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sourcherryandsprinkles · 7 months

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can you do a part two to the imagine about conrad bringing his new gf to belly and jeremiah’s wedding??? i’m so curious to see what happens next lol

Request: Can we see more of conrad and his Stanford tutor girlfriend at cousins? Like him showing her around and they run into Nicole and everything. He's just so in love he doesn't notice anything or anyone but her. Maybe we see a family dinner

I had no intentions to, but after the crazy amount of demands for a part 2, I caved in…and here it is

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Conrad didn’t want to deal with everyone’s questions about you right when you got to Cousins, so you snuck out by the beach after dropping your bags in his room. He felt like he was fourteen again, sneaking out to catch the early waves.

Neither of you had swim clothes on, so you just walked along the sandy shoreline while Conrad shared all sorts of little stories about Cousins.

‘’This is where you learned to surf?’’ you asked, gesturing toward the water.

Conrad hummed, his hand holding yours. ‘’And where I got stung by a jellyfish.’’

‘’A jellyfish?’’ you echoed, a touch of concern in your voice. That sounded pretty serious.

‘’Yeah. Steven kept telling Jeremiah that he had to pee on my leg so I wouldn’t need amputation and I did not want that,’’ he recounted with the same disgust as that day. ‘’Never do that, by the way. It can do more harm.’’

You nodded, though you doubted you would ever need that piece of information.

You walked and talked some more, until a playful glint of mischief flashed in Conrad’s eye and he turned to you, lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to the water. A squeak left your lips, caught off guard, and then you instinctively clung to his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he threatened to drop you in the water fully clothed.

‘’If you drop me, I swear I'll—’’

Conrad cut you off with a mischievous grin, his laughter mixing with the soothing sounds of the ocean. ‘’You’ll what?’’ His voice was filled with playful challenge, and he took a few steps deeper into the water.

When you came back to the summer house, Laurel whisked you away and Conrad went looking for Jeremiah. Unfortunately, someone found him first.

‘’I don’t want her here.’’ Belly's voice hissed, her eyes glaring at the one she used to call her’s. ‘’This is my wedding, I get to decide who attends.’’

Conrad knew this wouldn't be easy for her — seeing him with another girl —, but he didn't expect Belly to behave like a child. She made a choice two years ago, she made a choice weeks ago when she decided to marry Jeremiah.

‘’If you want her to leave, I’m leaving too,’’ he replied firmly but calmly. ‘’Good luck explaining to Jeremiah why his brother and best man is not at his wedding.’’

Belly sighed, accepting the lost battle. ‘’Fine. She can stay…’’ It didn’t enchant her, but there was no way she was risking Conrad leaving. Jeremiah was so happy when he got his RSVP response. ‘’Did you bring her here just to spite me?’’ she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.

Conrad couldn't believe her accusation. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. ‘’Are you being serious right now? You're getting married, and you still think I came here to get you back? It’s been two years. I moved on, Belly.’’

She met Conrad's gaze with a mixture of frustration and defiance. ‘’I did too. I’m getting married.’’ Belly smiled, the ring on her finger suddenly feeling heavy.

‘’Then why are you so bothered that I’m dating someone else?’’

Belly opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

‘’How can you do this to Jeremiah?!’’

Conrad was exasperated. Him and Jeremiah had tough moments, but he was his little brother and he promised their mom to take care of him. And that included making sure he’s not marrying someone who doesn’t love him the way he deserves.

‘’He's inside, helping Taylor with the center-tables while his fiancé is having a jealousy fit over her ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend. You can’t have everything, Belly. You picked Jeremiah, you made that choice—’’

‘’And you left!’’

‘’Because you picked Jeremiah!’’ Conrad spit back, plunging back into old feelings. ‘’There was nothing left for me here.’’

‘’You didn’t show up on the 4th of July. Everyone was there, but you weren’t. How can you miss Susannah’s favorite holiday?’’

‘’How can you announce your engagement on her special day?’’

‘’It was Jeremiah’s idea—’’

‘’I don’t care! I don’t care whose idea it was,'' Conrad cut. ''Just like I don’t care that you’re jealous I came here with Y/N. You always said you don’t like the attention, but it’s bullshit. You crave attention, but you’re no longer my center of attention and that’s something you have to accept.’’

An undeniable tension hung in the air during dinner. Everyone was sitting outside, discussing around a light meal Laurel had prepared — with your offered help. The conversation was mainly around the soon-to-be-weds, but eventually circled back to you and Conrad.

‘’So, Connie, how long have you been hiding her from us?’’ Laurel asked, a light teasing tone in her voice.

The attention shifted to you and Conrad, who immediately felt uncomfortable. Unlike some people around the table, he didn’t like being the center of attention. ‘’I haven’t been hiding her,’’ he defended, shaking his head, trying to downplay the situation.

‘’Then why did you miss the last Christmas?’’ Steven questioned, giving Conrad a knowing smile.

Conrad glared at him, cursing his big mouth. ‘’Med school is hard, Steven. And Y/N is tutoring outside her classes, so she can’t just leave whenever she decides.’’

‘’What about the skiing pictures I saw? I doubt there’s skiing resorts in Palo Alto.’’

‘’It was a last minute thing,’’ you explained, helping Conrad against Steven. ‘’My parents rented a cabin and invited us for a few days. We would have loved to come to Boston for Christmas if we had time.’’

It wasn’t the full truth, but Conrad was grateful for your quick lie. You did go on a ski trip with your parents during winter break, but Conrad had no intention of coming to Boston for the holidays. He didn’t want to spend Christmas at home without his mom.

‘’Well, I'm glad you both could make it for the wedding,’’ Jeremiah said, smiling warmly at you and Conrad, his gaze lingering on his older brother for a moment. ‘’It means a lot to me — to us. Right Bells?’’ He glanced at his fiancé, who was visibly unhappy about your presence.

She had made no effort to engage conversation with you — nor Conrad — during the whole dinner. Even her friend Taylor had been whispering in your back with Belly. It was such an unclassy teenager behavior. You personally didn’t care.You weren’t there to make friends, you were Conrad’s guest.

Belly forced a smile, stabbing at her food with her fork. ‘’Yeah.’’

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 8 months

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close to home | chapter sixty three

plot: the reader and Daryl reconnect in a treehouse

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,499 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, alcohol use, tipsy sex (the best kind tbh) no plot just smut so ya'll are welcome A/N: thank you for reading!!

By nightfall, a fire was going, Daryl returned from a quick and successful hunt, and you unpacked all your supplies. He’d grabbed mattress pads and blankets, pillows, food, water, candles, and a bottle of wine. Jerry must’ve snuck in one of his cobblers because a small one was sitting in one of the bags. There were also tarps that you didn’t know what for--until Daryl got back and nailed them to cover the windows.

It was dark in the treehouse except for the fire and a few candles. You had already eaten what Daryl brought back--rabbit--and were eating the cobbler straight out of the container with the open bottle of wine.

“I gotta have Jerry tell me how he makes these.” You mumbled through your food. “I could eat one every day of my life.

Daryl smiled at you but didn’t say anything. He’d been quiet since he came back from hunting--which was only about thirty minutes anyway. He was happy, you could tell, and you knew he was at peace, which is why he was quiet.

You grabbed the wine bottle by its neck and took a few sips. “Where did you get this?”

“Stole it from Ezekiel.”

You chuckled and took another sip, feeling it bubble in your chest. “He’s gonna kill you.”

He grabbed the bottle from you and drank from it. “He ain’ ever gonna know.”

You smiled at Daryl and lifted the fork up to his mouth. He rolled his eyes but ate off it anyway.

“Tell me about you from before,” Daryl said, turning around to lay back with his head in your lap.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

You smiled and sat your hand on his upper chest as you thought about his request. You weren’t even sure where to begin, honestly. You decided to first start with your family: your two sisters and mother and father. You told him about growing up on a farm, all the crap that came with it, and all the trouble you got up to.

You told him funny stories about you in high school and the friends you had. About all the silly fights you got into with your sisters and even your cousins. About when you ran away from home, but your mom caught you right before you skipped town.

“College was nice. I made a lot of friends and had so much fun,” You said, putting the wine bottle down. You were definitely buzzed, and you knew Daryl was too from how he laughed freely along with you.

You reached down and unbuttoned his shirt's first couple of buttons to gently run your fingers against his chest. “When I got accepted into medical school, me and my sisters got so drunk at the bar that the sheriff had to give us a ride home.”

“I woulda loved ya back then if we ever met,” Daryl said, looking up at you.

“You wouldn’t have even looked twice. I was a farm-raised nobody.”

He shook his head. “I woulda loved ya. Woulda saw you on the street and been a goner.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re crazy, that’s what you are.” You rubbed your hand against his upper chest; his skin was smooth other than old scars. With your other hand you grabbed the bottle and took a long sip. It was almost done.

“Tell me about you from before.”

“Ya don’ wanna know about that. Probably would walk right on outta here.”

“I wouldn’t,” You cupped his cheeks and stared down at him. “It’s too cold outside for me to leave. I’d have to at least stay here until the sun was up.”

Daryl swatted your hands away and then begrudgingly told you about him. You already knew more than just the basics, such as how his mother and father died--and you knew how Merle died already. So he told you about his years in high school and how he was always either ditching or suspended for ditching. Which didn’t surprise you.

He’d had a few friends that Merle didn’t fuck up for him, but after they graduated, they went off to college, and he stayed home.

“I was a piece shit, honestly, didn’ do nothin’ good for myself.” Daryl told you.

“That’s not true,” You said, although you partially agreed with him. Not about the piece of shit part, but the old Daryl didn’t seem to make the best decisions and resembled nothing of the man you’d married. “Besides, you’re one of the strongest, bravest, smartest, and sexiest men I know.”

“One of ‘em? Who are the others?”

You laughed at his joke. “You know what I mean, old man.”

“It’s been a while since ya called me that. Didn’ realize till now just how much I missed it.” Daryl sat up and spun around. He grabbed you by the legs and pulled you closer, and you set your legs on his upper thighs, and his were outstretched behind you.

You set your hands on either of his cheeks as your head swooned a little bit. You and him were definitely wine tipsy; enough to take the edges and awkwardness off. But you felt safe up in the treehouse, and you felt protected. You played with the scruff on his chin as he stared at you.

“Do ya believe me?”

You nodded and pressed your forehead against his lips, getting a few soft kisses. You set your hands on his chest and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way so you could see his skin. You kissed his collarbone and wrapped your arms around his lower waist. His muscles were taunted under your fingertips, and you could feel him tensing each time you kissed him.

Daryl mumbled your name, and his body relaxed against your touch. You scooted closer and moved your lips up his neck. You pushed his shirt off and ran your hands down his biceps; he was so muscular, so strong, even when relaxed. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingernails along the lengths of his arm, which left goosebumps in their wake.

You moved your hand down his abdomen and to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper for a second while running your tongue up the length of his neck.

“Jesus Christ,” Daryl grunted.

You smiled against his skin before pushing your hand between his jeans and briefs and palming his growing erection. You sucked gently on one of the spots on his neck you knew he loved, and you felt him grow even harder.

One of Daryl’s hands reached up to pull out your braid, and your hair fell over your shoulders, tickling his skin, and he fisted his hand through your hair at the base of your head. You moaned as you sucked on his skin, dipping your hand into his briefs and running it along his velvety smooth skin.

“You’re so hard, honey, is everything okay?” You whispered in his ear.

His chest was moving up and down rapidly as he nodded. You squeezed him before wiping your thumb across his leaking precum tip.

“So fuckin’ sexy.”

“Tell me what you want, old man.” You leaned back to look at his beautiful eyes. “Tell me how you want me.”

“On your knees.”

Not even a minute later, you were naked with your legs spread out, ass in the air, and Daryl was thrusting into you hard from behind. The position had him reaching parts inside of you you didn’t think were possible, and you struggled not to cry from how good it felt.

Daryl’s hands held your hips tight as he slammed into you repeatedly.

Then one of those hands wrapped around your hair, and he pulled you upwards. The pain from it was nothing compared to how good it felt being dominated like that, and you moaned loudly and closed your eyes. One hand wrapped around your middle, with a hand palming your breast, while the other gripped your hip.

“Ya like that?” His breath was hot in your ear, sending chills down your body. “Ya gotta use ya words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, yes,” You were desperate. His hoarse voice in your ear and his grunts and moans were too much for you. “Daryl, I’m going to-.” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you were coming. You clenched around him as you moaned and pleaded his name louder than ever.

“Such a good girl,” Daryl said. His thrusts were like torture through your orgasm, and you could hear how wet you were.

“Daryl,” You moaned. You couldn’t believe this side of him; it had to have been the alcohol. He was never this talkative.

“Ya want more, baby girl? Tell me what ya want.”

You couldn’t even think straight, and then when you felt his lips clamp down around your neck, your eyes rolled back, and you were speechless. But you thanked God Daryl wasn’t.

“Ya so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“I missed this little pussy so bad, gorgeous.”

“Fuck, (Y/N)...”

“Suck on these for me, will ya, darlin’?”

Without even hesitating, you opened your mouth and sucked harshly on his fingers before they were ripped away from you, and within seconds you felt them rub against your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Daryl…” You nearly yelled and leaned your head back against your shoulder.

“Ya know how good ya taste, baby girl?” He asked before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. You turned to watch him; his cheeks hollowed as he sucked you off his fingers. Then he returned them to your clit for a few seconds before showing them in your mouth.

You moaned against his fingers, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. His fingers were only on you for a few seconds before you nearly started yelling when you came again.

“That’s right, baby girl,” He grunted, thrusting through your orgasm. “Tell me how much you like it?”

“Oh God, Daryl, so much.” You moaned loudly. “I need more of you.”

Your back hit the mattress pad, and he was slamming into you before you could blink. Your legs were jelly, and you couldn’t bring them up to wrap around his waist, so they went slack as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t fathom how much stamina he had tonight, nor all his dirty talk.

“Daryl…” You whined as he repeatedly hit the same spot again and again, winding you up all over again.

“I know, baby girl, I know.” His voice was so deep and hoarse in your ear, and you ran your fingernails along his back, making him groan. “‘M gonna fuckin’ cum inside of ya, fill ya up so good. Make ya mine.”

“I already am,” You whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, and you could feel yourself starting to get sore. Tears leaked from your eyes at how good it felt, and he paused for a second and looked at you, wiping them away.

“Feel good?” He asked you under his breath.

You nodded. “Keep going, hard.”

Daryl fucked you like he did the night that he asked you to marry him; hard, with his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth everywhere he could touch. You were sure you left scratches bleeding down his back as you came one more time before he did, filling you so much so you could feel it leaking out before he even finished.

You winced when he pulled out of you before letting your sweaty body relax into the mattress bad.

“Fuck,” Daryl muttered. “Darlin’, ya bleedin’.”

“Hmm?”

“I made ya bleed, I- I am so sorry.”

You sat up partially and saw little blood on him. “It’s okay. It’s been a really long time since I had it like that. I’m just sore, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Are ya sure?”

You nodded, “Just get something to clean me off.”

He chuckled, gave you a yes, ma’am, and was gone for a second before he was back, taking care of you like he always did. Then he brought you into his arms, and you sighed with content against his chest.

“We should drink like that more often. You were…”

“Don’ remind me.”

You smiled and looked up at him. “I loved it. Why haven’t you said anything like that before?”

“Just kept it up in my head, I guess.”

You snuggled closer to him under the warm blanket. “Well, I except to be called baby girl much more often, old man.”

“Ain’ an old man.”

***

The following day, you woke up to an erection digging into your back so hard you were sure it left it bruise, and you woke Daryl to give his body what it clearly wanted. The two of you made slow, tender love to each other for nearly an hour before your stomach grumbled too hard, and Daryl went to fetch you something to eat from the supplies you brought.

After eating, you got dressed and went outside. The sun was shining again, and about a foot of beautiful, crystal snow had partially frozen over. Your boots crunched over it as you and Daryl worked to clear the platform and the parts of the roof you could reach.

“I wanna walk around. I need to stretch my legs.” You told him as you grabbed your weapons. Your machete went to its usual home, but you left the bow behind.

Daryl followed you down the rope ladder, and you both took a few seconds to look around the area before walking. Flurries were floating around from the branches above you and the wind, so when you looked at Daryl, his hair was coated in them. You knew yours must match.

“You wanna know what I love most about you, Dixon.” You asked him.

“What, Dixon?”

You smiled, your heart fluttering. “That you’re not what I expected you to be. When we first met.”

“What did you expect?”

You shrugged. “Some macho, manly man who didn’t have a care about anything in the world.”

“Ya sayin’ I ain’ manly?”

Laughing loudly, you looped your arm around his. “I’m not saying you aren’t. I’m just saying that you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. Both before and after. And I just really admire you for it.” Daryl blushed and shook his head, and you stood on your toes to kiss his red cheek. “Just as I said, sweet.”

Daryl grunted in response and said he was going to check the snares. You watched as he walked away, admiring him in his shawl and how he carried his crossbow. He was a perfect figure against snow blankets, and you bit your lip as you watched him.

There was still lingering anxiety as you looked at him. You believed that he wouldn’t let what happened happen again. But you weren’t quite sure about it. He didn’t know the future. You didn’t. And it killed you to think that it could happen again. You weren’t sure if you could survive it. You barely survived it the first time--if you had, you wouldn’t have fallen into him again so quickly. You would’ve been able to let him walk out of your room at the kingdom and be content with never seeing him again.

You sighed to yourself and crossed your arms. It was freezing but the fresh air felt nice against your rosy cheeks. And the surrounding area was so peacefully quiet that you wanted to bask in it.

Something hit the back of your head, and you felt snow fall into the back of your jacket. You scoffed and turned again. “Did you really just throw a snowball at me, Dixon?”

He had another one in his hand, about five yards from you. He tossed it into the air and caught it. “I did.”

“What are you, ten years old?” You asked but bent down to pick up snow in your own hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him about to throw another one at you, and you quickly jumped behind a tree.

“Can’ hide from me, foreve’,”

You smiled widely and leaned against the tree. You could hear the crunch of his footsteps, and when he was close enough, you ducked around the tree and jumped on his back. You shoved the snow into his face and laughed loudly.

“I let ya do that,” Daryl said as he wiped snow off his nose.

Your boots hit the ground, and then Daryl grabbed you, pinning you against the tree before you even realized it. “You did not. You must be losing your touch in your golden years,” You said.

“That ain’ what ya said last night.” Daryl dipped his head and whispered in your ear. “Think ya was tellin’ me how much ya need me.” His voice was deep, and you felt your stomach flip.

You looked up at him as flashbacks of the night before and then this morning when he was buried deep inside you. You felt heat run straight through you, grabbed him by his shawl, and brought his lips to yours. You could still hear those words ringing in your head.

Daryl pushed you against the tree with his body, and you reached down to palm him over his jeans. His lips moved quickly over yours, and his hands couldn’t find a spot to settle.

“Gotta get ya back to the treehouse, huh?” He mumbled against your lips.

You shook your head and unzipped his jeans. “Here.”

“It’s freezin’ out,”

“I don’t fucking care,” You said, kissing him again.

Daryl groaned against your lips before stepping away and taking off his shawl. You were instantly touching him again, trying to reconnect your lips when he had you lie down on the shawl, and he worked at taking off your sweats. You could feel the cold from the snow as soon as your pants were off, but you ignored it.

Your cold fingers worked at lowering his pants enough to get his cock out, and you had only just started moving your hand up and down when he swatted your hand away to spread your legs for him. You bit your lip at seeing him lining up to fuck you.

His fingers were as cold as ice when he rubbed them against your clit and teased your opening. Your eyes screwed shut, and you moaned softly. “Don’t tease me.”

He didn’t say anything as he thrust hard into you, which had you nearly yelling in arousal. Your fingers locked around his neck as he fucked you. You could feel snow everywhere, and your legs tingled with cold, but it was exhilarating. Having him fuck you outside like this.

“Fuck, ya so wet, baby girl,” Daryl grunted in your ear. “All for me.”

***

You and Daryl arrived at Alexandria four days later, hand in hand. Eugene was manning the gate, and he was happy to see the two of you. There were a few other people on watch. Some of them Daryl hadn’t met you, so you introduced them. The streets were slushy, and you kept slipping next to him as you walked toward your house.

"(Y/N)!”

You smiled as soon as you heard Judith yelling for you, and when you saw her running as fast as she could, you dropped Daryl’s hand to meet her halfway. You scooped her up and spun her around before putting her back on the ground and cupping her cheeks. “I missed you so much, Jude.” You said.

“You missed the first snow,” She whined. “We didn’t get to have our annual snowball fight. And you were gone longer than you said you’d be.”

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. I came as soon as Adam cleared me.”

“Can I see your scar?” She asked with excitement.

You laughed and nodded. “Later. Look who’s with me.”

Judith looked around you and smiled wide when she saw her uncle. “Daryl!”

You smiled as she threw herself into his arms, and then the door opened, and Michonne walked out in her pajamas. She was thrown off when she saw you but quickly came over to hug you. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise the kids.” You said, adjusting the bow on your shoulder. You lowered your voice and looked at your best friend, who kept glancing back at Daryl. “We want to work things out. I want to work things out. I love him.”

She slowly smiled and nodded. “I’m happy to see it. Is he moving back in?”

“Yeah, but we can move into one of the emptier houses.”

“No, I want you with me,” Michonne told you. “And it would break Judith and RJ's heart if you did.”

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awyeahitssam · 2 months

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“What’s with the lolly?”

“I was eating it when I died,” Harry said slowly. “I’d never had a lolly before. I suppose it just... came with?”

Harry frowned. “Magic? That’s what I could do?”

Voldemort inclined his head. “Yes, child. No muggle is strong enough to leave behind an imprint.” Especially such an odd one.

“Huh,” Harry murmured thoughtfully. “So my family wasn’t just awful, then. They had a reason for calling me a freak.”

“What?” Voldemort said softly. His voice was cold. Dangerously so. But... if Harry was already dead, he really had nothing to fear, so there was no harm telling him.

“The Dursleys,” he explains. “My aunt, uncle and cousin. They all hated me - treated me like a servant, more than family - called me a freak. I’m just saying, I suppose it makes sense now.”

The man hums thoughtfully. His eyes are a bright red, intent and gleaming, when they meet Harry’s. “You were a magical child,” he says softly. Then, “Where was it that you lived with this family of yours?”

Never tell strangers where you live was right up there with never tell strangers that we lock you in a cupboard. Harry hesitated, the rules ingrained. “Why?”

“You were magical,” the man repeated. “Every drop of magical blood is special. And they spilled it, didn’t they, child?”

“All kids bleed,” Harry says. Dudley had scraped his knees plenty.

“Most kids are given bandages,” Voldemort said softly. “But you are no longer able to accept them. So consider this a kindness from your Lord, child. I will kill the filthy muggles who dared harm you.”

...

“I’m busy, Potter. Run along and play now.”

The boy squints at him in confusion. “Play?”

“Yes. Play. Or lounge, stare at the sky, whatever you please - just cease pestering me.”

When Voldemort looked up again the brat was gone.

He wouldn’t see him again for weeks.

“You know, when I said stop pestering me, I didn’t mean I didn’t want to ever see you again. I just didn’t wish to be distracted by you.”

Harry shrugged, legs swinging back and forth. “It’s all right, I’m used to being alone.”

“As am I,” Voldemort said. “Hence my annoyance at your continued presence.”

“So you do want me to leave,” Harry concludes, pushing himself off the couch. He lands on the hardwood soundlessly.

“Is that what I said?”

“Sometimes the answer is in what people don’t say,” the seven-year-old said wisely.

“Harry,” he snaps, before the boy can vanish again to Merlin-knew-where. “You can stay.”

Harry blinks at him dubiously, but then shrugs and settles back on the sofa. “Alright. Should I be quiet and pretend I don’t exist?”

“No,” Voldemort says definitively. “You will listen to me. You wish to know about magic, do you not?”

Harry visibly perks up. “I’m allowed to learn?”

The more of these seemingly innocuous questions the boy asks, the more Voldemort wants to murder his relatives. One day, he thinks, he will convince the boy to slip. To give him the address.

“You are expected to,” he says shortly. “I will ask questions at the end.”

Teaching was different than he expected. The boy raised his hand often, and once Voldemort finished his thought and nodded his permission, he asked a question—sometimes several at once. What did a word mean, or why did wizards use Latin for spells, or why did people need wands.

“Your wand is an extension of yourself,” Voldemort lectures. “It is a tool used to channel magic. People can learn to use magic without a wand, but it is never so powerful.”

Harry’s lolly was hanging loosely in his hand. He stared down at it thoughtfully. “I’ll never have a wand,” he says thoughtfully. “I have this, though.”

He meets Voldemort’s eyes briefly before pointing his lolly at the cushion and mimicking Voldemort’s wand motions perfectly. “Wingardium Leviosa,” he says firmly.

Before Voldemort can tell him that such a thing would hardly work, the cushions shot into the air. Harry watches them with open delight, moving his lolly to and fro like a conductor. The cushions follow his antics smoothly, before slowly sinking back into place on the couch. Harry turns to Voldemort, expectant.

The man is watching him cooly, eyes analytical. “Just what are you, Harry Potter?”

What. Not who.

Harry shrinks, but then puffs himself up and glares back. “Just the same old freak,” he snaps, and then vanishes.

When he comes back a month later his hair is longer.

He’s incorporeal, but he’s growing. Ageing. Able to do magic.

Voldemort is fascinated by the phenomenon.

#Mentor Voldemort #'dead' Harry #Discontinued #my writing

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Wedding Date - Levi Ackerman AU

Summary : Levi Ackerman needs a date to his cousin’s wedding…who knew you’d say yes and it was the best decision you could have made?

Notes : I finished AOT last night and I figured it was time to distract myself with posting my first lil AU Levi fic…let me known what you think and if you have any requests send them my way!! ❤️

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Levi Ackerman was dreading his cousin’s wedding.

He was allowed a plus one, and it didn’t help that he absolutely had no idea who he was going to bring. Erwin offered, but Levi just felt weird bringing his boss as his wedding date.

“Why don’t you just ask some random girl? It’s not like it’s anything serious,” Hange, Levi’s coworker, suggested one day while at the office.

Levi worked for a company that ordered all the parts to build submarines for the Navy. It could be a boring job sometimes, but the pay was good, and there were opportunities for work at home. Levi also had an influential boss, and a good group of coworkers in his cohort.

He shrugged at Hange’s suggestion, “I would prefer to go with someone I know because it is that serious,” his eyes lit up, “do you want to join me?”

Hange held back their fit of laughter hearing that question, “As much as I love you, the idea of being dragged to a wedding with you hurts my soul.”

Levi rolled his eyes, “whatever, brat. Forget I asked.”

Hange suddenly had a sly look on their face, something Levi caught onto quickly. When they made that face, it was rarely good. It meant they had an idea that could be brilliant, or absolutely insane.

“What if…” they started, “you asked y/n?”

Levi’s brows furrowed at that suggestion. It wasn’t the worst idea, as you were one of their coworkers as well. You were quiet, and reserved, showing up to the office most days because you worked better in this atmosphere than at home. You were in the same cohort as Levi and Hange, but your communication was close to barely any. Levi didn’t mind, but he was always curious to get to know you more. Plus…you just happened to be one of the most naturally beautiful people he’s ever laid eyes on. But, romance wasn’t his thing, being professional and respectful was. So, he kept his distance as you did yours.

He shook his head after thinking, “she wouldn’t dare. She never even accepts our invitations to get drinks after work. What makes you think she’ll say yes to this?”

Hange snickered, “because, I’m always joining you for drinks as well, you idiot. It’s worth a shot!”

Levi groaned, but decided they were right. It was worth a shot. You wouldn’t hold it against him, hopefully, and the worst you could say is no.

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“Fucking finally,” you groaned, logging out of your computer after one of the longest shifts you’ve ever had.

Work wasn’t hard, it was just precise and time consuming. And you really needed a drink after today’s shift.

Standing up and grabbing your things, you turned around to notice Levi Ackerman walking towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, because it was rare he was approaching you alone. It was normal during the work day because he mostly had questions or tasks for you to do. If it was once the day was done, it was always with Hange to see if you’d go out for drinks with them. But alone once the day was done? This never happened.

Levi was so handsome. With slick black hair, and the most gentle but mysterious eyes, you mostly kept your distance because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of someone so beautiful.

“Hey,” he softly smiled once approaching you. You almost wanted to turn around and see if someone was behind you, because this felt like a weird joke.

“Hi, Levi,” you smiled back. Just keep smiling, you thought, it will mask your nerves!

“So, um, I have a weird question?” He nervously put his hand on the back of his head scratching it. What the fuck was going on?

“Shoot,” you continued to widely smile, but decided maybe to turn it into a soft one so you didn’t look insane.

“Um, okay,” he sat down at your desk, your eyes widened at the sight. Was Levi…also nervous?

“So,” he continued, “I have this wedding. It’s my cousin’s. You’d honestly probably get along with her well. But, that’s besides the point. She’s getting married, and I was offered a plus one. I really don’t want to go to this stupid wedding alone, and I dread the idea of taking someone I don’t know. But, I thought maybe…” he paused, because he knew he was going to sound both desperate and stupid, “you would want to go with me?”

You took a few seconds to process his question, confused because, “there’s no one else you can take?”

Levi was taken aback by that question, “ah, no? Erwin offered, but I think that’s just weird. I asked Hange, but they said no. So now-“

You sighed, “I’m your last resort,” interrupting him.

Levi stood back up quickly, “no! Absolutely not. Quite honestly, you would have been my first, but why would you even want to come, right?”

You laughed softly, “when is this wedding?”

Levi’s eyes lit up, “two weeks from this weekend. I’m sorry, I know it’s not a lot of time.”

You shook your head, gently placing your hand on his upper arm in comfort, “no, that’s alright. I can find a dress in time.”

You were insane for this. Why, why, why did you so easily agree to being his date to a wedding?

“So you’re saying…?”

“Yes,” it flowed out of your lips so easily, “I’d love to be your plus one.”

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Levi was even more nervous heading to your place to pick you up for the wedding than he was fucking asking you to be his date. Ever since then, you’ve hesitantly agreed to get drinks with him and Hange three times, and you and Levi even ended up getting tea some mornings. A light friendship was blossoming, but deep down, Levi knew his feelings towards you weren’t just friendly.

He pulled up to your address, and slowly got out of his car. There was still plenty of time to arrive to the ceremony, but he wanted to see you as soon as he could. He knew he would need a few moments to recover after seeing you dolled up.

He shut the car door, walking up to your front door. One, deep breath. Two, deep breaths. Three…

Knock, knock, knock.

The hairs on your neck rose staring at yourself in your bedroom mirror, hearing the knocks from downstairs. He was here. Levi, your date to his cousin’s wedding, was here. You softy pinched yourself, in case you were dreaming.

You weren’t.

You stared at yourself for a little longer, building up confidence to go answer the door. You were wearing a silk and long emerald green gown, that hugged your body and went all the way down to the floor. You had on gold heels, but they were hidden from the dress skirt. You felt both bare and beautiful, not often dressing up for events like this.

You took a deep breath, turning on your heels and hurrying to the door. Levi was waiting long enough.

Is she ever going to answer this damn door? Levi thought to himself, any other possible thoughts being cut off by you finally opening the door slowly.

His jaw dropped taking the sight of you in. How could it not? He has never seen you outside of work clothes, and this dress? He almost started wondering what it would look like on his floor, and then some.

“Hi,” you spoke first, also taking a good glance up and down of Levi. He was wearing a light tan suit, with an emerald green tie to match your dress. The colors went perfectly together, and he was even more of a vision than you expected.

“You look, um,” Levi was flustered, and it made you blush, “you look incredible. I really like that color on you.”

“Thank you,” you smiled widely at his compliment, “that’s a wonderful suit. It was clearly made for you.”

Levi chuckled, offering his hand. You grabbed your purse and keys quickly, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you to his car. The butterflies in your stomach were erupting as he opened his car door for you, being much more of a gentleman than you expected.

Suddenly, this was feeling a lot more than just a favor to him. And little did you know, you both very much felt this way too.

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Tears streamed down your face as you watched the ceremony in awe. And although Levi was there for his cousin, he simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

At the reception, you and the bride became quick friends. She asked you loads of questions (where did you and Levi meet? What’s your favorite drink? Once I’m back from the honeymoon, wanna grab some dinner? I’d love to stay connected after tonight!).

You were in your element. From the champagne to Levi’s entire family being so warm and welcoming, you almost forgot about your date sitting by the table waiting for you to come sit back down and keep him company again.

You had a few glasses of champagne, so your cheeks were flushed and pink but your confidence has never been higher. You wanted to dance with Levi, so badly.

He watched you float over to him, his stomach dropping to the floor. How did you manage to still make him so nervous?

You reached out your hand, “come on, Mr. Ackerman,” he grabbed it and you pulled him up, “come show me how to dance.”

Levi snickered, but let you drag him to the dance floor. He was ecstatic, watching you move your hips and arms and body to the music and allowing him to grab you and twirl you whenever he could. Eventually, a slow song started playing, and it wasn’t the alcohol making your cheeks bright red anymore.

Levi didn’t even ask, he pulled you close to his body and wrapped his arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. How come it took you so long to understand how perfectly you two fit together?

There was some silence, until you asked the question that’s been on your mind ever since he asked, “why did you really ask me to be your plus one?”

Levi smiled softly, “well, let’s see…I’ve wanted to get to know you ever since you started working with me, but you always stayed away.”

You frowned, because he was right, “I’m sorry. I sometimes take separating work and personal life too seriously. It was never anything against you, or Hange, or everyone else.”

Levi shook his head, “it’s alright, brat,” he winked calling you that infamous nickname, “you just can’t blame me for wanting to be your friend. You somehow light up the entire room once you’ve walked inside.”

You chuckled, because even if Levi doesn’t want to admit it, he has a soft side and you have been lucky enough to see it for yourself.

“I was just surprised, is all. You could’ve asked anyone else,” you continued.

Suddenly, no one else was in the room anymore, it was just you two.

“Yeah, I could have,” Levi agreed, “and, I almost did. Hange suggesting I ask you was the best thing they could have done for me.”

You raised your eyebrow, trying to ignore your stomach about to explode from every single feeling you felt for Levi taking over, “why is that?”

Levi took a moment, but, it was now or never. He needed you to know how he felt for you. He didn’t want this to just end as you being wedding dates, and nothing else.

“Because, I’ve gotten to know you,” he put his lips closer to your ear, causing a shiver to slowly travel down your spine, “I’ve gotten to admire you from up close, instead of far away. I’ve gotten to hear you laugh, I’ve seen your smile, I just…you are incredible y/n.”

You closed your eyes, as he continued, your bodies still swaying to the soft and slow music, “I can’t pretend I don’t feel anything for you anymore that is not more than friendly. I want to hold you, I want to kiss your forehead, fuck, I want your dress to be on my bedroom floor once we leave this reception tonight.”

You gasped, not expecting the end of that confession, and moved your head so it was looking right up at his.

“Levi…” you whispered, but before you could even reply any more, his lips crashed onto yours.

Shock. Hunger. Admiration. You felt it all as you gripped Levi closer and quickly kissed him back. It occurred to you that you were both still in public, so you made a mental note to dial it down with the hunger as you kissed him back. Levi softy groaned, pulling away from you as the song slowly ended.

“Will you come home with me?” He whispered, smiling as you couldn’t contain the biggest smirk on your face from what just happened.

“Only if I get to be your wedding date for every next one you go to,” you whispered back, getting on your tip toes to plant one more kiss on his lips.

“Deal,” he effortlessly breathed out, spinning you around one more time before bringing you back close to his chest, exactly where you belonged all along.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #captain levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi au #aot

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excalibur-gone-missing · 8 days

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Hello, hope this message finds you well!!!

My birthday is tomorrow and I was wondering if I could request something for Wonwoo or Jeonghan,,, something that starts as angst and ends as fluff maybe? I've been feeling so shitty lately, sigh.

But also!!! I totally understand if you don't accept this req hehe

Have a good day/night ahead ❤️

P.S. if you accept anons, can I be 🦷 ?

Paring: wonwoo x you, jeonghan x you

Requested: yes

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning(s): cheating, a bit of violence

Summary: wonwoo cheats and jeonghan swoops in to save the day

Word count: 1.0k

Other works

Beta reader: none (its not proof read)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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a/n 2: hey! happy birthday!! or advanced birthday! I wanted to post a proper fic, but as its your birthday, i didnt want to make you wait. so a drabble for i shall provide :)

plus i hope you feel better soon. im rooting for you!!!!!!

btw yes i accept anons, and i would love to talk with all of you! ✨✨✨✨

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Wonwoo is a busy man. I mean of course he is. The stelar kid of the family, the only child to get a medical degree and also the one to have a fiancé at the age of thirty-one ready to get married and start his own family.

The man was just the epitome of brilliance and was always diligent and hardworking. He was filled with back up plans and made more back up plans for those said back up plans. He was so into creating the perfect life for himself, he even made sure that he has another lady in store to be on the safe side because what if this one leaves him?

Now this is where you come to play. Unbeknownst to you the doctor you had been dating for the better half of two years, has already made plans for his happily ever after with another. What is more hilarious is the one said lover of his is none other than your distant cousin.

Being a woman with normal job that requires working for normal hours in the office, you accepted the fact that you would never understand the intensive hours these doctors work. Yes there were times when he was not called on his pager but his phone and was asked to immediately go to the hospital. Yes there were times when you had gone to the hospital to surprise him only to know that he was not there. And yes he specifically told you he wanted to keep the relationship private as all his coworkers are too nosy for their good.

Should you have figured out that the one guy you were madly in love with was already set to become the husband of other?

Yes

But did you?

Absolutely not!

Maybe that is why he kept you around, you were easy to lie to or were you just a good lay?

You would never know. Funnily enough you wouldn’t have know about the woman either if she wouldn’t have come to your house after your genius of a lover forgot to turn of his location during his nightly escapades with you.

The lady came storming into the house looked around in search of the man who had wronged her all while screaming at the top of her lungs at trying to make her presence known.

You would have never felt the hurt you felt that day if Wonwoo knew how to be a loyal man to his fiancé. You would have never have to hear the words, “this is the bitch you were fucking behind my back all this time,” from that lady. While she slapped you like she hated you and took jabs at your pride.

She made you question your integrity, your life and all your actions. Was it your fault that the man who said sweet ‘I love you’s to you every night was also telling them to his beloved fiancé. Maybe it was.

But the deed was done your self-respect was destroyed. Now you would always look at the mirror and realize that it was you who was the other woman. It was you who took the beautiful fantasy of one home away from another.

You left Wonwoo that day. He never tried to call. You were never important to him anyway. He left you broken, questioning your values, your life, and your actions.

This hurt more than any breakup you had been through because it was when you realized how naïve you were, how it was easy to lie to you. It made you feel like shit and there was no going back.

You stopped visiting your family, and meeting too scared to see those disappointed looks on their faces. What if you stumbled upon her when there was a function, she would hate you and you were too scared to face anyone let alone yourself.

She got married to him anyway. It was just a small hiccup in their relationship, while it did indeed destroyed you, they were happy. It is all that mattered to them. And although you would give them the credit for moving on with their lives, you couldn’t say the same for yourself.

It was then you had met Jeonghan, the man was funny and jovial, a bit of a prankster. He was exactly what you needed to escape life. He was the breath of fresh air you needed. He anchored you to reality and let to feel the happiness of life.

The friendship you both had built, had come shattering down one day when you got to realize he was friends with none other than the man you threw you down the shameful spiral of self-hatred.

That week you reused to talk to the man, at all. He suddenly made your skin crawl. For if he were friends with a man as despicable as Wonwoo after all his deeds, how much of a monster could he actually be. You didn’t want to stick around to get to know that.

Exactly a week after that Jeonghan was standing at your door. And was ready to make you talk no matter what. And talk you did that day. You shouted at the man for a whole hour to make sure he understood you would never be the other woman again. You were fooled once but you refused to be fooled twice.

After your shouting spree, he had held you to calm you down and told you he didn’t know what had Wonwoo done. He apologized profusely for the hurt his friend caused you while relentlessly promising to never betray you.

That day he asked you for a chance and just asked you to trust him for this once and let him in your life. He promised he would make sure you never you feel any less than what you should. He promised that you were enough for him and would spend his whole life proving it to you.

Surprisingly enough he did. He never left you once after that, never let you question your worth. Now after almost thirty years. You are happy with the man. You have lived a life were you enjoyed every bit of it. Jeonghan made sure you did. With your three kids happy and settled, you both went to live in the countryside seeking the peace that comes with it. You are happy and you are sure you would trade the whole world for this happiness. But good for you, you don’t need to.

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a/n 3: i hope you liked this !!

#svt #seventeen #excalibur asks #anon asks #excalibur talks #svt drabbles #svt wonwoo #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen imagines #seventeen jeonghan #svt jeonghan #svt angst #svt au #svt fanfic #svt imagines #excalibur fics

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trishacollins · 3 months

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Paper Gifts

a birthday drabble for the wonderful @wackus-bonkus-maximus

She asked for soft Felagami

Felix has planned every moment of today to perfection. The meal, his outfit, the gifts that he plans to give her.

Duusu has participated with some glee, though he thinks the Kwami mostly just enjoys the idea of parties. Duusu and Longg had been left inside with a plate of food of their own, he doesn’t need the commentary on his date.

“A record player?” Kagami asks softly as he starts the turntable. “Anachronistic.”

“It sounds better.” He says with a shrug, offering her his hand and guiding her to his feet. “Transformative, even. As the needle warms, the music deepens. The music is improved by the medium.”

“Interesting.” She fits into his arms perfectly, hands curling around his as they take the first steps of the waltz. “You remain full of surprises, Felix.”

“I would hate to bore you.” He teases, fond. He had lived his entire life without her, but now after a year with her at his side – he cannot think of anything else.

“If you ever manage, that would be a suprise too.” She trails a fingertip over his jacket. “You may be the least boring person I have ever met.”

“Coming from you, I will accept it in the spirit it is offered.” She was his partner in everything, his entire world had shifted to suit her.

But now that they were here, he wasn’t entirely sure what he needed to do next. His mother had only laughed when he asked her, and told him to ‘love her, cherish her, take care of her’.

He could easily do all three, but what else was he meant to do? Kagami was one of the strongest people he knew, and she wouldn’t accept being coddled.

“This was beautiful. Thank you.” She mummers, matching his steps perfectly. “Adrien forgot.”

“I know.” His lips quirk, amused. “Marinette keeps track of everything for him. In defense of my cousin, he didn’t know which anniversary they were counting as their first.”

Amusement crinkles Kagami’s eyes, puts a little furrow on her nose that is so perfectly imperfect that he loves it the most. They both have public smiles, picture perfect things that cause the minimum facial distortion.

He likes to think that these moments are when they are allowed to be most themselves.

He resets the record twice, kissing her softly in the starlight as they dance, and then sway quietly with arms around each other.

“A year.” She breathes, settling her cheek against his shoulder. “What a year.”

“I, for one, am enjoying the fact that my mother has control of our trust funds.” He joked softly.

“I for one am enjoying that your mother has mine in a financial choke hold and has thus prevented her from mischief.” Kagami’s eyes brightened, and she kissed him softly before going to her purse. “I brought you a gift.”

“I have gifts for you as well.”

She gives him a look, but smiles and sits down as he retrieves the packages.

Hers is small, neatly wrapped. His are – mostly small, neatly wrapped, but the larger one is the one she focuses on first.

Inside is a book. “Marinette let me borrow a few of her sketches from the grimoire. The other pages are blank.” He explains softly.

“Beautiful.” She strokes the pages carefully. “You did these?”

“Ink and watercolor, yes. I’m nowhere near as good as you but. Paper is the first anniversary gift.”

Her smile is so soft, so wistful. “I love it. This would have been enough, Felix. You do not need to buy my affections.”

“I know.” He struggles with it. Somewhere, there’s a part of him that knows people will only accept him as long as he has value.

Even with Adrien, he can’t help but try to prove his cousin needs him.

“Open yours?” Kagami suggests gently.

“R-right.” He picks up the box, opening it carefully, trying to avoid tearing the paper.

Inside is a stuffed, purple peacock. His breath catches in his throat.

“You don’t like it?”

He’s told her some of what his father did, bits of things have leaked around the edges without him meaning to. She knows the fate of all of his stuffed toys.

“I love it.” He whispers, picking it up slowly and holding it gently to his chest, tears burn in his eyes.

“You deserve soft things, Felix.” She tells him, reaching across the table to clasp his hand. He squeezes her fingers tightly. “Nobody will take them from you.”

He stands and pulls her into his arms, the toy smashed between them.

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #kagami tsurugi #my fic

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supercalafradalistic · 2 years

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Of Course, We Love You

Summary: you are abused by your parents but never told your partners afraid they would agree with what your parents would tell you and leave you. One day Betty notices a bruise on her neck and tells the others.

A/N: I’m sorry if I’m writing so many ‘dark’ ones. they are the ones I’m used to and read the most so it’s easier.

Warnings: Physical and mental abuse, Alcohol abuse, and intersex girl? (Is that a warning?)

“YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! *Throws glass vase at the wall beside you* GO TO YOUR ROOM!” After your mom was done with you, you struggled to get up and make it to your room. your parents have been abusing you ever since they found out you were intersex. They thought you were a freak but luckily you could find people who accept you for what you are. Those people are now your partners Betty, Veronica, Archie, and Jughead. They had always been there through thick and thin. Despite their unconditional love, you are still scared that they might leave you if they found out what your parents think about you. They could realize your parents are right and leave like everyone in your past did. That’s why you haven’t told them about the abuse, so they wouldn’t leave you.

You were on a date with your partners at pops and having a great time. Archie was on your left and Betty on your right with Jughead in front of Archie and Veronica beside him. you leaned your head on Archie and closed your eyes since you were still tired from last night and ended up falling asleep.

Jughead was holding Archie’s hand from across the table when Betty noticed something on the bottom of your neck going to the top of your shoulder. “Hey, guys.” She whispered to the rest of the group. “Yeah B?” “Do you guys see this big bruise on Y/N’s neck?” The others carefully looked over at your neck and saw the bruise. “Yeah, where do you think she got that from?” Jughead said as he adjusted his beanie. “I don’t know maybe we can as her tomorrow?” “Yeah, we should let her sleep for now,” Archie commented after he put his arm around you.

The next day at school you were wearing a turtleneck and blue jeans even though it’s summer, (you got home a little late last night). you felt arms wrap around your waist and instantly knew it was Veronica because she was more affectionate. “Hey Baby.” you rasped out softly. “Whoa, are you okay honey? Your throat sounds sore.” “I’m fine, V.” You felt really bad about lying to her after seeing how worried she got but you just couldn’t tell the truth. “A-are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Okay well, the rest of our partners are waiting for us in the music room.” “Why the music room?” “For some...privacy.” She smiled and you smiled back.

YOUR POV (BECAUSE I’M TIRED OF WRITING IN 3RD PERSON)

V and I got to the Music room after the other three were already there. the four of them look pretty nervous once they’re standing in front of me. “What going on?” Betty shifted on her feet. “Well, we wanted to ask you about yesterday’s bruise on your neck.” I quickly brought my hand to my neck and tried to think of an excuse. “A book fell on me at the library.” I thought it was a dumb excuse, but I think they brought it up, or at least Veronica did because she came up to hug me. “Why didn’t you tell us? You know how worried we get.” “I’m sorry, it slipped my mind.” After that, the bell rang, and we hugged before going our separate ways.

In the afternoon I was helping hang up some posters for prom in two months. “Uh, (y/n/n) are you okay?” “What do you mean Cheryl?” “When you were raising that sign, I saw a huge bruise on your side.” I started to in my head. People have never seen bruises before. “Oh, I just bumped into the door. you know how clumsy I can be.” I tried to laugh it off but it kind of hurt. Cheryl just nodded her head. “Ok well, I’m going to the bathroom.” “Bye, Cher!”

CHERYL’S POV

I lied. I wasn’t going to the bathroom; I was going to the blue and gold to tell Cousin Betty what I saw. Once I got in there, I saw that it was only me and Betty in the room. “Cousin Betty, I have to tell you something.” Betty didn’t even look up from her computer. “What is it?” “It’s about y/n.” She stopped what she was doing, stood up quickly, and started walking toward me. “What about y/n?” “When we were hanging up the posters for prom, I saw a huge bruise on her side.” Betty started to look really worried. “Ok, thank you for telling me.” “Do you think she’s okay?” I asked. Betty looked at me sadly and said, “Honestly Cheryl, I don’t know.”

BETTY’S POV

After what Cheryl told me I rushed to the lunchroom where my other partners were. “Guys, Cheryl just told me that she saw another bruise on y/n’s side while they were hanging up some prom posters.” “What? Another one? What is happening to her?” Jug said after putting down his burger. “I don’t know, but we got to find out what’s going on,” Archie elaborated. “I knew that excuse was bogus. I mean how could a book even leave that big of a bruise?” I started to pace back and forth and rub my hands on my pants. “Well, we got to find her first.” As if on cue, Y/n walked up to our lunch table, “Hey guys, what’s up. Whoa, Bets are you okay? Why are you pacing?” “No, I’m not okay and neither are you.” V got up and stood behind me, “Maybe we should talk about this in private.” “Talk about what?” Y/n asked. The boys got up too (Not without Jughead taking another bite of his burger) and we started walking to the music room with Y/n right behind us.

After we made it to the music room Y/n spoke, “I still don’t know what this is about.” Ronnie sighed, “Why did you lie to us?” “Lie to you about what?” “Your bruises Y/n!” Juggie shouted. “Your excuse this morning was a flat-out lie. Cheryl told Betty about the bruise she saw on your side. And don’t even try to say some dumb explanation, we all know that you don’t have a single clumsy bone in your body!” Y/n slightly flinched and took a step back. “What was that?” I asked. She looked away from us and sat down in one of the chairs closest to her. The room was silent for a bit unit y/n finally said something, “If I tell you, will you promise me that yell anymore?” “Y-yeah,” Jughead spoke, “I’m sorry.” Y/n sighed, and some tears came out of her eyes. “It’s my parents okay.” We all sat down around her and just let her talk. “They’ve been abusing me ever since they found out I was intersex when I was one. When the ‘friends’ I had in the past found out they just left me alone. some even started to bully me after I told them. That’s why I never told you guys. I Just can’t-” She was full on sobbing at this point and so were we. We all had a group hug and sat there for a while. “I can’t lose you guys,” she whispered. “You would never lose us,” me, Archie, Juggie, and Ronnie all said at the same time and then we all laughed. We slowly let go of our hug. “We love you Y/n.” “I love you guys too.”

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter Fourty-Seven

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A/N: I know it’s been a while I’m so sorry!!! But even if you hate me after this chapter, can you wish me luck? I’m taking my third driver test tomorrow and I would really like to pass this time LMAOO

Warnings: general dose of angst | Word Count: 6,000

December 24th,

Aelin threw herself on the bed she was sharing with her cousin, finally wrapped her in her warm pajamas, and let out the longest breath known to mankind. Aedion was sitting the same way she did, staring at the wall.

“I had sex with Rowan,” she said, feeling like in a confessional. Except that instead of a priest, she confessed to her cousin. Some people could find it weird, but this thing felt too heavy to keep to herself, and she was sure something was also bothering him.

He didn’t even look at her. He only said, “I kissed Fenrys.” Her head shot to the side, her eyes the size of flying saucers. But he kept his gaze on the wall, then kept going, “And then I told him to never speak to me again.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

Was she in the place to ask any questions? He hadn’t for her, she would allow him the same courtesy.

She thought she understood. He’d been broken once. And even if she was sure Fenrys would never hurt him the way Lysandra had… She had never thought Lysandra capable of doing what she did either. In the end, they never knew who someone really was.

Fuck, Aelin was just figuring herself out.

“We’re fucked,” she said.

“Yep,” he nodded. “We are.”

“Maybe it’s our genes,” she said. “There must be something bad about those Ashryver genes, because there’s no way so many shitty things happen to us at random.”

He snorted. “So it’s either you die, you end up being a cunt like your mother or life screws you over and over again. Wyrd help us, the eyes aren’t worth all this shit.”

And she couldn’t help it, she laughed. Loudly. Because that was true, the pretty eyes weren’t worth all that pain.

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March 7th,

“This one, maybe?” Helia pointed out toward the ugliest dog Aelin had ever seen. Truly, she felt mean to say it, but it was the truth. She was sure this dog was very nice, but it was old. She was sure that with a little brushing it’d be prettier, but one look at its age was enough for Aelin to shake her head and grab Helia’s hand to walk away. Aelin’s heart squeezed in her chest at the idea of leaving any dog behind… If she had more money, if she didn’t live in an apartment, she would adopt them all.

But she’d already struggled to have Aedion accept to adopt one little beast, she wouldn’t push her luck.

If there was one good side of being heartbroken, it was how lonely both cousins felt. Sure, they had each other to rely on, but there was just so much physical contact she could take with that brute. She’d always wanted a dog, but her mother had always refused to adopt one. In university it would have been impossible to have a dog on campus, and now… Well, now felt like a good moment to make a permanent decision.

It was either that or a tattoo, and Helia was a little too young to get tattooed with her, so adopting a dog it was. It was her weekend with the little girl, and she really had wanted her to choose with her. It felt like a decision to make with Helia. Aedion was trailing behind them, eying the animals warily. “I don’t get why you don’t want a cat, it’s more independent.”

She rolled her eyes, “That’s the point, Aed. I want cuddles, lots of cuddles.”

“Cuddles!” Helia screamed excitedly, clapping in her hands. “I love cuddles.”

“You do?” Aelin asked, surprised. “I never would have guessed that. You never hug me.”

Helia’s eyes widened. “No! Not true!” But for good measure, the girl threw her arms around Aelin’s leg, hugging her so strongly that Aelin couldn’t move anymore. Aedion caught up to their side, chuckling at the little girl. Though it squeezed something in Aelin’s chest as she saw how much Helia had grown up in more than a year. Fuck, it’s been than a year since she met the girl. More than a year since she…

No, she wouldn’t go down that train of thought. Not now.

“We have a few dogs waiting outside if you’d like,” an employee smiled at them. They’d chosen to go to a refuge which didn’t keep dogs or cats or other animals in cages. It was sort of a house, with two dogs sharing each room. Apparently, there were activities in the garden as well. “Yes!” Helia jumped away from Aelin’s legs.

“We’d love to,” Aelin confirmed.

“I’ll show you,” the woman said.

Aelin went to grab Helia’s hand, but the little girl already had her arms in the air, her eyes pleading as she silently asked Aelin to pick her up. She was tired, Aelin should have expected that. They’d been out for a while, having grabbed an ice-cream on the way there. “Mommy?”

Aelin’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest, but she smiled at Helia and turned around, lowering so Helia could jump on her back. Aelin wasn’t strong enough to hold her in another way. When she stood, there was something strange in Aedion’s eyes. Something like worry, and maybe some hints of pity. She’d told him about her infertility. He’d been there for her when she got her eggs frozen, even if she still had chosen Fenrys as a doctor. Aedion had ignored him, much to Fenrys’ dismay. But he’d been there for her, offering her his support. It meant a lot more than he knew.

She winked at him and smiled, reassuring him. Helia still called her mommy sometimes, even if Aelin thought it would stop now that they didn’t see each other as much as they used to.

Helia had her arms wrapped around her neck and she rested her head on her shoulder, as Aelin admired how pretty that house’s garden was. She loved her apartment, it started to somewhat feel like home, but she missed running in Rowan’s garden, playing hide-and-seek with Helia.

There were indeed three dogs playing with a man, the three of them with dark fur. But the dog that caught her eyes was the little golden pup, eyeing the three other dogs as if it wished to join in the fun, without ever daring. “What about this one?” Aelin asked to the woman.

“Oh! She’s a little lost. She’s relatively new here, but she seems to be afraid of the others. It makes her integration somewhat complicated.”

The eyes of that dog… Gods, they seemed so sad. “Can we pet her?”

The woman’s face lightened. “Of course! She would love that. Usually, when people see an unsociable dog, they don’t want to get anywhere near it.”

“Assholes,” Aedion grunted from her side, and the woman nodded though she made no comments.

Carefully and instructing Helia to control how loud her voice was, they approached the dog. She was sitting near a tree, and made no attempt to move before Aelin kneeled in front of her, Helia landing on her feet. Aelin held up her hand for the dog to sniff, and after it did just that, Aelin let out a surprised yelp as the dog licked her stand, stood and nuzzled her hand away so she could nearly jump onto her.

Aelin laughed as she sat, the dog licking her face as Aelin petted her.

“She loves you,” the woman laughed, kneeling near Helia to instruct her how to pet the dog.

She wasn’t too big, that was a good point. And she seemed very affectionate. Aelin couldn’t lie and say she hadn’t developed a soft spot for the dog the moment she heard her story. “I love her, too.”

Even Aedion kneeled on the other side, and he scratched the golden pup behind her ear. He nodded at Aelin, and her smile turned big. “What do you think, Lia? Do we like her?”

Helia’s big, doe-like green eyes were shining with joy. Aelin felt complete when she saw the girl so happy, especially when it was thanks to her help. She nodded, “I love her!” She repeated what Aelin had just said. “What’s her name?”

The woman from the refuge smiled sadly. “We have no idea, we found her lost in a forest. I’ve called her willow, but we decided to let her new owner choose.”

“Any ideas?” Aelin asked Helia. Willow was a pretty name, but if the girl had a specific name in mind…

Her toothless smile was to cute not to mirror it. “Can we name her Fleetfoot?”

Alright… That was something for sure but… Aedion ruffled the girl’s hair, “Fleetfoot it is.”

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May 4th,

Aelin’s head was pounding, or maybe it was a fist on the door. But as she opened her eyes, she quickly realized that it was both. Her vision was blurry, and yet she still stood and walked to the door. Shit, the apartment was a mess. They had partied a little too hard last night. Fenrys was asleep on the first couch, with his head resting on Aedion’s stomach, who was also laid on the couch. She didn’t remember what happened last night, but the mark on Fenrys’s neck told her that she didn’t want to know.

Aelin herself had slept against Dorian’s shoulder, the two of them sharing the second couch. Dorian spent more and more time here lately, ever since he also quit med school and broke up with his girlfriend, Manon. She didn’t really know why, just that the woman wasn’t ready for commitment.

And while they’d been breaking their backs sleeping on couches, the two couples had slept in the bedrooms. Elide and Lorcan in Aelin’s, and Connall and Vaughan in Aedion’s.

She hadn’t known they’d be there last night; she’d come home ready to cry herself to sleep, but when she opened her door… Well, that had been a good way to change her mind. And now, for two years in a row, she hadn’t been sad for her birthday. That was quite an accomplishment. Though when she remembered where she’d been a year before… She shook her head, opening the door, only for her heart to nearly stop.

Her father was standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. With a tentative smile, he said, “Happy late birthday, princess.”

“Dad,” she breathed, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the way she was dressed. The shirt was pretty long, but still, maybe she should have put pants on. “What are you doing here?”

He looked as embarrassed as she felt, and he eyed her apartment warily. That really was the worst time for a visit. “I wanted to visit yesterday, but Aedion told me not to,” he chuckled then. “I understand why, now.”

“What are you doing here?” She repeated, still a bit confused.

“It was your birthday. I-I wanted to be there, so maybe we could spend some time together. But if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”

“No,” she rushed to say. “I’d love to.” It was nice, she thought, to see him there. To know he thought about her.

He smiled, letting out a little relieved sighed. “Good, would you like to go walk somewhere?”

“Sure,” she smiled. “Just, let me get dressed. And can I bring my dog?” Fleetfoot loved to go out and walk with Aelin. The once very small, tiny dog she’d adopted is now huge, always stealing Aedion’s bed.

“You have a--,” he stopped himself. “Sure, Aelin. Take your time.”

She gave him a small, shy smile and let him in. He looked scared at the state of her apartment, and it somehow made her smile, reminding her of all the times he came back home to a very messy house when she was a teenager. His eyebrows shot up at Aedion and Fenrys, and Aelin said, “Don’t frown at the state of your doctors, they’re not working.”

He chuckled, “I can see that.”

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Aelin was feeling emotional and held back her tears as she walked through the park where her father used to take her and Celaena when they were kids. He used to drive all the way there just so they could throw bread at the ducks. Aelin was watching Fleetfoot run while she sat on a bench, her father next to her.

“I didn’t know you were having a party,” he said. “I mean, you didn’t have to tell me.”

“I didn’t know, either,” she told him. “Aedion surprised me.”

“I am happy that you have him,” he said, laying a hand on her knee, then squeezing. “He treats you well.”

“He really told you to not come yesterday?”

“He said that you had plans, and that you might not be up for a visit from me on that day.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “It’s always a hard day.”

“You don’t need to explain,” he smiled. “It’s the reason why I asked Aedion beforehand, I want to do things on your terms now.”

She nodded, fighting the tears even more. They weren’t bad tears; she was just feeling a lot. The meds she’d been prescribed didn’t help, either. They helped her get out of bed every morning, but they also made her feel more sensitive. “What did you do yesterday?”

There was a flash of silver in his brown eyes, and he said, “I flew to Terrasen. I wanted to be with Celaena a little. I have… I have been doing this quite a lot lately, if I must be honest.”

“Oh,” she breathed. Her sister hadn’t been alone yesterday, then. That was good. “Does it help you?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I keep telling her how sorry I am, honestly, I just sound like a broken record there, but… I will never say it enough.” He winced, then said, “I wanted to move her. To Doranelle, so she could be with the whole family. It wasn’t my decision to leave her there, but your mother she’s been…”

“Celaena will be in Doranelle?” Aelin breathed.

Something in his face shattered. “They need the authorization of both parents, and your mother is—”

“A bitch,” she snapped, her tempter rising. “She’s just a cruel bitch.”

He didn’t say anything else other than, “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. She’d asked him once, when she’d picked up the phone in his many attempts to call her, how the divorce was going. He said that her mother made it hard, that she was trying to take everything from him. She hadn’t lost her job at the hospital, she had no idea how, but she wasn’t at the top of the hierarchy anymore. That’s all she knew, and all she wanted to know.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” he said.

She played with her fingers as she said, “I understand how you pulled away after Celaena died. I did, too. We all grieve differently, and I’m pasted that. But… But you knew how Evalin was cruel with me. And I believe you when you say that you love me, so why have you never done anything?”

He looked away, as if he was ashamed, before he turned his eyes back on her. “I have no excuses. I hate myself for it, and I don’t deserve forgiveness. But the only explanation I can give you, was that your mother… She wasn’t only cruel to you. The few times I brought it up, she threatened to leave and take you away. And I—I don’t know. It somehow shut me up every time. Again, Aelin, this is on me. I can’t give you excuses that’d be convincing enough.”

The tears escaped her eyes then, and she didn’t wipe them off. She knew that she wouldn’t have liked the answer in anyway. But… “Thank you for being honest. You weren’t the father of the year but deserved better than Evalin. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” he said, voice clouded with emotions. “Don’t apologize to me, Aelin.”

“Alright,” she let out a long breath, wiping away the tears. She had to stop crying, for fuck sake.

“It’s okay,” he squeezed her knee again. “Tell me about yesterday, who was there?”

When she told him, he frowned, “No Dr. Whitethorn?”

Her stomach dropped at the name but she shook her head.

“I thought he’d be there, since you’re invol—”

“We haven’t been involved for almost a year, dad. I thought you knew that.”

“Oh,” he breathed. She hadn’t told him, but she thought someone else had. “What happened?”

Her laugh was sad. “He left me, and I’m a child about it because I can’t fucking get over it.”

“When?”

Her side-eyed look was enough for him to understand that she meant the night at her parents’ house. “Aelin,” he breathed. “He had no other choice.”

She shook her head, “You don’t get it.”

“Not everyone is me, Aelin. Not everyone is your mother.”

“Dad—”

“No,” he grabbed her hand. “Look at me.” She did. “I made him run that night. I’m so sorry, but he wanted to stay. The next day he was the one to yell at me, he had a goddamn lawyer ready, Aelin. This is why I thought you were together, because he fought for you.”

“What?” she breathed.

He’d told her. He said that he would have come back after the stalker had been dealt with; but she hadn’t been sure if she believed him. But if he truly had fought for her… Why hadn’t he said it?

She shook her head. “It’s… It’s not only that. I love him too much.”

He frowned, “What is that supposed to mean? There’s no such thing as loving too much.”

She scoffed, calling Fleetfoot so she could have some comfort from the lovely dog. She hadn’t planning on having a heart-to-heart with her father today. Hell, her head was still pounding, her body still feeling like death. The dog laid her head on Aelin, allowing her to pet her.

“There is when you’re me. I solely focus on him, so much that I start neglecting myself. I believe that if he is here then I’ll be fine, that if he is here, I’m protected and nothing can hurt me. I forgot about how you both hurt me for a while when I was with him, until that night. For a while, I just sat in my fucking car, and I realized I had nothing to go back to, dad. I was in a fight with Aedion, I kept so many secrets from my friends that they barely felt like my friends, then one of them betrayed me… I had to go to the house of a man who barely tolerate me, Dad. I just… I can’t love healthily.”

“You’re right,” he said, voice slightly quivering. “You can’t love yourself healthily. Not the others. The love you tell me about, it’s the purest kind of love that exists. It’s the kind of love I wish I’d been able to show you, that I wish I was able to show anyone. The problem isn’t with how you love Rowan,” he said, as if saying his name felt strange on his tongue. It must be. “It’s with yourself, and I know it’s my fault, but stop punishing yourself.”

She shook her head, tears spilling once more. “It’s not as easy.”

“I’m proud of you for looking for a better, healthier love. But, are you happy, princess? I understand pulling away to heal, but are you truly healing if you’re stopping yourself from being with someone you love?”

“I’m messy,” she breathed.

“You’re lovely, and pure, and too good. Start treating yourself with more love, Aelin.”

She wiped her tears away. Maybe he was right. She tried her best. She went to school, she became closer to Fenrys and Dorian and Elide, she took care of Helia… Every day, she fought to get out of bed and make the best out of a good day. But maybe… If she’d let Rowan in again, it would be easier. Maybe she couldn’t forget that night he left, but she could forgive him.

“I’ll call him tonight,” she said, and her father smile.

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“Aelin!” A high, loud voice squealed the moment she opened the door and faster that she had any right to be, Helia threw herself at Aelin. Surprise hit her as hard as the little girl did, what was she doing here? Aelin had been drunk out of her mind yesterday, but she was positive the little girl hadn’t been there.

Fleetfoot ran into the apartment, going to sniff a very well dressed Loren. He hadn’t been there either… What was going on?

“Buttercup!” Aelin smiled, kneeling at Helias height. “What are you doing here?”

“Happy birthday!” She placed a bit, wet kiss on her cheek, and Aelin felt her heart fill with warmth. Last she heard, the two kids were having a sleepover at Rowan’s last night, and she only understood why when Vaughan and Connall showed up in her living room.

There was as if hope took over the beating of her heart. If they had been at Rowan’s then he must have driven the kids there, right? She stood, grabbing Helia and holding her close. But as she walked in the living room, there was no trace of Rowan. She tried, she really tried to not show her disappointment show, but from the other side of the room, Fenrys’s eyes on her felt heavy.

Loren rushed to Aelin as well, hugging her legs. Gods, that boy was too cute to be true. She hadn’t seen him for a year, but he was always showing up in the video calls his fathers gave her. “Happy birthday, Aelin,” he squeezed his arms around her legs. “We came to play board games!”

Aelin chuckled, her eyes looking fondly at Aedion, who mouthed happy birthday. She grinned, and then her cousin’s gaze slipped behind her, and then she realized that her father was still there. She set Helia back on her feet, and the two kids ran toward Aelin’s bedroom.

Aelin turned around, looking at her father. He looked really uncomfortable, especially pinned under Lorcan’s gaze. She had no idea what that was about. She didn’t expect Lorcan Salvaterre to take her defense out of everyone. Her father was still holding the bouquet of pink and purple flowers he’d bought her, she’d asked him to as Fleetfoot was quite a handful to deal with.

She grabbed the flowers, walking into the kitchen to fill a pot with flowers, her father on her heels. “I really like them,” she said, filling in the silence between them. The apartment was small, and everyone could hear or see them. She supposed it was a surprise for them to see him there. Maybe Aedion hadn’t told them, or her father hadn’t really warned that he’d come today.

She didn’t fail to notice that the flowers were what used to be hers and Celaena’s favorite color. Her taste had changed… but she appreciated the gesture.

“You could stay, you know,” she said.

He shook his head, giving her a little embarrassed smile. “Enjoy an afternoon with your family, it’s okay.”

In a way, she was happy that he refused. It broke her heart, how he didn’t consider himself part of her family. But maybe she was part of his, and there was still work for him to be part of hers.

He waved at her, on his way to leave, but before he could, “Dad?”

He turned around, facing her with an expression of wonder on his face. She hesitated for a second, until she decided to fuck it all. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging her father for the first time in year. Tears burned her eyes as she said, “Thank you for today.”

“Anytime, princess,” he breathed, hugging her back. They let go of each other after a while, and she gave him a tentative smile.

“Do you think we could do that again someday?”

He smiled at her, “I would love to, Aelin.”

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After showing the world how much of a sore loser she was, Aelin decided to cook something for everyone before they leave, going back home. Her cooking capacities had somewhat developed, at least enough that she had made Bolognese. And since nobody was spitting what was in their plate, she supposed she hadn’t done such a bad job.

Fenrys was in a vivid tale of how his patient’s husband started hitting on him right in front of his wife, and Aelin’s belly hurt at how much she laughed. Even in her laughter, Aelin couldn’t ignore the looks Fenrys threw toward Aedion, as if making sure he was making him jealous. Compared to how cozy they were that morning, it was almost as if the two of them couldn’t seat far enough for each other. Or more like Aedion couldn’t sit far enough from Fenrys, who made it his job to taunt her cousin.

She wouldn’t even ask what happened the night before, she’d been too busy dancing with Helia and Vaughan—whose hips could move very beautifully—to look at the two of them.

Aelin was sitting with Helia on her lap. She was five now. Older than the three years old she’d met, and yet the girl still wanted to snuggle with Aelin to eat. Maybe it was a little disgusting, but they shared a plate. Less washing to do later, and it wasn’t like Helia ate a lot. She took a big mouthful of pasta, and red sauce was all around her mouth as she chewed. Aelin chuckled, using a napkin to clean her up. Her dramatic self, Helia sighed and let her body fall against Aelin’s torso. “I missed Bolognese.” She could say Bolognese without any problem now, and Aelin wanted to congratulate her on it.

“What do you mean baby, you haven’t eaten that in a while?” She remembered Rowan cooking that once a week, mainly because it was one of Helia’s and Aelin’s favorite.

“No,” the girl shook her head grabbing the big glass of water with her tiny hands.

“How so?” Maybe Rowan got sick of it. Though she couldn’t imagine him deprive Helia from her favorite food just because he didn’t like it anymore. He was… selfless that way. He loved her that much.

Fuck, she missed him.

That convo with her dad really messed her up. She had the urge to grab her phone and call him now but… she wanted peace when she made that call.

“Remelle doesn’t like it, so Daddy doesn’t cook it anymore,” Helia sighed, shrugging a little.

Aelin’s stomach dropped as she heard what Helia said. And as if everyone heard as well, all side-conversation stopped. The silence was deafening, and the two kids were oblivious to it.

“Remelle?” Aelin asked, though her voice was a little too wobbly for her liking. She looked around, and no one dared to look at her, except Aedion who was as confused as her. The only one who dared to look at her was Fenrys, and his eyes… they looked sad.

“Daddy’s friend,” Helia answered, and there was something about her tone Aelin didn’t enjoy. Maybe… dislike? “She sleeps over all the time.”

She was going to be sick. She looked around, and none of the people who lived in Doranelle dared to make eye contact. They’d known. They’d known and they didn’t tell her.

Aelin’s heart was beating too fast, her vision turned blurry and she felt dizzy. And yet, she did her smile to lean in and kiss Helia’s cheek. “You can have all the Bolognese you want here, baby.”

Aelin didn’t last more than a minute before she stood, helping Helia to seat before she went into her room. It took energy to not slam her door. Instead she sat on her bed, staring into the void.

Remelle.

She remembered now.

Dr. Flores.

Blonde, beautiful. Age appropriate.

He moved on. He moved on with her.

She was truly going to be sick. Just as she thought about rushing to the bin under her desk, her door opened. She thought Aedion would be the one to join her, but she was wrong.

Fenrys was there.

“Get out,” she breathed.

“Aelin,” he said, tentatively, closing the door behind her.

“You knew,” she said, not loudly but with bite. “You didn’t tell me.”

“You were doing good, Lin,” he said, taking a step in her direction. “I didn’t know for sure, Rowan isn’t the type to confirm or answer our questions. And you were doing better…”

“How long.” She demanded.

“Aelin.”

“How fucking long, Fenrys?” She snapped.

“We noticed them getting closer around a month ago.”

Her heart missed a beat. A month. He’d kept that from her for a month. And in the meantime, he kept convincing her to take him back. She didn’t know what her feelings were now. If she was angry or sad.

“Call him now,” he urged her. “Call him now and he will ditch her.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Call him now, Aelin. He will, just call him and he will. I know that he will today, but I’m unsure on what he would do in the future. You need to wake up now if you still want him, and we both know you do.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” she snapped.

He frowned, his head cocking to the side. “I don’t get you, Aelin. Sometimes, I can’t understand.”

“I’m trying to deal with my emotions, Fenrys, and I can’t do this if you’re here,” she hissed.

“Dealing with your emotions, is that how you call this? You’re just compartmentalizing, entirely ignoring some parts of your problems.”

“Like what?” She shouted, too lost in these waves of distress to care.

“Like the fact that he’s waited for almost a year and you’ve ignored him, but the moment he moves on it seems like a problem,” he snapped back. “You need to choose. You want him or you don’t, because Aelin, if you keep waiting you might lose him.”

Breathing was hard, and it was as it an entire building crumbled onto her as she breathed, “He told me he couldn’t wait anymore. I told him I wouldn’t come back.” Her friend’s face turned sympathetic, and her voice broke as she breathed, “I didn’t believe him. I-I hoped.”

“Call him,” Fenrys said, holding out his phone. “Call him, and tell him.”

She looked at the phone for a second, wondering what would happen. Could she call him, really? Would she call him, ask him to ruin the little happiness he’s found, only so she can bring her mess back into his life?

Then, she shook her head. “I’d like you to leave.”

“Aelin,” he breathed.

She shook her head, “I don’t want to speak to you anymore.” He’d known. He should have told her, no matter how much he wanted to protect her. She was so, so tired of being protected. Of being weak.

He laughed, but the sound was sour. “You want to push me away from your life, too? When will it stop Aelin, when only Aedion’s left, huh?”

She looked away. She didn’t deserve his friendship, didn’t deserve his time. She wasn’t a good person. Wasn’t good for anyone. He shouldn’t have had to protect her.

“You think I don’t know why? You rely on Aedion because he’s as lonely as you. He won’t leave you, and you won’t leave him. You’re using each other as life buoys, and you push away anyone else. You can’t ignore the world outside.”

“Leave,” she said, voice firm. “I don’t want to see anyone,” she slipped under her blanket and didn’t come out of it for an entire weekend.

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June 10th,

“I had fun, you know,” he said in her ear, helping her put her coat back on. She gave him a shy, timid smile.

“It was a nice evening,” she nodded, taking a deep breath as they stepped out of the restaurant. Even for a month of June, the air was quite cold. Hence, the coat. She usually disliked wearing one, it always ruined an outfit. She rather not get sick, though. So, she put on a goddamn coat.

“Can I walk you back to your car?” He asked.

He was cute. Pretty, even. She’d met him in class, and he’d been the first person to approach her. She’d been wary at first… The last time she befriended someone in class, it hadn’t ended well. For months he did his best to befriend her, and while she didn’t reject him, she wasn’t exactly warm. Then, before Yulemas, he’d asked her on a date. She refused. He did it again a few months later, and she gave him the same excuse. I’m not ready.

He was perfectly content to keep their friendship intact. Until a month ago. She called him, asking if he was still up for a date. She’d never heard Sam’s voice so joyful. He was funny, and a good man.

Now, three dates later, Aelin enjoyed his company. She didn’t love it, and she didn’t crave it so much that she felt as if she needed him. But maybe this was a more realistic kind of relationship for someone as messed up as Aelin.

The walk to her car hadn’t been long, and they stood there. “You look beautiful,” he praised her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you,” she smiled, waiting for a blush to spread in her cheeks but it didn’t happen.

He was standing close to her, and his gaze lowered on her lips. He wetted his own, taking a deep breath, and she knew what he would ask before he even opened his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?”

For someone who had had sex in a bathroom before the first date, and who had grinded on a guy during their first date, it was strangely chaste of her to never having kissed Sam before. Not a single time before or after their first two dates, but she knew she would break this circle today. After all, she had to move on.

She took a deep breath of her own and nodded, and the next second his wet lips were on hers. And she felt… nothing. It would come, she told herself. She rose on her toes, parting her lips for him.

He groaned, pushing her against her car. His hands stayed in appropriate places, on her waist, but she could feel things heat up.

This wasn’t…

She didn’t want to have sex with him. Didn’t want to kiss him. Not now. Was he kissing her? Having sex with her? If he didn’t… Didn’t she have to, as well? She had to move on as well, she had to prove to herself that—

She pushed Sam away, a little breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“Have I hurt you?” He asked, pulling back, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He really liked her and she… She didn’t. It wasn’t fair.

“I don’t think it’s going to—” She was cut off by her phone ring. Great. Amazing. She was trying to communicate, goddamn it. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said as she grabbed her phone from her handbag, frowning at the name showing up.

Fenrys.

They hadn’t been in contact for almost a month. Well, he did try to call. She was the one dodging his calls. Not every good behavior for the new Aelin, but she didn’t care. She was ashamed, and sad, and mad.

She didn’t want to speak to him now. She hung up, and turned her eyes back on Sam. “Sorry, just a friend.” She winced. “I was saying, you’re great and I—”

Her phone rang again, and Fenrys’ name showed up again. Alright, that wasn’t normal. Usually, he called once. If he really was in a mood, he sent her a selfie of his puppy face. But he never called twice in a row. Two calls in a row were reserved for bad news only; she’d heard enough of those to know.

The last time, she’d answered one of Fenrys’ call late at night, Rowan had cut his hand. This couldn’t be worse than that. She was sure of it. For all she knew, it wasn’t bad. Her bad days were over.

“You can answer,” Sam said, voice kind. “You look anxious.”

She winced again. “I’m sorry, I’ll cut this short, I promise.”

He smiled, unbothered. Fuck, she hated what she was about to tell him. He didn’t deserve that.

She took a few steps away from Sam, answering her phone. “What do you want?”

“Aelin,” he breathed, and her spine straightened. He sounded like he was… crying. “It’s Helia, she’s hurt,” he broke down then, crying on the phone. “We don’t know what’s going to happen.”

It was as if Aelin’s world came crashing down. She had flashes. Flashes of her aunt’s dead body in her casket. Flashes of Celaena in that red water. No.

Not again.

Please, she thought as tears spilled down her cheeks. Please, not again.

She couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t breathe anymore. She barely felt Sam’s hands on her shoulder, barely felt him take the phone from her before she threw up on the street, begging the Gods she’d stopped to believe in so long ago.

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 7 months

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 5

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Kara liked doing missions with others. She did like doing solo stuff, but the team activities reminded her of her time when she was a cadet in the Kryptonian army. Her best memories were of the camaraderie and friendships that she gained with the other cadets. It was one of the reasons why she was glad she was invited to the League a couple of months ago. As she flew, she thought about the first time she entered the Watch Tower.

Three Months Ago

Kara stood in front of the window facing Earth.

I can’t believe how beautiful it looks from up here.

It was her first day of joining the League. She initially thought that it would take her a lot longer to be accepted. She stood up straight and smirked.

They finally recognized me as an equal.

She almost let out a chuckle until she felt a hand pat her on the back. She looked up and almost frowned when she realized it was Clark. She forced a smile quickly back on her face.

No way am I going to let this idiot ruin this day for me.

“Kara, I was wondering where you went off to. I gathered the council together to meet you.”

She nodded and followed Clark down the hallway.

While they walked, Clark said, “Just want to give you a quick rundown of the council members. While the League is made up of numerous heroes, the council is the one that makes up the rules we abide by. Green Lantern is a drill sergeant. Very much into following the rules. Green Arrow is a good marksman, but very deadly. I don’t know why they let him on the team considering his methods are less than savory. Martian the Manhunter is a very dour being. Always talks about how his planet was taken over by the White Martians. I know he lost his family, but does he have to speak of it so often? It has been 1000 years already. With Wonder Woman, you don’t ever offer to help. If you do, she bites your head off. However, maybe she will let you help since you are a woman and all.”

Supergirl just stared at him baffled. She always knew he was a jackass, but she didn’t think he would have the gall to voice all these things out loud.

“Batman is a loner. I am honestly not sure why he joined the League since it doesn’t seem like he likes missions. He tends to only want to be called when needed. His sole focus is Gotham. The Flash is an intern I guess. He is not a council member yet. We are giving him a trial run. He has been in the League for almost three months. He is a bit flighty. Probably best to go to the others first before asking him for any help.”

If you really feel this way about your team, why are you even with them?

A part of Kara really wanted to ask, but she had no intention of doing anything that would ruin this day.

They finally reached the doors to the main room. Kara held her breath as Clark opened the door revealing the main leaders sitting down around a round table. They all looked up at her surprised except for Batman and Green Arrow. Batman looked pissed off for some reason while the Green Arrow frowned. Kara got a sinking feeling deep down in her stomach and was hoping that the looks weren’t about her.

Clark took a couple of steps in front of her and said, “Everyone. I would like you to meet my cousin Supergirl. She is going to make a fine member of this team.”

Everyone looked at each other startled except for Batman and Green Arrow. Batman was gripping the table. Green Arrow looked like he was going to get up and fight someone until Green Lantern forced him back down.

Something is wrong. Did Clark…. No, he wouldn’t.

Clark smirked, stood up straight, and asked, “Is anyone going to welcome our newest member?

They all looked up at each other frowning until The Flash quickly sped up to her extending his hand.

“Welcome to the team Supergirl. I’m the Flash.”

Kara forced a smile and said, “Thanks. It is nice to meet you.”

Wonder Woman stood up and walked towards her. Well, walking wouldn’t be the right word. It was like she was a model strutting down the catwalk. Kara knew she was a goddess, but she didn’t expect her to seem so ethereal.

She held out her hand and said, “It is wonderful to meet you Supergirl.”

Kara shook her hand while blushing. She looked around to the others and none of them seemed to want to budge which caused Kara to become nervous. Wonder Woman seemed to take notice of her demeanor.

She turned to Kara and said, “I am sorry for not having a warm welcome. You just caught us in the middle of an important development.”

“I hope I didn’t cause any trouble,” said Kara hesitantly.

Wonder Woman gave her a warm smile and said, “No, you didn’t cause any trouble at all. It is just that this issue is kind of urgent. Do you mind giving us a couple of minutes with your cousin so that we can go over the details with him? Then, we can give you a more proper welcome.”

Kara slowly nodded.

I hope I really didn’t cause anything to go wrong.

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*~ Forever ~*

Summary: Eris doesn’t realise he need her until he comes close to losing her.

Inspiration: Your Grace by Lewis Capaldi

Ship: Eris x Reader

Requested: No

Genre: Angsty but fluffy ending

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder, Swearing, Unpleasant names, implications of seggs uh 13+ So no children.

A/N: I have my reasons for writing this. Bold Italics is flash backs.

Y/N POV:

Eris was a prick.

At least that was what I told myself, convinced myself every passing day. He was my mate but to treat me every day like I was nothing? I couldn’t, wouldn’t tolerate it.

“What do you know? you’re a woman,” He snapped. “I’m just trying to say that if you just rest-,” “I don’t need your stupid advice. I only married you because of the stupid bond and tradition that forced the both of us to be wed and accept the bond, don’t forget that,” I fell silent but I nodded before turning to leave for my chambers.

Now a few weeks late nothing has changed. He was still cold as ever, barely even caring if I lived or died. Maybe, I should leave the Autumn Court. Eris hardly was around to notice anyways and I’m sure if I left he would find someone else. Someone who could actually help him, someone that he might actually be able to love. The last part broke my heart a little. My mate, did not want me around, couldn’t even care less if I died. So I made my decision. And was headed for Velaris, the city of starlight, where my brother ruled.

Eris’s POV:

“My Lord?” A servant knocked on my office door. “Come in,” I called, not bothering to look away from the papers strewn on the desk. “The lady is gone,” That caught my attention. Y/N was gone? I rushed to her room without a second thought, the servant chasing after me. Her room was empty, save the jewellery pieces on her vanity that she often despised wearing. Most of the practical clothes were gone and other necessities were no where to be found. She had left.

“Did she leave anything?” I asked swallowing the lump in my throat as I reached for the bond, the bond was silent, I tried to travel down it, to send the words I wanted to speak, to demand why, but, silence. I was met with unending silence, as if it never existed. “Just this,” The servant offered a piece of paper to me, addressed to me. A letter.

Dear Eris,

I have left by the time you read this. I am safe. Should you need anything due to emergencies I will be down the bond. I hope for you to find someone better for you. Someone you can love as much as I do.

Sincerely,

Y/N

No. No, no, no, no…The word was a chant in his head but the proof was undeniable. She had left because of his negligence, he failed. He slumped to the floor as he breathed in the scent of the room, her scent was fresh and still lingered. I had denied myself from loving her, convinced that she would never love me as I did her. How could she when her cousin was treated so cruelly by me? I couldn’t touch her that day when I found Morrigan in the woods, that would have been the end of her freedom. However, I loved Y/N and now I had lost her. All because of my incompetence, I let out a dry, humourless laugh, the Mother had set such a cruel fate for me.

I love you, more then I could express, more then I could ever accept myself. I sent down the bond, unsure if she would hear it as she was in that damned Night Court by now.

Y/N POV:

I was my old room reading when the words shook the bond on my side. I love you. I sat up as I grappled the bond, but nothing. Silence was all that remained. Maybe one day I would see him again, maybe he would have moved on by then, then maybe I could move on, on my own.

“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” My brother asked as he peered into the room. “I’m fine Rhys, I’ve lived here before,” I smiled at my older brother. “You know why I worry,” I knew. Our Mother and my older sister was murdered. Under Rhys’s care when he felt it was his fault they had died. Despite me telling him that it was Tamlin’s fault if anything. He flashed me a grin before winnowing out of my room, leaving me with my thoughts.

ONE YEAR LATER

Eris was coming to the Court of Nightmares for discussion on the allegiance. The thought filled me with dread as I picked out a dress to go to the Court of Nightmares. To them I was a lady, Rhys’s third in command and their High Lord’s sister. The dress I chose was plain, dark green with a choker like neck and sleeves that started at my mid-forearm and fell fast my hands. The skirt reached down to my mid calf. Modest, but I wasn’t there to horrify anyone, unlike Mor. Yes, I hated everyone there but they just weren’t worth the effort.

Strutting into the throne room of the Court of Nightmares, I forced my face into a mask of pure disdain and intimidation. The face of Rhys’s third in command, the face of the lady of the Night Court. After the greetings and such, Feyre had snapped Keir’s arm after he insulted me, apparently I was a ‘fat bitch’ who was a ‘disgrace’ because I could even keep a marriage together.

Walking into the sitting room, Keir still whimpering slightly, I came face to face with my mate. Mate. My dark power sang as swirls of Starlight and Night curled around my fingers, whispered in my ear.

“Eris,” I said lightly as I took my place on the left of Rhys and Feyre, my hands in my lap, clasped together under the table. “Hello, traitor,” He hissed but a flicker of regret echoed from the bond, an apology. I rolled my eyes as I ignored him, making my disdain for him clear.

“I would think you would have come here for your alliance. Not to spew insults at my sister, Eris,” Rhysand’s tone was a dangerous calm, this was not a mask, no he was willing to break the alliance if it meant keeping me safe.

A half an hour went by before Eris was almost done but he had one final request. “I wanna talk to her. Alone,” He motioned towards me. “Unfortunately I don’t see my sister as a piece of property to be traded, you’ll have to ask her,” Rhysand drawled as he traced circles on the arm of his chair. Please don’t make it harder then it already is. I said into Rhys’s mind. Fine but one scratch on you and you are never seeing him again. I nodded my head. An agreement and a signal for them to get out.

Once thee others had left I was alone with Eris. We faced each other.

Eris POV:

She was so close. My instincts screamed at me to go towards her, touch her, kiss her, claim her. I restrained myself as I swallowed. “Why did you leave,” I tried to keep my voice confident, emphasise on tried. She straightened in her chair, grimacing. “You said it yourself, you married me out of tradition and convenience. I had no reason to stay when I could be serving my own court,” Her voice was so smooth, so gentle but the words were firm and cold. He stiffened.

He remembered the words he spat at her, the meaningless cold words that he had not meant but looking back on the memories, the pain on her face each time. She had every right to leave, and now she had every right to yell at him, hell, even kick his ass. He was about to say something but she cut him off.

“I didn’t want to be just another one of your mistakes, I would rather let the pieces fall out of place,” There were tears in her eyes, tears as she looked at him, completely helpless, her voice cracking. “I know I’m sorry,” He breathed. “I was just another breathe of words away from going to waste, so I left found salvation in my friend and brother’s grace,” She wiped a tear that had escaped and cascaded down her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, not as a burst of emotion came running down the bond, overwhelming, unending sorrow.

She was about to turn and leave but I needed her, I couldn’t leave without her.

Y/N POV:

Say something! I screamed down the bond, but I was met with lifeless silence.

“Please wait,” Eris stood as he tried to block my path. “You have every right to hate me, and I’m sorry, I was afraid of my feelings and I turned that fear into anger and I took it out on you,” He was kneeling, the high lord of the Autumn Court was kneeling. And as I made my decision, the bond thrummed to life.

I was literally swept off my feet as he twirled me around, my skirt beating in the air. I laughed and giggled. “I love you,” He whispered as he pressed our foreheads together. “Forever?” I asked and he nodded. Forever.

BONUS SCENE:

Rhysand’s POV:

My ear was pressed up against the thick door along with Mor, Cassian and Azriel while Feyre and Amren just snickered about how childish we were.

Just then the door opened and we all collapsed on top of each other. I raised my head and was met with the harsh glare of my little sister. “Eavesdroppers,” She teased as Azriel’s face heated while Cassian raised an eyebrow at her.

“Says the one who is dating a prick,” He shot back and a snarl was heard from Eris. The inner circle all looked at him and he — wisely enough — had gone pale.

“Hurt her again, and we will bury you alive and burn your grave,” I said lightly and the way I said it, a joke yes, but not entirely. Y/N was my only sister left, the only shred of immediate family I had, I wouldn’t want to see her get hurt.

Y/N just pushed me back. “Prick, says the one who kidnapped his mate to get her to fall in love with him,” “It was not for that intention!” I defended.

“Was to!” She argued back.

“Was not!” I raised my voice and she tried to lunge at me only to be stopped by Eris. “Little fox I don’t think you can win against your brother,” “Yes I can, let me at him!” She struggled against him and I smirked at her. She lost it. I winnowed as fast as I could, Y/N on my tail as the rest of our family looked to each other with long-suffering looks.

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A/N: Again, I had my reasons for writing this….

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felicitydanforth1692 · 2 months

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The Viper & The Wolf: Chapter 1

Word count: 3,302

Summary: Sansa Stark has been held captive by the Lannisters for far too long. Every day her spirit and hope wilts even more. But her world is suddenly turned upside down when a Red Viper comes to her rescue with an offer she has no choice but to accept.

A/N: New account and new re-posting!

Chapter 1

She didn’t pray anymore. It was something she tried hard to convince herself of. Why would she pray to the deities who took everything away from her? Her father most of all. Her sister. Her happy life. Everything. And yet she always found herself sitting on the same terrace above the ocean on her knees within the small rocks and her hands folded in front of her. She prayed to the Father for justice for her family. She prayed to the Mother for peace to end the war. She prayed to the Maid to help keep her purity in the violent times they were living in. But she also prayed to the Warrior to help aid her brother in the violent war.

She tried to ignore the two Lannister soldiers assigned to keep an eye on her. She always felt watched and she knew she was. The lions couldn’t lose their only leverage they had over the King in the North. They made it abundantly clear that they would hurt Robb Starks’ precious sister. Not kill. Hurt. The current reigning king of King’s Landing loved to torment Sansa Stark. Especially in public while Tywin and Cersei Lannister preferred to terrify her in private. They seemed to love her shaking where she sat, having her follow their every word like the trained pigeon she seemed to be.

Sansa tried to concentrate on her prayers as fresh and light footsteps seemed to approach her. The possibility of it being Joffrey sent a shock of terror through her body, causing her to quickly lift her head and look to her right. She sat there stunned and somewhat relieved to see Westeros’ new future queen, Margaery Tyrell. Her beauty intimidated Sansa as she smiled gently toward her.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Margaery said, completely ignoring the guards on either side of her.

“You haven’t.” Sansa said as she found her feet. She stood there, allowing the wind to move her flaming hair and simple dress. She didn’t seem at all hostile. But she was tricked before by a friendly face.

“We’d like some privacy, please,” Margaery addressed the guards. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting back inside the keep.” She looked at the guards and sighed when they didn’t obey her. “Or if you’d be kind enough to give me your names, I’ll ask the King to speak with you himself.” Margaery smiled as the guards finally turned and left and she approached Sansa. “What did you pray for?”

“I can’t tell you.” Sansa said with a shy smile.

“Why not?” Margaery took her arm and began to walk with her. “I’ll tell you what I prayed for in the Sept this morning. Let’s see, for my family’s health and happiness, for an end to the war, for a short winter. Boring and traditional, I’m afraid.” She smiled at her again. “And you?”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Sansa said again. She looked to her right to see stone steps leading down to another terrace. She and Margaery began to make their way down.

“My cousin Alanna was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen,” Margaery began. “When I was all elbows and knees and Alanna looked like a goddess sent to torture me. “Pig Face,” she called me.”

�� “Pig face”?” Sansa suddenly giggled. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It had something to do with my nose. Whenever she passed me in the halls, she’d oink.” Margaery looked at Sansa and snorted. Both young women laughed. “So I prayed that she’d catch a horrible skin disease. A week after that, she came down with porridge plague.”

“Porridge plague?” Sansa stopped once they reached the end of the steps.

“Oh, you don’t have it in the North?” Margaery asked and Sansa shook her head. “Your skin starts to look like boiled oats, and eventually, your face slides off and you die in agony.”

“But that’s awful.” Sansa frowned with her eyes wide in terror. Her fear of believing the disease was real didn’t fly past her mind, but her frown disappeared as Margaery snickered just slightly. “You’re . . . I believed you!” Sansa exclaimed and began to walk again. “Porridge plague. I’m an idiot.”

“Don’t say that, no you’re not.” Margaery smiled.

“So what happened to Alanna?”

“Oh, she grew up to be the most beautiful woman and married a handsome lord and they have darling children and live in a castle by the sea. It’s all terribly frustrating.”

“I’m sure she’s jealous of you now. You’ll be married here in the capital, and she’ll have to come watch and pretend to be happy that you’re queen.”

An odd silence fell over the two of them as Sansa turned her attention to the sea down below. She sighed before she looked at Margaery as she took her hand. Margaery’s joyous smile was gone and was replaced with a smile of understanding as she squeezed Sansa’s hand. “I want us to be friends, good friends.” She said softly.

“That would make me very happy.” Sansa whispered. A sudden wave of emotion washed over her as she tried her best not to cry. She missed Arya. Despite the furious anger she saved Sansa, she missed having a sister entirely.

“You must see Highgarden,” Margaery smiled almost excitedly. “You’d love it there. I know you would. We have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon. You should see the costumes. People work on them for months.”

“Oh, I don’t think the Queen would let me leave King’s Landing.” Sansa frowned.

“The Queen Regent, you mean. Once I marry Joffrey, I’ll be queen. And if you were to marry Loras, your place would be at Highgarden, wouldn’t it? We would be sisters, you and I.” Maraery moved closer to Sansa to see there were faint tears in her eyes. “Would you like that?”

Sansa didn’t hesitate to nod. She would love to leave King’s Landing. See more of the world around her. See Highgarden. Winterfell. Her beautiful Winterfell. She nodded again only for Margaery to bring her into a gentle hug.

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“You lost, friend?” The Lannister soldier turned his attention to the figure emerging into the room. He was tall, lean yet there was no doubt he was a warrior. A dagger hung from his hip as he sauntered his way into the room, his hand gliding smoothly over the nearest flaming candle before standing before the two soldiers with women on their laps.

Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne. But the two men didn’t seem to acknowledge that. “Forgive me for staring,” the Dornish prince greeted with that distinguished accent. “I don’t see many Lannisters where I’m from.”

“I don’t see many Dornishmen in the capital.” One soldier said.

“We don’t like the smell.” Oberyn waved his hand leisurely. He didn’t turn to look as a beautiful golden woman hurried in and she took his arm.

“Come with me lover,” Ellaria Sand pleaded softly.

“Gods, look at this one!” One of the soldiers exclaimed.

“Sirs, if you follow me, I’ll arrange for a private room.” The owner of the brothel hurried in. Tension in the room was apparent now as Oberyn kept his eyes on the two soldiers while Ellaria was pleading silently to him to not engage.

“Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman?” One soldier demanded. “Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil.”

Oberyn’s playful smile immediately disappeared. Ellaria slowly looked up at her lover to see that look she knew all too well. She slowly released his arm as Oberyn slowly and calmly made his way over to the soldiers. The women abandoned their company, hurrying out of the room.

“Hmm,” Oberyn hummed as he stood before the closest soldier. “Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister? You think your gold and your lions and your gold lions make you better than everyone. May I tell you a secret? You’re not a golden lion. You’re just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw.”

The tension in the air was suffocating as the soldier was in debate of himself on what to do. He suddenly made the move to grab his sword that sat in front of him rather than on his waist. But this cost him hand as Oberyn, at lightning speed, pulled his dagger and slammed the point into the soldier’s hand, pinning it to the table. Ellaria smiled at Oberyn’s excitement as the soldiers screamed in agony while the other soldier was at a loss of what to do.

“Longsword is a bad option in close quarters.” Oberyn smiled at him. “When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding. Quite a lot, I’m afraid. So many veins in the wrist. He’ll live if you get him help straight away. So, decisions.”

“Prince Oberyn,” a new voice entered the room as two men entered from behind. “Forgive the intrusion. We heard there might be-” Tyrion Lannister stopped immediately as Oberyn yanked his dagger from the soldier’s hand. “Trouble.”

His good friend, Bronn snickered as the soldiers scurried out of the room. The two men watched as the last woman in the room hurried to Oberyn. “Apologies, my love.” Oberyn said before bringing her against his lips.

“I-” Tyrion stuttered as he watched the two lovers fight for dominance with each other. “I-I’m here to welcome you to the capital.”

The two lovers finally pulled away from each other and Oberyn looked at the little Lannister and the dark haired man. “Ellaria Sand, my paramour.” He introduced. “The King’s own Uncle Imp.” He gestured to Tyrion next. “Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister.”

“If there’s anything I can do to make your stay in King’s Landing-”

“What are you?” Oberyn interrupted him. “His hired killer?”

“It started that way, aye,” Bronn nodded casually. “Now I’m a knight.”

“How did that come to pass?”

“Killed the right people.”

His answer was so amusing that Oberyn couldn’t help but laugh, with the other two awkwardly joining in. Being in the presence of the Red Viper, the most dangerous man in Dorne was nerve racking. Even for Ser Bronn. Despite Oberyn’s calm, laid back demeanor, Tyrion knew he could blow his top at any given moment. Best to choose his words wisely when speaking.

“We’ll need a few more girls!” Oberyn exclaimed as he reached for a wine bottle. “Girls, yes? You don’t partake?”

“Oh I partake, just not now.” Tyrion said. “Prince Obryn, if I may, a word in private?”

Ellaria huffed before she plucked herself away from Oberyn’s arms and made her way back to their given chambers. Once she had left, both Tyrion and Oberyn walked outside the pleasure house and into the warm sun. “Seems like I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.” Oberyn commented as he eyes the glistening blue sea.

“Oh they take all kinds.” Tyrion replied. It was a trustful observation. Littlefinger’s pleasure house provided for any kind of desire at the right price.

“Even Dornishmen.” Oberyn said in an undertone, but Tyrion was careful not to respond to that in any way.

“The King is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.”

“Let us speak truth here. Joffrey is insulted.” Oberyn glanced at him. “I am only the second son after all.” Even if Doran could travel so far from Dorne, they would not risk the head of their Prince. Oberyn, who was just as capable as Doran in every way, was the only alternative.

“Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult.” Tyrion and Oberyn chuckled, trying to keep up with the Prince’s long, confident strides. “Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?”

“I was invited to a royal wedding.” Oberyn exclaimed rather innocently. It was, of course, the perfect cover for the task he was given. Tyrion might not have known the precise reasons as to why he was in King’s Landing, but Oberyn suspected that he would have something inking of it.

“I thought we were speaking truth.” Tyrion said. Oberyn relented somewhat before he finally spoke.

“The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon.” They paused near a stone wall with a valley of garden and ocean beyond that. “My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman. That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city.”

“I-I wasn’t actually-”

“They butchered those children. My nephew and niece. Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my sister, you know what they did to her?”

Tyrion didn’t answer right away, his brain once again running through the possible responses that wouldn’t unleash the Viper. He swallowed as his palms began to sweat and he took a deep breath. “I’ve heard rumors.” Was all he said.

“So have I.” Oberyn looked out towards the ocean. “The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword.”

“I wasn’t there.” Tyrion repeated. “I don’t know what happened.”

“If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order.” He looked down at him. “Tell your father I'm here. And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.”

Tyrion gulped at the fiery look in the Red Viper’s eyes. There was hatred, anger, and above all: sorrow. Despite wearing a smirk on his lips, Oberyn’s chest was burning, but wasn’t about to take his rage on a man who was just a babe the day his sister, niece and nephew was taken from him. Tyrion cowers, lowering his eyes to the rocky ground before nodding.

“Prince Oberyn,” He said before he finally made eye contact with him again. “You weren’t there to save your sister. I know that must haunt you every day. But here, in King’s Landing, there is another innocent soul that you could save.”

Oberyn turned to him with his interest now tuned in. He followed the imp further through the kingdom before he found himself looking over a similar stone wall but this time looking over the blue sea. He peered downward to see the figure and red hair of a young woman and he knew immediately who it was.

“Sansa Stark of Winterfell.” Tyrion said as they both had a view of her. “There she is.”

“Yes, there she is.” Oberyn observed the girl who seemed to be on her knees, praying. Word had spread fast of her father’s beheading, the disappearance of her sister, and now the Lannister’s living hostage for two years. She was now twenty years old, older than four of his youngest daughters, but her height made him almost forget. But Sansa Stark was no longer a child, but a woman. “Why show me her?”

“Lord Varys and I have a task for you.” Tyrion looked up at him. “The Stark girl is going to be married off to someone in my house. It could be Jaime, my father or even me. There are rumors of her marrying Loras Tyrell, but my family won’t allow that. My family doesn’t exactly have the greatest trust in House Tyrell.”

“And you’re asking me what?”

“Pine for her.” Tyrion almost pleaded. “Convince my father to marry her to you. My father believes that house Martell has a stronger alliance with house Lannister than they do with Tyrell. You can save her from the torture, beatings and harm my nephew has been bestowed upon her for years of her being held a hostage. Take her back to her family.”

Oberyn was silent as he watched Tyrion walk away, leaving him there to think. He turned back towards the ocean and paused to see the Stark girl no longer there. He knew Tyrion was right about one thing:

He had failed his sister. But he couldn’t fail that girl. Oberyn turned and walked away from the wall. His only mission was to come to that wretched place and avenge his sister, but now that had become secondary. He was now going to secure a marriage with the Little Dove and would be successful.

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The young King in the North was beating him. Him. Tywin Lannister. The most powerful man in Westeros, this amature king in Winterfell, was beating their best armies. Tywin sat at the head of the table, drumming his fingers against the oak wood as the council members around him bickered and argued. Joffrey wasn’t among them. He had caught his grandson again punishing Sansa Stark, whipping her in front of many eyes in the throne room. He had put an end to the act immediately, not for the sake of the girl of course but for their sake. The Stark girl is no good to the Lannisters dead.

“Let him rot there.” Tywin’s commanding voice brings attention to everyone else in the room. Tyrion, Lord Varys and Cersei were the ones that sat closest to him with the papers sitting under his direct sight. “The defenses around King’s Landing will hold. Let him gain more control. The drunkenness of power will no doubt take effect in his fate.”

Tyrion sat back surprised as his father tossed him a folded but opened letter. He reached for it, opening the letter in thirds as he read the ink written words slowly and carefully. He tried not to look shocked as he read further until he met the eyes of everyone else.

“It seems we’re not the only one who want a piece of the North,” he said. “In good faith, Prince Doran wishes for Lady Sansa to marry Prince Oberyn.” His conversation with Oberyn reentered his mind and realized the Dornish Prince played him with barely saying a word. He wasn’t there just for the wedding or revenge. He was there to get his hands on the Lady of Winterfell.

“Whatever does Dorne want her for?” Varys played.

“Perhaps they're still bitter that Lady Lyanne tore Rhaegar Targaryen away from their long dead princess.” Cersei said slyly. “Perhaps they wish to punish her niece.”

“Decades later?” Tyrion asked, his tone full of doubt.

“It certainly wouldn’t be a happy marriage,” Varys continued. “Prince Oberyn is ruthless. A savage fighter. An expert in poisons. He’s fathered many bastards as it is.”

“Marrying Sansa Stark to Dorne, she will lose her claim to the North as Robb Stark’s heir if he were to die without a child.” Tywin says. “With the young Stark boys dead, we marry the Stark girl to Oberyn Martell. Their first born daughter will marry Joffrey’s first born son. Only then will the arrangement be permanently cemented. That child will claim Winterfell, Kings Landing and the titles of Dorne.”

Tyrion swallowed nervously at this master plan. Dorne was not part of the Seven Kingdoms. They were ruled by their own Prince or Princess rather than King or Queen of the capital. If Sansa Stark was to be known as Princess Sansa Martell then her status as heir to Winterfell would be null and void. It was the perfect plan to ruin Sansa’s hopes in returning or ruling her home.

“You’ll throw the poor girl to vipers,” Tyrion said in a sad understone, but his chest was warm at the idea. Given the Red Viper’s reputation, the last thing he would do nor allow was harm to the delicate, innocent Sansa Stark.

“When will Sansa be told?” Cersei asked her father, anxious for the girl to marry a monster.

“Immediately.”

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Choi Jongho x GNReader | SMAU | College!AU | SecretPrince!AU

As someone who hates just about everything his own family stands for, Jongho finds himself entering his freshman year at the very same university his older brother is at… Along with all of his cousins. Being second in line for the throne allowed him some anonymity and he hopes to keep it that way for as long as possible, going as far as to swear his own family to secrecy. And he only wants to hide away the more his lies begin to catch up with him as he meets one of the only scholarship students in the whole of the very prestigious, hard to get in to unless you have money, KQ University.

| warnings: mentions of death, crying, adoption

Word count: 1093

You sit in front of your parents as your bedroom clicks shut, Jongho waiting in there while you had the discussion you’d been dreading with your parents. You father sets a cup of tea down in front of you and you glance at the mug that Jongho had been working on super gluing back together for your mom sitting haphazardly on the coffee table.

“I just want you to know that regardless… You guys are still my parents. I love you. I just need… Answers.” You clear your throat and begin to explain everything that had happened in the time since the semester started; how Seungkwan was your RA, how you’d met Jongho and Wooyoung, how Soobin had actually written in his will that you’d be Odi’s caretaker and you thought it was a joke…

That was definitely the laugh you needed before getting into the darker side.

As you explained that Jongho had hidden who he was from you, you notice your father shifting, looking rather angry and annoyed as his gaze shifts to the bedroom door separating the three of you from the man in question.

“I understand why he lied… I think I would have done the same, maybe not as long as he had done it, but I get it.” You sigh, “Seungkwan hired a private investigator to dig it up. And within the week of cutting Jongho off, someone told me who Seungkwan was…” You opt to leave out the information that it was Jongho’s brother, not wanting to add fuel to the fire your father looked like he wanted to set.

“I need to know why… If you know anything. And why didn't you tell me!” You’re pleading with them now and your mother wipes away the tears on her face.

She stands and comes to sit next to you, “It was never our intention to keep it from you. Certainly not this long, but we were worried that if your biological father knew that you knew, he would cause trouble. Your mother has kept in touch… She asks for pictures of you, updates on your achievements. She seemed very proud when she found out you were accepted to KQ.” She brings a hand to your face and wipes the tear away that you didn’t even know had fallen down your cheek.

“I worked for them for a few years before you and Seungkwan were born. Neither of them ever had a desire to have children. Both of you were accidents,” you father had a more crass approach but at least he was being honest. “We’d just lost your brother a few months before you were born.”

You knew that… of course you did. Your parents always said they wanted you to know you had a brother. As he continues, he explains that the pregnancy began to drive a wedge between your birth parents. They didn’t want one child, let alone two and your birth father had reached his limit.

It was your birth mother who had the heart to give you away to a couple she knew needed a second chance and that she knew she could trust with you. At least this way, she knew you were going to a good home with a happy and safe couple.

Your father had paid them off, buying a small house for them in a small town six hours away. He signed off on enough funds that they wouldn’t have to work until you were a legal adult. His stipulation was that you were to never know who your biological parents were and you were to be told it was a closed adoption.

As you sit and process the information, you can’t help but to ache at the thought of your family whom you’d never known. Your father didn’t seem you worthy of knowing who he even was. Your mother seemed to want to know you, but didn’t say anything…

Your brother, who knows when he found out, had tried desperately to have some kind of relationship with you, but had gone about it in all the wrong ways. Protective, but destructive.

And you couldn’t really blame him. Based on the information you were told just now, he definitely didn’t grow up in a happy and healthy home. So he showed love in the only way he knew how. That didn’t mean what he’d done was excusable. He could have just spoken to you and you would have been… understanding. At least you would hope that you would have been.

You sigh softly and you turn to give your mom a hug, whispering quietly to remind her that you love her and that she would always be your mom no matter what. You stand up and turn to your father, doing the same and allowing the man who you’d never seen emotional, do the same with you.

It takes all you have in you to separate yourself from him, kissing each of them on the cheek and turning to go to your room with the excuse that you were exhausted from traveling and had a lot to deal with in the coming days after you finally went back to school. But for the next few days, you would be enjoying your time with your parents and Jongho.

You shut the bedroom door behind you and turn to see Jongho setting his phone down and holding up a white teddy bear you know to be your brother’s. You smile at him, climbing onto the bed with him and inserting yourself into his arms, laying against him and pressing your face against his neck as you cradle the teddy bear to your chest between the two of you.

Jongho is surprised but he settles and holds you close to him, helping you to get comfortable. He only pauses when he feels tears beginning to hit his skin and his mouth falls open. He closes his eyes and rocks you slightly, humming softly and turning to kiss your forehead. He whispers quiet promises to you, wanting to make it known that he was always going to be there for you and that he loves you so very much.

The words don’t register with you right away, but when they do, you’re too far gone from the world and half asleep to even manage to make any recognizable word fall from your lips.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep, my love.” He mumbles, guiding you to lay flat on the bed as he reaches over to cut the lamp off. “It’ll be okay.”

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Lover - JJ Maybank

Request: yes. Not sure where it is cause I lost it but the general request was the song Lover by Taylor Swift with JJ Maybank.

A/N: I didn’t want it to be like a word-for-word interpretation of the song more so the feeling of the song so that’s what I tried to do. Hopefully it worked.

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“Let’s get our own place,” JJ whispered, his shoulder digging gently into your back as you leaned toward him, as if you couldn’t hear what he said.

You could’ve just as easily pretended that you were still sleeping, undisturbed by the shrill ringing of your cousin’s alarm from the other room or the soft patter of footsteps as your dad moved around the kitchen. But you’d been up for the last half hour, your sleep interrupted by your niece crying, the sound not even slightly muted by the door that concealed her room.

“How?” You whispered back. Two sixteen year olds with limited income weren’t exactly promising homeowners.

“I don’t know,” he tilted his head to the side, letting it rest against the back of yours as he pulled the blanket further up on his side and feigned sleep.

You and JJ were in kindergarten when you met, first day in and you were already best friends. In third grade there was a lull, he met John B and your parents house was foreclosed on, moving you a little further into the Cut. Your grandparents modest three bedroom was old, built way back during WWI, “it used to be a farm” is what your granddad always said, as if it still was.

By fourth grade, when you and JJ started hanging out again, your aunt had moved in too. Her and her two kids, your parents and your three siblings. JJ would ride his bike down to your house and play with you and your family until it was too dark out to ride home and then your dad was throwing a sheet over the couch and offering him the last surface in the house to sleep on. The house, with its two bathrooms and three bedrooms, was almost always crowded. JJ was the only friend you let through the threshold, at eleven you already knew that most kids had bedrooms and their own clothes. Even JJ had his own room, his own bed.

By sixteen, if he wasn’t sleeping on the sofa in John B’s house then he was at yours, sharing a mattress with you on the living room floor because your sister had moved back home and one of her kids always took the couch.

“We could have our own room,” JJ proposed, still a whisper in the dark room as he thought more about the imagined place. Just above his head, at the top of your mattress, the branches of the family Christmas tree reached out, threatening to drop pine needles if you shifted the wrong way. At twelve, JJ had succeeded in taking the tree all the way down to the ground when a clap of thunder had woken him up two days before Christmas.

“Just the one?” you almost laughed.

“Why do we need two rooms?” He seemed genuinely unsure why you wouldn’t want to share a room.

For as long as you two had been friends, privacy hadn’t really been a thing that existed between you. And while neither of you had ever actually ‘made the first move’ it was generally accepted that you were together. Mostly because you were rarely apart.

“So we can be those bourgeoise kooks with ‘home offices’.” You joked, shifting around on your mattress to face him. “Or guest rooms that we decorate in white and blue nautical crap.”

“Two bedrooms then.”

You squinted in the dark, whether because you were trying to see him better or somehow see through him, you weren’t entirely sure. There wasn’t much to see in the dark, just the general shadow of JJ’s face close to yours, but you knew what he looked like enough that if you never saw him again you could’ve still sketched a fairly accurate picture.

“What if you get bored living with me everyday? I’m not as adventurous as John B,” you posed, “you could move into the Chateau.”

The question was a fair one, JJ had been spending a lot of time at the Chateau lately and you couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. Maybe it was stupid, to be bothered by something so trivial as where someone decided to lay their head at night but you couldn’t help it. JJ was supposed to stay at your house, in your cramped living room on a mattress that was lumpy and tired from being dragged back and forth every morning. He was supposed to sleep next to you and stay up too late and make you laugh at stupid jokes.

“Why would I wanna do that?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbow as if it would help him see you better.

“I don’t know,” you can’t shrug laying down but your voice carries the same uncertainty, a sort of embarrassment you can’t shake. “Would we live on the Cut?”

“Anywhere we wanted,” he replied. “We could live right on the beach, like those houses on stilts. We could surf everyday and lay out in the sun.”

“Sounds amazing.”

It was all just a sleep-deprived dream that the two of you had. You knew that real life things would creep back in once the day started and dreams of living on the beach and surfing all day weren’t dreams that you or JJ could afford to have. Still, it was a nice thought, one where you could live in a haze of happiness and sun and JJ.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” JJ admitted, shifting closer to you again and wrapping his arms around you. His breath fanned out over your shoulder and you felt him leave a kiss to the skin on your arm, where your shirt sleeve rode up. “Sitting on the beach, smoking weed, watching the sunset or whatever you and Kie like to do when you get up at the ass-crack of dawn.”

“That’s the sunrise you moron,” you laughed quietly, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“Whatever, we’ll watch it together.” He replied. “And drive around listening to all that old shit your dad likes and we’ll have a big porch with those giant couches and we’ll sleep until noon every day.”

“How are we watching the sunrise if we sleep till noon?” You asked, leaving a kiss against the base of his neck. He was warm and you were finally starting to fall asleep.

“We’ll wake up and then go back to sleep.” He said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. You could hear the soft slur in his voice as he spoke and felt his lips press against your temple.

You closed your eyes in the dark. “I think you might need that sleep now,” you replied.

“Yeah,” he was drowsy and clingy, a side of him you saw often and never tired of experiencing, “we’ll make plans in the morning, for our house.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget…a Christmas tree all year long.”

“Okay,” you repeated. “I promise not to forget. Go to sleep.”

He hummed and you thought for a minute he might actually take your advice and let himself doze off but then he pressed another kiss to your forehead and you could hear him repeating, “don’t forget” but the end of the sentence trailed off before he could finish it.

“What?” You whispered, curious if it was anything actually important or simply another feature of your future home.

JJ tilted his head back, half-lidded eyes searching for yours in the dark, “I said I love you.” He replied then settled back in.

“I won’t forget that,” you assured, “I couldn’t.”

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