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FOR YOU I WOULD FALL FROM GRACE | LYNEY

warnings blackmailing lol… AETHER PAIMON!!! 3.6k words!

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The bell chimes as the door of the flower shop swings open, and in comes strutting in Rosalie, all dazzling smiles and ostentatious jewelry. Even now, her brown locks are curled to perfection, framing her face beautifully. Even across her, you feel like you’re standing next to an Archon.

This time around, you don’t accidentally freeze the pot of flowers you’re holding from her bursting inside. But you might again tomorrow; Rosalie loves to test you.

Rosalie hums in approval. “Hm, very good, very good. Any customers today, ma chérie?”

“Just one. That guy really wanted to see you,” you reply, eyes fluttering shut as the woman ruffles your hair. You repress the urge to lean into it. “Was he the same guy you met in Café Lutece?”

Her face twists unpleasantly, haunted. “Oh, dear. Thank goodness I wasn’t here. Keep scaring him off.”

You bow your head. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Rosalie bent the law just to keep you, and you’re more than grateful for her generosity. In exchange, you pledged to work diligently for her. You knew that even your hardest efforts couldn't compare to the years of food and shelter she had provided, but this was the least you could do after she didn’t once hesitate to take you in when you confessed you were stranded and alone.

At first, you wanted to repay her by helping out in the kitchen, but you later find that your Vision isn’t the most perfect fit for it. Rosalie’s teeth could shatter from the amount of bread you’ve frozen at the slightest mistake. Your experience in battle doesn’t translate well in handling baking—the heat makes your actions rougher than intended. You get frustrated when you don’t get the results you want. You treat the kitchen like a battlefield. Your hands are too cold; they can’t handle the warm and hot temperatures well.

And the sight of fire… You don’t react to it nicely.

Rosalie suggested you help out in the flower shop. The thought of kneeling over for hours sounds like torture to the posture and grace you’ve perfected over the years, but you can’t quite be picky with under-the-table jobs and nice people who are willing to take care of an orphan who doesn’t know how to act like a normal child.

At least, with gardening, you’ve trained yourself to be more gentle with how you handle living beings. Your hands will always be calloused; they will always have the muscle memory of carrying weighty weapons and tossing them around like sticks—an immutable trait. But you’re trying.

Although Fontaine could never be the safest, it’s safer here. The Fatui don’t have reason to spy against a local flower shop; you’re away from prying eyes, and it isn’t too big of a change because this is still your home.

And you have been safe for years. Rosalie is nothing like The Knave. They have the same fierce protectiveness, but Rosalie is much warmer and open with her fondness, a stark difference from The Knave’s distance. You’re not quite sure how to act around either of them.

You try not to get yourself attached to Rosalie despite her endless hospitality. So long as you don’t reveal your past affiliations and the reason why your hands are rough and why your affections are clumsy, she wouldn’t throw you out. But if she ever does… those are what no attachments are for. You learned your lesson from last time.

“I’ll cook us dinner,” Rosalie sings, heading towards the back of the counter, where it’s connected to her house.

You return to your flower.

You were the one who planted it, and it pleases you to no end that it’s growing healthily. This is the first flower you managed to not— well, kill right off the bat. Or freeze right off the bat, really. The elemental power from your Vision is hard to control, and it certainly doesn’t help that you aren’t doing anything to do something about it, too afraid to even try.

The Lumidouce Bell. It means something about a desire to return. It speaks to you, but not because you long for it—gods no—but because you’ve seen it before. It was probably in a dream, or perhaps a vase back at home, maybe in the middle of the large dining table or in between the fingers of someone with lilac eyes.

The door lashes out once again, the familiar chime ringing in your ears. It had only been two hours since the last customer. Business is doing well today. In comes a floating pixie and a blond with a glow of gold. He’s furious.

“Paimon doesn’t know…” the pixie says, floating behind. “All she knows is that you don’t want to get involved with the Fatui but—” Your hands falter around the petals, “—they said their goals were different, right? What are we doing here again?”

“Paimon,” the blond sighs, and only then do you notice he’s holding a flower. It’s crushed and dried, but it’s supposed to resemble the pot of Lumidouce Bell by your side. “We can’t trust them just like that. We don’t know them.”

“Really…? You think so? Paimon doesn’t think they’re bad people.”

“They’re hiding a lot of things. I don’t want secrets—not anymore. Lyney and Lynette may seem harmless now, but once the time comes where our goals oppose each other’s—well.”

It’s been a while since you heard those names. A rush of nostalgia fills you. You hear about them in passing when your (rare) customers gush about their performances, or ladies passing by giggle about the charming young man in the center of the stage, but that’s about it. To think that these two know that they’re affiliated with the Fatui…

Who are they? They look so familiar, like you’ve seen them once and then never again. Were they sent here? What did they do to be involved with the Fatui? No ordinary person would casually indulge in a conversation about the Fatui like that. There is usually a lot more secretive whispers and cautious glances around the crowd.

“Paimon gets it now,” she says, but she doesn’t look too happy with it. It seems she’s really fond of the twins—which you know all too well.

“Besides,” Aether pats her head, then hands her the flower, wondering out loud, “We don’t even know what this flower means.”

As if following a poorly-written script, both pairs of eyes direct to yours. Like they were expecting you to listen in just for that. At your stunned silence, they wait patiently.

“Um—yes. Lumidouce Bells often mean separation or the wish for reunion,” you recite like a good florist, recalling the words straight from the textbook. “Would you like a copy of a book about Fontaine’s Floral Language, sir?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “No thanks. Was just curious.”

The pixie nods her head, studying the flower in her hand. “Yeah! For all we know, this could’ve been some secret code! Apparently not. But wish for reunion…? Paimon heard Lyney only uses that flower. Does he know about its meaning?”

That name again. It seems that their main topic this afternoon is the twins. You want to crawl out of your skin and bury yourself in the soil. You thought you had moved on, but just hearing about him feels as if listening to strangers talk about a friend you’ve lost—not too far off from the truth. The guilt has not left you since; who were you kidding?

“He probably doesn’t mean anything by it,” the boy murmurs. “I mean—I don’t know. I don’t know anything about them. Is Lyney truly a magician? Is Lyney even his name?”

“Snezhevich,” you murmur out of instinct. Son of snow. You’re surprised that you even remember; it’s been years since you tasted the word on your tongue.

The blond hair and the floating pixie are staring right at you, the man slamming an arm on the counter desk and the little one moving her hands to her hips. “How do you know that?” he asks.

You pale. “I—excuse me?”

“I heard it,” he says. “Those surnames… They’re for the orphans in the House. How do you know that?”

Your heart pounds. You want to ask him the same question, but then, upon closer inspection, you realize why they’re familiar. They’re the Traveler and his travel companion, posted all over magazines. You’ve used one of those papers as placemats for dirty work involving soil, catching glimpses of their faces. The Outlander, the hero, Aether, having come all the way from Mondstadt—of course he knows about the Fatui; he has probably gotten himself involved more than you have.

“Don’t think about lying,” Aether warns at your silence.

Weakly, you say, “Is—is it not… in their introductions?”

“No.” And, well, honestly, that was a stupid cover, so you should’ve expected that. They’re only for the orphans, and he’s right. Even when he’s not a local, he seems to know his facts. Locals are getting smarter, dammit.

“Lyney told me,” is what you decide on after a split-second of contemplation. Aether isn’t giving you enough time to come up with a lie here.

“Told you?” Aether narrows his eyes, studying your face. “Why would he tell you about that? He hasn’t even told me. Are you two close?”

Paimon gasps before you can comment about how Aether sounded like an insecure boyfriend. “Is it…like that?”

You blink at her, lost. “What? Like what?”

At Aether’s conspiratorial expression, your eyes dart between the two of them warily. “What are you two on about?”

“Are you and Lyney romantically involved?”

Romantically involved. You think back to all those sidelong glances and allusive remarks. Lyney was definitely and monumentally involved in your life, but romantically? Even the word feels forbidden. Not once have you thought about romance throughout your entire experience as a child under the protection of the House.

Your face feels like lava, and their crowded attention has you feeling even more embarrassed. “How could you even come up with that? Mortifying! You’re both wrong!”

“What else would it be? You seem to know him well.” Then, much to your embarrassment, Aether adds, “And you’re not bad-looking.”

Is the Outlander calling you pretty enough for Lyney to date you? Right now? Just thinking about the implications has your mind screeching to a halt. “No! I was an orphan there!”

“Ah,” Aether grins widely, “I knew it.”

“Gods,” you mutter, burning. Of course he already figured it out. But was that really necessary? “Is this how you interrogate everyone? Embarrassing them to death?”

Aether shrugs. “If it works, it works.” At whatever expression you must be making, he adds, “And I was just kidding about the romantically involved thing. I mean, unless you aren’t denying it. By the look on your face—”

“Enough. Just spit it out. What do you want?” You’ve gotten awfully rusty with dealing with people. Then again, you were rarely sent out on missions in the first place, so this blame is not for you to take. You curse out The Knave’s name and then feel terrible about it.

“What are you even doing here, huh? Undercover?” Paimon sneers. She fails to look even slightly intimidating. “Do you own this shop?”

“No. I work here.”

“Does your boss know about the whole Fatui thing?” Aether asks. You stare at him warily. If he dares to harm Rosalie, you won’t hesitate to fight dirty. “That seems like a no. If you cooperate with me, I won’t tell whoever is taking care of you.”

“You’re blackmailing me.” You laugh dryly. “I guess I can never run from my past for too long; I just didn’t think I’d be blackmailed by the Outlander himself to face it.”

Aether has at least the decency to look a bit guilty.

“Why do you want to know about the twins so bad?”

Aether’s shoulders hike up to his ears just a little. “Lyney and Lynette… they’re very dependent on each other, aren’t they? The Fatui are not good people—they’re powerful ones, too, and getting involved with power like that while you have your family,” Aether’s expression does something complicated, “It never ends well.”

“You’re blackmailing me into helping the twins out?”

“I’m not trying to— Listen, I just need to know if they’re hiding something else from me. Something that tells me that I shouldn’t be trusting them, then we’ll decide if I’m helping them out or not.”

…Something else? “They already told you a lot, haven’t they? You just have trust issues, hero.”

“It’s perfectly reasonable to have trust issues as a hero.”

Aether inches closer. Your hand twitches by your side, instincts screaming at you to pull out your weapon and flee; the man before you is danger, but you don’t.

Aether hums at your wariness. “And you talk like you know them well. Do you have something you want to say to me, retired Fatuus?”

“I told you, didn’t I? I used to be an orphan in the House of the Hearth,” you say, not wavering with how he holds your gaze. This is no lie; you have no reason to falter. “But that’s not my life anymore. For all I know, they’ve completely changed goals.”

Aether’s shoulder sags because he knows you’re right. There wouldn’t be a way for you to know if the House is still operating with the same objective. If he’d really believe the words of a former Fatuus is a completely different story, however.

Aether sighs. “…It’s not right to call me a hero in this situation.”

“Oh?”

“I’m doing this for selfish reasons.”

Aether hesitates. Does he think you know nothing about selfishness? You ran from the House that took care of you because of your cowardice. You’re plenty familiar with selfishness.

“Mhm,” Paimon nods, “the Traveler wants to know if they’re hiding something about his sister.”

“Paimon,” Aether admonishes, then wilts.

“Oh no!” The fairy’s face pales, her hands coming up to her mouth. “Was Paimon not supposed to say it right away?”

“It’s fine.” It’s not fine. You can see it in the lines between Aether’s brows, his tense shoulders, and his sharp glare to the floor. “You already blurted it anyway.”

“Your sister,” you repeat, conjuring an image of a girl with the same gold as Aether, the same hardheaded determination. What is it with you and getting into trouble with brothers? “I’ve never heard anything about your sister during my time there.”

Aether shrugs. “That doesn’t surprise me. I only arrived here not too long ago, and from what I’m getting, you were already out of the orphanage.”

“So you think Lyney knows something?”

“I know The Knave knows something.”

How strange. Aether’s certainty that their ‘Father’ would confide in them everything, imply that Lyney is privy to information that only the Harbingers would keep to themselves.

You had this same thought before: Lyney, someday Harbinger, someday who would take Arlecchino’s throne. Now, you feel empty thinking about it. It used to fill you with so much rage before.

You turn away from Aether so he won’t see your face. Your previous affiliation with the House shouldn’t matter anymore—you’ve long since abandoned that life. You shouldn’t care about what the upstanding hero would want with them.

You shouldn’t.

Yet you end up fearing what this Outlander will do if they find out the darker secrets of the House that the orphans have to task themselves with. It’s never the children’s fault. But as a hero in a storybook, they rarely have pity for the bad guys.

If Aether finds out anything remotely wrong, what would he do to them…?

You sigh heavily. “I’ll prove to you that you’re wrong about whatever you think of them.”

Aether smiles. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Rosalie comes out of the counter’s back door a few moments later, holding two plates of dinner. She stares blankly at your frozen figure and Aether’s slack posture.

She hands you the plates. “I’ll get two more.”

Rosalie disappears back into the kitchen, a bright smile on her face as she leaves the scene. There was a skip in her step, too.

You settle the plates down in front of Aether and Paimon. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Paimon gasps in delight.

When Rosalie comes back out, she’s fluttering all over the place, gushing over how adorable your new friends are. She then goes into a tangent about how she was right in telling you that you have a charming personality, and it was about time people realized that.

“Rosalie,” you murmur, steaming from the ears.

Rosalie laughs heartily. “Oh, you’re so cute. Do you kids have any plans tonight?”

Aether casts you a glance. “We’re going to watch Lyney the Magician’s show tonight if that’s alright.”

You breathe in deeply. Aether sure works fast. You haven’t even prepared yourself for the little chance you were going to be forced to face Lyney again. You expected it on much more personal, grudge-driven circumstances, with Lyney taking you in for The Knave to deal with.

Rosalie sips from her glass, turning to you. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to watch it, mon ange? I also would have taken you to watch Mr. Lyney.”

“They came over to give me their spare ticket,” you say before she can start thinking deeply about Lyney, but it doesn’t work.

“Ah, I see! Well, have fun.” She grins. “I’ve heard only good things about Mr. Lyney.”

You down the rest of your drink, wishing it was the strong taste of alcohol instead of the sugary sweet Fonta.

Rosalie gasps, hands on the table as she stands. “Oh! Let’s get you changed for tonight’s show! What if Mr. Lyney’s show picks you as a chosen participant? You have to make him and the audience fall in love with you, Y/N!”

“None of those are necessary,” you say, nearing a whine. It’s embarrassing to have her say that while Aether and Paimon are right in front.

“This is the first time you’re going out—let me please dress you up!” Sometimes, Rosalie acts more like a big sister than a mother.

Rosalie turns to Aether, already pushing you out of your chair. “Give us ten.”

Aether is smiling, looking as if holding in laughter. “Don’t worry. We aren’t going anywhere; we made a deal.”

After rummaging through closets and spilling dresses all over Rosalie’s bed, you're soon ushered out of the door. You witness Paimon's jaw dropping and Aether's eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

“Whoa…!” Paimon gasps.

“Please spare me from any more comments,” you say, face hot.

Your dress, while nothing as grand as the rest of richer Fontaine women, is still grander than your loose blouse from before. It flows all the way down and drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine.

Thankfully, they oblige. You can’t handle any more—too much have you a puddle on the spot, and in the most humiliating way possible. Rosalie bids you all farewell, telling Aether to bring you back home before ten.

“I don’t think you can be home before ten,” Aether mutters as he leads you outside.

You hide behind his figure, uneasy from the curious stares of the passersby. It could be because you’re walking next to the renowned Traveler, but a part of you thinks that they know who you are. For all you know, there could be wanted posters of your face, and you wouldn’t know because you don’t go outside.

Aether turns to you. “Can you move comfortably?”

“This corset is a little too tight.”

Aether takes your hand and leads you somewhere off to the side, away from any onlookers. Then, he moves behind you and helps with loosening the corset. You look off to the side and swear that you saw a figure dash past, as nimble as a cat, but that was probably nothing.

“Should we rip off the length, too?” Paimon asks.

“No!” you exclaim, startling the two. “No, it’s fine. This is not my dress. Are you going to make me fight Lyney?”

Aether shrugs. “If worse comes to worse.”

“I’m in heels.”

“If worse comes to worse,” Aether repeats, tying the ends in a neat little ribbon.

“I wasn’t aware that you would start blackmailing me this early on.”

Aether smiles grimly. “There are no warnings when it comes to that.”

You perform a twirl in the new adjustments, twisting around, finding it much more breathable than compared to when Rosalie treated it like her usual fitting.

“Good?” Aether asks.

“Good.”

The conversation doesn’t die down, but it’s much more stiff than before. Paimon tells you that she liked your muddy apron better, and you wish you could agree. But this is who you really are. Nothing genuine like the soil staining your washed-out apron and your hands, or the Lumidouce Bell by the counter you’ve watched grow, but a dress that doesn’t belong to you for a mission that you have to fulfill to save other people who wouldn’t even recognize what you’ve done.

The Opera Epiclese, though you’d never been, looks the same as all the stories you’ve heard about it. Filled with a lively audience, the atmosphere dimmed, and your breath held in anticipation as Aether led you to vacant seats. You sit on Paimon’s supposed seat.

You face Aether. “What now? What do you want me to do? Strut back into their lives and demand all their Fatui secrets as if I never left?” you whisper hastily as all the lights flicker off.

A spotlight centers on the stage.

Aether nestles into his seat. “Prove to me that I can trust them just as much as you do. Who knows, you might get something out of this, too.”

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an-angels-fury · 5 months

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My Adam Frankenstein Headcanons: The Creature being vulnerable with you 💜

Another post that was already rotting in my drafts.

Have fun! 😘🫶

P.S.: Forgive me for any grammar mistake. English's not my first language.

Warning(s): Touch-starved!Adam, self-depreciation, a perfect mix of angst and fluff, implied non-sexual nudity (kind of...)

At first, being intimate was a great challenge to Adam. As much as you both longed to be closer to each other, there was always that bad feeling haunting the back of his mind: the fear that, when he open up himself to you, the first moment your eyes fall upon the smallest imperfection, it wouldn't take longer for you to turn your back at him like everyone else.

After being abandoned by his own father, the man who gave him life, and all the other kinds of rejection he's been through in his short existence, which resulted in nothing but pain and heartbreak, the idea of finding anyone, specially someone so beautiful and kind like you, who genuinely cared about him - and even loved him - sounded as another sweet ilusion, something he was never meant to find.

You both had to put much effort to make this work. You always tried to be patient and understandable about his insecurities, especially after he finally reveal to you his story and his terrible experiences with human beings, but you can't deny this could be pretty frustrating sometimes.

There are times he thinks so low of himself that is hard to take him out of this dark hole. In these moments, he tries very hard to keep distance, to hide himself from you. A voice in his head convinces him he's no man at all, just a souless abomination from Hell unworthy from any kind of sympathy and love, from you or anyone. For his luck, you're always there to remind him that none of these things are true and never will be.

At the beginning, you were always the one who needed to start the first contact. Simple gestures like hugging, kissing, touching his face or just whispering some kind words to him, were enough to make him emotional to the point of breaking down. In these occasions, you just stayed there by his side, waiting until he calmed down and comforting him in the best way you could.

But with time, he learns to cope better with his emotions because he always feels embarassed for ruining such special moments between you and him, even when you assure him you have no problem with it. After a while, he finally starts to require your feelings, giving in to your sweet touches and genuine words of love. Later, he awkwardly tries to imitate the gestures you use with him: holding your hand gently, caressing your cheeks with his fingertips, even shyly touching his lips in your forhead.

When he realizes you don't even try to push him away from you, nor show any sign of repulse or disgust - actually you always make clear that you love it and want him closer - he becomes more confident in his actions and, day after day, gets more determinated to show how much he adores you and to do all he can to you never feel alone. As someone who knows very well how painful loneliness and isolation can be, he'd never want to make you go through this too. Never.

You still remember very well how awkward but sweet your first kiss was. It was fast, a simple touch of lips while Adam held your face in his hands. Even with his lack of experience, all the love put in the gesture couldn't be more real. You couldn't help but give a little laugh after open your eyes and see his pale face turning red and a shy smile coming to his face.

You love to fall asleep against his big warm chest. Nothing in this world makes you feel safer than hearing the calm rhythm of his heartbeat and having your small body being enveloped by his strong arms. He may deny it, but Adam loves to watch you sleep close to him. Something about your soft and relaxed expression, such state of vulnerability, how you demonstrate such trust on him not only touches his heart deeply, but awakes a deeper instict of protectiveness towards you. Just the idea of someone hurting or harming you in any way is enough to make his blood boil with furious rage.

After a while, he also lets himself relax around you and lay his head down on your chest to get some comfort too, especially after waking up, trembling and weeping, from a nightmare or being haunted by some horrible memory from his past. You'd never hesitate in putting his arms around him and kiss him all over his face until you feel his body ease and his breath slow down. It always breaks your heart to see him this way, but you still tries your best anyway. Also, you know very well that he'd do the same for you, with no doubt.

You already know about the conditions of Adam's conception. You already notice the red lines around his neck and the smaller ones in the pale skin of his face. So, one day, you gently ask him to see him as he is, but still make clear that he doesn't need to do it if he doesn't feel comfortable enough. You can see the hesitation and insecurity in his yellow eyes and you know that, in some dark and distant place of his mind, he still fears you'll abandon him when you finally realize he's not human at all. You caress his face and remind him how much you love him and that, whatever the choice he makes, you won't judge him. It takes him some time to consider the sincerity in your words, but, in the end, he finally gives in to his desire of making you happy.

When Adam finally reveals his body to you, his first instinct is to put his arms around his own body, ashamed, trying to hide himself from your view. But you don't give up, holding his hands gently and reminding him with your sweet voice that you'll always love him and that his physical appearence will never change that. Slowly, he puts his guard down once again and closes his eyes to not see the revulsion and disgust in your face. He is expecting a cry of horror, but the only sound his ears pick up are silence. And suddenly, a touch as soft as a feather in his chest, over the exact spot of his heartbeat.

He pays attention to the way you caress his skin, the feeling of your soft, delicate fingers tracing your scars, but what truly melts his heart and brings all his walls down is the spark of love that never leaves your eyes. Your touch, this kind of intimacy, feels like a blessing from Heaven he doesn't deserve, but longs for desperately. And with all the love you feel for him, how could you ever deny him anything?

#since I made my first adam HCs post many people asked me to post more about him so... I FINALLY DID 😄#frankenstein #mary shelley #mary shelly's frankenstein #frankenstein 2004 #hallmark frankenstein #frankenstein's creature #frankenstein's monster #adam frankenstein #frankenstein's creature x reader #frankenstein's monster x reader #adam frankenstein x reader #frankenstein's creature x you #frankenstein's monster x you #adam frankenstein x you #headcanons #frankenstein headcanons #my headcanons

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nandorisms · 5 months

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I love Nandor the Relentless so much.

There's just something about him that is so heartbreakingly relatable.

I think there has been a time in all of our lives when we felt like we were too much. Like we were so desperate to connect with someone else that we've given parts of ourselves freely, knowing full well that the other person is never going to fully give us what is we do want. But we give those parts of ourselves anyway, hoping that this time is going to be different from all over the other times, and then we realize it's not. And that small fragile hope we carry is all that we have left.

So, over time we grow from those experiences. We know what to expect now. But, those experiences and our long-buried feelings now colour how we accept love and give it in return, to the point that what we've wanted is no longer something we trust to stay.

But down deep it's still what we want, even though our past and those that have made us feel like we shouldn't want it, we still have that small hope. Only now it's harder to give those parts of ourselves that we gave so freely before, because now it's real. It's real and it can hurt worse than all of the other times, because this person knows us. Knows us enough to see past all of the paper-thin walls we've built around ourselves to protect ourselves. And it's terrifying.

To finally be perceived after wanting it for so long is terrifying.

So, we keep them at a distance. Because distance is safer.

Ugh, sorry I'm high and feeling some type of way while watching reruns of WWDITS and my sister(first time watching) is shitting on Nandor (which excuse me beetch, you just don't understand her)

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #nandor the relentless #nandor has layers

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 month

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Daryl Dixon X Reader

Context: Forbidden Romance! You belong to Shane, but your heart lies with Daryl...💚 Part 1/3

Being in the country side, the walkers weren't very close to you and the rest of your family. The bigger issues were in the cities, with larger communities. So you thought you and your family were safer out hear on your farm, but that all changed one day when a stranger in a sheriff's uniform ran to the house holding a small child. He was in a panicked state, begging for help, explaining that Otis had accidentally shot his son when he was hunting a dear. Your father, Hershel helped as much as he could, and when more of this unfamiliar group of strangers started appearing, the more it seemed like life was about to change. The man who arrived with the little boy was called Rick, and apparently he leads his own group, and used to be a police officer. Your dad Hershel was trying his hardest to save Rick's son, with your help, but he needed medical supplies that were a fair distance away. That's when a man by the name of Shane who also arrived, offered to help, and Otis went with him. By the time the supplies were brought back, according to Shane, Otis didn't make it, and helped Shane to freedom so he could get the supplies back. It hurts so much to hear about Otis, he had been a good friend to the family and it was hard to take the news. The medical supplies helped, and Hershel was able to save Rick's son, Carl.

The whole group that arrived at your home were trying to find a little girl called Sofia, and when Rick asked to stay, your dad wasn't too happy about it. In the end, he agreed they could stay a fair distance outside the house, but only until Carl was ok and they had found the little girl. They were there for a good few days before you started to learn the names of the rest of the group. Your sister Maggie had spent time with a really sweet guy called Glenn, and your little sister Beth was keeping to herself most of the time. You stared chatting to a lady named Carol, she was quiet, and she was troubled. She was upset because she and her group were looking for her daughter who had run away, so she was on edge a lot of the time. Lori was Rick's wife, she was focused on her son's health and making sure he was getting better, but she still seemed nice. There was Andrea, T dog, Dale and someone who was a bit of an enigma....Daryl. Carol explained to you that he wasn't around much because he was out everyday looking for Sofia, and he wasn't someone who liked to talk to new people a lot. But he was nice, if rough around the edges according to Carol. Everyone had to work together to protect the house and farm area, and you had previous experience on survival and self defence before the walkers came, so Hershal was more lenient with you going out and helping the new comers.

Your dad Hershal had his own thoughts about the walkers, he thought they could be saved, changed. But in your mind, once your dead, that's it. Even if it was someone you loved, if they were gone, there was no changing that. During your time helping the new comers, Shane had been having some issues after Otis's death, and you didn't know why, and you were not going to get involved either. But Shane seemed to like talking to you and keep you company when you were doing work out of the house. He appeared to be friendly, happy and he wanted to hang out with you more than anyone else in your family. After a while, one thing lead to another, and you ended up sleeping together when you both were out collecting supplies in the local town. He was cute, and it was a nice release from the stresses of the life at the farm. But you had no idea how bad it was going to get, and you were about to find out. After an argument between Rick and Shane, Shane came back to the camp with a very angry expression, and he wasn't himself at all. He was starting to act....strange....And he wouldn't stop looking at Lori. One day when you and Shane are driving to the local town to find some more supplies, you asked him what was going on, and he refused to even acknowledge you. That was so rude! You asked again, he ignored you, and by the time you arrived at the town, you stormed out of the car and walked away from him. "Come on Y/N, where are you going?" "Away from you! If you refuse to talk to me, I'll find supplies without you"

He slams his car door close and starts following you. "Don't be like that Y/N, just don't ask me about my business" "I only ask because your not yourself. I want to make sure your ok" "I'm fine! Now shut up and leave it!" He was definitely angry at you now, and you weren't having it. "You look in the cafe, I'll check in the pharmacy" "Why don't you want to find things together Y/N?" "Because you have an attitude, and I don't want to be around you when you have an attitude" "Oh for f#ck sake!" "Don't (for f#ck sake) Me! All I ask you is a question and you act like this! And then you tell me to shut up? Hell no! Go find your own sh#t!" You storm off and head into the pharmacy, but it appears you've struck a nerve in Shane, making him crack his neck with a scowl on his face.

You find some painkillers on the first couple of shelves in the pharmacy, but before you can put them into your supply bag, you feel Shane's hand grab you on the back of your neck, pulling you back, then pushes you into another shelf unit. You fall against it as it toppled to the floor, it hurt your arm and your leg, making look up at him with a shocked expression. "What the f#ck is wrong with you Shane!" "Don't talk to me like that! You need to understand who's in charge!" "Go f#ck yourself Shane! I'm my own woman and will not be pushed around by you or anyone else!"

"Oh really?" "Yes! And this little fling we have, is over! Don't ever touch me again!" Shane smirks and tries to reach for you, but you pull out your loaded gun and point it up at him, making him back off. "Fine Y/N....fine....I'll give you a chance to apologise, and if you do, I'll consider driving you back to the house" "Like hell will I apologise to you" "Fine! looks like your not coming back to the house" "It's my house! My home! And you seriously think your the only choice I have for getting home? We're only 2 miles away, and I have a perfectly good set of legs" "Yeh.....but the walkers are everywhere" "I've killed more walkers than I've had hot dinners, now get the f#ck away from me, I'm not afraid to shoot!" He just smiled, but you could tell he was still pissed off at you. He marched out of the pharmacy and got straight back into the car, driving in the opposite direction of home. You shake it off and stand up, dusting yourself off. You check your arm and leg for injuries, your leg is fine, it's probably going to bruise, but it was your arm that was an issue. You had a deep cut on your lower arm from a nail on the shelf unit, and you were bleeding quite a lot from it. You very quickly find some medical supplies and make a quick bandage on your arm, stopping the blood and cleaning any away that may lure a walker. After that, you collect everything you could in there, then head to the local shop opposite to find food and water.

You managed to fit a lot of food into your large backpack, and there were two big bottles of water you could carry back to the house. They were going to be heavy, but the others definitely need it. You were about to pick up the water when a single walker enters the shop and heads straight towards you. You don't panic and you don't use the gun either, so you get your big knife out and stab him in the head, killing it instantly. Even one by yourself still scares you, but it gets easier the more you do it. You carry on and start walking back to the house with the bag of supplies and water intow. You make sure your not followed by any walkers, and there is still no sign of Shane or the car either. It's very hard to walk this long with so much to carry, but your not giving up. Eventually, your just walking along the field of the farm and back to the house. Lori, Carol and Rick see you walking with all of this, and on your own, so they run up to you. Rick helps you by taking the big bag, Carol takes one of the waters, and they both take it to the camp while Lori stays with you. "Let me take that for you honey" "Thank you Lori" When she takes it, relief washes over you, and there are red, sore marks on your hands from the bottles, along with back pain from the bag.

You and Lori slowly walk back while she talks to you. "Why on earth did you go out on your own? Why didn't you take a car? Or get someone to go with you?" "I did. Shane drove me down to the town to get supplies" "So where is he?" "I don't know and I don't care" you say in a frustrated tone. Lori stops you, puts the water down and faces you, just out of earshot of the camp. "Y/N...what happened?" "It's nothing-" "Y/N....." "Shane....me and Shane got into an argument, and he pushed me against a shelf unit" "He what?!" "He expected ME to apologise for getting him upset and doing what he did, but I told him to f#ck off. He drove in the opposite direction and I haven't seen him since" "He left you alone! He's really crossed the line now! I mean, walkers could have got you!" "There was only one walker Lori, I handled it" "You shouldn't have had to handle it Y/N! Everyone hear protects eachother, and Shane he-! He didn't!" "Lori?" "Yes?" "You said he's really crossed the line now.....what else has he done?" Lori rubs the back of her neck, looking nervously around her. After she's taken a deep breath, she ends up revealing what has been happening between her, Rick and Shane. About how she was sleeping with him when Shane said Rick had died. She broke it off when Rick came back, and now she was pregnant. Shane was convinced it was his baby, tried again and again to get back with Lori, and he started to act a lot more threatening towards her, and others in the group too. This was a lot to take in, and it was all the more shocking when you realised Shane had lied to you about being single and not being interested in anyone else too. Since Lori had been honest with you, you told her about what had been happening between you and Shane, and she was just as suprised as you were when you heard her story.

You both realised that Shane could be a real danger to the group, and Rick needed to be spoken to about him, especially what he did to you today. Lori said she was going to talk to him about the baby too, and about how Shane thinks the baby is his, this was all so much, you didn't even want to mention the injury you got while you were gone. You thought it would only exacerbate things more, and you didn't want all the fuss. After your heart to heart, Lori left to speak with Rick, and you tried to carry on as normal. Helping with chores, seeing if anyone was in need of help or assistance, and hiding your injury for as long as you could.....despite it growing in pain gradually throughout the day. Night came around quickly, and you were feeling low about the whole situation today. Everyone in your house had gone to bed, and only a few people were awake around the camp fire. You wanted some time to yourself, away from any issues or problems. So you took a stroll to the tree line of the woods on your property, and just sat on a tree stump as the house and the camp was just across the way. Today had been enough for you, usually you have to be so strong for everyone.....but right now....you just needed to cry. And you did....all that stress, worry and anxiousness came pouring out of you in floods of tears.

You hid your face in your hands as you try to cover the noises of your crying, but still you cried, unable to stop. It all came pouring out, and it needed too. You'd kept so much back, this was your chance to let it all out. "Hey?" Came a gruff yet gentle voice from behind you. You turned, suprised, to see it was Daryl. He was holding his crossbow, you assumed he had been keeping watch.

"Ya'll alright?" "I'm fine" You lie, trying to mask your voice and avoid eye contact. "Yah don't sound it.....I uhhh.....heard you crying.......whatever it is....do yah need help?" He was being kind to you, you had heard he wasn't really a people person, and very rarely spoke to new people. You just didn't know what to say to him. "I...I dont need any help. I don't need anything" Wiping away more of your falling tears, Daryl looks around, almost lost in knowing what to do. He rubs the back of his neck while contemplating what to say, instead, he just sits on a stump a few feet away. There is no talking for a few seconds, you don't want to speak, and he has no clue what he can say. "Listen, uhh....I don't....I don't really know yah, but....if your hurt in anyway, I could help? Did you get injured or somethin'?" "I already told you I don't need anything" "Yah sure bout that?" "I'm fine!" "Hey! Don't get grumpy with me! I was only f#ckin tryin to be nice-" "Did anyone ask you to?! Just....leave me alone" "(huff) fine, be that way"

He stands up and starts walking away, he only makes it a few steps before he looks back at you. You've annoyed him, to be fair that's not difficult to do. Even though he's annoyed, he looks at you, and it's not just the tears on your face that make him want to go back. He can see you look shaken up by something, and from what he's seen your like around the farm, being so kind and helpful to everyone, this isn't you at all. Plus, he can see that your wincing in pain on your arm, he doesn't know what happened today, but he does know when someone has an injury and they try to hide it, just like he's done in the past. He exhales, runs his hand through his hair and walks back to you. "I told you to leave me alone" "Yeh well, I don't give a sh#t" "Why won't you leave me to myself?" "I'll tell yah what.....I'll leave you alone once I patch up that arm of yours" You recoil away, shock etched on your face. "H-how did you-" "Huh, please. You might be able to fool other people hear, but I can spot a badly wrapped injury from a mile off. So? You want my help or not?" "I don't see why you'd want to" "F#ck me, do you want my help or not?" You look around to the camp and the house sheepishly, he notices this, he can tell that it's not just some small injury, it's affecting you more that your letting on.

"Are yah scared I'm gunna hurt your arm more?" "It just...it stings so much already" "I'll try to be gentle....l'right?" You nod, not saying a word, but your expression is filled with worry. He takes a seat just beside you, and he pulls up his bag with supplies in it, it appears he takes things with him on the go just in case. "I.....I don't like others knowing about things like this...." "Aren't used to accepting help are yah?" "Not really" He pulls out something to wipe away any dry blood or dirt from the wound, he looks at you, with reassurance in your eye. "C'mon, it at least needs to be cleaned" You move your arm around infront of you, and him, pulling up your sleeve, you see the bandage wrapped loosely around your cut. Daryl's hand gently holds the underside of your arm, he looks at you and asks "Still sore?" You just nod, trying to keep in how much it's stinging. "I'm gunna try not to make it hurt as much, K?" ".....Ok" Gently pulling the bandage away, the cut is red and tender, and you can see it's a clean cut through. It's about 3-4 inches long, Daryl sucks in air through his teeth. "Damn, I couldn't keep this kinda cut to myself without showing it in some kinda way. I'm impressed" He takes the medical swab and cleans around the cut, being careful not to hurt you. "Why are you being so nice to me?" His face is like a mixture of grumpy and confused, but that slowly fades when he can see the tears still in your eyes.

"I've seen yah around the camp a couple of times, I won't lie to yah, it's strange seeing someone so helpful and happy all the time.....It's weird" "So? Your helping me because I'm weird?" "I'm helping yah because out of all the rest of your family members, noone else treats us like decent human beings. Your dad, he....he helped Carl, yeh. But he's still weary of us, were outsiders to him" "Dads just protective of everyone on the farm" "And I can't blame him for that. Your sisters do their own thing, but your dad...he don't even like us to close to the house. But you, your helping my group. Yah go out and find supplies for us and your own family, that's dangerous to do. And if you help us, it's only fair I can do the same" There is a comfortable silence as Daryl starts to bandage you up again, properly this time. "Just be careful next time. Somethin' like this could bring walkers right to yah" "Yeh I'll be very careful next time, especially now that I won't be bringing him along-" Realisation hits you as you notice what just came out of your mouth, so you try your best to change the subject. "I see you've got a crossbow. How does it-" "What?" "What what?" "You just said, you won't be bringing HIM along. Who?......wait a second, this cut wasn't somethin YOU did was it?"

You fall silent, the cats out of the bag now, even though you don't want it to be. "I've already spoken to Lori, and she's told Rick about the situation too. There's no need to worry" ".....Did someone hurt you?" His voice is assertive, like a protective friend. "Yes, but Rick's going to talk to him" "Who was it?" "............It was Shane......" Daryl, stands up and paces back and forth, anger filling his entire body, you can see it in his face. "That mother f#cker!" "Daryl-" "Who the f#ck does he think he is?! F#ckin pr#ck! I'll kick the sh#t out of that-" "Daryl! Just calm down" "Calm down? Are you f#ckin kiddin me?! That #sshole attacked you when all you've done is help us all! I swear...." "Daryl, Lori told me that Rick is going to talk to him. Shane respects him, I know he'll listen" "He shouldn't have done this to you in the first place! If he's gunna to attack yah with a knife-" "Woh woh woh, knife?" "Yeh? You can't exactly cut someone with a gun" "No no Daryl, that's not how it happened" Daryl's face changed, he wanted to hear what happened, it's only fair he hears the truth, he has helped you tonight. He sits back down beside you and you tell him everything, even the fling you and Shane had. You explained Shane pushing you, you pulling the gun on him, and being made to walk back on your own. "You should've shot him" "Yeh, well.....it would have wasted a bullet" You can see before he tried to hide it, a very small smirk, he liked what you said. "So this is from a nail on the unit?" "Yes" "....I still think you should've shot him" "It would have lured walkers. Thankfully there was only one I had to deal with" "On your own?" "Yes? You seem suprised" "You were on your own and bleedin" "Even so, I killed it within seconds. I needed to get the supplies back. I didn't even care if Shane was back or not"

Daryl puts the medical supplies back in his small bag, and sits back a little to continue talking to you. "I don't see you around the house, or in your group very much" "Yeh, well, I've been lookin for Sofia" "Carol's daughter?" "Yeh" "No luck yet?" "Nah....but everyday I track her, I feel like I'm getting closer" "I can see your tent up on the edge of the farm. Why pitch up so far away?" ".......Let's just say I need some space sometimes. Or need to get away from the stress for a while" "I understand" "I'm guessing that's why you were sleeping with Shane? Just to forget this sh#t whole of a world we're all stuck in for a while?" "Pretty much, yeh.....but there's no way in hell I'll go back to that #sshole" "I'd probably hit yah in the back of the head if yah did" "And I'd let you..." You both look at eachother, before smiles form on both your faces, followed by a small chuckle. "I'm sure Rick will put Shane in his place, but listen.....if he tries anythin again, I'll help you out. K?" His eyes are serious, but also calm, you could tell you could trust him. "If he tried, I'd probably kick him straight in the balls....but I would tell you too. If this WAS to happen again, it's a behaviour that can get dangerous. There's enough danger with the walkers, let alone a living person" "Yah got that right" Your dad Hershal waves you over to the house, so you stand up and say your goodbyes to Daryl. "I've got to go....but thank you for helping Daryl"

"It's nothin" "No, it's not nothing. I really do appreciate your help, but also just talking to me like a normal person. It's nice. Your nice" "Heh, maybe you had some blood loss there too if you think I'm nice" Again, you both share a chuckle. "You've offered your support if I'm in any further issues, and I'm offering the same to you Daryl. If you need any help, or just a hand finding this little girl. All you need to do is ask" ".......I'll keep it in mind" "Goodnight Daryl" "G'night" You start walking back to the house, feeling a lot better about the day you've had. Daryl was surprisingly nice, and was very kind to bandage you up. Daryl watched you walk back as he loaded up his crossbow, his eyes never left you. "Are you doing alright Daryl?" Carol asks she walks up to him. "I'm fine" "You hungry? We've cooked up some of that squirrel you got today, wanna come have a bite?" "Yeh, sounds good" He stands up as Carol watches you go into the house. "Making new friends?" "She was hurt, I offered to help" "Was that all?" "What yah talkin bout?" "The way you were looking at her....." "Uh, seriously?" "I'm just saying! She is a beautiful young woman, I'm not suprised your looking" Carol smirks as she heads back to the camp. Daryl follows her, as he can see you in the window of the house. Carol was right about one thing, he couldn't stop looking at you.

The next few days were a blur, many things went down on the farm. You continued to help everyone and spend time with Rick's group, Shane kept his distance, and there were a few times Daryl invited you to come along and track for Sofia. There was still no luck with Sofia, but Daryl never stopped, never stoped looking for her or consoling Carol. Even bringing her back a flower to simbalise hope of her child coming back. One day, you were putting some wet clothes on your washing line, when there was shouting amongst some people, about a possible walker in the area. Andrea was on top of the camper with a gun, and Rick ran down to this (walker) with a few others, in hopes to kill it without a gun. But you were confused when they stopped and didn't attack, was it a walker? The sound of a bullet split the air with a bang, and Rick shouts out in fear, what was going on? You start to run down, that's when you see Rick, Shane and Glenn, bringing back Daryl!

Daryl! He was bloodied, in pain and had a bleeding wound on his head, that must have been Andrea shooting from the camper. Your running to them all, panicked and worried, you hoped he was ok. He passed out in Rick and Glenn's grasp just before you get to them. "What happened to him?!" "We don't know!" Rick shouted "We need to get him fixed up!" "I can do it! Let me help you take him in"

You had medical experience so you knew what to do to help him, just like how you helped your dad when Carl was shot. Rick and Glenn lead him down on the bed, and you instantly make work on his head wound. Thankfully it was just a small injury, and the bullet didn't hit him fully, so stitching up his head was easy. It was the bleeding from his waist that was concerning you. You removed his shirt, careful not to hurt him, and that's where you see a puncture wound in from his back to his front. Like he was stabbed by something. You could see that he had ripped part of his shirt to make a bandage for it, whatever happened to him, he must have been through hell. Rick and Glenn left you too it as you didn't need there help, instead they took the doll Daryl had on him when he came back, and they were about to have a meeting about getting closer to finding Sofia thanks to Daryl. A few hours later, Daryl is all stitched up and the blood and dirt was cleaned away too. You made sure he was comfortable in the bed, the poor guy was still passed out, and he needed to rest. He laid there with his eyes closed, so peaceful. You couldn't help but place your hand against his cheek, you felt so bad for him going through this. You take some of the few little bits of twigs out of his hair, when a shadow lingers on door way infront of you, followed by a small knock.

"Hey" "......Shane?......" "Yeh...." "Daryl's going to be ok, he's going to probably need some strong painkillers but he'll make it through" Shane looks to the ground and nods, then back at you, with cold eyes. "I was actually hoping to speak to you" You give him a blank expression, not wanting to talk to him. "Has Rick spoken to you yet?" "Rick? No, why would-" "Then I don't want to speak to you" "Oh come on-" "No! You are on very thin ice with me Shane! If your not hear to check on Daryl, which you should by the way! Then you can leave" Shane smirks. "Just don't forget who is really incharge hear Y/N, you'll do well to come back to me" "I'd rather let a walker bite me" Daryl starts to stir into consciousness, making Shane slip away, still smirking at you before he's out of sight.

"Nnuuhhhh......" Daryl groans as his eyes open, and the pain starts to kick in. You help him raise his head and give him some pain medication, lifting some water to his lips too, which he takes in a desperate thirst. "There you go....that should help you soon. It's the strongest medicine we have for pain relief. Are you ok?" "F#ck, I feel like I got hit by a damn truck...." "I thought you might say something like that. Don't worry, you'll feel better soon. And I've stitched up all your wounds" "Did?......did Andrea shoot me?" "Well.....yes she did, but she thought you were a walker" "I did looked like one, I'm not suprised she thought I was" His fist clenched in pain when he moved his body, the area where he was stabbed must have been so painful for him. You instinctively reach for his clenched fist, allowing your hand to slip into his. "If it hurts, just squeeze my hand ok?" He looked a little confused, but his hand gently wrapped around yours too. Not tightly, but enough. "You don't have to tell me what happened Daryl, but you do need to rest until your better" "I'll be fine, if Sofia ain't found, I don't stop-" "I don't care, you could have died today if you weren't careful. Your resting until your better, end of discussion. My home, my rules" A tiny smile forms on Daryl's lips. "Is that so?" "That's so"

His thumb strokes your hand as you hold his, and a quiet moment is shared as you both look into eachothers eyes. It was calm, yet wonderful. A knock at the door makes you both look, and it's Carol with a plate of food. "Hey Y/N, your dad says your foods on the table. I've brought Daryl's, why don't you go and eat, you've been hear for a long time. I'll keep Daryl company" "Alright, thank you Carol. Enjoy your food Daryl" You say as you walk out of the room and head to the dining table where your dad and Beth are. Carol parks herself on the bed beside Daryl as he sits up a little. "How you doing?" "I got shot by Andrea, so yeh, I'm just peachy" "She feels bad about that......Rick said you came back with Sofia's doll" "I found it....I feel like were closer to finding her" "....Thank you....for everything....." "Don't mention it" "....Sooo......I saw you and Y/N looking quite close" "She held my hand, that's all" "Hmm, you say that...but it's not everyday a lovely young girl will clean you up, stitch up your injuries and stay at your bedside for hours just to make sure your ok" "Hours? How long was she keepin an eye on me?" "Well, Rick and Glenn brought you in around about 4 o'clock, and it's 9 now" "Really?....She really stayed with me for that long?" "Of course she did, the poor thing was so worried about you. Refused to leave you alone incase you took a bad turn, didn't even join us all for dinner. Me and Hershal saved some for both of you for when you woke up" "That's.....thanks..." "No problem" Carol hands him his plate as he sits up a little, he wolf's it down like a man starved. "When your up and about again, I think if you go out again...you should take someone with you" "Like who? Rick's got everyone doing somethin', I'm fine on my own" "What about taking Y/N? I've seen how strong she is, you can keep eachother safe out there. Plus....I think it would do you both some good to spend some more time together" "I know what your doin' Carol" "I'm not doing anything" She says playfully "But I do think you and Y/N make a good team. Just think about it, ok?" "L'right..."

When you finished your food, you went back to check on Daryl, Carol told you he ate everything, so at least that's a good thing. She left you too it, and you were just tidying up the bedroom as Daryl wakes up again. "Hey there sleepyhead" "Hey" "How you feeling?" You ask as you sit beside him. "I'm alright, better than I was. And those painkillers you gave me, god damn there good" "Yeh, there the best you can get out hear. I'm just glad there helping you" Daryl looks at you with a gentle kindness in his eyes. "Why don't yah head to bed and get some rest? Carol told me how long you've been taking care of me" "Well, I would. But I can't really" "Why not?" "2 reasons. One, I've still got all this to clean up after doing your stitches" "And the other?" "My bed is currently being used" "Really? I know Hershal recently moved everyone in to keep us safer, but someone is using your room in your own house?" "Yes.....you Daryl" "Huh?" He sits up a little and realises as he looks around the room, that he recognises some of your things. "This is your room ain't it?" "Yep" "And I've taken up your bed" "You were in stronger need of it than me Daryl. And don't you dare think your going to be trying to sleep on the floor or anywhere else in your state! Your staying put" "(Chuckle) Yes ma'am....but where are yah gunna sleep?" "I have a comfy chair in the corner, I'll sleep there" Daryl shakes his head, looks at the bed and sees that there's plenty of space for two. He moves over just a little, so there's enough room for both of you. "Daryl-" "You were puttin your foot down with me, now it's my turn. We're adults, we can both sleep cuz there's enough room. Ya'll alright with that?" You just smile, and nod in agreement. After cleaning the medical supplies, you lie down on the opposite side of your bed and get comfortable with a blanket. "If your in pain during the night at all Daryl, just let me know ok?" "I will.....y'all get some sleep now, I'm gunna do the same" "Goodnight Daryl" "G'night" You snuggle down and face the other way, and within minutes your eyes flutter shut as your body relaxes and you drift off into a well deserved sleep. Daryl takes a sip of water before lying back down in the bed, he can see you sleeping peacefully.....and he smiles. He knows....somehow....you were a good person to have around.

The next day, Daryl and you woke up within minutes of eachother, and he seemed so much better. Clearly the painkillers had helped a lot, he was still in some discomfort, but he was determined to not stay in bed all day. You checked his injuries, and you were happy to let him leave, but told him not to do to much. He smiled a little, you think he secretly liked being told what to do by you. Why he did, you don't know, but it was a gut feeling. A few days had passed and Rick hadn't spoken to Shane yet, you were concerned Lori didn't tell him, or he forgot to do it. But you were getting concerned now. The way he spoke to you the night Daryl was hurt....it was almost menacing....you didn't feel safe. Rick, Glenn and your dad came back one evening after your dad had visited town for a drink by himself. They ended up bringing back someone in the back seat, with his eyes covered. Turns out this guy was with a bigger group who tried to attack your dad and the other two. And this guy, Randall, had been brought back because he needed surgery on his leg. Apparently he fell from a rooftop in town and his leg had impaled on a gate spike, it sounded horrendous. Your dad fixed up his leg as much as he could, but there was a bigger issue.

Rick and Shane were at odds with eachother, trying to decide what happens to Randall. Rick wanted to let him go, but Shane wanted to k#ll him. Shane was adamant about this, he had gotten crueler in the last few days, you were worried. But Rick decided to send him away with a few supplies, and that was the final decision. The next morning, Shane was bundling Randall into the back of the car with a blindfold and earphones in his ears, while you were leaning against the side of the house. "Hey" Came Rick's voice as he walked up behind you. "Hi Rick, you ok?" "I'm alright.....listen.....Lori spoke to me yesterday.....about Shane" "She did?" "Yeh...and even though he's my bestfriend, there's no way I'm gunna let him make Lori or you feel unsafe. Your father let us stay hear in your home. We are the guests....and what Shane did to you was completely uncalled for. Me and him are taking Randall out now....and I'm gunna talk with him.....I'm gunna make sure he leaves you alone and Lori. You understand" "I do....thank you Rick" "Ah don't thank me about this, it's partly my fault. I brought him and all my family hear" "Your not responsible for Shane's choices Rick, please remember that" He nods his head, taps you on the shoulder and makes his way to Shane who's waiting by the car. They both leave, and a small feeling of relief washes over you. Rick was a good man, he knew Shane, and hopefully he could put things right. You hear a whistle from across the farm, it's Daryl waving his arrows to his crossbow. "Ya'll wanna learn how to use this?"

You smile and make your way over to him, it's sweet of him to offer to teach you. Maybe....just maybe...things were starting to change for the better around hear...it certainly felt like it with Daryl around.....

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Kane & Jim #E1: Crunch

~ Whumpmas in July Day 9: Falling ~

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content: child in danger (unharmed), vampire whumpee, mild gore, begging, fluff, hurt/comfort

my first epilogue piece! the advantage of a non-chronological story is i can do whatever i want, including posting epilogue chapters while the story’s still in progress.

takes place 8 years after the beginning of the present arc.

Kane had never been the outdoorsy type, but Liz was the most outdoorsy person he knew. Jim would often accompany Liz’s family on hikes, usually during the day. Jim was okay going out at night now, so long as he wasn’t alone, but he still felt safer during daylight.

Tonight was different. Tonight, they would be setting out at sundown, so Kane could join in. He was a little nervous, to be honest. Liz was always friendly toward him, but there was an air of tension whenever Billy was around. It was obvious she didn’t like having a vampire around her child. Kane tried his best to respect that, keeping his distance whenever possible. It wasn’t hard: Liz had only ever allowed him around the boy a handful of times in the three years since his birth.

But tonight, Billy would be in attendance. Laken wasn’t even coming along, the early bird that they had become since retiring from being a hunter, but Billy had reportedly thrown a tantrum about not being invited until Liz and Laken gave in.

Kane wasn’t great with children, always just felt awkward whenever he interacted with the boy. He was an uncle a dozen times over, something that tends to happen when you have six older siblings, but most of his nieces and nephews were hundreds of years older than him, and he hadn’t even met most of the younger ones.

They were meeting Liz and Billy there. Kane nervously fiddled with his backpack- it was Jim’s really, and mainly contained the supplies for Jim to cook the humans’ late dinner, but he’d offered to carry it. It weighed practically nothing to him.

“You ready to go?” Jim asked, a big smile on his face. For once he wasn’t wearing a turtleneck, finding it too restrictive to hike in, the twin scars on his neck out in the open.

“Mm-hm.” Kane confirmed, continuing to anxiously re-adjust the straps.

“Hey, you’re gonna love it.” Jim insisted. “I’ve done this trail once before, the view from up there is fantastic. It’s a full moon tonight, too. The only thing I ever get a problem with on these is getting too exhausted, or goddamn bug bites, and you don’t have to worry about either of those. Fuck, I’m still gonna be the only one out of breath, since Liz is a beast and she’ll be carrying Billy.”

Kane grinned. “I can carry you if you need me to.”

“Oh, ha ha, laugh it up.” Jim rolled his eyes. “Don’t complain if I end up taking you up on that.”

Kane laughed. “I won’t.” He was still nervous, but he was already feeling a little more at-ease. It was going to be fine. Jim would be there the whole time.

“What’s got you so antsy, anyway?” Jim asked, too good at picking up on Kane’s moods.

“Liz gets... tense whenever I’m around her child.” Kane admitted. “I don’t want to make things uncomfortable.”

“If Liz didn’t wanna bring Billy, she wouldn’t have. She knows how to say no to a three-year-old. Don’t worry about it.” Jim waved his concern away.

“Okay. Yes, you’re right.” Kane agreed.

Liz was cagey as usual, but still polite and friendly. She seemed genuinely excited to share her hobby with him, and had re-introduced him to her child.

“Do you remember Uncle Jim’s friend, Billy? This is Kane, remember?”

“He has big teeth!” Billy declared.

“Yes.” Kane replied awkwardly, suddenly shy about his fangs.

It was a beautiful night on the trail, the moon bright and round. Kane adored the early night’s sky, bringing safety from the sun. Jim was right. He did love this.

Kane was able to add something to the experience, too. He could see better in the dark than the humans could, had superior hearing and smell. Everyone, especially the child, was particularly delighted when he pointed out a deer they would have somehow missed- its presence was obvious to him, but apparently not to a human.

Other than the the glee when Kane pointed something out on the trail, Billy mostly ignored him in favor of the two adults he knew better, eventually falling asleep while Liz carried him.

“Ugh.” Jim complained. “This one’s so long. How much farther?”

“We’re almost there, quit whining.” Liz answered.

“Give me a break, I’m the oldest one here. How are you totally fine when you’re carrying a whole kid?”

“I’m more than eighty years older than you.” Kane interrupted, slowing his pace to match his friend.

“That doesn’t count, you goddamn spring chicken.” Jim retorted. “You know what, fuck it. I’m cashing that promise. Carry me.”

“Language.” Liz chastised.

“Pssh, he’s literally out cold. And a little cursing never hurt you when you were a kid.” Jim waved her off as Kane easily scooped him up in his arms.

Liz chuckled. “I cannot believe you right now. Looks like we’re both carrying babies, Kane. Mine cries less.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Jim said, but his smile betrayed him. Kane laughed.

They arrived soon enough at the peak, a clearing in the wooded area overlooking a cliff. Kane set Jim down and handed him the pack, Liz waking her child up for food.

Kane approached the edge of the cliff. He could see a flat, rocky area directly down below, as well as the wooded beginning of the trail a little further. The land seemed to stretch on forever under the starry sky.

“You were right, Jim. This is beautiful.” Kane said, dazzled.

“Told ya.” Jim agreed through a mouthful of human food.

The four of them sat around, chatting idly while they enjoyed the night. Billy got bored with the adults’ conversation, wandering around nearby.

The boy suddenly ran for the cliff and looked over in wonder before turning his head back around. “Mommy, we’re so far up!” he squealed in delight.

“Billy, get away from the edge!” Liz chastised urgently as she ran in a beeline for the boy.

Perhaps it was the sudden seriousness of his mother’s voice, or the way she was running at him, but for some reason, the child took a couple of steps back. His uncoordinated little feet tripped over a rock.

The child disappeared over the edge.

“NO!” Liz screamed, seemingly loud enough to shatter glass. It was a sound more full of anguish than anything Kane had ever heard in his life.

Kane didn’t even stop to think.

He ran as fast as he could, following Billy off the cliff. The fact that he’d propelled himself allowed him to catch up to the boy quickly, wrapping him in his arms.

The child was screaming. Kane quickly positioned himself under him, his back facing the quickly-approaching ground, and pushed up. The boy seemed to still in the air for a moment.

Crunch.

Kane’s back hit the ground and his entire body exploded with pain, only intensified when Billy landed on top of him with a thud a second later, still wailing.

He couldn’t move. Not an arm, not a leg, not his head. Everything was broken and everything hurt. His breathing was labored and ragged, the distantly familiar feeling of something piercing his lung greeting him. The back of his head hurt the worst, where it’d hit the ground.

Someone was screaming something. The voice was familiar, too. They were too far away for Kane to make out the words.

Kane hadn’t been in this much pain since- since-

No, he wasn’t there. He was out. He’d been out for years.

He could see the cruel grin of a hunter looming over him. He couldn’t move. He was strapped to the board.

No, he could hear a child crying. There were no crying children in the hunters’ compound. The only one who cried here was Kane.

Billy. It was Billy, Liz’s son, he remembered. Kane couldn’t move his head, and one of his eyes saw only the dark red of his own blood. He focused the other to his right, where the boy sat bawling. He appeared to have no major injuries.

Kane’s own body was a different story, he discovered when he looked down at himself. There was so much blood. Everything was bent wrong. He couldn’t look at it for more than a second.

The agony was all-consuming. It was not the worst he had ever felt, nothing held a candle to the sun’s wrath. But that didn’t matter. The sun wasn’t here right now, this pain was.

He needed it to stop. He needed them to stop, please stop, no more. He attempted to beg the hunters for mercy, but no words came out. Something was in his lung.

Time seemed meaningless through the haze of pain, but eventually he saw Liz, running past him to her child. She was followed shortly by Jim, who knelt at Kane’s side.

“H-hey man, you’re gonna be okay.” Jim’s voice was shaky and fearful as he reached out to brush Kane’s hair out of his face.

Jim. Jim was safety. Jim would help him. Jim would save him from the hunters. Kane looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please. He mouthed.

Jim was crying, Kane noticed. “I know, buddy. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. I promise. Everything’s gonna be alright.” He turned to the side. “Liz, how’s Billy?”

“He’s okay.” Liz breathed, hugging him tight. She was crying too, even more than Jim was. The boy was still screaming in his mother’s arms.

“Thank god.” Jim sounded relieved. Kane was relieved too. The child was safe. Wait, he was confused. Wasn’t he with the hunters?

Liz locked eyes with Kane, looking like she was seeing him for the first time, her face streaked with tears. “Thank you.” she said emphatically.

Kane couldn’t respond. He couldn’t do anything.

Please make it stop. It hurts.

“Shit, Liz, how are we gonna get him home?” Jim asked.

Home. Home was good. Yes, please take him home.

Liz was still trying to soothe her son, holding him to her shoulder, facing him away from Kane. Her brows furrowed in concern. “Hmm... Ideally we could just wait for him to heal enough to be able to move him safely, but the sun would come up before then.”

Kane felt panic spike inside him. Please, the hunters couldn’t leave him in the sun like this. He couldn’t take it.

Please no, he mouthed. A weak whine managed to escape from his mangled body.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Kane. No one’s leaving you in the sun.” Jim assured. Kane relaxed slightly at the words. Jim was always right about these things.

“I think…” Liz continued, “We need to knock him out first. Otherwise it’s going to be pretty bad, in terms of pain.”

No more pain. He couldn’t do any more pain, not more than this.

“How?” Jim asked.

“I’ve got it. Here, take Billy. Don’t let him look.”

“Alright. Be careful with Kane, okay? I don’t think he’s a hundred percent… here.”

Kane felt fear rise in him as Jim left his side to take the crying child. He needed Jim. Jim was safe.

Liz knelt in his place. “Thank you. Thank you for saving my son. I know you’re in a lot of pain right now. This is gonna look scary, but I’m just gonna knock you out because it’d hurt too much to move you otherwise.”

She pulled her silver knife from her belt.

Kane whined as loud as he could, which wasn’t very much.

Please no. Please. I’ll be good. he mouthed desperately, his eyes full of fear.

The familiar-looking hunter looked sad. “I’m not going to hurt you, Kane. I’m just gonna make you go to sleep, okay? You’re… safe.”

Kane didn’t understand. Nothing was making sense. Where was he? The hunter moved the silver to the back of his head and Kane tried to thrash, to get away, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t take the burning on top of this, please.

For a fraction of a second, the gaping hole in his skull ignited in searing agony.

And then everything went dark.

Kane awoke to a world of pain.

He whined as he brought his hand to his head, feeling like his brain was pulsating out of his skull. His entire body hurt, especially his back and head.

“Hello, love. How are you feeling?” Bellamy asked.

“Urrrgh.” Kane groaned.

“Yes, that’s about what I’d expected.”

Kane blinked open his eyes blearily. He was in his bed, down in the basement at home. Safe.

Bellamy carded his hand through Kane’s hair. The motion felt nice, soothing, familiar. Despite the pain, Kane felt himself start to relax.

“I’m told you took quite the fall.” Bellamy continued. “I came as fast as I could. That was a very brave thing you did.”

“Wha’happen?” Kane asked sleepily.

“Oh, dear. Jim could surely explain better than I could, given that he was present. I can go fetch him right now, if you’d like. He’s right upstairs.” Bellamy’s voice was soft and gentle. Kane liked that.

“Jim.” Kane repeated.

“Alright. One moment, then.” Bellamy pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up, the hand that had been petting his hair sticky with congealed blood.

Bellamy dashed up the stairs, returning a moment later just as he’d said, Jim in tow.

This was good. He couldn’t be safer than he was with Jim and Bellamy both here.

“Hey, bud. How you feeling?” Jim asked.

“He said he was feeling ‘urrrgh’.” Bellamy supplied helpfully.

“Yeah, looks about ‘urrrgh’.” Jim confirmed.

Kane tried to nod his head, stopping abruptly with a little cry as the pain increased tenfold.

“Don’t move like that, you’re pretty banged-up.” Jim said. “Bel, you got the thing?”

“I do in fact.” Bellamy pressed a pouch of blood into Kane’s hands, and he suddenly realized he was so hungry. The hunger scared him, and he sunk his fangs in immediately, sucking up all the sweet blood inside while Bellamy gently rubbed his shoulder. As he always did with the disposable packages Bellamy brought, he ripped it open and licked up every remnant sticking to the plastic, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste.

“Yeah, you’ve been out for a day, missed a meal.” Jim informed him. “You healed all the worst stuff while you were sleeping, though. You looked like spaghetti and meatballs with a lotta tomato sauce when we brought you home, but you only look a little out of sorts now.”

Kane knew spaghetti and tomato sauce, Jim made those with frequency. “What are meatballs?”

“Don’t worry about it. Point is, you’re already a lot better and you’ll probably be all the way better by the end of the day. You’re alright.” Jim said.

“Thank you.” Kane appreciated the assurance. He still half-expected his healing to be slowed like it was with the hunters, despite being fully fed. He hadn’t experienced too much of his normal healing in the years since, at least not with anything serious.

The knowing it would go away soon bled the last bit of tension from him. He was going to be okay. Looking back and forth at Jim and Bellamy, Kane knew he was loved.

edit: BONUS CONTENT AVAILABLE HERE! jim’s pov!!

don’t worry about physics inaccuracies because i sure didn’t

SORRY SORRY I KNOW i keep uploading everything except ch 26. IT IS COMING. i swear.

check out these other two things i also wrote for whumpmas in july hehe

Lost at Sea

Numbers Game

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anonymous-astronaut · 2 years

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The mercs on a undercover mission on a rave? (Can be either a legalized one or a illegal one or both on what would happen…

Ought to be interesting! Keep in mind I have never been to a rave, but I’ll do my best.

Scout

Throws himself into the mosh pit with zero hesitation, and is very adamant that doing so is 100% necessary for the mission. It takes all of two seconds for him to get trampled and disappear from sight. I mean he’s built like a hat stand, my man gets absolutely demolished and has to crawl back out. He says that he’s fine though, and will continue to dance at a safer distance, probably with a bit of a limp. By the end he’s convinced that the experience automatically make him ten times cooler, but he just has a black eye. Probably wore a Tom Jones t-shirt no matter who was performing.

Soldier

For the first time ever, Soldier’s surroundings are louder and more chaotic than he is. He can scream all he wants and no one will even notice him, which is a very new experience. I think it would actually manage to throw him off a little. He’s not afraid to throw hands if someone gets in the way, but the sheer amount of people that have no interest in giving him the time of day shuts him down pretty fast. He actually feels a little out numbered for once, and ends up just kinda shouldering through the crowd to do whatever he needs to do so he can leave.

Pyro

As long as it’s clear that everyone is having a good time, Pyro is down to party. They love the performance even if it’s bad, music and lights fascinate them either way and they get distracted instantly. Hopefully someone went with them, mostly to keep them from trying to add their own fire effects but also because no mission will completed if they go alone. Pyro steers clear of the mosh pit, but they have no hesitations about dancing. If the crowd gets too crazy however, they might get kind of overwhelmed and stop having fun. Hopefully all goes well.

Demo

This atmosphere brings out the… irresponsible side of him. He takes the opportunity to get absolutely plastered, and will party as hard as he possibly can under the guise of “fitting in with the crowd”. He fits in a little too well, because no one can find him and he completely forgets why he’s there in the first place. He probably has a good time, but he can’t remember any of it the next day so I hope he wasn’t gathering intel. All he knows is that his head hurts, and whatever he ingested last night did terrible things to his liver.

Heavy

Unamused, unenthused, and very tired. Heavy just stands like an irritated brick wall looming over the partiers until he’s allowed to leave. He has zero appreciation for a party like this, and he mostly watches the ravers with quiet distaste for as long as he needs to be present. He will raise his voice if he needs people to move, and move they will because he can be terrifying. He has a terrible time, and can’t wait to go home and read.

Engie

Probably made his own noise-canceling headphones to bring. As long has he has some kind of ear protection, he won’t be completely miserable, but he still doesn’t exactly love it. He’s kinda short, so he hates crowds and ends up getting pushed around a bit. Don’t get me wrong, Engie knows how to party, this is just out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t really get the music that’s playing, but he thinks the lights are okay. Would way rather it was a tailgate shindig instead though.

Medic

Crams earplugs in as far as they’ll go and is ready to go. Probably straight up wears his doctor uniform to the race. He’s definitely not used to this many people in one place, but he has faced more chaos than this and honestly he can work with it. Medic can hold his own if he starts getting pushed around, and he feeds off other peoples excitement so easily he finds himself having a good time. He loves the adrenaline of being in a crazy crowd like this, but keep an eye on him because he might get a little too carried away and try to steal an organ from someone in the confusion.

Sniper

Someone needs to rescue this man, he’s like a mouse in a elevator with twenty-five jungle cats. Sniper is trying to physically shrink in on himself so he can just disappear. He secretly suspects that everyone here is also undercover, because that’s the only possible reason he can think of for someone to willfully subject themselves to this. He tries to stay in the back, but he’s so tall that he feels like he’s in the way no matter what. That’s the opposite of where he what’s to be. It’s all too loud, too bright, too crowded. He would like to leave as soon as possible please and thank you.

Spy

He definitely looks done on events like this and has no desire to be there, but he takes his job very seriously and won’t let his personal preferences get in the way. So, he simply views the scene as he would like a battlefield, navigating the chaos the same way he would in a fight. To him, a job is a job and he has been in far stickier situations. He does his best to fit in and still keep his dignity, trying to stay out of the way. But, if he is put on the spot (like if refusing to do so would put the mission at risk), he will… dance. Anyone on the team who witnesses it will never ever let him live it down.

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Apex Predator (I)

Summary: Ajak tells Ikaris it is in Arishem’s plans to make their team more than just a group or a family, but a pack. As their Alpha, it is their place to guide his Omegas. Aka: Alpha Ikaris fucks every woman in the group (except for Sprite). Warnings: Prey play. Semi-public sex. Smut. Dirty talking. Alpha/Omega. Rough sex. WC: 1.5k words Pairing: Ikaris x Sersi

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Ikaris measured his movements, floating above the ground to keep himself from making any noise.

Sersi was in a playful mood today. One minute, they were kissing on the side of the mountain and the next she used her powers to slide away and fuse Ikaris’ feet into the rock.

He easily freed himself, but now he had a giggly Omega to look for

It was a strangely entertaining foreplay, chasing his Omega when she wanted to play.

But it was adorable.

She was always adorable.

He stopped when he heard some pebbles, and backed away a little.

"Sersi!” he called around, trying to appease her. “If you come out now, I won't punish you too bad."

It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know.

His eyes caught a gush of black hair, and he raced towards it, running on his feet a nearly slamming against a rock when it formed right in front of him.

"Sersi!" he growled, easily going over it.

"It wouldn't be fun if I made it easy," she teased him in giggles, still a good distance away.

He tried to act mad, but hearing her laugh just made him smile.

Still, he made a flight dash towards her, but his lover was smart - and a little dumb too - jumping off the mountainside to escape his grasp

Ikaris gasped, and quickly manoeuvred his direction down to catch her before she met the ground, grabbing Sersi mid-air, and she giggled as she grabbed his shoulders.

“Are you insane, woman?” he squeezed her close to him. “You could have hurt yourself!”

He landed at a safer place, and she put her feet on the ground, smiling at him.

"I knew you would catch me, love,"

Ikaris sighed. That woman would be the death of him.

"Now that you’ve caught me, almighty eternal, what will you do with me?" she purred, moving her fingers over the details of his armour.

He was still in it, looking like what his Omega called ‘mighty eternal’, but Sersi had adhered to the fashions of these lands, looking beautiful in her flowy green dress, with nothing underneath.

Ikaris leant against the rock, looking at her from head to toe.

“First I have to punish you for running,” he remarked, licking his lips.

She slithered in his direction, slowly and teasingly.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

Ikaris grabbed her and turned her around, bending Sersi forward, flipping her dress up and exposing her round ass.

It was her favourite punishment, his hand smacking her pretty butt. It always made her wonderfully wet and needy.

When he descended his hand on her ass, slapping her meaty skin, she gasped loudly and moaned right after.

“Hold steady,” he instructed, adjusting her hips when she tried to run from his smacks. “We don’t want you to fall again.”

“You shouldn’t smack so hard, then,” she pouted, throwing him a cheeky look over her shoulder.

Ikaris rolled his eyes, sending two harsh smacks in succession against her ass, and she yelped.

“Stop running from it, naughty omega,” he growled, holding her hips in place with his free hand.

She pouted.

“Oh, I am?” she cooed. “What should you do about it, Alpha?”

Sersi was always so curious about humans and their cultures, including their gender-specific roles. Ikaris didn’t really care, it meant no difference to him, especially considering the Eternals were all cut from the same cloth anyway. Alphas, Omegas, Betas… it only made any difference for humans.

But Sersi was fascinated, and as they experimented more with their dynamic, it turned out Ikaris liked controlling and Sersi loved being controlled.

A prime Alpha and Omega pair, some may say.

He pulled her up against his chest, and wrapped his hand around her neck, keeping her in place as he put his lips against her ear.

“I’ll be forced to fuck that attitude out of you,” he promised.

Oh, how she would love that.

She moaned loudly at that promise and Ikaris changed her posture, turning her to the side, and ripped her dress, still holding her by the neck as he continued to spank her, lips glued to her ear as he finally managed to keep her in place.

“I know you’d love that, for me to fuck you until you can’t stand,” he slapped her more, the sound of his skin against hers echoing through the empty air. “Walking around dazed after my knot spread you out good, dripping with my cum.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “A god’s seed inside of me.”

Ikaris hummed along. Sersi was very aware of how human women looked at him, wanting such a strong Alpha to fill them and even wanting him to do it - to fuck them, fill them with his seed.

Too bad he already belonged to another.

“Do you deserve it, though, little omega?” he bit her earlobe. “My giant cock stuffed inside your little pussy?”

He slapped her one last time and took his hand to her cunt, touching her drenched folds.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Ikaris. Alpha, please-”

What if he…

“Please,” she whined again. “Al-”

Halfway through her word, he smacked her cunt with a big hand, and Sersi yelped.

“Ikaris!”

He stopped, frozen, fearing he might have hurt her, but Sersi just moaned and pressed her hips further out in display, trying to rub herself on his hand, and he smacked her again, feeling her wetness covering his hand a little.

“Like this?” he hissed into her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, again. More.”

He slapped her cunt more and more, getting his fingers covered in her slick.

Ikaris wanted to keep smacking her cunt, maybe even see her cum, but his desires were too great, so he undid part of his suit, letting his hard cock and balls out.

He could’ve easily removed his suit, but he liked to keep it partially on. It made him feel more like a powerful eternal, like… an Alpha, maybe.

He turned her around, and she raised her ass to rub against him, and Ikaris lifted her up, holding her body up with a hand around her waist while keeping a firm grasp around her neck.

“Feel how ready my cock is for you, omega?” he asked, rubbing himself against her slit.

He was so big compared to her.

Ikaris remembered being afraid on their first time together, thinking he was going to split her in her half, but it was like Arishem had made her just for him.

She tried to move, to catch his cock, but Ikaris squeezed her neck in a warning.

“You’ll get it once I decide,” he warned her. “Or maybe I’ll just cum on your body and leave you here. If you don’t behave, I might.”

She whined, but stopped.

Still, she spread her legs, and he rubbed his cock against her wet cunt, taking some of her slick before finally sliding inside her, and she gasped.

“Ikaris,” she whined.

She was so wet, so damn welcoming.

“So tight, Omega,” he hissed into her ear. “So open for my cock.”

Ikaris slowly sunk into her, and both sighed when he finally filled her up.

A perfect union, as always.

“Please,” she whined, cunt squeezing his cock tightly.

He quickly moved to thrust into her as she dug her nails into his arms, moaning and crying softly.

"I want your knot," she moaned.

Oh, and why would he deny her that?

"You do, uh?" he felt his knot starting to swell. "Want me to fill you up with my seed and make sure nothing gets out? So your body has no choice but to let me breed you."

Sersi cried out, cunt fluttering around his cock as she came, just from having him inside her.

He growled at the tight squeeze, and turned her face with the hand he had on her neck, kissing her deeply, and she moved her hand back to caress his hair, moaning into his lips.

He could feel himself getting close, with his knot already struggling to move out of her cunt.

"I love you, Sersi," he panted into her lips.

"I love you too, Ikaris," she moaned.

He moaned as he locked himself inside her, spilling his seed as he held her tight.

They held each other closely, and she took his hand to kiss, gentle and affectionate as he held her close.

"I wish it was possible," Sersi whispered.

Ikaris sighed and kissed her cheek, and felt her tears touching his skin right over his skin and he did.

"We only need each other," he reminded her. "We only need each other. It's Arishem's will."

She didn't say anything, but he could feel her sadness, and the two stood together until his knot deflated, and the two started to redress and head back home.

He was just helping her look presentable when he let his gaze fall around the place, and Ikaris froze when his eyes connected with Ajak's. She was standing on the bottom of the cliff, watching them.

How long had she been there? Had she seen everything?

"I don't think there is any chance of saving this dress, Ikaris," Sersi giggled, getting his eyes back on her. "I'll just put on my suit."

He tried to smile at her, and looked back at Ajak, but she was already gone.

"Something wrong, love?" Sersi asked.

Ikaris let his eyes linger for a moment, but cleared his throat and stood straighter.

"No," he lied, at last. "It's nothing."

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nostalgicatsea · 2 years

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I wrote this yesterday but didn’t have time to finish it. Hopefully I’ll get to return to it soon to do so. This is for @lightsonparkave round 36, inspired by these three prompts: x, x, x.

Tony is an homme fatale—literally. He wants love, but every person who falls for him meets death. He learns to keep people at a distance so they can be safe. And then comes Steve, who slips out from under Tony’s grasp to get close to him and is seemingly immune. (He is.)

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Tony had forgotten what the last week of August in the city could be like. All summer long, the city bloated, the streets cracking with heat, swollen with throngs of people, and then blessedly, everyone would drain out for the last long weekend, fleeing for the beaches and mountains, one last trip before they had to turn serious again.

The city could breathe, but in the aftermath of everyone’s departure, its exhalation was more deflation than relief. The air sat dead and dry. No one wanted to move. Sick of the unchanging landscape and the lack of escape from the punishing sun that beat down on him, Tony impulsively slipped into the darkness of a club he hadn’t been to yet for signs of life.

The stares followed him like they always did, and hands brushed him like they always did. Bodies swayed against and with him, and there was a broad line of heat down his back, repulsive and magnetic, as someone singled him out from the rest. Sweat glued them together and Tony wanted the man off of him, but it had been a long time since he let anyone touch him. It made him happy, the way that this man didn’t know a single thing about him and that made him touch Tony so freely.

Tony shut his eyes. The flashing lights throbbed from behind his eyelids. He allowed the hands to roam and pretended that the stranger mouthed “love” instead of “fuck” against the shell of his ear, the side of his damp neck.

There was safety in lust, for the man. As long as that heat in his lidded gaze didn’t sweeten, it would be okay, but Tony knew it was only a matter of time. He was a pyromaniac gifted with an encyclopedic knowledge of fires—the different kinds, the ways to stoke them, and the perfect time to quell them so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He knew how to play with temperature. Experience taught him the right degree that signaled danger, and it was safer to stay away from all this, but he had tried that once and nearly broke. And that had lead to mistakes, each one bigger than the last.

A hand going limp in his. Dark tendrils of hair wetting the pillow. An expensive red dress fanning out across dark pavement like a shimmering pool of blood in the night. Bodies collapsed all around him.

Bodies everywhere, at his feet.

Buenos Aires. Hong Kong. Cairo. Berlin. New York.

This was the closest he could get to what he wanted.

He opened his eyes again, searching for something to pull him back into the present, and found a man staring evenly back at him, tall, blond, and muscular—the type to be popular in a club like this yet he was dancing with no one and no one approached him.

There, Tony thought.

He had been waiting for something and that was it. That was who he was here for.

#stevetony #steve/tony #superhusbands #stony #lightsonparkave #my words #okay the spoiler alert is that it's steve's serum #that makes him immune

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swampythesweetsketch · 2 years

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@fishybehavior this is for you because if I have to suffer with the Squire Libby AU, SO DO YOU

WARNING! CLEAR MENTION OF CHILD ABANDONMENT!

The Answer He Didn't Need

Wu passed. After so many years of teaching them, training, guiding their lives to be the heroes of Ninjago.

A thousand year old soul departed. And with it, a box of letters signed to every one of them.

They didn't know if to read them together or if they could do it alone. The pain of losing their sensei still stung when they held their envelopes.

The first to open theirs was Nya. She said it was like she knew whatever Wu left behind was meant to be shared. And like she said, it was. Little notes warning not to indulge in the late mentor's writing in solitude. On top of the real letters, pages full of carefully written words by glass pen.

Tears were wept, embraces were shared. They got through Zane's letter when it was dinner time. Not many words were shared over the meal, but a promise was made to get through the rest of the letters tomorrow.

But that night... Jay itched.

He couldn't sleep. Every time he turned he was met with the letter. Gripped tight in hand and slightly wrinkled by his sweating palms. Jay knew he couldn't wait. Maybe the letter would be safer in the living space or with someone else. But he tried to move the sealed envelope from his tightened hand.

No slip.

...

Tick tick tick.... Jay counted every minute. Every hour. 4, 5, 6, 7-

From what Nya, Cole, and Zane read in their letters- everything was revealed to them. No stone that the old Spinjitzu master had stood firm on was left unturned with his passing.

How he admitted fault. Never telling Nya about her element until useful. How cruel it was to intentionally keep her apart from the group and going further to rip her only built identity to accept some bullshit destiny he tried to form.

He admitted inaction. Of how he kept his distance from Cole even when he could've stepped in as Lou bowed out. How his mother had cried over her former friend abandoning her child and now forced to follow the same fate.

Then remorse. He did try to find Zane. He tried and swept the whole of Birchwood Forest until he was certain Zane had vacated his father's old tree cabin. But he halted, putting faith into the thought that Zane would make himself known sooner or later.

And now, Jay was wondering what Wu would admit in his letter.

It was early. 3 am? 3:12 am. The blinking alarm clock on Jay's bedside read in dull green LED.

His eyes burned into the letter and simply, with a light tug of scissors pulled from his work desk.

Riiiiippppppp.

The contents of the envelope was open.

Its dated inked pages were the same as the others, covered by a simple note.

Please, do not read this without the others. You do not need to carry this burden alone.

Funny. Was he telling Jay that he had problems? Or did Wu have issues that were now Jay's?

Jay pushed on.

He carefully pulled the warning out, setting it on his wrinkled sheets. His blanket long removed and shoved to the foot of the bed.

Pages were pulled out and made that distinct crunch that everyone else's letters made.

It was when the pages started spreading on their own, Jay's stomach tightened. Was he really going to cry to himself at 3 in the morning by his Sensei's dying words?

Jay

He swallowed, but the tight knot in his stomach stayed.

Master of Lightning, heart of gold, but mischievous. Brilliant. Inventive. Stubborn.

I have met very few like you in my thousand years of experience. Even as I think back, the one closest is an old friend I had made when I once touched the ground between Ninjago and the Cloud Kingdom...

Wu was kind. Kinder than the other letters.

Jay sighed, reading onwards.

He was odd spoken, but I knew he loved the world below. Even as the Serpentine War was waging. He had no fighting skills, but his stubbornness to protect was too much to ignore.

You know how your parents met, correct? Ed was that boy I met. The one that I met below the Cloud Kingdom. He joined the Nurses Guild when the war was at its lowest. And in those months of fighting, he wrote to me about the most rambunctious woman, sent in after an attack from the Serpentine. Said he was going to marry her.

Jay pulled a tightly folded paper from the backside of the top page and unfolded it.

It was much older than the parting letter. Jay hissed as the edges slightly dissolved in his hand, but very careful, he laid the paper on his mattress and pulled it open.

The words were dated, barely legible in some spots but thankfully it was one letter against full words.

Wu, WU!

You will not believe my luck. I was assigned a fighter from the farm side.

She got sprayed by some Venomari spit and she kicked. my. ass. I'm in love. She nearly beat me black and blue, and her accent was so thick but so melodic.

When the spit did wear off, she apologized up and down but I didn't care. Wu, was this how you felt when you fell in love? The pressure in your chest that wants to explode when she smiles at you? Or when your hands touch and all you need is her to say sweet nothing in your ear?

She's going to stay back as a guard for the Guild until her battalion goes back to the Alliance's rendezvous, but I want to ask her to stay so badly.

It's been two months now but can't imagine a life without her anymore, all I can dream about it a bright sky with heavy heat and her hands cold against my face. Her glasses getting cracked and me fixing them for the millionth time. A nice cozy home with the sunset visible from our door.

I love her, Wu. I love her so much. But I don't know how to tell her.

Jay laughed. Holy shit.

He knew his parents met when his mom got in a scuffle. But with a Serpentine? Was she nuts!?

He read the next page.

Those two were inseparable. Their happiness far outweighed the pain I felt as Misako chose my brother over me. And if seeing those two be wed once more to become my young, foolish self again; I would do it in a heartbeat.

Photos. A happy couple in early polaroid, simple wedding dress and hand-me-down tux. And a third party hugging his old man on the right.

But that happiness was between them and them only. I wondered when children would start running around their home and we were saddened by the news of Edna's infertility.

And this is where I made the best choice. For you.

Jay's brows scrunched.

Choice? What did Wu do?

I must say, with the good things in life. There must be bad things to balance it.

And that shadow that I have omitted from you all your life, I must now shed light on it. But I implore you Jay. I never want you to feel unwanted. Not after this.

The knot in his stomach tightened.

While your parents. You REAL PARENTS wanted children, but never had the chance to; Your biological parents were supposedly on the other end. Especially your mother.

Lydia was the previous Master of Lightning, and your bio mother. She was young, in love with Cliff Gordon. Or that ridiculous movie actor you idolize, called Fritz Donnegan.

Jay pulled the page closer to his face.

Wu knew. Wu knew all this time. It was just like Ray and Maya.

The two wed shortly after the Serpentine War, much like Ed and Edna. But I did not attend. But Cole's mother did.

She said that night, Lydia looked like she was the only light in the room.

Jay smiled. Only one photo was supplied.

Lydia was beaming as the camera was pointed at her. But Cliff was distracted. He still looked, but it was like he looked past the camera.

But three years passed and I was met with a call in the late hours. Lydia told me she needed help. I met with her.

And you.

Now Jay wasn't one for hitting himself over mistakes. Not unless they were big ones. But the rest of the page, and the knot in his stomach made him wish he took a punch, see if the knot would unravel.

When I saw her, she looked awful. Three years ago she was the liveliest person I knew next to Ed. But three years is time still spent apart from the alliance. And as we left the City behind us, she was quiet.

My talk with her was one-sided, and even when I offered to hold you- Lydia didn't acknowledge me. It was as if I was seeing a stranger holding a stone instead of a child. You were well exhausted, crying and wriggling in her arms but she only fixed her fold so few times.

I thought she was listening to me when I offered my home to her, the monastery was still empty with Garmadon traveling with Misako. And I had believed she has taken my offer.

But then we reached the Sea of Sand.

The last page.

Jay had it right in his reach. He can hold it up now and find out why he was never left with his father. Why he was a Walker and not a Gordon.

He slid the last page upwards.

She left you to die.

His knot climbed through his chest. It was everywhere.

And he was his own prisoner, his mental bars holding Jay between him and the truth was being torn down.

But that line made his want to rebuild them. And add a wall. Then another, then leave, and never step foot in the letter's presence ever again.

He put the letter down. And stared at the final page. His head tilted back to keep the tears from staining the paper.

But from the next lines, it seems tears were already spilt and long dried.

I was shocked. She finally spoke after hours of walking.

She was indebted, Cliff was a monster, and she had become one as well. I witnessed Lydia's final moments as you-

as your guardian and left you on a pile of rocks. She walked back by herself. She told me to leave you. She told me not to look at you. She told me not to hear you.

I, admittedly almost listened to her. It was many hours I stood in the middle of the dessert, watching you in your wrap cry for a woman that no longer wanted anything in her previous life. She had no shame in what she committed, and I wish I had beaten that shame back into her.

In my thousands of lifetimes, I have known child abandonment to be a regular part of life. Some children given away, some were taken away. You were left alone. I was told early on in my childhood it was normal. That I should feel blessed to have a father that kept me.

But that night Lydia left, it hit me what had transpired. How wrong the world was. She had no right to discard you.

Jay took a deep breath and blinked, clearing his face of tears and snot that clogged his nose.

I wanted to take you in, but I had failed with one child before. How was I not to fail another?

That morning I made my choice. I took you off your deathbed and carried you back to the main road. I didn't stop until I saw Ed and Edna.

Seeing you in their arms was like seeing the world being restored. And I do not regret for a moment not taking you in. You deserved a loving family, and Ed and Edna was that family.

And of Lydia...

The last I had heard of her was when I last visited Lilly. Cole's mother. She told me that she was listening to my words while we traveled from Ninjago City. And in haste, followed Lilly up to Shintaro where Lilly slayed the Greif Bringer. But she did not come back down.

Your mother had admitted everything to Lilly, and their friendship was torn.

Irony, I thought. The very thing to destroy their friendship resulted in you and Cole being closer than ever. In one loss, another had gained from it.

Jay didn't know what he felt.

His mother... was in Shintaro.

This whole time she was in the mountain kingdom, and he went up there. His presence was known all over the place and-

she never showed her face.

Sure, he and the others got sucked into a matter of two innocent groups being enslaved by the king but-

what the fuck. What the absolute fuck.

You thrived. You lived. And that is a joy I could have never nurtured. I never could've taught you how to make your inventions like you father did. I never had the skills to feed you like a prince like your mother.

You think an old fart like myself cooked often? I lived off my tea, you've seen it.

Jay laughed, broken by his crying. But yeah, Wu was never seen without a teapot nearby.

I've seen you grow Jay. You were a wonderful child. And as I trained you, you became a wonderful man. Everything up to now has been thanks to the love of you real parents. Not a actor. Not a coward.

Your real family.

They have been there for you since the very start, and as I feel the years pull on my heart, I see you have nurtured that very love and built your own, new family. And I am proud to have been a part of it.

You're a kind man, Jay Walker. Keep thriving, and look to the bright future you have built.

#ninjago #Squire Libby AU #angst #fic #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #this made me cry and now you have to as well #Jay Walker #jay ninjago #Sensei Wu #wu ninjago

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