

“So... what’s on your mind?” Lena asked. Yakko bit his lip.

More like what wasn’t on his mind.

“Just... how, and why and why and how,” Yakko rubbed his arms. “I-i mean... a year with her. I-i just... I knew you’d never leave on purpose, and I knew about the assassins, but... yeah...”

“Hey,” Lena softly placed her hand under his chin and made him look at her. “Don’t feel bad for feeling this way- you have a right to be upset and confused. It’s... a lot, I know,” She sighed. Yakko nodded.

“Well... what happened was that mother hired attackers to kill us, though for some odd reason she didn’t want it to be in the castle,” William explained.

“Probably didn’t want to stain the tapestries,” Lena snorted. “But yes... we were taken away, though not without severe injuries... a few of which you saw...” She looked at Yakko, and his eyes went to the scar on her shoulder.

“Right,” he said.

Lena took a deep breath. “It had been snowing so ice covered the roads. The only way we were freed was because the carriage slid and crashed against a tree and we ran for it. Eventually, we reached the town of Acme Falls, the town your father grew up in,” she looked at William.

“I was friends with the nurse throughout my childhood, so when we came half-dead, she was quick to help, though it took roughly a year to recover from everything,” William said.

“Well, for me anyway,” Lena muttered to herself. “Still... we missed you three every day and wished we could come home with all of our might. I can’t count the number of times I wept thinking about what that awful woman was doing to the three of you...” Lena looked off, her eyes becoming foggy at the memory. William held her hand and gave it a squeeze, stroking it with his thumb. She didn’t phase.

“S-so you really were alive? Huh...” Yakko tried to process it all. “A-and it’s not like you could’ve come back because grandma would’ve just said you were imposters and that’s treason, right? It just would’ve gotten you killed again.”

“That’s exactly right, Yakko,” William nodded. Yakko flopped back in his seat, still thinking about it.

“Yakko, I’m so sorry... I never meant to leave you with her- any of you. I should’ve killed her years ago...” Lena said that last part mostly to herself, but they still heard.

“Mom, it’s okay... really...” Yakko reassured.

“No, it’s not. None of this should have happened. You three deserve so much better... You deserve to be safe and happy and loved...” Lena rubbed her arms.

“Lena, my love...” William said, but she still didn’t look at him.

“Grandma can’t hurt us anymore, it’s okay Mom,” Yakko said. “We’re gonna be okay now because we’re together, remember? We’re all here.”

Lena blinked.

“You’re right- of course, you’re right,” Lena laughed a little, more sad than happy. “We’re together again. You’re here, I’m here, we’re here,” her grip on her arms tightened.

She was shaking.

Yakko didn’t even hesitate to get up and wrap her in a tight hug.

“It’s okay mom. You dealt with her, she can’t hurt us anymore. You’re back... you’re alive,” Yakko said, tears coming to his eyes.

His parents were alive.

His grandmother was dead.

They were safe.

“Yakko, I love you so much,” Lena hugged him tightly, crying tears of her own.

“I love you too, mom,” He sniffled. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too,” She kissed his forehead, and a wave of comfort and nostalgia washed over him.

He missed her so much...

“Would you like to join your siblings in our little sleepover tonight?” Lena asked him. Yakko nodded, still hugging her.

“Good, now go get into your pajamas, and meet us in a few,” Lena kissed his head again, and let him go. Yakko got up and gave his dad a big hug too.

“I missed you too Dad,” He smiled a little.

“I missed you too, Yakko,” William hugged back.

Yakko then ran off to go change, feeling relieved and happy.

His parents were alive and his grandmother was dead.

This was the cause for a giant celebration.

He ran to his room and was about to change when he looked down at his gloves and saw the blood once more.

The feeling of joy was sucked out as he remembered Dot’s weak pleas to go home... how much she shook and cried... how cold she felt when she... when she...

They were home.

They were together.

A big happy family.

Dot was alive too.

Yakko took off the gloves and put them deep into his laundry. He never wanted to see that much of his sister’s blood ever again. Especially not on his watch...

They were home.

They were together.

They were safe.

Yakko repeated that in his mind until he felt calm again, changing into his pajamas, burying his bloodstained pants also in his laundry.

A big happy family.

God, Yakko hoped so.

Quickly, he finished getting ready and ran to join his sibs in their parent’s room, which to his surprised looked like it hadn’t been touched in a year, outside of fixing any damage the attack could’ve done. Still- it was just as he remembered, which felt nice.

“Haha, you’re slow,” Dot stuck her tongue out at Yakko.

“Am I now?” Yakko raised an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed.

“Oh settle down you three, it’s late enough already” Lena rolled her eyes and chuckled tiredly.

“Lullaby! Lullaby!” Wakko and Dot chanted in unison, which only made Lena laugh more.

“Alright, alright. I know it’s been a while... I’ll have to choose one that makes it worth it...” She thought to herself, tapping her finger on her chin. Yakko made his way in between his two sibs, who were sitting completely upright in anticipation.

“You know the rules you two, you have to lay down, or else it doesn’t work,” Lena pointed out. Quickly and giggly, the two younger siblings laid down, kicking and practically bouncing with energy.

“Let's go in the garden, you’ll find something waiting. Right there where you left it, laying upside down,” She started, and Yakko felt an ocean of relaxation and comfort enter him. He missed her singing more than he could’ve ever said, and hearing it again- well... it was indescribable.

“When you finally find it, you’ll see how it’s faded. The underside is lighter when you turn it around,” Yakko didn’t remember her ever singing this one, but he didn’t care.

“Everything stays, right where you left it. Everything stays... but it still changes. Ever so slightly, daily and nightly, in little ways, when everything stays,” She continued, her voice visibly relaxing and tiring out Yakko and his sibs. She really was the best.

“Go down to the ocean... the crystal tide is rising. Water’s gotten higher, as the shore washes out,” She continued, the kids slowly closing their eyes.

“Keep your eyes wide open, Even when the sun is blazing. The moon controls the tide, it could cause you to drown.”

“Everything stays, right where you’ve left it. Everything stays, but it still changes. Ever so slightly, Daily and nightly, In little ways... when everything stays...” she finished, kissing each of them on their foreheads.

“Goodnight my loves,” She whispered.

“G’night mommy,” Dot smiled sleepily, as she cuddled against William, who himself was also practically asleep. Lena chuckled tiredly as she laid back down, humming another verse to herself, and Yakko felt his eyelids go heavy and he slowly drifted to sleep.

.o0o.

“Y-yakko, you’ll go home too, right?” she sniffled, but regretted that.

The pain was sharp. Her whole body was on fire and being consumed by it. She could feel herself growing weaker as the pain only got stronger.

“O-of course. All of us- we’ll all be there, okay? We’re gonna get our wish and we’re gonna go home, okay?”

Some of his tears fell onto her face.

“O-okay... We-we’re gonna go home, a-and be together- a big happy family,” she smiled at the thought of it.

“Y-yeah Dot. A big happy f-family,” he stroked her face with his thumb.

Another wave, this one hurt more. She all but collapsed back into the snow. Oh god- please make it stop- please make it stop-

“Yakko, I don’t wanna die- I’m not ready to die.”

She wanted to reach out- to cling to him- her arms couldn’t move.

“Dot- no. Y-you can’t die-”

He looked so sad...

“Yakko I wanna go home,”

She squeezed his hand with all she had. She wanted to hug him, to have this agony taken away. Good god, it hurt.

“It’s gonna be okay, Dot. Y-you aren’t gonna die.”

Her father lied. She was dying- she knew it- good god, it was consuming her-

She was so tired...

No... No, she couldn’t- She had to stay- they were getting so sad-

Say something!!! They need you, Dot-

“I-i l-love y-you...”

No- that’s not enough-

No-

“No!!!” Dot shot up in her parent’s bed, tears streaming down her face, and her breathing heavy. She put a hand on her chest and flinched.

She could still feel how it felt when she was dying.

“Dot..? Sweetie, what’s the matter?” William rubbed his eyes and to Dot’s horror, she realized she woke everyone up.

“I-i’m so sorry-” She apologized, wiping her face. “I-i didn’t mean- please don’t get mad,” she pleaded.

Wiliam and Lena exchanged a look.

“Dot? What’s the matter?” Wakko frowned and sat up, placing a hand on her shoulder, which she shook off, which she immediately felt guilty over.

Good god, what was happening?

“I-it hurts,” She cried.

“What hurts? Dot, are you alright?” William sat upright and got in front of her.

“I-i can still feel it i-in here,” she pointed to her chest, right where the pain was.

“Oh no... Dot, honey, I’m so sorry,” William gasped, quickly wrapping her in a tight hug. Dot wanted to push away at first, but it turns out the hug did help to make her feel better.

“Mummy? What’s wrong with Dot?” Dot heard Wakko ask. Lena squeezed Wakko’s shoulder.

“It has many names... but let’s just say a nightmare for now...” Lena sighed.

“Oh...” Wakko said, turning back to his little sister.

“It’s okay, Dot. We’re all here, you’re safe. It’s okay,” Wakko patted her head lightly, as it was all he could think to do while she was wrapped in her dad’s arms. Dot sniffled.

“I-i’m sorry for waking you- you should go back to sleep,” She said. Wakko frowned.

“I-is it about the..?” Wakko didn’t need to finish his sentence. Dot nodded. Wakko’s head lowered.

“Oh...” He looked away. Yakko put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry Dot. I-it was meant for me- I-i should’ve-”

“No, Wakko. This is not your fault,” Yakko stopped him.

“B-but she was-”

“’But she was’ nothing. This is nobody except your grandmother’s fault, and she’s already paying the price,” Lena said.

“Y-yeah Wakko, it’s n-not your fault,” Dot sniffled, feeling better as the pain was going away slightly, though it was still there.

“O-okay...” Wakko sniffled and wiped his face. “A-are you okay, Dot?”

“I-i’m okay...” she stretched the truth. She knew she wasn’t dying but it still frightened her.

William and Lena shared a look with each other, holding a silent conversation. Eventually, Lena nodded and got up, giving Dot a quick kiss on the cheek.

“It’ll be okay Dot... we’ll find someone really good to help you so this doesn’t happen, okay?” She smiled softly. Dot nodded, not really knowing what she meant, before Lena went to her desk and started writing a letter.

“It’s okay pumpkin. After all, we’re right here, just like you wanted,” William kissed the top of her head.

“Y-yeah Dot, just like you wanted,” Yakko said happily.

That did bring a smile to her face.

They were together, at home, safe and sound.

The pain faded, and Dot broke the embrace with her dad to open her arms to her brothers, who then turned and hugged her. William and eventually Lena joined this hug too, and Dot smiled.

They were home, they were together.

Their grandma was dead. She couldn’t hurt them anymore- nobody could. Not anymore.

They were together now,

That’s all that mattered.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 The End

#angelina 1 lives au #my fics #yakko wakko and dot #angelina warner #william warner #queen angelina ii #sir william the good #long post #angst #feels #hurt/comfort #tw blood #tw death #tw ptsd #trauma #im sobbing-#lets get them some therapy lol #alsjchnwjxkwjrjr #animaniacs

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thepremedthatwrites · 3 years

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Isolated (pt. 3)

summary: You had married Peter as an arrangement. There was no love involved. At least that’s what you thought but things can change. While you may have been unsure of your feelings for the High King, you were certain of one thing: your loneliness.

part 1 | part 2

The golden rays of the summer sun warmed me as I sat on the bench with Susan. I watched with a smile as Peter played with Ollie a few feet away in the garden. He picked up the boy, spinning him around and causing Ollie to giggle uncontrollably. “Oh (y/n), I can’t believe there’s going to be a second child running through the halls of Cair Paravel soon!” A few months had passed since Susan, Lucy, and I had spent the afternoon in the meadows. After that day, it wasn’t hard for me to befriend Edmund with the help of chess, books, and sword-fighting.

“I just can’t wait to be able to see my feet again,” I joked, placing a hand on my stomach. I jumped as a pair of hands were placed on top of mine. I looked behind me to Peter and Ollie had snuck up behind me. Ollie had a goofy grin on his face, the teddy bear Lucy had made him in his hands.

“What are you two talking about?” Peter questioned.

“Just talking about Audrey,” I replied, hoping my blush wasn’t too obvious. Peter scrunched his face at this.

“Audrey? Isn’t that a bit formal? I was thinking of Lily.”

“Lily? You want to name our baby after a flower?”

“Well yes, flowers are beautiful are they not? Just like you.” He dipped down, pressing his lips to my neck. I was sure my cheeks were now a very obvious pink.

“Sucking up to me won’t…” I stopped mid-sentence as my eyes caught Maria who was walking through the garden. That all too familiar feeling of guilt pulled at my heart again.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, lifting his head from my neck. He followed my gaze and his lips formed a thin line. “Don’t let her get to you,” he said softly. Susan frowned as Ollie had already wandered off, seemingly more interested in the nearby flowers than our conversation.

“If you want, I could talk to her,” Susan said.

“No,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I should be the one who talks to her. She deserves at least that.”

“(Y/n), you don’t still blame yourself do you?” I stayed quiet causing Peter to let out a sigh. He moved to sit next to me, taking my hands into his. “I can only speak for myself but I for one am extremely grateful for this marriage. It was a blessing in disguise and I was able to discover a relationship that I could have never imagined. What Maria and I had was nice while it lasted but both of us knew it wouldn’t last. My relationship with her was not one of love but of lust. What we have,” he paused, squeezing my hands, “What we have is real. I love you (y/n). I love you with all I am.”

The last of Peter’s words seemed to linger in the air. We had never expressed our love for each other in words. Hearing it come from Peter’s mouth caused my heart to swell. I wiped the tears from my eyes, looking up at Peter. I almost drowned in the love Peter held in his eyes. I couldn’t handle the intensity of his gaze, causing me to turn to Ollie who was walking from flower to flower. His (h/c) locks curled at their ends, framing his soft face. His glimmering blue eyes shone as he laughed at a butterfly that fluttered past him.

“Susan,” I said softly, still watching my son. “Would you accompany me when I converse with Maria?”

I could feel my heart race as Susan and I neared Maria’s bed chambers. “(Y/n), are you sure you want to do this now? Wouldn’t it be smarter if we waited until after you gave birth?” There was a part of me that wanted to agree with her and turn around while I still could. But I couldn’t wait anymore. Maria and I had to settle this now.

“I’m sure,” I said as we stopped in front of Maria’s door. I softly knocked on the mahogany. I looked at Susan who gave me a reassuring smile before the door opened, revealing Maria, her older brother standing further into the room. She stood in silence and I forgot how to speak for a moment before Susan lightly nudged me.

“Maria,” I said, my voice much louder than I had anticipated. “I wanted to talk.” Maria looked back at her brother who only nodded at her. She said nothing, only removing her body from the door frame, allowing Susan and me entrance. All four of us stood in awkward silence for a moment before I was able to gather the courage to speak. “I want to apologize,” I said, wringing my hands as I stood underneath the glare of Maria’s dark eyes. “I know that you loved Peter and I took that away. But it was never my intention, the marriage had only been contrived for political gain. I didn’t even have a say in it.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Maria said. While she may have meant to speak those words with venom, her voice was instead soft. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes.

“And I am not here to give you it,” I said. I shifted my weight on my feet, glancing at Susan who nodded at me to continue. I took a step closer to Maria. “I know what it’s like to feel that the world is against you. Trust me. But holding onto that fear and anger isn’t going to help.” I watched as a tear fell down Maria’s cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

“You don’t understand. I gave Peter everything.”

“You can’t live in the past, Maria,” Susan said, speaking before I could. “Both you and Peter had decided to end the relationship. It was not just my brother’s decision.”

“Perhaps it is time to let go of your anger,” Caspian spoke up. Maria glared at her brother as if he had betrayed her.

“I’m not angry!” Maria protested.

“No, you’re not,” I said, cutting off both Caspian and Susan from saying anything. “You’re hurt.” Maria’s eyes locked with mine and for a moment, I saw the girl who’s heart had been broken. The girl who had to watch the man she loved marry someone else. It wasn’t anger that sat in her heart. It was pain.

“I’m sorry,” Maria whispered. “I’m so sorry.” I stepped so I was close enough to wipe the tears from Maria’s face.

“You don’t need to apologize for your justified emotions,” I said softly. Before I could say anything, my mind was filled with pain. I gasped, grabbing my stomach. The pain had intensified as I staggered towards Maria’s vanity to steady myself.

“(Y/n)!” Susan exclaimed, rushing to me.

“Aslan’s mane! I think she’s going into labor,” Maria breathed, rushing to my other side. Susan and Maria led me to Maria’s bed.

“Caspian, get Peter,” Susan said, grabbing my hand. I could see Susan’s calculating eyes look between Maria and me. We needed the doctor but Maria had no knowledge of where my doctor was. “I’ll get the doctor. Maria, stay with (y/n).” Maria nodded, her eyes wide with fear.

Susan rushed out the door, leaving me with Maria. “I didn’t plan for our first real conversation to be while I was giving birth,” I said, trying to smile. My smile turned into a wince as a wave of pain washed over me.

“We may have been able to prevent that if I didn’t let my stubbornness get in the way,” Maria replied, giving a small smile.

“Or if I gathered the courage to speak to you earlier,” I added. I gasped as my body was possessed by pain. Maria took my hand, worry sketched on her face. I turned to her, trying to hide the pain. I didn’t remember giving birth being this painful. “I guess we’re both to blame.” Maria’s door burst open to reveal Peter and Caspian. Peter rushed to my other side, grabbing my other hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes wide as he scanned my body.

“Yeah, just casually giving birth,” I replied, trying to smile. Instead, I let out a small yelp as I felt the next contraction, this one more intense than the previous ones.

“Where’s the doctor?” Peter asked, his voice louder than before. As if on cue, Susan and the doctor burst into the room. The next few hours were a muddled mess of pain and shouting as the doctor guided me. My face was covered in sweat, my face contorted with pain as both Peter and Maria held my hands. With one final push, I felt the pain start to subside, the faint cry of a baby able to be heard.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the doctor at my side, a small infant in their hands. “It’s a girl, Your Majesty.” I smiled as I took the infant into my arms. I could feel Peter sit on the bed next to me.

“She has your eyes,” he said softly. I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Ollie had been born, we had barely even talked and he had been there only for formalities. Now, as I watched him coo at the baby, I knew that his love for both me and the child in my arms was limitless. He turned to me a wide grin on his face. Peter leaned in, kissing me gently on the cheek.

“Do you guys have a name?” Susan asked. Both Peter and I paused, looking at each other, we had never settled on a name.

“We could do Lily,” I said.

“No, no. I do think Audrey is a great name,” Peter replied.

“May I make a suggestion” Maria cut in. Both Peter and I turned to her, slightly shocked at her addition to the conversation.

“Of course,” I said.

“How about Grace?” I looked at Peter to see a matching smile on his face.

“I love it,” I said, Peter nodding in agreement.

I spent a few weeks recovering from giving birth. Maria visited me every day. It turned out we had much in common and enjoyed speaking of different castle gossip. I walked down the castle hall, happy to be able to get fresh air again. The sound of footsteps fast approaching caused me to turn to see Maria. “(Y/n)!” she exclaimed, slightly jogging the rest of the way to me. A large smile was on her face. “It is extremely important that you go to the garden right now.”

“Is there a problem?” I asked, suddenly worried that Ollie had gotten injured there.

“No,” she replied, the smile on her face growing.

“What do you have planned?” I questioned as we made our way to the garden.

“Absolutely nothing.” As we entered the garden, I saw Lucy and Edmund playing with Ollie while Susan was holding Grace in her arms and conversed with Caspian. Peter was standing near a tree, seemingly studying the bark on its trunk. I turned to ask Maria what I was needed for only to see she had disappeared to join Susan and Caspian. Peter turned to see me, a small smile growing on his face.

I made my way to him, smiling back. “So, were you all holding a party without me?” I joked as Peter pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled into it, enjoying the luxury of kissing my husband - something I had never imagined would happen when we had first married.

“We would never,” Peter replied as we pulled apart. I couldn’t help but notice the nervous fidgeting Peter was doing.

“Is everything alright?”

“Of course,” he started, taking a deep breath, “I just have something I must ask you.”

“Peter, what do you…” I trailed off as I watched Peter pulling out a small box from his pocket.

“(Y/n),” Peter started. The others had fallen quiet and I could feel their eyes on us. “When we first met, I could have never imagined the love that I would feel for you. As our relationship grew, my realization of my feelings for you became more evident.” I watched in shock as he knelt to his knees, opening the box to reveal a golden ring, a small diamond attached to it. “Our first marriage was one of royal duties. Would you do me the honor of marrying me again? This time, not for power but for love.”

I barely noticed the tears streaming down my face as I smiled down at the man that I had learned to love. “Yes,” I said. Peter smiled, taking my hand and putting the ring on it. He got up, pulling me in for a kiss. This kiss was filled with passion as if pressing our lips hard enough would transfer the love we held for each other to the other person. I could barely hear the claps and cheers from the others over my own heartbeat.

I had arrived at the castle seeing it as a prison sentence. But now, I viewed the castle as my home. I was surrounded by those who cared about me and in turn, I cared about them. I was no longer isolated. Instead, I was loved.

#peter pevensie #high king peter #King Peter the Magnificent #peter pevensie x reader #peter x reader #peter pevensie fanfic #peter pevensie imagine #narnia #The Chronicles of Narnia #narnia fanfiction #peter pevensie preference #imagine #fanfic #preference

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poptod · 3 years

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Hi! Can I have an enemies to lovers fic between Ahkmenrah and a Nubian Queen, where their territories are at war with each other (as in a war is literally taking place) 😇😇

notes: man, ive been integrating nubia/kush into my ancient egyptian stories for How long now and i havent thought of doing this? damn. anyway i sort of changed the prompt a little cause i didnt want to get too much into the politics between ancient egypt and nubia cause holy fuck was that a hyperobsession of mine for a bit WC: 1.8k

This was... unconventional, to put it lightly. You and a Pharaoh inherited a war from your parents – a longlasting conflict between Nubia and Egypt, and having it end up this way was something no one could have prepared for.

You had directed armies yourself; put yourself in battle, ridden hordes of bulls through encampments and foreign soldiers. It was a purposeful tactic to incite fear in those who opposed you, a lesson in the dramatics handed down to you by your father. He always had an eye for showmanship.

Ahkmenrah conducted undercover operations and covert raids and, at times, led his armies into battle. He was renowned for his work with swords and daggers, often using fire to get his way. By lighting your cities aflame, he weakened the power of Nubia, and destroyed precious resources and lives.

Both of you had earned your share of scars, up and down your arms, puncturing your chest and slashing your skin. You personally fought one another on several occasions – the month-long conflict in Semna, the burning of Buhen, the advance on Aswan. Your officers attested to your hatred of the man, and the people of Egypt were well in the know of the Pharaonic family's distaste for Nubians.

"That bastard cut two of my fingers off," you often recounted, and often (and coincidentally) on the same days the Pharaoh would say, "that little shit ruined my perfect skin."

What he meant by this remained, for a good while, unknown to those who heard it. His officers and advisors had asked him several times, but he never gave a straight answer. He kept it a nice secret till it was inevitably discovered to be long, numerous scars ranging all up his back. From his shoulder blades to the small of his back, scars had ruined the once smooth skin, a gift from you to him.

How you gave him these scars was also unknown, and continued to be so forever. He never answered how it happened and you never spoke about it.

However, the answer became clear, though not officially confirmed.

You looked off the side of the bed, listless eyes drifting between the different paintings lining the bedroom's walls. Unlike the grandeur of the court room and dining room, the images were not of the Pharaoh, instead displaying the wealth of a happy garden. It was art you had somehow come to miss in your time away from Egypt.

Kisses landed on the back of your neck before hands travelled to your waist, squeezing the supple skin as the kisses grew lower. You attempted to shake the touch off but he was persistent.

"No," you said, squirming in place but not bothering to leave your spot on the bed. "I came here to settle my debt and I should return to that."

"Lie here with me and your debt is settled," he murmured, lips moving against your skin as he spoke.

"That is not even close to –"

"Shhh," he said softly, and his movements continued without pause, searching the body he had gotten to know uncomfortably well.

Unbeknownst to the populace and to many of your officials, the two of you exchanged letters. Nothing of fantastic importance nor hatred, but instead a communication between two people who had no one else to relate to besides each other. Where else would you find a King or Queen embroiled in conflict?

So you related to one another, and the information you relayed in your letters was always thrice-checked, a tactic to keep Ahkmenrah from using anything against you. He did the same with his own letters, which you expected him to.

Your worst enemy and closest friend continued to kiss you as you lay in his bed, his hand wandering lower till he tugged at the hem of your skirt.

"I'm going to kill you one of these days," you said as you rolled over, facing him head-on. As usual, your words were curt, to the point, and spoken in a nearly monotone voice with complete seriousness. As usual, his eyes were glittering with the excitement you often sparked in him, the most bittersweet of smiles always tainting his lips.

"You've tried six times and you've been unsuccessful thus far," he said in a teasing manner, his grin spreading.

"Well then," you said as he moved to hold himself above you, one hand planted on either side of your head as he sat between your legs, "one more try won't hurt."

"Please don't try to kill me while I'm having sex with you," he groaned.

"I don't want undead dick in me, so I thought I'd do it before or after," you said, something he apparently found amusement in.

"If you weren't the one that destroyed my alliance with Punt, I would marry you so hard," he admitted before diving in to kiss you, aligning perfectly with your lips. You tried two times to reply, but you were entirely muted, and eventually you gave in.

You hated him from the moment you met him. Was that still true, though? Did you still hate him, the man who had taken so much from you, gifting it back in the form of a physical love. His actions in the throes of passion did not suffice as an apology, so you assumed yes––you still hated him.

After all was said and done, you didn't dare to linger. Being absent more than a day from your country never boded well, though the journey back would take up the rest of the day, as the sun had risen a short time ago. You dressed yourself and bid a hasty good-bye to the Pharaoh, who asked you to stay longer.

"If I stay any longer I'm going to suffocate you," you said as you adjusted your belt.

"Have you ever stopped to think maybe I want that?" He asked, and in pure confusion you turned to him, your expression contorted. He explained further, "I've heard choking can be very good during sex."

"Shut the fuck up," you sighed, rolling your eyes as you turned back to your reflection. He just chuckled, flopping back down on the bed.

You paused for a moment––stopped dressing yourself, and instead unwillingly turned your attention to Ahkmenrah's reflection in the mirror, his curls a mess as he stared up at the ceiling. The slow rise and fall of his chest did not match the heavy blush on his cheeks. As he turned to lay on his side, you caught sight of his back, and the numerous scratch marks lining up and down it.

"Do they hurt?" You asked softly, and though you didn't realize it at the time, they were the first soft-spoken words you had shared with him.

"Do what hurt?" He asked in return, rolling back over to face you with a curious smile.

"Those marks on your back," you said, though you didn't turn to face him, instead locking eyes with him in the mirror. "I never mean to give you them."

"You don't?" He asked, quirking one of his brows. "I've always thought of them as a memento. I mean they hurt, but... most things you do hurt me."

For as right as he was, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment for your actions. You had done many things to him and around him, and by both of your accounts, none of the things you'd done had helped him in any way. Except the sex, but neither of you thought of that as your own actions. But he was handsome, and he was kind to his people. Despite the mutual hatred between you he always ensured you were alright with what he was doing in bed. It was two different versions of yourselves––the battlefield, and the home. He was a perfect lover and a ruthless King, and you never bothered to be anything but a spiteful ruler on and off the battlefield.

"Put some lavender oil on it," you said, fixing your collar. "It helps get rid of scars.

"We don't have any lavender oil ever since you cut off our trade network," he said flatly.

"Oh," you paused, "right."

You took one more moment to watch him through his reflection before you took a deep breath.

"I have to leave now. Try not to get into any trouble, or start any, before I get home," you said.

"When will I see you next?" He asked, his cheek squished into the mattress.

"Probably when you wake up at midnight with a knife above your head."

He laughed, but before he could properly respond, you left out the door with your veil concealing your identity. So instead he sighed, turning back to the ceiling as the image of you imprinted itself behind his eyelids. He would miss you no matter how hard he tried not to, and he knew this because every time you left him in his bedroom, emptiness replaced the warmth in his chest. Your warmth.

The moment he passed the threshold of his room, however, he fell back into his natural state––the one he held around his palace officials and citizens. The man who burnt down cities. Very rarely did he ever let this facade fall, and in the following weeks he kept up with it, only breaking it for a split second on a humid evening.

Mail had come into his study, full of letters, plans, and maps all addressed to him. Usually he went through them with his advisors and vizier, but tonight was a holy night, and many of them had asked for the day off, which he of course granted.

The last piece of mail wasn't a scroll or a letter, but instead a small package with a note inside. He frowned as he tore open the sealing, curious to see its' contents. Out fell a sturdy glass bottle, followed by a slip of paper, and the bud of a dried flower.

Get a pretty girl and have her use this on you.

Signed, your friend

He twisted the cork off the bottle. The scent inside was strong enough to reach him without him having to bring it to his nose, and instantly he recognized the source.

Lavender.

He grinned, a grin that only grew larger as he thought of what to say in return. In a flash he grabbed his own papyrus and pen, scribbling down a neat response.

Use it on me yourself, coward.

Signed, your love.

A week later the mail came into your home, and for a good while you sorted through it, though what first caught your attention was the insignia Ahkmenrah planted on each of his covert letters. A lotus. You set that aside––it was not as important as other matters, and it could wait until a little later.

When you did open it, however, you went into such a fluster that a blush coated your face for a good three days.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Double Heart | Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Cosima

|previous part|

Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3549

Warnings: None

A/n Thanks for your patience, and happy reading :)

Our first day of traveling is rough.

In my months of comfort in Imladris, I easily forgot the vigor with which galloping on a horse shakes you. By the time we stop for the night, every muscle and bone in my body is screaming for rest. And, despite Haldir’s assurance that I will get used to the weight and awkwardness of the metal that is somehow both cold and hot, the chainmail has grated on my nerves all day.

Haldir helps me down from Faervel and I wince when my feet make contact with the ground.

“Walk around for a while,” he advises, then nods towards Glorfindel. “I’ll return later — I’m going to coordinate watches and take the first shift.”

“Okay.” I smile up at him, waiting for a kiss goodbye, but he just nods once and then turns, off to get to work.

I purse my lips. I guess he’s sore from riding, too.

Trying to push the uneasiness from my mind, I spend just a few moments walking and stretching before I turn to my own tasks. I’m in charge of Faervel and two of Glorfindel’s horses, so caring for them will occupy me until supper.

{***}

When Baranor calls for dinner, I hurry to our campsite. We are close enough to Elrond’s borders that Haldir and Glorfindel feel we can light a small fire and, while nothing on the road could compare to the delicacies served at Elrond’s table, a meal cooked with fire is much better than stale bread and soggy fruit. I sit on a rock near the flames, accepting the bowl Baranor places in my hands. Alex, Glorfindel, and one of the extra guards, Nodron, join us.

After a few minutes of eating in tired silence, I hear footsteps behind me, and turn with a smile to welcome Haldir from watch. He nods at me and accepts the bowl handed to him. He sits next to me on the rock — that’s normal — but keeps distance between us and barely spares a glance in my direction. Instead, he alternates between talking strategy with Glorfindel and Nodron and scanning our surroundings. I huff, eating my soup in silence. This earns me a brief raised eyebrow, but his focus soon returns to the mountains and his conversations.

What is going on with him? Did I upset him somehow? Is he grouchy from the day of traveling?

With my food finished and no one talking to me, I have no reason to stay gathered by the fire. I stand and take my bowl to the stream, wash it out, and then return it to the bag holding our cooking supplies.

“I’m going to bed unless anyone needs anything,” I declare, picking my bag up from the ground. I’m met with shrugs and murmurs, but nothing more.

With a huff, I throw my bedroll on the ground, spread it out, and take my hair out of its braid. I roll onto my back, frowning when I notice that the stars are covered by clouds. The chainmail digs into my skin, and I shift uncomfortably. I sit up and take a cursory look around. No one can see me. How would they know?

Quickly, I stand and pull off my tunic, then tug the chainmail after it. As soon as the biting, cold metal is gone, I put my tunic back on, eager for its warmth. Already, I feel better.

“Put it back on.”

I yelp, the metal falling to the ground with a tinny clink. I whip around to face Haldir, who has appeared out of nowhere. “Where did you come from?”

My eyes have yet to adjust to the night, so I can’t read his expression, but I do see when he shrugs his shoulders. “You said you were going to bed, no? So, I followed.”

I narrow my eyes, deciding to just get to the point. “I’m not sleeping in the chainmail. It’s uncomfortable, and I don’t sleep well on the road as it is.”

“You are sleeping in the chainmail,” he counters, no room for flexibility in his voice. He bends over to lay his own bedroll a few feet from mine. Huh. Does he not want to sleep closer to me? “We could be attacked at any moment, including during the night.”

I shift on my feet, glancing warily at the peaks and valleys that surround us.

Haldir huffs, looking up at me from the ground. I’ve adjusted to the limited light and can now see the exasperated look he gives me. “I do not want to frighten you, but I do want you to be realistic. Should we be attacked, the chainmail could safe your life, so you will wear it. We are not having this discussion again.”

I set my hands on my hips and grit my teeth. So he ignores me all day and now he’s talking to me like I’m one of his wardens? Oh, no. I tilt my head to the side, staring him down. “Have you ever heard of a compromise? Do you even know what the word means?”

He stands, his towering height and stern expression creating quite an intimidating presence. But unfortunately for him, he’s kissed me softly, cuddled closer to me in the middle of the night, and told me how much he loves me. It’s kind of hard to be intimidated by someone after that.

He sets his feet. “This is not a question of compromise, it is a question of safety. I—”

“—It is a question of compromise, actually.” I cut him off. “I agreed—begrudgingly, might I add—to wear the uncomfortable, heavy chainmail for this journey. I’m only doing it for you. So that means you have to meet me in the middle and give a little. If we’re attacked, I promise I’ll put it back on. There. Compromise.”

He only raises an eyebrow. “So you are telling me that, should orcs rain arrows upon us, chaos erupt, and a legion of warriors come at us with sword and spear, you are going to take the time to undress, put the armor on, redress, and then attempt to save your life?”

Well. He’s got me there. I sniff, not ready to let him win this. “Yes.”

He doesn’t move. “Then by all means, when you study strategy for over three thousand years, fight in countless battles, and lead the most formidable military force in the realm, you can make that choice. But for now, you are a fragile, stubborn, human woman that, despite her ability to make me want to pull my hair out, I love very, very much. So you will wear the chainmail at all times.” Without breaking eye contact, he bends down, scoops the metal up, and pushes it into my hands.

I grit my teeth.

With a huff, I tug my tunic off once more. I feel a deep satisfaction when I finally make him break his stoic demeanor. He watches for a fraction of a second before nearly hurting his neck snapping his head to the sky so quickly. I smirk, pulling the chainmail over my body once more, then adding the tunic.

“You can look now.”

He clears his throat and lowers his eyes to mine, nodding once. “Thank you.”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t do it for your gratitude, Marchwarden.”

He shakes his head and lies down on his bedroll. I sit on mine, gathering my cloak over me like a blanket before lying back.

Neither of us speaks.

After a few minutes, soft noises arise in the vicinity as those not on watch make their way to their own bedrolls. Footsteps crush the grass near my head and something heavy and warm drops over me. I raise up on my elbow, opening my eyes to the tall, grinning figure of Glorfindel.

“Here you go, dear Lady Cosima,” he declares in a near sing-song voice. “I have brought you an extra blanket. It seems you are in the path of a cold front, and I would not want you to suffer for it.”

I turn to look over my shoulder at Haldir, biting my lip to stop the laughter escaping at his glower. Glorfindel’s meaning is lost on no one.

I turn back to my friend and thank him.

“It is no problem,” he waves it off, still grinning from ear to ear. “Though, if you continue to find yourself in this uncomfortable position, my bedroll is nearer to the fire.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You would switch with me?”

“No.” He winks, making sure both Haldir and I can see it. “I would allow you to join me.”

My mouth falls open, my shocked laugher sounding through the clearing. I grin, playing along. “I shall keep that in mind.”

With a final, pointed look at Haldir, Glorfindel returns to his own bedroll.

I pull the new blanket over my shoulders, snuggling into it. It smells like the outdoors, and I breathe it in. The exhaustion of the day hits me. “Goodnight Haldir, I love you,” I call, not bothering to turn around.

His annoyed grumble is the last thing I hear before sinking into sleep.

{***}

The sun rises and brings wth it a cool chill, hinting at the autumn to come. I change into fresh clothes and brush my teeth quickly, re-braiding my hair as I go. With as many of us as there are, it doesn’t take long to tack up the horses, pack the bags, dole out breakfast, and get on our way.

Haldir smiles when I meet him at Faervel’s side. He reaches for me and I think he’s about to pull me in for a hug and make up for our disagreement last night, but instead of encircling me, his hands pat at my sides — he’s feeling for the chainmail!

I gasp, pulling away from him and glare at him in accusation. “You don’t trust me!”

He only smirks haughtily and drops to one knee, waiting to help me onto the horse. “Just checking. Now please get on the horse, Cosima, we haven’t got all day.”

I grumble and press my foot into his hands with more force than is strictly necessary. He chuckles and swings me up, settling in front of me a moment later. He nudges Faervel to encourage him to move forward, quickly guiding us nearer to the front of the line. While Glorfindel is here, he and one of his guards take point. Faervel seems dissatisfied with this, and Haldir frequently has to to tug on the reins to remind him to keep his place in line.

Behind me, I hear the familiar sound of Roch’s whinny, and I turn around in greeting. Rumil and I lock eyes. I smile. He clenches his jaw and lifts his chin in the air, avoiding my gaze. I sigh sadly and turn to face forward once more. I guess I deserve that.

Haldir shifts and a warm, calloused hand encases mine against his stomach. When he speaks, it’s in a voice so low I can barely hear it — probably to keep the others from listening in. “It won’t be like this forever.”

But I don’t have forever. And neither do you.

I bite the words back before they can escape my lips. It’s something Haldir and I both already know. Saying it out loud won’t do us any good. “Has he spoken to you?”

Haldir shakes his head, eyes continuing their scan of our surroundings. “Not yet, outside of what is necessary. But he will, I’m sure of it.”

The hope for a future reconciliation will have to be enough. With a sigh, I lean my cheek against Haldir’s shoulder blade, Faervel’s trot jostling me from side to side. We haven’t even been on the road an hour and I’m already longing for my bedroll.

“Did you really not sleep well,” Haldir asks, a hint of guilt in his voice.

I decide to let him off the hook. He really is only trying to keep me safe. “Yes, but it’s not the chainmail’s fault. It’s just getting used to the ground, and I was cold, and being on the road again…well, you know.” I sigh again, stopping my words. He can fill in the rest of my sentence. He knows well that, though I feel better traveling in a larger company and with some self-defense training behind me, being in the orcs’ territory still makes me nervous since the attack.

Haldir doesn’t say anything for a while, just nods absently while his eyes scan over the ridges to our left and right. “Can I join you tonight after watch?”

I blink. “Of course.” Then, I psych myself up, hoping I don’t sound too unsure or hurt. But I have to ask — it’s been bothering me since yesterday. “Why didn’t you last night?”

Haldir makes a noise of apology. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Our nights together have been in the privacy of your bedroom. I didn’t want to put you in a position where you would be close to me while surrounded by others.”

I breathe out a shaky laugh, glad that’s all it is. “That doesn’t bother me! I just worried that you didn’t want to be seen with me so publicly.” I take another deep breath, forcing myself to get the words out. “You’ve pretty much ignored me since we left Imladris.”

His shoulders tense. Then, he twists in his seat just enough that we can look each other in the eye. “I’m sorry, it was not my intention to treat you that way. It’s just—” he sighs, shaking his head. “I can afford to relax in Imladris and will be able to once we get to Lothlórien, but the road is completely different. Say I were to kiss you or hold your hand, and become distracted. In that one moment, I could miss something, and that could cost the life of someone here. I can’t risk that.”

I nod, the pieces coming together. “I can understand that.” I raise up, just high enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

{***}

Haldir takes the second watch shift, so I fall asleep on my own. But late in the night, I’m awoken by warm arms encircling me and pulling me against a solid chest.

I smile, snuggling into the warmth. “Hi.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers, mindful of our companions.

“It’s alright.” I match his volume. “How was watch?”

He pushes a strand of hair over my shoulder and smooths it down my back. “Quiet.”

I hum in response, already slipping back into sleep.

He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, melethril.”

{***}

An hour into our journey the next morning, dark clouds form ahead.

Haldir curses under his breath.

I rest my chin against his back, trying to use him to block the wind. “That doesn’t look fun.”

“No, it does not,” he agrees, voice grave.

The wind blows again, and I shiver.

“Not minding the layer of armor now, are you,” he teases, tilting this head slightly so I can see the upturn of his cheek.

I roll my eyes, not about to admit that I’m thankful for the extra layer. “Eyes on the path, Marchwarden.”

He leans to the side and hands me the reins. “Here.” Before I can register what he’s doing, he’s gripped Faervel’s mane and swung from the front of the horse to the back.

“What—” I sputter, whipping my head around to stare at him in disbelief. “How did you do that?”

“Practice.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, but his chest puffs out proudly.

I shake my head, still trying to figure it out. But all thoughts die when he shifts, pressing himself against my back. He takes his cloak and arranges it to fall over my shoulders and cross at my front, providing another layer of warmth. He takes the reins from me and holds them in front, his arms resting against my sides.

I lean back against his chest. “I’m not gonna lie, I like this way of riding much better.”

He makes a noise of appreciation. “I thought you might.” He presses a quick kiss to my cheek then returns to all-business.

I purse my lips. I never really considered how frustrating it would be to be in the constant company of others for three weeks straight. Because right now, I want to turn around and kiss him until neither of us can breathe, but I can’t.

But the thoughts of what else I’d like to do to him wash away with the torrent of rain that falls on us. I gasp loudly, streams of cold water pelting my face. The cloak Haldir had made for me is helping — I’m not soaked through like last time, but the rain is quite persistent. I look over my shoulder, seeking out Alex. He slouches on the back o Baranor’s horse, hunched against the wind and the cold.

I turn my head to face forward, calling loud enough that I hope Haldir can hear me over the thunderous rain. “Is it warmer in Lothlórien?”

His chest twitches against my back as he shifts to accommodate Faervel’s changed gait. “It rarely gets cold enough for snow, but we do see the odd storm like this, and that can really drop the temperature.”

“Wonderful,” I grumble, and shrink against him in hopes of warming up. Cold water follows the tendrils of my hair and slides down my back, over my chest, under my legs. It’s so uncomfortable. But the only thing to do is press on.

{***}

We stop for the night in the same cave we rested in on the way to Imladris. Glorfindel orders a fire to be started immediately, and his guards get to work. Minutes later, Haldir leads my shivering form deep into the cave and stops me next to the flames.

“I hate the cold,” I grumble, reaching my hands as close to the fire as I dare.

“Agreed,” Haldir murmurs, peeling the cloak from my body and lying it on the ground where it can dry. A second later, he hands me a pair of my least-wet clothes. The ellyn in the cave respectfully turn their backs while I change, but I know I’ve seen most of them naked by now, so they’ve probably seen me as well.

Ah, the joys of traveling.

Alex collapses on the other side of the fire, giving me a haggard nod. “Doing okay?”

I grin tiredly back at him. “About the same as you.”

He chuckles ruefully, shaking his head.

Haldir throws a blanket over my shoulders and tosses one to Alex. They were encased in a material similar to my cloak, so they’re mostly dry. “I will return shortly. Do not move,” he cautions, standing and leaving my side.

Alex and I warm up in silence, each of us too occupied by our discomfort. After a while, I turn to speak to him, but he has fallen asleep, snoring softly against his bedroll.

Minutes later, Haldir reappears with dinner, cooked on the larger fire near the front of the cave. It seems this one is only meant for the freezing humans.

“How are you,” he asks, tugging the blanket tighter around me.

I chuckle at his obvious worry. “Much better, thank you. And thanks for dinner.”

Haldir grimaces. “Thank Glorfindel. Though, proceed with caution, he is not an excellent cook.”

Warily, I take a bite of whatever dinner is, then scrunch up my face at the oddly sour taste. “No, he is not.”

Haldir laughs, settling himself behind me and pulling my back against his chest. “Regardless, I still recommend you eat.”

The empty feeling in my stomach concurs. We sit in silence, warming up and eating.

Haldir picks up one of my strands of hair so it catches the light of the fire. “It’s so wavy when it’s wet.”

I snort. “And it’s going to be frizzy when it dries. How do you get your hair to look so nice all the time?”

He grins, jokingly tossing his hair into my face. “Genetics, my love.”

At this, I laugh loudly, then clamp a hand over my mouth at Alex’s sleepy noise of annoyance. Haldir and I don’t move until Alex turns over and his snores echo through the cave once more.

Despite my efforts, a yawn escapes, betraying the cold exhaustion already weighing heavily in my bones. I push my bowl into Haldir’s hands. “You can finish my food. I’m more tired than hungry.”

Haldir places the bowl on the ground. “No thank you, I’ve already had more than enough of Glorfindel’s cooking.”

I grin, not blaming him one bit. I stretch out and, getting the hint, Haldir shifts to give me enough room to recline on my bedroll. To my pleasant surprise, he doesn’t rise to join the others. Instead, he lies down next to me and allows me to press my face into his chest, sandwiched between him and the warmth of the fire.

I glance up at him, forcing my eyes to stay open. “You don’t have watch tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he promises, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep well.”

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The one that got away...

Warning: None, just fluffy fluff Word count: 1,7k Summary: With a mysterious past on your pack you make your way to Wayne manor to find Damian Wayne, only to be faced with our favorite butler and a nice cup of tea... Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Requested by a lovely-dove(l)y(?) Anon: My first request is The reader from is damians past in the league of assassins and she shows up at the house while everyone is not there ( expect Alfred of course) and the just have tea and wait for him to return and when he returns ( with everyone else) he just like runs up to her and kisses her and everyone is like what the heck who is she

A/N: I didn’t really specify the ‘girl’ as the reader, but I’m sure we all know that she is supposed to be you, also AHSOSDFSJFSOPDJ all the fluff (also I really didn’t know what to call it, so the title is maybe a bit weird, but yeah)

It was noon when the doorbell of the manor rung and Alfred made his way to the entrance to check who it was. He was expecting a postman or a delivery, maybe one of the older children - who had made plans to join them for dinner on that day-, since everyone who lived in the giant house was out at the moment (Cass, Damian and Tim were in School and Bruce was in the city-office for once). What he surely didn’t expect was to open the door to see a young girl looking up at him with eyes that were so serious he almost felt threatened, not to mention the fact that she was wearing a dark fighting suit that was equipped with a hood that was laying over her hair and had knives, a sword and what looked like the outlines of a small handgun hidden in it, but not well enough for Alfred to oversee them. Working with tons of vigilantes teaches you one thing or another after years. It looked quite similar to what Damian wore when he had first come to them and it didn’t take much for him to make the connection to her being a member of the league of assassins. He wasn’t quite sure what to do at that point, but he kept his composure. “How may I help you?” he politely asked and was almost relieved when he saw her stoic demeanour change into an unsure one. She looked around a bit and shifted from one foot to the other. “Uhm...Is- Is this the home of Damian Wayne?” she asked, but couldn’t keep her eyes on him, instead opting to look at her hands as she fiddled with them. Alfred had spent enough time with traumatised, scared children that he could recognize the signs no matter how good the girl was with hiding it, the way she was looking around, shifting - as if she was ready to run away at any moment- and had one hand always near where he presumed a set of knives to be. He didn’t want to set her off so he just nodded, trying to seem as un-dangerous as possible. “Could I maybe talk to him? If that would be possible?” “I’m afraid that isn’t possible,” he started but regretted his choice of words as soon as he saw her composure falter. He quickly continued: “He is currently in School but he should be back in about an hour if you’d like to wait.” Her face seemed to brighten up and she looked at him like she was looking at Santa Clause. “That would be preferable,” she mumbled and smiled a bit, her face looked like it wasn’t used to stretch in that way. Alfred noticed how her voice sounded like she was thanking him, but her words weren’t exactly saying that, but he had seen Damian in his first few months with them so he was aware that these words were more than he could’ve expected from him back then. He led her inside and made an off-comment about her maybe wanting to leave the weapons at the door, he was well aware that asking that would most likely be futile if she was anything like Damian, only to be surprised when she took off the hood and emptied every visible and a lot of previously invisible pockets. Stacking up a dozen different kind of knives, the gun that Alfred had expected earlier, the sword and some other weapons he wouldn’t have foreseen. The act alone, even though the Butler wasn’t gullible enough to actually think she had no other weapons on her, showed him that the girl wasn’t hostile or posed a threat.

Damian was far beyond annoyed by now. When School had ended he had hoped he could go home and be left alone until it was time to go on patrol, but of course, the universe decided that the exact opposite would happen. He stepped out of Gotham Academies Gates alongside Cass who had caught up to him in the hall to be greeted by the sighed of his worst nightmare. His family in casual clothes leaning onto a car. Bruce was standing at the driver’s door beside Dick, the two of them chatting, Tim was sitting on the Hood of the car typing on his Phone and Jason was leaning onto his bike right beside the black car. “What are they doing here? Where is Pennyworth?” Damian scoffed and folded his arms in front of his chest. “Family dinner tonight,” Cassandra just shrugged and walked over to her older brothers and father. “Tt,” he huffed and joined them, brooding to himself as he quickly sat down in the backseat of the car, not wanting to necessarily talk to anyone, not even his family. They stayed on the spot for a few minutes while they were making conversation before finally, Dick, Tim, Cass and Bruce entered the vehicle, Jason sitting down onto his bike to trail after, and started making their way to the Manor. The drive was just barely tolerable, but luckily no one bothered him further than asking him about his day or how School was. God, he just wanted that day to be over with and go on Patrol already. He almost sighed with relieve when Bruce drove into the Manor spacious garage and they were able to leave the car. The six of them walking through the building to greet Alfred (Well Dick and Jason wanted to greet him, Bruce had to talk to him also and Tim, Cass and Damian had to take that route if they wanted to get to their rooms quicker). They were slightly confused when they heard two voices instead of one from inside the living room, one of them having the all too familiar tone of Alfred. He sounded by no means scared or aggressive so they weren’t worried for him, although still quite curious. They opened the door and caught sight of their beloved butler sitting opposite of a girl in a suit that they recognize all too well, not to mention the small blade that was laying beside the steaming teacup on the saucer. In the blink of a second five of the six were in a fighting stance, although more defensive than aggressive since the girl was still just sitting there drinking tea. She looked up at them and everyone in the room could immediately feel the shift in mood. Bruce mustered her and noticed how her eyes were fixated on something and he followed her gaze to his youngest son that was mirroring the girls look and Bruce couldn’t quite tell what it was that was plastered all over their faces. He noticed how Damian, arguably the most hostile child of his, hasn’t assumed any kind of defensive or aggressive stance, instead of looking rather dumbfounded. For a second there’s complete silence, but then Damian just leapt forward to the girl that basically jumped up from the chair and enveloped her in his arms. He basically picked her up and swung her around in a circle, almost throwing the table through the room if it hasn’t been for Alfred who held it stable, before setting her down again and doing something that shocked his family, well all except our saint butler, even further. He cupped her cheek with a softness they have never seen before, the girl immediately leaning into his touch, before he gave her a simple, soft, but visibly loving kiss, after which he withdrew and looked at her like she was the only person in the universe, while her eyes were still closed in bliss. “Habibti,” Damian mumbled as he laid his head into the crook of the girl’s neck and rubbed his nose lovingly against it, her hands digging into his hair as she just relished in his presence, seemingly not even realizing that there were still five new people in the room beside Alfred whom she had befriended during the hour and a half they had spent chatting and drinking tea, going as far as to actually telling him who she was (more or less) and why she was there. About how she and Damian had grown up, trained and fallen in love at the league together - she hadn’t been ‘royalty’ like he was, but her parents were high enough in the ranks that no one minded her and Damian being acquaintances - then had hidden their relationship and she had asked him to run away with her, but he had felt too much loyalty to his family to accept and they had agreed to stay in the league for a while more until they knew what to do. After that Damian’s family must have somehow found out about their relationship because she quickly found herself locked up. Later she found out that they had told Damian she had run away without him after all and then sent him to his father, after which they allowed her to go out of her cell again (only under strict surveillance). Somehow she managed to slowly gain the trust of a few other members who she managed to get information from, finding out how Damian had basically abandoned the league and was now loyal to his father. After that, she knew that she had to get to him and clear everything up and after planning out every crucial detail, she actually managed to run, using her training to get herself to America and then to Gotham without leaving a trace. Oh, how happy she was to find out that after shifting onto his father’s side Damian did the best he could to find another league member who he just said escaped the league, without telling anyone who that person exactly was. That was how she knew that everything could get better again. The first one out of Damian’s family members, that were still standing in a fighting stance, to break the silence was Bruce who looked like the sky just turned neon-green. He cleared his throat which gained the attention of Damian and the girl who parted and turned around, even though Damian was still clutching her hand into his. “You have a lot of explaining to do young man…”

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Radiance

Book : The Elementalists

Pairings : Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Celeste Russell)

Words/rating : 1.7 K / teen +

Warnings : mention of death, injuries

Genre : romance, little bit of angst

Description : Hurt : a series about Beckett's thoughts during the times MC was hurt. Added scenes (non-canon).

Pt 1 : Radiance

A/N : Hello everyone I'm back with another fic, this time in a new book and characters. I loved "the elementalists" and this is how I came up with the idea of writing a series about Beckett's feelings/thoughts when mc was hurt/fighting. In this part we're at bk 1, during/after the battle with Raife. This will be a 2 part series, if I manage to write another part, but no promises on when it'll be ready. No beta so all mistakes are mine.

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The battle against Raife and the shadow creatures was full on, all Pend Pals fighting with everything they got to cause damage to Raife, catch him off guard, buy the twins some time. Yet, as Beckett was using his magick against a monster, restraining it, he couldn't help but look at Celeste, worried as he was about her well-being.

With a single glance though, he was gone.

She was majestic. There was no other word to describe her. He was in awe of her radiance every single time. She evidently was a capable woman, moving rapidly around the room, casting spells automatically, jumping over obstacles, hands stretched out to incapacitate anything and anyone approaching her. Using her sword to cut through the shadows, fire in her eyes, her powerful presence palpable in the room, silently supporting, encouraging everyone to just keep going.

That was something that always emitted from her, her radiance, something you could see, you could sense in her. Some would think it’s because of her attunement but Beckett knew it was all because that’s who she is, attunement or not,always shining as bright as the sun itself.

She never gave up, not once. She learned about a whole new world and a whole new version of herself. She didn’t back down. Instead she fought hard to reach her full potential. She excelled in everything and everyone could see it. She was attacked multiple times by creatures as dark and dangerous as the night, yet she always kept her head up. She fought against a madman once and she came back to do it again. To save her new-found sister, her friends, the world.

She was fierce yet gentle. Loving, friendly, funny. Beautiful and dashing. Smart and brilliant. Sarcastic and passionate.

She was forgiving. She forgave him, when he couldn’t forgive himself for being the cause for her to get hurt. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. With a smile and a soft hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes, she forgave him.

Celeste Russell was everything.

And he wouldn't lose her.

In that moment their eyes met for a second. Two pairs of eyes locked in a blazing gaze, two hearts thundering as one and two small smiles on their faces. At that brief moment, it was like they were the only people in the world.

They realized they had another thing to be fighting for. One another. They would make it out of there alive. There was no other acceptable way.

Drawing strength from that single look, they turned back to their opponents, their efforts doubled in determination to not give up.

After a while though, even when things seemed to be turning in their favor, each member of the group was falling down. Raife was strong. Extremely strong.

Beckett was the only one left standing, his muscles strained painfully, teeth clenched, sweat starting to drip down his furrowed brow, trying to suppress the chains from crashing onto him. He couldn't afford to lose, Celeste needed all the help she could get, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Yet, despite his efforts, he was feeling his magick wavering and she could see that too. She pleaded with him to keep going, but before she could give him a boost, the chains fell on him, pinning him to the floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Celeste let out a desperate scream of agony, swearing that she would make Raife pay for everything he had done. Beckett could notice that she seemed on the verge of tears yet the fire in her eyes was so intense, that if possible, would burn through anyone who dared to look at them.

Everything was starting to become more and more blurry. He tried to keep his eyes open, because he knew that if he did not, it would be very difficult for him to do so again.

He was catching glimpses from the fight between the twins and Raife and he was glad to see they had been going well for a little while. But the next time he looked at them, they were both restrained to some kind of platform. He willed his muscles to come to life and go help them, do something, anything, but the only thing he achieved was to intensify the pain, a small groan escaping his lips.

Celeste looked his way sorrowfully and he tried as hard as he could, to fight the darkness and the incredible urge to close his eyes.

The last thing he remembers before darkness enveloped him, was softly whispering "I'm sorry" and a pair of warm brown orbs burning deep into his heart.

-\-

When he came around, his chest and body felt lighter and breathing had become easier. He could still feel pain all over his exhausted form but darkness wasn't creeping in on him. He realized someone was softly stroking his cheek, occasionally threading their fingers through his hair, whispering to him. He tried to focus on the voice and with a sudden burst of energy, he opened his eyes upon recognizing the voice.

"Beckett?", she breathed, tears running down her face.

It was the first time he was seeing her cry. Was it because of him? Or was she finally breaking down after everything that happened? Whatever the case, he found himself wanting,needing to soothe her, comfort her.

"C-celeste… are… you a-alright ?", he asked her, his voice a bit hoarse from the dust around the room, lifting his hand to wipe the tears off the side of her face.

She chuckled, leaning into his touch, breathing deeply and closing her eyes for a brief moment, as though savoring this feeling.

" You're the only person I know who would be worried about me, when you're the one who was under a ton of chains. How are you feeling? Are you in pain?", she carefully checked him over searching for any visible injuries.

"I'm exhausted and to be honest yes, my body aches all over but I'm okay I promise"

"Okay. But I'm keeping an eye on you, so tell me if you feel any pain, alright?"

Nodding, Beckett allowed his eyes to wander around the room, noticing the destruction in it. The room was full of rubble, pieces of what once was the roof, scattered everywhere, having coated everything in dust.

"I'm guessing everything went well while I was out?", he started sitting up, leaning against the wall.

Celeste wordlessly helped him up before she answered, resting her forehead on his shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Professor Swan came to help and it turns out she is a Blood-Att too, but she was defeated. Me and Atlas were… close to the end-"

"What?! You-you almost…", he couldn't even utter the words. "Oh God... you could have… died and I…wouldn't have been able to do anything to stop him, to -"

"Beckett! Hey… I'm alright now see? I'm here with you and I don't intend to leave you anytime soon."she said gently to him, putting her hands on his cheeks, reassuring him.

A moment passed before she continued.

" So when me and Atlas touched our hands saying goodbye, we had a burst of refractionary magick. I… ended him Beckett. I did it myself. I don't regret it, but that makes me wonder... Does that make me a bad person? ", she looked up at him worried.

He turned to her, his earnest gaze reaching deep into her soul. "Celeste. Look at me and listen carefully. You could never be a bad person. Honestly you are the most compassionate , brave and kind woman I have ever met. Please don't doubt yourself, ever. He deserved everything he got and more for all the things he did to you and so many other people."

"Really?"

"Really."

Celeste sighed in relief, nestling deeper into his side. "Thank you Beck. You always know what you say to make all my worries fade away."

Wrapping his arms around her, Beckett rested his cheek on her head, kissing her hair. "Anytime. How is everyone doing?"

"They are going to be okay. When we finished with Raife we were unconscious for a bit. When I woke up, professor Kontos and Aster were here taking everyone through some kind of portals. They were all unconscious but fine. I… stayed with you for a bit trying to wake you up and I was going to call them because you weren't coming around but then you did so… "

"Ah thank goodness we're all fine.", he exclaimed, relieved, his head falling back onto the wall behind him.

"I knew you were a softie for Pend Pals!"

They both laughed softly, glad to have survived this relatively well.

"Beckett?", Celeste broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

"Hmm?"

"I'm… very glad you're okay. When you fell unconscious… I was worried you'd never wake up again…and then you weren't responding and… I can't lose you Beck, I just can't. Not you", Celeste let out an involuntary sob, her arms tightening around him.

"Oh Celeste… it's okay, I'm okay… I'm here sweetheart…I'm not leaving you... ", he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back in soothing cycles, his heart breaking at the sight of her crying.

She took a deep breath and looked at him with a vulnerability that he rarely saw in her. "Will you promise me something?"

" Anything."

"Don't scare me like that again. Ever. Please.", she said, her voice breaking again at the end, the sobs wreaking through her body.

Beckett tightened his hold around her pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and finally on her lips,silently promising her to do anything she asked from him.

The kiss started slow and gentle, but quickly turned passionate,both of them trying to pour all their emotions into the kiss. Celeste wrapped her arms around his neck pressing herself closer to him, deepening the kiss, almost desperate to feel that this was real, that he was okay. Beckett let her do as she pleased with him, happy and relieved to have her in his embrace,breathing in her natural vanilla smell, his hands roaming across her body, bringing her closer to him,losing himself in her.

They parted away from each other, giggling, upon hearing Aster's worried voice calling for them.

"Celeste? Did Beckett wake up?"

"Yes Aster we're here!"

She kissed him again briefly, helping him get up and linked their hands together, her bright smile back on her face.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

Beckett grinning back at her, allowed her to lead him towards Aster, ready for the next chapter in their lives at Penderghast.

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let-it-show · 3 years

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Safe and Sound

Hello hello! This here little ficlet was written for wonderful @junglekiing who had been looking for writing of their Tiger!Elsa AU that would also be FLUFF. Here we have Anna and Elsa in a moment to themselves, and Elsa makes it clear how happy she is. ------- Every single day Anna learned something about the friend she had taken home with her from the woods. Hybrids were uncommon in Arendelle, even if a handful were known to live and work in the kingdoms. Those individuals were part of the community and as much as they intrigued Anna, she could never get herself to approach them and ask them a deluge of questions. She had so many! But, well, she also was always teaching herself to squish her excitement aside to avoid being rude, and so she tried to stick to the books so could find about them. The books never prepared her for Elsa.

Since returning to the castle with her and inviting her to stay, Anna's curiosity was constantly through the royal roof. Everything the part human, part tiger woman did was fascinating, even when it shouldn't be. Elsa licking a cut on her hand instead of cleaning it like a normal person? What! That was so strange but she liked it. Elsa helping her wash dishes even with those bizarre part human and part cat hands? She had to take it in!

On a particular day, Elsa had lounged on the library couch in the sun with Anna and closed her eyes.

That in itself wasn't unusual. Elsa was still adjusting from a nocturnal life to time her own schedule with Anna's. She'd been stuck to her side since that day they returned from the woods, and Anna had no complaints there. She was reading one of her favorite stories during some afternoon downtime and Elsa loved to just exist with her. She couldn't read herself, not yet.

Elsa's head was leaned against the back of the couch, the rough pads of her feet - her paws - whatever - against Anna's thigh where there was a split in her green dress. Her tail dangled over the front of the couch and the end of it twitched every now and then. A pillow was held in her arms, both hands digging in as though she were kneading. Elsa was clad in an elegant, sparkly blue dress she'd made herself with her own powers.

Because of course she had powers, weird icy ones. Anna had no idea if that was normal, but it sure was their little secret and drew her to Elsa even more.

Anna sighed with contentment and set her hand on the top of Elsa's foot. "Sleepy thing," she said quietly, smiling.

Then she startled as her words were quickly followed by a soft response. "I'm not asleep. I'm quite awake, thank you."

"O-oh! Sorry! I'm used to you drifting off...this must mean you're making it through the day better, then!" That would be great! Anna had been able to coax Elsa into snuggling with her, something the blonde had been terrified of at first because she didn't want to hurt Anna. When no harm had come, Elsa was eager to curl up with her. Anna wasn't sure what they were, yet, but she knew she wanted to sleep through a whole night being held by her. "You're not tired at all?"

"No," Elsa answered gently. "Just...safe."

Anna blinked and lowered the book she had been reading. She turned to look at Elsa, her eyes still closed. "Safe?"

"Safe," Elsa repeated, then opening one eye to look back at Anna. "We big cats only close our eyes and truly relax when we feel very, very safe."

"But you sleep in the day all the time!" Anna blurted, before covering her mouth with her hand. "I mean, I'm not judging or something-"

Elsa laughed. The sound felt just plain GOOD. It tickled her heart with warmth. "I know. I know. That's where you have to remember I'm not all cat, and I know I need to rest and sleep no matter what. But rarely have I ever allowed myself to relax, like this."

"Oh." Anna lowered her hand from her mouth, feeling a bit silly.

"It feels wonderful," Elsa murmured, and that one eye closed again. "It feels...like the weight of the world has slipped away, and I can simply be."

"I love when I feel like that." Anna didn't feel like that too frequently as she was Queen, but she handled the stress well enough to be able to relax.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. "I have not felt like this is many, many years. I was on my own for a long time when you found me, Anna."

Anna had learned snippets of Elsa's past here and there. She knew she had left her family for some reason, and sometimes caught that she was outcasted. At the same time, she had also picked up hints that-that Elsa herself held some sort of powerful position in her family. In her herd...no, that didn't seem right in her head, did tigers even have herds? What would a group of tigers be called anyway? A stripey surprise?

Her thoughts were distracted when Elsa spoke again. "I never....never thought it could be like this again, either."

"Elsa!" Anna's heart felt like it exploded, or imploded, or whatever. "Why? Did you really think you'd always be alone in the northern forest?" Anna had completely closed her book, Elsa's soft, fuzzy foot gripped in one hand.

"Well...yes."

At that answer, Anna swallowed and made an immediate and very firm decision. "You'll never be alone again! Elsa, I swear, as long as I am alive and Queen, and those two are the same because I think I only stop being Queen when I'm dead, UNLESS- nevermind, I don't know where I'm going - I swear you will always be a part of this castle. Of this family. This...family of you and me and that snowman you made a couple of weeks ago who keeps popping into the kitchen unannounced, which reminds me, the staff who know about you are family-"

Something swatted Anna's ankles. "Anna, Anna hush, I get it." Elsa lightly got her with her tail one more time. "I'm honored you would trust me so much and accept me and I...well...I..." Elsa opened both eyes again, the striking blues rendering Anna speechless. "...Thank you, for everything, for your patience and kindness. I love...I love...being here," Elsa said and as the last two words came out, she seemed to lose a little steam.

Behind a locked door in her mind there was more struggling to come out and even someone as bubbleheaded as Anna could see that. As much as she wanted to draw it all out at once, Anna knew she couldn't force anything. And she wouldn't.

"I love having you here, Elsa. Always felt a little empty before, and now...um...well, it doesn't."

"Hmm. 'It' meaning the castle?" Elsa asked her, releasing her pillow with one hand and reaching toward Anna. The fingers on her other hand dug into the pillow in a hastened rhythm, almost excited.

"Meaning...a lot of things..." The castle, her heart, her life, and time as a whole. Elsa felt like the piece Anna often felt was missing, though the tail was a surprise. The ice was...also a surprise. Anna took Elsa's hand, her cooling fur always kind of blowing her mind.

Elsa pulled slowly, drawing Anna down with her on the roomy couch. The sunlight danced on the cold glitter of her blue dress, making her strange friend even more beautiful than she usually was. That was an amazing task; Elsa was absolutely stunning.

Both women shifted as Anna laid her head on the pillow Elsa held, resting just below her chin. Elsa adjusted briefly to kiss the top of Anna's forehead and Anna felt tingles all over her body. She wanted more, she almost ached for more, wanting to kiss Elsa in honest. She had kissed her on the lips a couple of times and it was chaste, but set off sparks. However Anna was patient.

Elsa's arms wrapped around her and casually started undoing her elegant, regal bun. Anna didn't stop her. She never really like wearing it; it was a little tight. Some viewed her double braids as childish, though.

Elsa thought they were cute and would bat at them.

"I've never felt safer than I do right now," Elsa whispered, and Anna smiled.

"Good. You're safe. And...you'll always be safe. I-I know how to use a sword." Anna immediately felt silly. Why did she say that!?

"And I can use ice. May we never actually have to use our skills in such a way, but I'll always make sure you're safe as well."

Somehow Anna hadn't know how much she needed to hear that. She had no idea until it went right to her heart. She had never really been concerned about being protected and kept safe, but hearing such words from the person she clearly adored, well...

She didn't know what to say. Elsa had that effect. No one else was quite so successful at leaving Anna speechless, but Elsa could do it without any effort. Anna didn't even want to respond and not in a bad way. She felt good. She felt like that need to push words, to comment, to ramble, it was soothed. Not every thought needed to be voiced, and not every moment even needed a thought.

"I'll always keep you safe," Elsa told her again, her fingers stroking her hair, the very tips of her claws like heaven against her scalp.

Anna closed her eyes. Just like Elsa, she felt safer than she ever had before.

#Frozen AU #Elsanna #ficlet #Tiger!Elsa #Anna

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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Beauty and the Beast || Pt. 1

Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Well Y/N certainly hadn't expected her night to end like this.

It wasn't intentional (at least on her part), but I guess that's what you get for trying to rescue your brother from the grasps of a Dragon-sick King. Her brother, Bard of Laketown, was trying to peacefully console the King under the mountain, however, with his persistence, came Thorin's fast, ill-ridden impatience, and he was accused of trying to steal the Arkenstone. Bard was then captured and locked away in the low dungeons of Erebor, despite the many protests of the King's loyal subjects.

The news had spread fast to Dale. Their leader was captured. And when Y/N, Bard's older sister, and the motherly figure in his childrens' life, had heard this, she was furious.

The kind and loyal king that they invited to their town and sheltered had now imprisoned his own savior. So she took action. Y/N waited until the children had fallen asleep, and then she threw on a dark cloak and rode her horse to the nearby mountain with purpose.

When the young woman reached the kingdoms' large walls, she spotted a small figure waiting at the top, his cinnamon-colored hair falling over his face. He cupped a hand over his mouth and gave her instructions to wait before he shortly returned with a rope. He threw it over the ledge and helped Y/N scale it. When she reached the top, the hobbit hurriedly ushered her inside, and she realized that he was indeed helping her find Bard. Soon enough, after avoiding the king's loyal guards, the two rescuers found Y/N's brother, leaning against a cold stone wall, and looking down at a dagger in his hand.

Bard's eyes widened, seeing his sister unveil the cloak over her head, and scrambled to his feet, clutching tightly to the frigid bars that he was closed behind.

"Sister! What on Middle Earth are you doing here?!" He whispered.

"I've come to rescue you, of course." Y/N responded looking down at the iron-forged lock.

"No! You must run!" Bard pleaded, "Thorin. He's changed! He'll capture you too."

"Then we'll be stuck together." The heroine looked up at her brother with a kind smile, "I promise to get you out of her brother." She pressed a kiss against his forehead through the cell bars. Her brother shook his head.

"Y/N, I'm begging you. He will show you no mercy."

She continued to work on the lock without response, using a small pick to loosen the latch.

Finally, the coil came loose, and Y/N snatched it before it could hit the floor, and then tauntingly held it up in her brother's face. Bard looked at his sister incredulously.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"I've learned a few things here and there."

"Come now, quickly!" Bilbo squeaked, "Before someone finds us!"

The hobbit rushed in opening the cell door, and then quietly led them back through the castle and to the balcony where Y/N came from.

"I'll go down first, and then I'll catch you!" Bard murmured, taking hold of the rope and then ascending to the soft ground below. Y/N thanked Bilbo just as she was about to leap from the wall, but then a booming voice echoed from the shadows.

"What are you doing with my prisoner?!" Y/N froze, and slowly turned, seeing a pair of piercing blue eyes that shimmered from the shadows. She said nothing, still frozen in panic.

"Do you not speak? What have you done with the Bowman?!" The king growled, an animalistic tone to his commanding voice. Y/N swallowed thickly.

"Pathetic..."

Thorin stepped out from the shadows, enticing a gasp from the young woman. The once regally beautiful dwarf was a sight to behold. Dragon-sickness was not kind to this once precious soul. Dark ram-like horns protruded from his raven and silver-streaked hair on either side of his head. His eyes, still blue, glinted in the moonlight above his kingdom, and as he grew closer, she saw them flicker from normal round pupils to thin, demon-like slits, flickering back and forth. On his cheekbones, small black dragon scales had shaped, fading into his rough skin.

The King reached out and grasped Y/N's arm, revealing that the top of his thick calloused hands had the same dark scales that were on his face, and on the end on each of each finger were nightmarish black claws.

He dragged her to the edge of the wall, looking over the edge at Bard, who had drawn his sword.

"Thief! Men! Seize the Bowman!" Thorin solicited, pointing down at his innocent rival. More dwarves had hurried behind him. These dwarves were the company that Y/N helped shelter when they arrived in lake town. Some of them looked to her, recognition flicking on their bearded faces, and then to their king.

"No!" Y/N shouted, "Please! He's innocent!"

"Y/N..." Bard warned, beginning to shrink down as one of the Princes drew back his bow.

"Please..." The girl uttered, trying to swallow back her tears, "Take me instead. Let him go."

"Sister, No!" Bard cried out.

Thorin pulled the woman closer to his height, just downwards the slightest. The King glared, pupils flicking back to circles as he pondered, and then once again to thin lines.

"So be it..." He snarled, carelessly throwing her into the grasp of two other strong Dwarves, and ignoring the cry of Bard calling her name. The king looked over the ledge with a sneer.

"Make sure our Bowman does not come near this place again." Thorin turned back to the woman, “And lock her up! See that she never escapes. We cannot risk her stealing the Arkenstone.”

He faced back towards the balcony, and dismissed them with a wave of his clawed hand.

The two dwarves turned away, one of them letting out a defeated sigh, and they led her to the cell where bard once was. Y/N did not try and struggle, knowing it was no use. Even if the two men were considerably small then her, their strength and speed made of for it. Without another word, the heroine jerked away from their grasp ant into her cell, sitting along the freezing floor.

They looked at her in surprise, and then lowered their heads, leaving her to sit in silence. Y/N was quiet at first, doing nothing but staring blankly at her feet. Heavy footfalls were heard, coming from down the hall, and ceased directly in front of her cell.

She didn't look up from where she started, nor did she even want to.

"You are a fool for taking your brother's place..." Thorin growled at Y/N, though her gaze didn't wander.

"We do foolish things for the people we love." She returned coldly.

"Not all of us."

"And I wouldn't expect any more from such a selfish king as you."

The king snarled, wrapping his scaled hands around the bars of her cage, and shook them abruptly.

"How dare you speak to me that way, you insolent woman!? I am your king!"

This time she looked up at him, tears glinting in the corners of her determined eyes. For a split second, she could see his eyes round darken.

"You are a king. But not the same king I met just days ago when he came looking for shelter. And you are certainly not my king either. You are kind under the mountain, and I serve only my brother."

At this, Thorin just grumbled and pushed away from her cell.

"You will learn to obey me. You have nowhere else to run."

Y/N nodded.

"And you will never change. This sickness has changed you, Son of Thrain. You will find soon enough that there are things more valuable than your precious stone..."

The King waved a hand in disregard with a sickening snarl and left her in peace.

And that's when Y/N let a tear roll down her cheek. Then another. And another. She let out muffled sobs, hoping not to disturb the care-free, loyal and happy company that she once knew, and soon cried until her eyes were dried, and she fell into a deep sleep in the warmth of her cloak, curled in a ball on the floor in a cell in Erebor.

Stay tuned for Part 2!! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!! ❤✨

#thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #beauty and the beast #crossover #thorin is a brat #drama #bard the bowman

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ddixons-angel · 3 years

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Fated: Season 6

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: Hi hi!! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, regardless of whether you celebrate the holidays or not! ^^ Now that we’re back to Monday, you know what that means... a new chapter! This one, we’re finally back into the flow of the actual show :D Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, it’s actually of my favorite episode haha

Chapter 10

The sun’s rays peek through the curtains of Gloria and Daryl’s shared bedroom, disturbing her from her sleep as the rays of light hit her face. Gloria wiggles in their bed as she wakes up, blinking the sleep away from her eyes. She looks to the side and smiles lazily at Daryl who’s already awake laying next to her. He was always able to somehow wake up right before her.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” he greets her with a kiss to the forehead.

Gloria giggles then wraps her arms around his neck, "morning, sweetheart," she whispers as pulls him down for a kiss.

Daryl smiles into the kiss but then pulls back slightly, hovering over her with a smirk on his face, “Ya needy,” he pecks her lips teasingly, “last night wasn’ enough for ya?”

His words earn him a playful glare from her as she nips his bottom lip. Daryl chuckles at her before pressing his lips on hers again. He kisses her deeply, earning a soft moan from Gloria as she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on hers. She whines when he suddenly pulls away from her, getting up from the bed to get dressed.

“I should get ready for my run with Rick.” he says, his back was facing her but she could hear the smirk in his voice.

She throws a pillow at him, hitting him in the arm, “you tease.”

Gloria sits up on the bed and hugs a pillow to her chest as Daryl puts on his clothes. He turns around as he buckles up his pants and looks at her.

“Ya just gonna stay in bed all day an’ wait for me to come back?” he teases with a side smile.

Gloria rolls her eyes and scoffs, “you really think you’re that good?” She gets up as well, grabbing her clothes off the ground and getting dressed herself.

“Tha’s what ya were telling me las' night.” Daryl shoots back.

His words cause her face to blush a bright red as she remembers the previous night; she’d been extra affectionate with him after their little Korean lesson. She opens her mouth to retort but isn’t able to come up with anything. Instead, she huffs and leaves the room once she’s dressed. Daryl snickers at her reaction and follows her out, catching her in a hug from behind.

“Why ya gettin’ all shy when ya were so wild just a few hours ago?” he whispers in her ear.

She blushes even more and nudges him, “Stop.”

It was mornings like this that she loved. Even though Daryl was going out of his way to embarrass and tease her, it made her happy that he was this playful with her. It was especially rare that he was this bold and Gloria knew that he was this way only around her.

Daryl spins her around to face him and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I love ya.”

Gloria giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, “I love you too.”

---

As planned, Rick and Daryl had left on their supply run. Gloria was the one handling the gate when they left, letting them out. She had to hold her laughter as Eugene gave them a list of things to look out for, using terminology she couldn’t even understand, but Daryl and Rick’s faces as they tried to comprehend him were just priceless. Around an hour after they had left, Spencer comes up to the gate with a shovel strapped to his back.

“Open the gate, please.” he says more as a request than a question.

“Are you going out there alone?” Gloria asks back, furrowing her brows.

“Yes, I am.” he tells her, matter-of-factly.

Gloria glances behind him, noticing the shovel and sighs. She understands what he wants to do, so without asking any more questions, she begins to open the gate. Her actions make Spencer frown in confusion, not expecting it to be this easy to have her let him out.

“You’re really going to let me go out there on my own without even asking me what I’m doing?” he asks.

“I already know what you want to do and even if I didn’t, there’s no way I can stop you. You’ve been sneaking out when whoever’s guarding the gates refuse to let you out anyway.” she tells him.

“Y-you noticed...” Spencer gawks at her, surprised.

“I’m not the only one,” she informs.

Gloria steps to the side of the open gate, giving him access to the outside. He nods to her and begins to walk outside.

“Hey, Spencer?” she calls out to him and he turns to look at her, “bring her back, she should be buried behind these walls, she belongs here.”

Spencer ponders her words, his lips pursed as he nods then continues on his way. Gloria closes and locks the gate behind him. When the herd had roamed the streets of Alexandria, Deanna had gotten bit while trying to get back to the safety of her home and Gloria had noticed none of the graves were marked by her name.

Shortly after, Michonne walks up to the gate equipped with her sword, “did you let Spencer outside?”

“You say that like he’s a dog,” Gloria chuckles, “but yeah, I did.”

“Did he say what he was going out for?” Michonne asks.

Gloria shakes her head, “no, but I know why he went out there. I know you know why too.”

Michonne sighs at this and nods, then she gestures to the gate, “I’m going after him.”

“You don’t think he can handle himself?” Gloria says, but she steps to open the gate anyway.

“I don’t think he should be out there by himself, if and when he finds her, he might not be able to put her down...” Michonne says, pursing her lips.

Gloria sighs and nods, “yeah... you be careful out there, too.”

Michonne smiles stiffly and nods before walking out of the gated community. Gloria shuts the gate and locks it after she’s out, only to open it again for her and Spencer a few hours later when they both return with Deanna’s corpse. Michonne stays with Gloria at the gates as Spencer carries his mother’s body towards the graveyard.

“Should we help him?” Gloria asks.

“No... I think this is something he wants to do on his own,” Michonne says with a sigh.

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Gloria had made her way to Deanna’s grave to pay her respects for the woman after Eugene had relieved her of her shift. She stands in front of the grave and smiles softly as she sees that Spencer buried her right beside Reg.

“Thank you, for everything you’ve done for us, Deanna.” she says softly.

She hears footsteps approaching from behind her and she glances back to see Spencer coming to the grave with a bundle of flowers in his hand. He smiles softly at her and places the bundle right in front of the wooden cross.

“I don’t think I’ve said this yet... I’m sorry for what happened to her.” Gloria tells him.

Spencer smiles softly and nods, “I’m sorry about Gena as well,” he then looks at her with a sincere expression, “I wanted to thank you, Gloria.”

She raises her brow at him in confusion, “for what?”

“For telling me to bring her back here. I was just gonna find a spot out there and bury her somewhere outside these walls.” he admits.

“Deanna built this place with Reg, it would just be wrong to have them buried anywhere but here.” Gloria tells him.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think like that before, but you’re right,” he pauses then pulls Gloria into him for a hug, “thank you, for letting me realize that.”

The movement is quick and spontaneous so Gloria wasn’t able to react as he hugs her tight.

“Thank you...” he whispers, emotion thick in his voice.

Gloria lets out a small sigh and pats his back gently. She wasn’t very comfortable with hugging him since she barely knew him, but she wasn’t going to push him away either, he had just lost his mother.

She had gotten out of it as she told Spencer that she needed to check up on something at the infirmary so that he would let her go. That was where she found out from Denise that Rick and Daryl had brought a man back but he was unconscious.

“Unconscious? What happened?” Gloria asks her, crossing her arms.

“Rick said he took a pretty hard hit to the head by a truck door, or something like that. He’s okay, didn’t seem to have any other serious injuries, might have a minor concussion though.” Denise informs.

Gloria nods then looks around, frowning when she sees that the patient beds are empty, “so.. Where is he?”

“Daryl took him to our jail,” Denise tells her, “oh, before you go, I should let you know that Daryl didn’t seem to be in a good mood, he said something about the guy being the reason why their run didn’t work out? Just figured you should know that.”

“Alright, thanks for the heads up.” Gloria smiles at her then leaves the infirmary.

She goes back to their house to find Daryl, she figured that if he wasn’t in a good mood, he’d come to find her first. However, her thought process was apparently wrong when she found the house empty. Pursing her lips, she goes out to the porch where she spots Rick walking down the street.

“Hey, Rick!” she calls out, walking towards him, “do you know where Daryl is?”

He nods pointedly down the street, “taking guard at the jail.”

Gloria smiles and nods at him, thanking him before going off to find her archer. She runs off in the direction of the house they first kept Rick when he went rogue that one day, finding Daryl seated on the steps fiddling with his fingers.

“Hey you,” she calls out when she reaches him, she sits down beside him, “you okay?”

Daryl hums and nods, “yeah...”

“You sure? You don’t exactly seem okay,” Gloria calls him out.

“‘M fine...” he persists, “saw ya with Spencer earlier... what’d he want?”

“He just buried Deanna...” she informs him, “he went outside the walls to bring her back, wanted to comfort him, give him my condolences.”

He looks down and mumbles, “ya didn’ have to hug him...”

“Are you...jealous?” Gloria teases and she grins when she sees how his face turns pink, “yeah, you’re totally jealous.”

“I ain’.” he denies.

“Okay, you’re not jealous.” Gloria nods, a cheeky smile on her face, “then you won’t mind if I go to comfort him some more.”

She starts to get up but Daryl pulls her back down and wraps his arms around her, a physical indication that he was definitely jealous. His actions make Gloria giggle, she’s never seen him so protective of her this way before and deep down, she absolutely loved it.

“You’re so adorable.” she says, kissing his cheek.

Daryl rolls his eyes, “am not.”

Knowing that she’s never going to win that argument, she changes the subject, “so who’d you bring back?”

“Some asshole who tried to take our truck.” Daryl tells her.

“He tries to take your truck so you run him over with it?” Gloria raises her brow, trying to understand the story fully.

“Nah, me an’ Rick found this truck full o’ food but this asshole stole it from us, we chased him down an’ got it back but he somehow climbed on the damn roof. I wanted to chase him down and beat his ass but then the truck rolled into a lake.” he sighs as he remembers the events of his day.

Gloria blinks at his story, taking in what he just told her, “so... you’re telling me he climbed on the roof of the truck without you or Rick noticing?”

“Yep.” Daryl says.

“Man must be a ninja or something.” she says, making Daryl snort out a laugh, “if he was trying to steal from you two, why even bring him back? He could be a threat.”

Daryl shrugs, “‘t was Rick’s idea, I wanted to put him up a tree.”

“A tree?” Gloria chuckles.

“He was able to get on our moving truck even after we tied him up, he can get himself out a tree. Man even calls himself Jesus, he woulda been fine.” Daryl rants.

“Really, he calls himself Jesus?” she gawks at him.

“Yeah, prolly ‘cause he has a beard and long hair.” he says, then gets up from the porch, “should go check on him, see if he woke up.”

Gloria gets up as well, following Daryl into the house. When the two of them are inside though, they freeze when they see that the room is empty. They look at each other then bolt out of the house altogether. There was a stranger loose in Alexandria at night who knew how to fight and sneak right out from under Daryl’s nose. They had to find him or things could get really bad.

Gloria and Daryl split up to find the man. Glenn and Maggie are outside tending to the gardens when they see Gloria frantically going around, looking for something. They go up to her to find out what was wrong.

“Hey, sis, everything okay?” Glenn asks.

“Have you two seen a man who looks like Jesus?” Gloria asks seriously.

Both Glenn and Maggie blink at her in confusion, they share a look as Maggie shakes her head and Glenn verbally tells her ‘no’.

“What’s this about?” Glenn frowns.

“Daryl and Rick brought someone back from their run, they were in the jail but now they’re gone and no one knows where he is.” Gloria explains.

Hearing this worries Glenn and Maggie as well and they all split up to find this potentially dangerous man. Eventually, they find him sitting on the stairs of Rick’s house. Carl was already pointing a gun at the intruder as he asks him what he’s doing in his house.

“I’m uh, sitting on the steps, looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed. Hi, I’m Jesus.” the man says.

His words confuse everyone as from their knowledge, Lori was dead. Their confusion is soon cleared though when the door opens and Rick and Michonne emerge from Rick’s bedroom. Daryl has his gun up, pointed at Jesus, fixated on the man. Gloria and Glenn lower their weapons as they look at each other, the siblings share a look and have to keep themselves from laughing at Rick and Michonne for getting caught.

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I really loved this episode, there was just a completely different feel to it and their introduction for Jesus was perfect hehe I hope I did it justice! Please let me know what you thought of it ^^

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I’m back, but you still not see much for a few days. there’s still some stuff for me to finish up and i need to move back home.

@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel (come back angel. I have given thee helsmits)

The_Grifter joined the world.

<The_Grifter> alright, I’m looking for Grian, Tommy, Xannes and also Xisuma

<The_Grifter> I also wouldn’t mind seeing Mumbo~

<FalseSymmetry> Who are you?

<TangoTek> Are you someone from Tommy’s old server?

<The_Grifter> Nope! :3

<The_Grifter> Hmm, looks like only Tommy and Xisuma are here.

<The_Grifter> Oh well, good enough!

<TommyInnit> Why are you here?

<The_Grifter> Dadza’s threatening Sense if I don’t figure out what happened to Theseus.

<NPG> So… not killing me?

<The_Grifter> :3

<NPG> WM if you see this i’m going to try finding you!

PerfectSense joined the world

<The_Grifter> :O

<The_Grifter> Guess I don’t need to do shit now

<PerfectSense> No you do. I’m cursed

<The_Grifter> >:O

<TommyInnit> Bitch, I’m the only one allowed to curse here!

<The_Grifter> Not anymore!

<The_Grifter> Wait

<PerfectSense> Prof has them

<The_Grifter> Awww I can’t wait to see how much fun they have

<ImpulseSV> Does anyone know what’s going on?

<Docm77> Nope

<StressMonster> Sorry luv

<TommyInnit> I unfortunately do. Those are hels… people. What do you call them?

<Renthedog> Helsmits

<TommyInnit> got it. Well, Grian and Mumbo versions

<Renthedog> I thought NPG was that?

<The_Grifter> fuck no he isn’t. He stole my spot!

<TommyInnit> The other helsmits locked Grifter away because they couldn’t deal with him

<Iskall85> Oh dear

Fundy came out of the room behind Grum. “I’m so sorry. I was just turning him back on to check him out and he just sort of… did this.” He gestured to Grumbot, who was currently just staring at Grian.

“I need to know how to make a portal to bzzt. Bzzt is still revived incorrectly and bzzt says his revival is important for Grum.” Grumbot spoke, making the others look around slightly confused.

“Do we need to find a way to remove that too?” Fundy asked. “Doesn’t sound like your kid exactly.”

“I see. I shouldn’t have been saying it that way then.” Grumbot replied, nodding in acknowledgment. “While I’m sorry for the confusion, I still need a portal to bzzt.”

“Grum, you’re having your words come out wrong again.” Mumbo said, moving closer to the bot. “We can’t quite tell where you want a portal to.”

“I see. I was unaware that was still happening. I’ll see if I can fix it later. Does a portal home work?”

“You want to go back to Hermitcraft?” Grian asked, and Grumbot nodded. “Alright, I can do that if you can answer why you’ve been using the name Eyes.”

Though it was implied before, Grian actually saying Eyes was Grumbot still surprised people. Grumbot also didn’t answer the question immediately and the screen changed to a loading circle, which just changed the surprise to worry.

Mumbo looked to Grian, who seemed to have the most knowledge of what was going on. Grian seemed to realize what the look was, and answered. “It looks like the boys are also Watchers.”

Heads suddenly snapped in Grian’s direction and questions started being flung at him about how it was possible and what that meant. He tried to get everyone to calm down and explained he would try his best to answer later, but they didn’t stop until Grumbot spoke again. “I used it so that when helping, my presence would be seen as someone else by the admin Dream. That seems to also be the reasoning behind the names being censored.”

“Seems to be?” Grian asked, eyes narrowed. Jrum seemed fine for now, but he was still skeptical about Grumbot and their Watcher powers.

For a moment, Grumbot seemed to be buffering again. “That is the reason for it. I apologize for the error in wording there.”

Grian still seemed skeptical and grabbed Mumbo, pulling him over to a corner to talk. “You’re sure you got everything out of there?”

“Everything we could get out of there. There were a few files that wouldn’t move over. But Fundy and I also discovered that their wiring has changed on its own.”

Grian paused, thinking that over. “I want to get the boys home so we have what we need to repair them, but I’m still worried about what would happen with Grum. And because of that we would need to keep a close eye on him, but Jrum needs us more right now.”

“I’m sure the others would be glad to watch over him, especially if EX comes back with us because I’m sure Xisuma will have his hands full with everything else that’s been going on.”

“I’m not so sure that will be enough. I mean, you’ve seen how I’ve gotten when I’m using too much of my Watcher powers.”

“Well, I suppose that’s true. But at the very least, it doesn’t look like he knows how to do much yet. I mean, he is asking for you to make a way out instead of just leaving himself.”

“I guess that’s true. But what if they can’t handle it?” Grian asked, but Mumbo just gave him a deadpan look.

“Grian. We’ve dealt with you.”

“I know, I know. But this could be like me, but with the energy of a kid.”

“We’ve also dealt with Jrum.”

“But this is like-”

Mumbo put his hands on Grian’s shoulders. “We are hermits, Grian. We’ve dealt with some crazy things even before you showed up. Sure you’ve made it crazier, but you can’t count us out just like that.”

Grian sighed. “I know. I’m just worried.”

“I know, I am too. But I doubt the worst thing that could happen actually will. I’m sure the other hermits will do fine if anything happens. Grum just wants to help out Tommy. We’ll probably have to come back here anyway when that happens, so we won’t be gone too long and can see how things go.”

Grian nodded. “Okay, but just us for and EX if he wants to come.”

Mumbo nodded, and the two of them went back over to the group. “Alright Grum, we can take you to Tommy, but we’ll probably need to come back here.”

“Will we bring Tommy back with us on our return?” Grumbot asked, tilting their head slightly with the question.

“That depends on if Tommy wants to come back.” Grian answered, but Grumbot didn’t like that answer.

“I will not return here if he does not also return. I will need to stay with him.”

“And why do you need to do that?”

Grumbot started buffering again, taking much more time than before. “That cannot be safely discussed as Dream may try to impede what is needed.”

“Well he isn’t around anymore. I saw him disappear with the other version of Tommy.” Tubbo spoke up.

“You are correct. The admin Dream is not here. But his absence does not change things.”

Grian tried to say something more, but Mumbo stopped him. “Grum’s obviously still dealing with whatever happened. He probably is just scared to trust anyone right now. Don’t hold it against him.”

“Alright, fine. Well, we’re going to leave for a bit with the boys before coming back, so you don’t need to follow.” Grian explained, but then turned to Xannes. “Unless you want to come along, because I honestly wouldn’t mind having someone like you around in case something…”

“Alright fine, but I might not stay too long. I do have things I need to deal with back in Helscraft based on what I heard from Tommy.”

“That’s perfectly fine.”

Jrumbot left the world

Grumbot_System left the world

MumboJumbo left the world

EvilXisuma left the world

Grian left the world

D̵̳̿̊͑ͅr̸̻̀̊e̷͓̹̘͝á̸͋̃m̸̡̙͇̘̫̈́̇͘ joined the world

Nightmare joined the world

TheseusMC joined the world

The moment they got back, Grian got a message from Tommy.

<TommyInnit> come to my place NOW

<Grian> Which one? What’s wrong? We already know about you having a respawn problem

<TommyInnit> The one I stole from you.

<The_Grifter> And I’m apparently what’s wrong!

<Grian> HOW

<MumboJumbo> Excuse me?!

<The_Grifter> :3

“Alright, I guess we definitely need to see Tommy now.” Grian grumbled. He didn’t know what they were going to be dealing with, so he teleported them nearby, though forgetting Xannes, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. Jrum half hid behind Mumbo while Grumbot didn’t do much in the way of hiding, standing slightly behind and to the side of Grian. The avian held a sword in one hand and readied magic in the other hand before breaking down the door. “Tommy! We’re here!”

Tommy poked his head out from the tunnel. “Hey.” He waved, shocking the group other than Grumbot with his appearance.

“Tommy, are you okay? You’re all… grey.”

“Well, I’m not entirely a gho-” He started to speak, but a blur of green suddenly came by and grabbed Jrum.

“Oh look at him! He’s just like Grifect!” Grifter held up Jrum into the air, who was now struggling.

“Hey!” Grian tried to take Jrum away. “Put him down! And is that my old knight tunic?!”

Grifter put Jrum down. “Okay fine. And yeah, looked too much like NPG for my liking and his clothes are sort of built in, so I raided your wardrobe and now this is mine!”

“You can’t just steal my things!” Grian crossed his arms before picking Jrum up.

“I can and I did! Besides, looks great on me. I’m never taking it off! Though if someone else wants to-”

“Oh no he’s just as bad as Sense.”

Grifter pouted. “Oh like you’re in a position to complain. Sense and I had to wait a whole season because you two couldn’t just get busy sooner.”

“Can you fucking stop?” Tommy asked. “They’re less likely to help if you piss them off.”

Mumbo looked at Tommy, then to Grifter. “Why do you need our help exactly?”

“Because Sense is kinda cursed until I help Dadza because Theseus is missing and he likes Theseus most.”

“He was in Tommy’s old world for a bit, but he left while we were there.”

Grifter groaned. “Uh, yeah, I know that part. He left and came back already but apparently he left again but this time it wasn’t on purpose and Dad’s pissed. And it really fucking sucks because I’ve already been without Sense for so long and we only got to kiss before this shitty curse got put on him.”

“Don’t you-”

“I have standards with children in the room. Don’t worry about that.” Grifter rolled his eyes. “Now, finding Theseus. What do you all know?”

“What I know is that I first must look at Bzzt.” Grumbot spoke up, getting Grifter’s attention.

“Wait wait wait wait. Are they also a Watcher like you?” Grifter asked Grian, who shrugged. “Oh I can’t wait to tell Sense! He’ll love it! Assuming our kids are the same.”

“Wait, you have kids?” Mumbo asked, confused.

Grifter rolled his eyes and groaned. “Duh, that’s what I was talking about before dumbass.”

Grumbot looked between Grifter and the others before pushing past the helsmit to get to Tommy. Tommy tried to say something but was stopped as Grumbot put their hand on his mouth to silence him before looking him over. “I see. This seems to be simple enough to fix. We are just missing a necessary item. The only problem is the item is not with u-me so we will need to find the admin Dream who should have it in his possession.”

“No, I don’t want you getting near that green bitch again.” Tommy said, grabbing Grumbot’s wrist as they tried to walk off. “He already screwed you up before and you still seem kinda off.”

If Grumbot currently had an expressive face, they would have frowned. “But he is the only one with the book in his possession. And the person he got it from is constantly referred to as being dead, so I cannot go to them.”

“Book?”

“There is supposed to be a resurrection book. Such a book is normally used within the hels dimension, but the admin Dream altered the world in such a way that the book becomes necessary in certain deaths. It is likely that is something Theseus was after when trying to get the admin Dream.”

“Oh! That’s good to know!” Grifter smiled. “That should help out with finding Theseus. Anyway, I guess we need to find this Dream person.”

“The admin Dream was taken away by Theseus and has not been seen since as they were sent to the hels dimension by Console.”

“Alright, who’s that?”

Grumbot immediately started buffering, making Grifter raise an eyebrow and look at Grian and Mumbo, who didn’t have an answer for him. Tommy had a similar reaction, though it was more concerned, and he moved closer to Grumbot, who suddenly stopped buffering. “I’m sorry. What were we talking about again?”

“Ugh, whatever. Can you find Theseus or not?” Grifter asked, crossing his arms.

“Potentially, yes. It seems that my programs are less inhibited than before and I can access my information, especially if Theseus has a political ranking.”

Grifter groaned. “Ugh, I don’t know if he does. Sense would though. I’m going to go get him!” Grifter started running into the minecart tunnel. “Seesee! You need to tell me things about bitch boy!”

The group waited for Grifter to return. Jrum complained a little about wanting to go home, which led to Grian leaving with Jrum. Mumbo wanted to stay behind, but Jrum also wanted him around and Tommy said he could watch Grumbot, so the redstoner left as well.

“So Grum, what have you been up to?” Tommy asked, regretting the question when it just caused Grumbot to start buffering. “You alright in there?”

When the robot stopped, they answered Tommy’s question. “I have been living with the admin Dream for the span of around two months. He has been getting assistance from C-me through the form of a console.”

“Yeah, I mostly knew that part. But that’s what he made you do. Is there anything you’ve been up to yourself?”

“Not by myself, no.” Grumbot quickly answered, which while Tommy didn’t like the answer, it at the very least didn’t have a negative effect on the robot.

“So, obviously I fucking died. What exactly is the problem?”

“The world you came from and ended up dying in had some issues. Your revival should have been straightforward, but there was an issue due to the admin Dream’s influence on the world.”

Tommy paused, Grumbot had been saying that a lot. “You know you can just call him Dream. We know he’s the admin.”

“But what if I were talking about-” Grumbot started, but then their screen briefly featured an egg of all things before buffering again. Tommy’s eyes widened, and he was pretty sure he knew the issue. Dream was still doing something to Grumbot, so Grian and Mumbo needed to know as soon as possible.

Tommy jumped up from where he was sitting, rushing to get to the mansion, forgetting he couldn’t leave until he crashed into the invisible barrier keeping him in. He cursed a bit before stomping back over next to Grumbot, sitting down and crossing his arms. He grumbled a bit more, but then he was suddenly aware of Grum pulling himself into Tommy’s lap and curling up there. “Hey, you doing alright?” He asked, and Grum just clung to his shirt tightly.

“No.” Grum spoke in such a broken sounding voice that it hurt Tommy just to hear. “I’m sc-scared. I d-don’t care wh-what he s-says. I w-want to stay here.”

Tommy knows he’s not the best and helping out with trauma. He can barely deal with his own sometimes. But he knows that right now he’s the only one here and Grum is currently clinging to him. “Are you talking about Dream?” He asks in a quiet voice, taking a moment to make sure Grifter hasn’t returned with Sense before blocking up the tunnel, at least for now.

Grum shakes his head. “No… it… I d-don’t know. I th-think I’m br-broken. O-or I’ve b-been broken… Th-they were j-just supposed to be in th-the box. Th-they were s-supposed to stay th-there.”

“What are you talking about?” Tommy asked, and Grum clung tighter to his shirt.

“I’m the o-older brother… I c-can’t be doing this…”

Tommy pulled Grum away from him to look at his face. He was glad to see that it was its normal mustachey self, but he didn’t dwell on that for too long. “Bitch, your dad is my older brother and he has issues all the time. If he can do it while also being an adult and having kids, you can do it as a kid. Got that?”

Grum didn’t quite look convinced, but nodded. A moment later, his programs list was being shown on his screen. “P-please don’t t-tell my dads y-yet, o-okay?”

Tommy nodded and looked at them. There were a number of programs, but they were all grouped into folders with different names. Names Tommy recognized from before. They were the names That had been in the book he found. For a moment he tried to look in his inventory for the book before realizing it was probably back in the SMP, making him curse.

He regretted cursing, because just as he did, Grum’s programs went away and he started crying again. “No, Grum, I wasn’t upset at yo- ah fuck… whatever, come here. ‘Least no one is around to see my manly image being destroyed.” Grum started hugging Tommy again, a small laugh coming out at the teen’s comment.

“Alright! We’re ba- Where’d everyone go?” Grifter said as he broke through the barrier Tommy had put up. “Oh, is it only you?”

“Grum’s here too, bitch.” Tommy replied with a bored look, gesturing to the bot in his lap.

“I see. Well Sense has information!”

Beside Grifter, Sense was there. “Yeah, he was Emperor of Helscraft unfortunately.”

“Oh yeah, he was, wasn’t he.” Tommy nodded, getting a glare from Grifter.

“You let me leave even though you knew?!”

“Grum wouldn’t let me talk, so I couldn’t answer. Sorry about that.” Tommy responded, though he didn’t seem all that sorry with the smile on his face.

“Ugh, alright, now let the kid do his thing so we can get out of here and break this curse on Sense.”

Grum started trembling a bit, and Tommy was worried the kid was going to tear his shirt with how tight he was grabbing it. “I c-can’t. I d-don’t want to.”

“I don’t care what you want. I want what I want. But if you need a little push…” Grifter was handed some TNT from Sense, whose mustache twisted in a smile. “It looks like your friend is trapped in his home, but what happens if there’s no more home to be trapped in, hmm?”

“Oi! Don’t you fucking try that bitch!”

“Then give me the information I want!”

“He doesn’t have to give it up if he doesn’t want to!”

As Tommy argued with the helsmits, Grum cried a bit, still trembling, but then he stopped and his screen changed back to the symbol of a broken portal. “I will need a diamond first.”

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