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⎯ CHRISTMAS BLUES a Hwang Hyunjin fiction

🎄 : Hwang Hyunjin x implied! fem. reader

TROPE. enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, reader is a writer, one bed au, forced proximity au, hyunjin is an artist(not mentioned a ton), coincidences

WORD COUNT. 7.3k words ☆ 40 minute read

WARNINGS. cursing, angst galore, mention of sex (non desc.), breakup, hurt feelings, making up, mentions of getting drunk

AUG'S NOTES. this is a stupidly lovestruck hallmark christmas mindset talking, whatever you read below is definitely not me… definitely. anyway, happy holidays to everyone that celebrates! this has been sitting in my drafts for months now, initially planned to be a smau, then a fic!! hope this fic exceeds your expectations, feel free to leave a reblog or comment of your thoughts!

PLAYLIST.

SYNOPSIS. You thought getting a call from Hyunjin was the last thing you needed during the holidays, but when he reminds you of your non-refundable tickets to Paris you had booked seven months prior to your earth-shattering breakup, you realize that his call was the least of your problems.

or alternatively :

Just a week over Christmas with your ex in Paris, what could go wrong?

Every circumstance has a question that goes along with it.

How did I get so lucky? Why did you leave?

As for yours, it’s fairly simple.

Where did we go wrong?

December 18th – Seoul, South Korea.

Holding onto what could’ve been is stupid, you agreed upon that mindset a long time ago. However, the past, Him being the past, lingered around you like the scent of citrus still clinging beneath your fingernails even after washing your hands. Everywhere. He was everywhere. And no matter how hard you tried to erase the memories of what was, they served their memory purpose and disfigured your mind all the same.

And so, you replaced it.

Replaced the hurt, the searing burn, with someone else. Who turned into someone else, and someone else after that till the only thing sufficing any weekly relationship was a no-strings attached notion.

Until you met Seungmin.

He was your vice, the person dragging you out of your self-made hole of false sanctuary and safety. He laid all his flaws on the table, showed himself to you. Seungmin was gentle and kind, he was patient— more patient than anyone else in this world— and loving. Oh so loving.

But behind your undying affection for your boyfriend, he saw something you didn’t. Perhaps in your eyes, perhaps in your soul, bared to him on an onslaught of occasions.

Longing.

He saw longing in your treasured hues, longing for someone that wasn’t him.

Because some scars take longer to fade away, but yours hadn’t even begun to heal. Masked with his many layers of band-aids only to never staunch the cut, the one Hwang Hyunjin left on you.

“Seungmin I’m so sorry—“

“You love him, I know,” He nods his head, a sad, soft smile holding place on his lips.

Tonight was the night he officially talked about it. The unforgivable thought continuing to incessantly plague his mind.

Although, he didn’t regard you sourly for it. That connection you had with Hyunjin was something no other person could return nor deliver, and he had to accept that if he really loved you.

If Seungmin really loved you, he wanted the best for you, even if that meant the best were when you weren’t with him.

You were shocked when he brought up the matter, asked if you really missed him, asked if you still loved him. Yes, you had of course discussed your previous relationship, but never to this extent, never so blatantly.

Though the absolute kindness in both his tone and the way he looked at you, seated at the dinner table, kept you from lying.

It’s not fair. Not fair for Seungmin, your boyfriend, to have to take responsibility for your tormented feelings. But here he is, assuring you nevertheless.

Because he’s known. He knew from the start you weren’t over Hyunjin. Knew that, despite so much ache and anguish he caused, your heart can’t help but beat at his pace, fruitlessly connected.

And he knew in the end things would fall apart just like this, and his spot as a placeholder would fall apart along with it.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

“He hurt you, but you love Hwang Hyunjin, I know.” He whispers, fingers tightly twined beneath the table. There’s a sort of hiccuping sound bubbling up from your throat. You stave it down.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiles, smiles when you don’t deny it, reaching forward for your trembling hands to take in his own.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N. I’m not the one you’ll be happy with though.”

A soft squeeze before he rises and curves to where you sit, free-flowing tears threatening to cascade past glossy eyes.

Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him in a hug, chest wracking with unfiltered sobs. Guilty. Guilt is devouring your soul. You don’t deserve Seungmin, nor does he deserve to be hurt so cruelly by someone he loves. But here you are, ruining him.

He’d never admit it, but the pain in his eyes—the ones you’ve stared at countless times—will always remain evident. No amount of smiling or laughing can hide that.

Pulling back while your arms stayed hooked upon his shoulders, you savor the kiss he places on your lips, the ones he delicately pressed to each of your wrists.

Sad. It’s a sad kiss. A kiss that causes your entire body to wilt against him, crashing deeper and deeper into his warmth, his comfort. He’s not false, he’s real. A real, unadulterated love you’re undeserving of.

Guilty.

“If you’re happy,” He breathes, leaning in to land gentle pecks all over your face, forehead connecting with your own. “I’ll be okay.”

December 20th – Seoul, South Korea.

Your room is still exactly as it has been. Pillows faced the same way, sheets still tousled and hanging halfway off the bed. Hell, he hasn’t even touched the blinds — staying open throughout countless nights, your perfume lingering.

Like he was afraid his touch would break apart what he had left of you.

He hopes, swallowing down the remainder of wine in his glass, you’ll be able to look back and laugh at what used to be, find the matter childish and ridiculous.

What you used to be.

Lovers.

Not kids anymore, you taught him once before. You also taught him how deep a love could be. There’d always be a space for you here, just as you left it. Although, he doubts you’d come back. In fact, you’ve probably moved on with your life. Found someone else to fill the space he did.

But maybe, if he keeps the room as it was for long enough, your room; if Hyunjin keeps those tiny paper notes you wrote for him long enough, you would come back.

What a lie.

Wishful thinking takes you far then drops you into festering despair over and over, he’s learned this the hard way.

Starting with a text.

He blinked once, then twice, then three times—picking apart his brain in order to recollect anything, any details whatsoever that could decipher this random message on a Monday morning.

Paris.

Paris?

Paris.

It hits him, evidently.

Immediately clutching his head and simultaneously slapping an aghast hand over his mouth, a sensation recognizable as utmost horror obliterates his soul into pieces, quite literally rocking his world.

Months ago, he remembered.

You’d been stupid, you’d been drunk, and impulsively booked the tickets, laughing off the “no refunds” reminder as if nothing would’ve ever happened.

It did though. And now he’s dealing with the karma in return for that idiotic decision. Soon enough you both will.

Non refundable tickets to Paris, two days from now, together.

What were the chances?

Blindly tapping his password into his phone, he (just as blindly) jams his finger to the first caller he sees, who turns out to be Minho, seeming like both a blessing and a curse in unison.

Never before had Hyunjin so clearly lost his mind and control of his words, but there’s always a first time for everything, right?

“Minho, what the hell am I supposed to do? She hates me and the flight is booked two days from now. This is just.. Fuck!” Hyunjin pours, slamming his hands against the steering wheel, burying his head into the leather as if that would magically make his endless desperation disappear.

He didn’t usually curse, so when he did, whatever had happened was serious. He carried his words elegantly, proficiently.

He'd be the last picked candidate for elegance right about now.

“If I were Chan I would’ve said you should still try talking to her about it, but in my opinion that wouldn’t change a thing. So suck it up Hwang, it can’t be that bad.”

Ah. Remind me why I ever decided to call you hoping for advice.

‘Hwang’ was the name his friend had reserved for him, coming from a long line of tissues in the mouth and other ways Minho would pick fun at the blonde. But he was at least trying to help, somewhat.

How he got himself into this situation is honestly laughable, situation being your nasty breakup and a plane to Paris.

Great. Paris is great, right? Wrong.

Because this stupid, stupid trip to Paris isn’t one he’s going on alone to enjoy the sights and delicacies there, it’s one with you, the girl who ripped his heart in half two months ago. The trip you’d planned while you were still head-over-heels, not hating his guts.

Oh, and your tickets were nonrefundable. Couldn’t forget about that part.

“.. What am I gonna do?”

“Suck it up, duh.”

“And please enlighten me on how the hell I'm supposed to ‘suck it up’ in a plane seat right next to her for thirteen hours and spend every day glued to the hip, your honor.”

The mental picture of Minho’s fraud-innocent face through the line grated his nerves like nothing else. Brows lifted, mouth slightly open. He wanted to punch that imaginary face so badly right now.

"Then follow Chan’s tutorial on making it up to your now-ex. You asked me for my opinion, and you got it. Look, all I’m saying is this is a good chance to get some level ground between you two, even if you still fly back hating each other—"

“I don’t hate her,” Hyunjin quickly quips.

Honestly, truthfully, he doesn’t hate you, he can’t hate you and he doubts he ever will. You were the one responsible for years upon years of the best moments of his life, how could he hate you for that?

Although, by the way you looked at him that night, he doubts your response would be the same.

Minho sighs.

"Even better, you could fly back with her hating you slightly less."

For once the snarky man he was spilling his problems to had provided decent reason, it was terrifying.

From a spectators point of view, his utter fit had to be quite a sight. For the record, witnessing thee calm and collected Hwang Hyunjin go insane in his car wasn’t a sight you’d see on a regular day.

But today wasn’t a regular day. Instead, it was the day he found himself trapped in a loophole of love and war with his ex.

What were the chances?

There’s no book that could wholly describe Hyunjin.

Even as a writer yourself, not even Shakespeare could depict him to the full extent. He’s flawless but so flawed, kind and yet malicious in terms of his brilliantly unfair beauty.

Every day you run into Hwang Hyunjin. The first few times, you called it coincidence, told yourself his meeting happened to be at the same time, maybe he was headed to a neighboring coffee shop.

Well, before those few days turned into every day on your commute.

And when a breakup is as nasty as yours was, it’s not too refreshing constantly seeing your ex on the daily afterward.

Today, Hwang Hyunjin is wearing a tan trench coat that reaches down to his knees. He’s wearing the same tennis shoes as always (except his usual camera is absent from the picture), and his hair is pulled up, soft, sandy strands framing either side of his face. He stands on the other side of the crosswalk, occupied with his phone while you internally ridicule him.

Staring daggers into his frame, the frigidly cold beverage in hand doesn’t aid in warming up chilling temperatures burning your fingertips, signs of winter’s impending approach.

He looks up.

You avert your gaze to your shoes. You can feel his eyes on you; feel them traveling over your body, then to your face, boring into your skull. He’s waiting, watching.

And somehow, you know you’ll eventually have to make eye contact. Because on your normal route, your turn left on Harrison street, then right on Fords. He’s there. Unbelievably, wildly, he’s there.

It’s the one factor in your (almost) perfect life without him that makes things hell.

Back then, you were like clockwork. Not a minute going by without someone being awake. You taking a nap after spending two hours searching synonyms on Thesaurus, Hyunjin just waking up, heading out with his signature Canon camera loosely hung around his neck.

Two perfect oppositions leaving their cluttered love scattered all over a cheap apartment.

For Hyunjin, it was the mug you’d gotten him last christmas labeled in bold font: “ART WHORE”, while yours was an equally degrading “SHE WOULD RATHER FUCK THE MEN IN HER BOOKS” sticker print slapped on the back of your laptop.

Little did you know you’d be desperately scraping the sticker off seven months later, that you’d leave your chapter unfinished since breaking up and that he had likely thrown away that mug.

Or maybe not. Maybe he painted over it, scribbled it out and somehow made it look good. Hyunjin has a way of making anything catastrophic look pretty.

You, on the other hand, are an erupting volcano. One that cries its lava onto the earth and doesn’t leave a pretty photograph. One that froths and rumbles, and destroys things as it goes.

Perfect opposites, exactly.

Now for the real question, the monumental “where did we go wrong” part that served as an explanation.

Three little words.

I love you.

You lied.

Those are big words, big words for somebody. Big words for yourself, words you spoke to Hwang Hyunjin, looped in his apartment, making love on the couch.

Big words he didn’t return.

Big words that kept your heart stilled in your chest, left your lips blue, drowned as you collected your discarded clothes off the floor.

And you left.

You didn’t need the awkward silence, the “let me think about it”, the bullshit they spouted Kissing-Booth-style. You needed him, his reassurance when you were your most vulnerable. His three words that told you your three years together weren’t one sided, not wordlessly confessed through actions though too scared to say aloud – a feared incantation.

Words he never said. Because you did love Hwang Hyunjin, so much it consumed you into his favorite muse, him your inspiration. Then came the doubt. The recollection of your favorite, dearest moments. Was it all a lie?

Those hour-long seconds, tangled on his sofa, kept that incessant anxiety alive.

You thought you found the one when your drunk night didn’t turn into an orgasm you can’t remember, but rather being coaxed into a warm shower despite your complaining about your pants being too tight.

Somehow, you can still feel his tender kisses like a ghost of a presence, littering the skin of your shoulder instead of the sloppy alcohol ridden ones you’d known before, and for once you had woken up beside the person responsible — not to a note saying they had to leave early.

He was the one responsible for teaching you how to paint, propping you in his lap, hand guiding your own while tracing careful strokes on the canvas. It was hardly possible sitting on his stool together, though neither of you noticed (nor cared), too busy savoring the intimacy of the moment.

That was Hyunjin. He was the glass of water placed in front of you after one too many at happy hour. He was the relaxing bath when everything hurt, the shoulder to cry on.

But you were mistaken. He wasn’t the one. Seungmin was the one, the one you had left behind only to chase after a toxic remedy.

In fact, Hyunjin never was the one.

And it fucking hurt remembering that.

December 21st - 22nd – Seoul, South Korea.

The last news you’d anticipated slammed into you like a bus.

Cozied up at your desk, a number pops up on your screen, interrupting the one moment of silence you managed to enjoy. Most people didn’t call during your work hours, except Seungmin, who, for the record, called before work.

The number you’d memorized by heart was not normal either.

Him.

“Before you curse at me,” He begins, and your hand hesitantly hovers over the call button, jaw clenched beyond reason, silence shouting loud. No strength in your bones allowed you to reply. Was it fear, hatred? Both most likely.

Taking the time to continue, his silky tone lulls along the line.

“Do you remember the tickets?”

Hatred seemed the dominant factor.

“What are you talking about?” You rhetorically snap, obviously annoyed albeit confused.

Tickets? It’s been three months, why the hell are tickets the first thing he’s mentioning?

He sighs. “The tickets to Paris. You remember, don't you?”

It takes you a moment, then, aha.

How could you forget? The tip of the iceberg of what two naive, lovestruck idiots thought would be forever. Little did they know everything would slip past their fingertips.

”Well um, did you know they’re non-refundable?”

Huh.

“WHAT?!”

You’d just managed to convince yourself free of Hyunjin, but he simply dragged you further into his labyrinth.

Or so you thought.

You had grown since he broke you (with the help of your better-ex, Seungmin). You evolved better (or so you told yourself). So out of the plentiful lessons you’d learned during your reflection, the factor that stuck with you most was that nobody is there to pick up for you. No matter how much you think they will.

You swore yourself into the belief Hyunjin would mend you, but you lived blind to the truth that he was just as broken as you were, a dog chasing its tail.

And so, you dealt with it.

In ways.

Whether that was incessantly talking to yourself, fanatically checking the date, contacting Felix on the verge of tears for him to laugh and then attempt at consoling your doom, or googling the best ways to run away from your predicament, fate had it out for you.

A disgustingly impertinent, unfairly fair fate.

Packing wasn’t all too stressful, unless you count trying on an entire entourage of outfits descending from dinner to snow-attire, then focusing on simple.

And it really shouldn’t have been so awful getting into your car, nonetheless waking up to realize today was the dreaded day, but it was, and you seriously deserved an award for the amount of times you checked your clock.

Although, you at least expected to have a little bit of time before having to face him again. Talking and interacting, not just drilling holes into his head. Little bit of time as in, a few years at least.

You were wrong.

Not the first time that’s happened.

“Hi Hyunjin.”

Answering his awaiting call with unsteady pitch, your eyes immediately gravitate to the blond-haired man. Taller in stature, leaning against a nearby pillar by your gate, staring directly at you.

Never had it felt so terrifying.

“Hey.”

You hesitate, never breaking eye contact with the man you’re speaking to a few meters away.

“Are we…Are we doing this again?”

He’s solemn. He’s not the same. Different.

“I don’t know. You decide for me.”

Never for a second does your gaze stray to his lips that barely move as he utters the line. Not the same either.

Before, you’d always been mesmerized by his lips. Then he’d notice and tease you prior to delivering the long-awaited kiss, again and again till you were breathless and your head became dizzy.

But this wasn't before; this is now, filled with grudges and sourness.

“You know I can’t make big decisions.”

That isn’t him. Isn’t the Hyunjin who would always provide endless tips and support, opinions unable to be held back without duct tape.

“Because you don’t want to get hurt knowing we chose this?” He whispers, and you tug your bottom lip between your teeth hard enough to bleed.

“Because I want better for us.”

“Y/n,” He sadly laughs, and your name rolling off his tongue sends an ache clawing your chest. It’s humorless, bitter in his throat.

“There is no us, only you and me, remember? So who do you want better for?”

There’s no twinkle in his eyes or his charming smile, it’s dry and painful, like he’d been crying.

You don’t want to think about that.

“Tell me something, okay?” Holding your phone to your ear with an iron grip, you slowly inhale through your nose, sparing a fleeting glance to the floor.

“Anything.”

“If I cry, will you hug me?”

“Do you want that?”

Question after question. He reaches in further, ripping out pieces of your soul with each inquiry. Stupid, sure. But genuine, all the way from the shrouded depths of your mind did you ask.

Of course you want that, want what’s so bad for you. No strength can make you admit it.

He knows the answer.

You hang up the call, fiddling around with your suitcase prior to wheeling the blundering thing over and ensuring you find a comfy spot out of Hyunjin’s sight.

Only five minutes of talking and you already feel as if your body is splintering into little pieces he’ll arrange into the perfect puzzle, ideal and pleasing.

He won’t. Not anymore he won’t.

And in that stead you’ll remain shattered.

What a shame.

Now boarding Group Five. All passengers in Group Five are welcome to board.

The hailing announcement earns a muffled groan through your mask, begrudgingly rising to your feet while directing your attention solely upon the bridge and your tightly held boarding pass. Luckily, Incheon International Airport isn’t half as hectic as you anticipated, but you have a gnawing feeling Paris will have a lot more to say.

Truth be told, you thank every lesson on task focus you once deemed useless as you shuffle among Paris-goers to find your seat.

One that obviously had to be right by Hwang Hyunjin.

“How’s you and Seungmin?” He fixes the length of his headphones, sparing a quick look at you while speaking. You despise how easy he treats this, how easy he’s treating everything at the moment.

Unfortunately, booking this hell-on-earth back when either of you were in your demented fantasy-land meant sitting beside each other also, in assigned seats.

Cupid really needs to give up by now.

You grunt beside him, uttering a hushed, “We broke up.”

Tilting his head, Hyunjin presses his face closer, craning. Close enough that you hold your phone up as a barrier, shrinking away nearer to the window.

“…Who broke up with who?”

Asshole.

Sighing boisterously, you shove in your own earbuds, rolling your eyes. Hyunjin, cocking a brow, dejectedly slouched back. Although he doesn’t ask any more questions, and you successfully get through your first three hours in silence.

Well, prior to the flight attendant strolling by with her cart, mandatorily beckoning orders from each row.

Wheeling her cart over where your seats are, Hyunjin takes a ginger ale and the customary pretzels they hand out. So when she gets to you and you order a Sprite, the man to your right’s head snaps to you, giving you quite an incredulous cock of his brow.

“No ginger ale?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“I don’t like it,” Biting back, you interrupt him upon accepting the canned soft drink, expression bitter and unwavering.

“You always got it when you were with me” or “Wasn’t it your favorite” was what you expected to come out of his mouth, positively obliterating any ounce of peace of mind remaining inside your rattling skull. You weren’t about to sit another seven hours sulking about something your ex said.

The ex you were very much over.

Right.

Your new goal? Avoid genuine conversation for as long as possible, at least on this flight.

So, given the chance to be deep in thought, you came to a conclusion.

You were clockwork, just like before. Except now instead of just equaling the time of day, he was the hour hand and you were the minute hand, always chasing after one another only to briefly touch and start all over again in an endless cycle of time.

Although the rockier the air gets and the more your grip squeezes the armrest does your initial goal falter, finding his considerate gesture asking if you were alright practically impossible to keep from responding to.

Especially when a huge drop has his hand racing atop yours, both too nervous to truly let go.

Just the circumstances, you blame, as if this plane was the sole cause of your slamming heartbeat.

Bullshit.

Four days and this trip was going to be one for the books for a multitude of reasons, that’s for sure.

Let’s just hope you can land first.

December 23nd – Paris, France.

His assuring hold on your hand guiding you through the bustling crowds of visitors and locals storming Charles de Gaulle Airport gives you this disgusting nostalgia, festering in your gut the longer you focus on his dark head of hair in front of you, kind, magnificent almond eyes flickering back to catch sight of you time and time again — like you’d magically sift from his grasp.

It’s a miracle you managed to hit ground in one piece, nevertheless end up with the notorious artist-jerkface named Hyunjin navigating you through an supremely overpopulated airport.

Perhaps it’s the scent of wispy pine or faint cigarette smoke that tinges the atmosphere such a rosy hue, perhaps everyone’s anticipation for the holiday’s. Either way, it certainly doesn’t help fuel your “absolutely NO touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda”.

Well, you had no doubt you’d have to stick to your morals on this trip in the first place, and it’s not like the odds were supposed to work in your favor. Although, a little assistance would‘ve been nice.

Guess you’ll just have to make due.

Lovely.

“Thank you!” You shout, forcing your voice to sound chipper speaking to the Cab Driver (opposing the twenty-two hours of traveling you managed to survive through). Except now, you didn’t know what to do nor what to say standing outside the hotel entrance, especially not when Hwang Hyunjin was going to be biting your ass for the next few days.

Much to your luck though, it seemed he was just as clueless as you, both prioritizing just checking into your room first and foremost.

Thankfully, the sights are a wondrous source of distraction, and you devise a plan to go walking more often than not (and not just to avoid Hyunjin). Each building appears as if it’d been expertly carved from stone, historically aged beige, awnings titled a bottomless array of Grand Seiko and Jaeger-LeCoultre.

To add, huge paneled windows are placed in each room, allowing a breathtaking view of the city as evening dawns. Whether it’s a quaint bakery hitched right below a bookstore or the bell tower seated comfortably in the middle of a square—you could never get bored.

Seems your interest tore you away from an unwelcomed reality until Hyunjin cleared his throat, thick eyebrows raised questionably.

“..We could go ice-skating?” He offers, index pointing to the huge rink a few blocks to the left.

You don’t have to speak for him to know your response, unzipping your suitcase to gather a new change of clothes without a word.

“Look, I know you want nothing to do with me, but I doubt either of us will ever have enough money to come to Paris again, so just, do it for the experience, not for me.”

That’s it.

“For you? You think I’m doing this for you? Are you really that conceited to think I’m still catering to you, Hyunjin? I’ve changed whether you like it or not, and I’m not the girl that’s willing anymore,” You toss your clothing to the side, giving him a downright venomous stare. Loathing. “I’m not yours anymore.”

“In fact,” Spitting poison, you stab your index to his chest, causing him to back up the more you advance forward. “You don’t know shit about me.”

He appears torn. His nose scrunches, and his lips form a squabbled line upon his face, evidently troubled.

Somehow, those actions that normally earned your sympathy only reared your deftly oiled gears more, angrily roaring without fail.

“Because if you did, we wouldn’t be like this.”

Gesturing around, you retreat back a few steps, arms slapping your sides irritably. Meanwhile, the tall man remains silent, attention magnetically directed down at his shoes. And for a swift moment, mere seconds, you feel sorry — apologetic even.

It makes you sick to your stomach.

You exhale. “I’ll go, and not for you. Understood?”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply, biting his cheek as he watches you disappear into another room.

You thank the refreshing scent of peppermint for its momentary relief upon entering the bathroom, practically drenching your face in ice cold water over and over as if it’d clear your head.

For you; you’re doing this for you, nobody else, you remind yourself, prepping a washcloth and your toiletries whilst praying the warm shower water eases your blaring jet-lag.

Yet, you didn’t expect a visitor to suddenly pop in while you were mid-shampoo, and it seemed he didn’t expect it either.

You swore the prolonged eye-contact went on for centuries, absolute terror embracing every aspect of your face through the clear shower door.

“Fuck! Get out!”

Scurrying like a character off a cartoon, Hyunjin manages – through spilling apologies – to blindly ram himself into the door, hands gripping his skull.

Suddenly, he pauses, hesitating.

“Wait but I’ve seen you naked befo–”

“GET OUT!” You scream.

“Okay! Okay.” He hurriedly slips out, leaving you to rethink every decision made with his name involved. A recurring thought at this point.

And with that, you quickly accept that your jet lag isn’t even close to gone and likely won’t be as long as the artist sharing your hotel room is within a six-foot radius.

Oh, and you don’t know shit about ice-skating.

Of course, Hyunjin is a natural on ice. He glides like a snow spirit, freer than ever. Meanwhile, your nails are embedded into your vice of a railing, knees shakily attempting at balancing with little success.

He’s the princess, and you’re the frog. It’s decided. Walking while you crawled, running while you walked. A step ahead that was at some point motivating, now plain humiliating.

The ice rink is jam-packed, citizens and tourists alike savoring the crisp winter, the faded twinkling of lights glittering in the distance.

“C’mon, just one?”

You, clawing the icy edge, confusedly avert your focus to where the voice came from.

It’s Hyunjin, gesturing to his camera while you piece together his request before childishly whining your despair. He lifts his toboggan upward, a few endearing tufts of golden peering out to hang over crescent moon eyes, evidently smiling.

Leave it to this man to test your sanity. How could anybody say no when he looked that cute.

“Fine, one.”

Not like I could run off anyway, you mentally consider, finding the fact your legs are quite literally flailing as a good enough sign to give in.

“Yes!” He chirped happily, hurriedly fiddling with his camera.

Watching him with that kind of expression, you witness your Hyunjin again, fumbling around, so excited about the smallest of things.

It hurts.

“I..” He trails off, voice barely audible whilst winking to see through the lense. “Don’t want to miss a moment of you.”

“What was that?”

The camera flashes, and you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“Oh nothing.” His lips curl into a sheepish grin, easing toward you and unexpectedly prying your hand into his own, involuntarily pulling you along.

Panickedly, you clutch onto any article of clothing available (another goodbye to your no-touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda) similar to the handrails, squeezing your eyes shut while painfully awaiting a harsh slam against rock-hard ice.

A harsh slam that never happens.

You cautiously open an eye.

“One, two, one, two.” He counts steadily, soaring across the ice, unable to contain the huge beam the longer he watches you. Captivating.

You fight the urge to smile, the sensation of wind whipping your hair and his warm, reminiscent touch setting your nerves into a dopamine frenzy, making the routinely frown much harder than need be.

Nevertheless, perhaps staying in Hyunjin’s grasp would’ve been the safer option. Because with confidence comes failure (at least in your book of life), and your knees would’ve definitely appreciated not getting ruined.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin murmurs, sympathetically regarding your black and blue frame, looking worse for wear, skates in hand.

“Amputation has never sounded more tempting,” Grumbling, you hobble to return your skates, the man tailing behind you choking back his giggle, kindly waiting in case you stumble.

From the way things are going, the probability is high. Except, Hyunjin walks on eggshells, worried you might rip his head off in the case he asked the question sitting tentatively on the tip of his tongue.

Keeping himself contained had never been as unbearable as when with you, constantly having to refrain from wrapping your precious self into his arms, witness those warm, beautiful hues blinking at him like globes.

Five minutes into the walk back and your near-face-plant-turned-catastrophe was his last straw.

“Can I at least carry you?”

Your head snapping back was almost comical, ogling at Hyunjin as if he told you he’d been neutered or something.

Insane. He’s officially gone insane.

So have you, apparently. Because after getting all too familiar with the icy side walk for a fifth time, you give in, stifling your thoughts from erupting out of your skull—feeling like your entire earth was slowing down on its axis when he easily swept you off your feet.

Cute, hell, romantic too, until you arrive back at the hotel and the curious looks sent your way have your cheeks burning.

“This is so embarrassing.” You whine, burying your face in your hands. Of course, Hyunjin just laughs.

You missed his laugh.

And he cares for you that night, transporting you from room to room in his arms despite your complaints you could do so yourself (although you secretly preferred it, and no, not because it was Hyunjin, only because of how bruised your legs were).

Plus, the mental exhaustion was practically debilitating, sleep beckoning you into its cozy embrace as the clock ticked on the wall. The man before you knelt in front of where you sat on the side of the bed, gently applying antiseptic to your cuts while you blanked in and out of consciousness.

Any common sense had completely abandoned you. Certainly, since you hadn’t noticed only one bed sat dead center in the room. Nor had you noticed through your half-asleep eyes how sweetly he maneuvered you around, pulling the comforter snug over your body.

His hand strays, wistfully smoothing some hair from off your eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, gathering spare pillows and blankets.

He’ll sleep on the floor.

December 24th – Paris, France.

Apparently, there was much more to this Paris dilemma than just the “going to Paris” part (excluding, y’know, the havoc that’s occurred over the past three days).

This fantastic surprise came in the form of a booked Louvre Museum date, now a bit more like a punishment with your current state of soreness merely rising up from bed. And, in turn, seeing Hyunjin sawing logs on the floor below, an action you were inaudibly grateful for.

You two are a different kind of romantic if that’s what you want to call it, especially when Hyunjin practically barricades the bathroom door, nonsensically shouting that he won’t make the same mistake of walking in ever again.

Sweet gesture, but it gets a tad bit irritating when you have to basically charge the door in order to move the chair situated behind it, making you doubt if it was to keep Hyunjin himself out or keeping you in instead.

Yeah. Different kind of romantic. Exes kind of romantic.

Once 5pm rolls around, you’re already dressed and ready to leave, trying your darndest to pretend you’re doing something on your phone to evade conversation. A middle school move, though your ego is on the brink of becoming extinct anyway.

Seems the final act is when Hyunjin steps out of the bathroom, wearing that tan trench coat he always did.

He notices you analyzing, stifling a very tempting smirk.

“I thought you’d like this jacket. Y’know, since you stared at it all the time.”

With a sentence you watched your endangered ego obliterate in real time, embarrassment swallowing you whole. The cycle is neverending.

Thankfully, at least one factor in your unsolvable equation proves itself useful, the factor being your already purchased tickets, granting an earlier entrance into what felt to be a new world.

A new world you recognized as Hyunjin’s world. Vast, expansive. A place you can get lost in and be okay with. Stories hidden behind gold-rimmed frames, so much to tell if only you’d listen.

He lingers by the Psyche and Cupid sculpture longer than usual. Briefly, he told you about them many moons ago. Their love awakening from something much more tragic, apocalyptical.

What a coincidence.

You spend what feels to be days in there, daylight from the lengthy windows overhead falling dark by the time you’re finished. The temperature dropped exponentially while you explored, ignorant to the frigid conditions till realizing you still had your trek back.

Curse the taxi service for not running twenty-four hours.

“You grew your hair out.” You comment, but it’s not really a comment, more like an observation you already knew and felt the need to point out for some odd reason. The awkward silence is suffocating enough.

Granted, you’d known his hair had grown. You saw him every day coming to and fro from work, so any adjustments he made you saw, some of which you remember loving oh so much.

This adjustment was his hair.

Hyunjin’s lips quirk ever so slightly, fingers straying up to tousle a strand.

“You used to love it when I grew it out.”

He continues to walk ahead, ignoring how you had stalled behind, numb grip desperately clutching your puffer jacket as if it’d magically allow you inhalations.

“You would tie it up for me, and stick my paintbrushes in the bun.”

This time, he spins around, seemingly unaffected by your (both literally and figuratively) frozen finger that simply blinks at him — robotic-like.

Like Hyunjin is a stranger. Like your Hyunjin, the old one you were mad for, is now a stranger.

“And I,” He sniffs in, his exhale causing a cloud of air to comprise in its stead. “Really wanted to marry you.”

There’s your breaking point.

He’s pulled you thread by thread closer to an unthinkable free fall, a freezing free fall. Unfurling your strings of yarn to no point of repair. So as you teeter on the edge, your defense mechanisms kick in. And before you can logically consider your options, you smack him.

Right. Across. The face.

He’s stunned, you don’t blame him for that, but there’s also a crinkle in his brows, a look of utmost hurt beginning to stain any somber expression left.

“You have no right to say that when you’re the one that caused all of this.” Your volume increases, unaffected by the glances from passerby.

You have no doubt the two of you are quite a scene, though common sense had long abandoned you, and no thought but fiery rage curls around you, tendrils alight.

“Why the hell did you want to marry me if you can’t even love me? Quit hurting and confusing me Hyunjin, I can’t keep doing this.” Practically pleading, he pulls his palm from where it babied his cheek, instead retreating to your wrists, keeping you in front of him.

“Listen.”

“No!” You screech, trying your hardest to escape.

“Listen.”

You pause, gingerly allowing him to adjust the scarf over your pink nose and ensure your gloves trap warmth for your fingers.

He bites his lip, gaze dancing across your features.

“I love you.”

You shakily exhale, wishing everything would just stop. Time would simply diminish into nothing but stillness, easiness.

Your anguish and anger was easy, and staying mad was a whole lot easier than this—confronting the pains of meeting him again, nonetheless this trip.

He’s finding the pieces to your puzzle.

You want to hide.

Worst of all? Especially hearing him say the words that ended you two months prior.

Cruel.

“I loved you,” His voice wavers. “More than anything, Y/n. And I still do. But when you said that, I got scared.”

He shakily inhales, the grip on you lessening a bit.

“Because when I say I love you back, that means I have someone to lose.”

It’s hypocritical, you know.

Hell, you know what it’s like to be a hypocrite more than anything right now. From hearing the godforsaken news to sitting in an airplane together after wholeheartedly promising yourself you’d never let him have you once more.

Yet here you were, dragging him by his collar into a kiss.

He kisses you back, like an idiot, childishly grasping his clothing-cladden frame against your face and savoring the small bit of heat huddled between where your lips meet.

His trench-coat, you remember, despite so many adjustments, is the same as usual, and it’s almost comforting to find he smells the same as well—floral, with hints of jasmine (mainly thanks to his favorite perfume). You remember that too.

Guess some things never change.

Perhaps he kept that mug after all, drank from it every day like he used to.

And perhaps, right now, he’s wishing back all the time you’ve spent apart, just like you are. Wishing you would’ve just talked like mature, capable adults. Figured things out.

Newsflash, you’re not mature adults. You’re two broken lovebirds fighting to find their song after being caged together, searching high and low for the perfect pitch when all you needed was a single note, a single start.

Positioning you where an arm wraps around your back, the other holding your cheek, he dips you as if in a ballroom dance, not kissing beneath a street light.

Everything is pretty in Hyunjin’s presence.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” You whisper, nostrils burning the longer you’re surrounded by snow, falling in hefty sheets at this rate.

He hums into your lips, maneuvering his head to kiss away the chilled tears beginning to froth upon your waterline. And in those moments, you feel so fragile, so weak in his touch.

Almost instinctively, his grip tightens oh so slightly.

“I really don’t want to lose you.”

And he laughs, a muffled laugh that nonetheless causes his shoulders to shake before delving further into your kiss, melting away every bit of anguish you felt, all the hurt and ache. Dissolved into nothingness by his lips.

Figures briefly illuminated by the light of the street lamp, you remain ignorant to the encroaching nightfall, the way the stars seamlessly blend with white snowflakes. Something out of a fairytale.

You’re certain you could’ve stood there forever, all numb and freezing cold.

But in love. So very in love.

For him you would’ve stood there. And the you still in denial without understanding this entire story would’ve died before admitting that.

This time, you’re okay with letting him finish the puzzle, create a song as lovebirds.

“You won’t, I promise,” He traces your cheek with his thumb. “Now let’s get someplace warm, shall we?”

Landing an affectionate peck to your burning red nose, he takes your hand, guiding you through climbing snow toward your hotel, sign reading “Hôtel de Vendôme” glittering in the distance.

In your opinion, however, it was too fleeting. A kiss you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for until it actually happened, till you pathetically craved it again and again.

Although, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gaining feeling back in your fingers and toes, treasuring the flicker of the fire crackling beneath a brick mantel. A few guests litter the lobby, dishing paper cups of hot chocolate left and right, taking the opportunity the mistletoe hanging above a long forgotten stairwell provides.

Christmas Eve and you’re beside the ex you swore you’d never spend it with, spend any time with generally. So surreal you simply cannot stop thinking about it, enough that you become too distracted to notice the mischievous glint in Hyunjin’s vision.

Well, before he points upward and you notice the dangling mistletoe.

And he kisses you again just like you wanted. Deeper, slower, like separating would cause you to break apart, carving your kiss into his memory for a second time.

Standing there, too lost in him to ever consider anything better than this, you begin to think maybe you’ll be able to finish that stagnant book of yours. Maybe it’ll be about two lovers turned two exes, whose trip to Paris might just have been the cherry on top to hurt feelings and broken love. Because, at the end of their tribulations, Cupid falls in love with Psyche.

And you begin to think—as the clock’s ringing announces midnight has arrived—maybe this Christmas will pass by on a good note.

No, you’re certain of it.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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zoandreez · 9 months

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hiding in plain sight . (prologue)

pairing: ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

summary: your mother worked alongside miles quartitch in the sky people battle. as a dreamwalker, similar to grace, she got pregnant (occurrence unknown.) after miles' death, the sky people retreated. you grew up alone on pandora, afraid of what was outside of your make-shift sanctuary, until one day you go hunting and bump into some of the sullys.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: like 2 seconds of angst

as you frantically scrambled around your hut of trees and leaves, a ripped (and mostly fluff-less) pillow, and organization of old blankets you found from the abandoned pods, the day you had been dreading for a few weeks had finally came.

you were out of food.

of course, for any na'vi this is no big deal, all they have to do is go hunting. however, in your case it isn't exactly that easy. the other omaticayan do not know you exist. your mother, jasmine brooks, worked for miles quartitch, who (you quickly learned) wasn't the best person to know on pandora. during the sky people war, your mother as a dream walker was concieved. although the answers to how are still unknown, you were born with five fingers, five toes, and eyebrows, resembling human features more than na'vi. the sky people had no time to react, and with no clue how to deal with you, abandoned you.

luckily, you were just about 3 years old when they abandoned you and understood the basics of life-- walking, peeling fruits and such. you had to train yourself to hunt, to make your own loincloths, and other necessities. you never went hunting much, in fear you would be discovered. so, once every three months, you would wait until night to hunt until the sun rose, to have enough food for the next few months.

the last cycle was five months ago, thank eywa for that. however, you knew you were too lucky, as your next hunting spree would need to begin today. in the morning. you had no food for the rest of the day, and you didn't want to hold out, you were skinny and rationed enough. you grabbed your bow and your arrows and carefully snuck out of your hut, beginning your day-long hunt.

about an hour has passed, and it seemed to be going great so far. you had quite a bit of spartan and yovo fruits to get you through for a week, and you decided you'd get your months worth stash next week. on your way back, you had begun to dig into a yovo fruit, one of the smaller ones, when suddenly you heard murmurs.

"tuk, keep up!" you heard a boy shout.

your ears tilted up as you turned your head in the direction of the noise. you said nothing as you backed away, afraid running would bring too much attention your way.

"bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" you heard another boy say, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

something about the scene, instead of scaring you, enticed you. you inched closer to the voices, finally stopping behind a tree. you peeked between two branches like a window as you stared at the 4. it was a na'vi boy, braids pulled back into a ponytail, leading the group. quickly following behind was a na'vi girl, younger than the rest, swaying her tail as she leapt across the log following him. a taller girl, strolled behind casually, as the human boy caught your attention, with a breathing mask on.

"she's such a crybaby." the na'vi boy huffed, and the steps on the grass you once heard stopped. "she's all, 'i'm telling! you're not supposed to go to the battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'"

the youngest one, most likely who tuk is, stuck her tongue out at the na'vi boy. you smiled at her remark. the older girl blurted out a quick "don't pick at her," looking at him with disapproval.

they continued on their path, and you quickly ran to drop your fruit off and follow them. it looked like they were heading to the pods, and miles' old suit. you passed by thousands of times, breathing in your mothers old mask or sitting in her pod (unfortunately someone seven, eight feet tall cant lay in a five foot pod.) you followed the familiar path as the four began to speak again.

"come on," na'vi boy spoke again. as he climbed up to the crashed ships, the three of the other companions followed.

"oh, sick." the human boy called. you began to walk further out, uninterested in the chance of "any dead bodies up there," that tuk claims to want to see. you followed the older na'vi girl, as she walked further into the nature. she brushed her fingertips against the branches and lifted her arms to twirl with the leaves, before eventually laying down in the grass. you stepped closer to her, before freezing. you saw the many atokirina that flew ahead of you, and calmly circled themselves onto the girl.

you stared in awe as she lay asleep, the spirit seeds of eywa sitting on her, before they buzzed away. it was like she just got blessed? you had no clue what happened, and reached out to one of the atokirina to graze it-

"hey!" your head whipped up to the human boy. you quickly took off, brushing past him. "what were you doing? get back here!" he shouted, dashing after you before he shouted.

"lo'ak! tackle that girl, i think she hurt kiri!" you looked around, for any signs of lo'ak, the now name-assigned na'vi boy. after not seeing him, you took off for safety before you were pinned down by lo'ak.

"who are you?" he blurted out.

"get off me!" you protested, twisting and turning as you reached for your knife.

he quickly stopped you, but froze when he grabbed your hand. slowly, he put his hand up to yours. it took you a minute to realize what he was doing, until you looked. your hands matched up perfectly, but that isn't supposed to happen unless..

"are you a dreamwalker?" you both asked, and looked at each other in shock. "what do you mean are you a dreamwalker? stop copying me. why are you saying everything i say? stop it!"

the human boy interjected. "wait, what are you guys talking about, 'dreamwalker?'"

"she has five fingers."

the boy turned to look at you, before walking up and looking at her hands. "so, what- do we take her to dad?" "no way, he'll kill us if he knew we came this far."

"he'll kill us if we don't tell him the sky people are back."

you watched the two argue for a moment, before lo'ak finally sighed and gave in. he looked back at you. "sorry dreamwalker, gotta turn you in to big boss." he said before tapping his neck, as you caught sight of the little mic he had.

"but i'm not a dreamwalker."

the boys both froze and looked at you. "so, what are you?" the human boy said.

"well, my mother was. i'm just.. a freak." you said, wiggling your pinky.

lo'ak hesitated for a bit, looking at you. he had no clue whether to believe you or not. he grew up thinking he was a freak for his fifth finger, his eyebrows, his demon blood. now, this girl that laid before him could be like him. or, she could be what he's sworn to not. a sky person. a demon. he pressed his mic.

"devil dog, devil dog this is eagle eye, over." he spoke.

after a moment, they heard static and then a male voice spoke. "eagle eye, send your traffic." the male said. you stared off into the distance.

"we found this girl, she looks like an avatar, but she says shes not a dreamwalker. she has five fingers though, and we've never seen her before." you had begun to wriggle under his grasp, not wanting to be caught. "let me go!" you protested.

"where are you?" the male on the other line said. lo'ak looked at the now returned human boy, with kiri, and hesitated before answering. kiri mouthed a snarky remark to lo'ak that you couldn't hear, but it made lo'ak wince.

"oh. we're.. we're um.. attheoldshack." he said quickly.

"who's we? who's with you?"

"me, kiri, spider... tuk."

you heard a faint gasp in the speaker on his neck, and looked over at tuk as she said to kiri, "is dad coming for us?"

"dad's coming for lo'ak's ass, definitely." lo'ak hit kiri on the shoulder, as he continued to lean on you with his knee on your back, one hand pinning your wrists together.

this just acts as a prologue for a series i have coming, i figured i should get practice writing in!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #navi x reader #demonbloood!reader #ao'nung x reader #aonung x reader #aonung x omaticayan!reader #ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

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juuuulez · 8 months

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📰 | part seven: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, father figure Negan my love, enemies to lovers/slow burn, kinda angst but not emotionally yet, graphic violence, attempted sexual assault, um this got kinda dark, also long.

summary: Once again, you are tasked with babysitting Carl, this time leaving Alexandria to find supplies. An unsuspecting attacker causes a rift in your feud.

eesh this is intense but also very succulent to write i LOVE LOVE LOVE some action!

also thank you all for 150+ followers!!! pls continue to send ideas to my inbox i’m absolutely eating it up <3

You’re really starting to get sick of this heat.

It’s sweltering, sticking your clothes to your skin, sweat patches running down your back and dampening the white tank you usually wear.

In favour of not being bitten, you wore the typical black jeans, which are doing absolutely nothing to combat against the unbearable heat.

Unfortunately enough, there isn’t any air conditioning in the Sanctuary, so you’d agreed to return once more to Alexandria with your father.

It had been a few days since your last impromptu visit, a week, actually. Though you’d previously been frazzled, irritated, you took the time to cool off and work through some pretty ugly emotions back at home.

Now, it was down to business, which meant giving strict orders to Saviours on where to check, what to take. Making sure everybody wrote things down, followed their routine.

“Woah, woah, woah! What do we have here?”

Your head snaps in the direction of Negan’s voice, who is standing at the gates, leaning against an old, beaten down car with the engine on. As you approach, the familiar outline of a sheriff’s hat comes into view through the rear window, and you almost want to turn away and forget you even saw anything.

“Now, I sure as shit hope you weren’t planning on leaving unsupervised.” Negan jousts at the teenage boy, still leaning against the passenger side.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where this is leading, and you shoot your father a tired little glare. “Can’t Dwight do it? Or, I dunno, anyone but me?” You plead, not exactly in the mood to be in a confined space with Carl once more.

For all you knew, he might swerve off the road to try and kill you.

Negan doesn’t let this slide, “Nope! You’re an excellent babysitter, doll. Best girl for the job.”

You bite your tongue against any sort of protest, still having not revealed the true extent of your last encounter with Carl. It would only cause unnecessary stress, you deducted.

At the beginning of this whole apocalypse, Negan had been cagey about letting you do just about anything. It only took a one bad incident to turn on his protective mode, and you felt like maintaining your freedom for a little longer.

“Fine.” You sigh, but instead of climbing into the passenger side, you skirt to the other end of the car. “Out, now. Leave the keys.”

Carl glares at you with an open mouth, clearly displeased about not only having his trip hijacked, but now being ordered around. “I can drive.”

“Don’t care. I’m not gonna risk you goin’ AWOL.” You tell him, unfortunately deadly serious, much to the boys’ dismay.

With an angry scoff, Carl departs from the drivers side, instead getting into the passenger chair. You sit down, leaning over to adjust the seat in order to ensure your feet would reach the peddles.

With Negan gone, having departed to keep a keen eye on the Saviours, you reach into your belt and pull a small handgun from the holster. This catches Carl’s attention, as he’s never seen you carry a gun before.

You hand it to him.

“One bullet,” You instruct, tone more serious than he’s ever heard from you. “Don’t fuck this up. It’s emergencies only. You’re lucky I don’t just let you die out there.”

He accepts it wordlessly, not wanting to push that very thin boundary.

The sweltering heat is worse in the car, harsh metal keeping the thick air inside, and you doubt it had any working cooling system.

Luckily, this proved to be less of a problem as you begin driving, the air whipping past your faces and offering a slight relief.

Carl gave you directions, but after the third instruction, you were beginning to get a little fed up.

“Why don’t you draw me a map?” You suggest, one hand on the wheel while the other brazenly fishes around in your back pocket, managing to pull out a small notepad. “Then I don’t need to listen to your voice.”

“What, like you can read?” Carl comments, a snide remark that contrasts the fact that he does take the notepad, flicking through pages in order to find an empty one.

His eyes are drawn to the little graphite sketches that adorn the pages, his thumb tempted to swipe the paper back and have a peek, but he resists.

A few moments later, and Carl hands the notepad back to you, which you hold in front of the wheel in order to get a good look. Your brows furrow, finger tapping against a strange looking blob.

“What’s this?”

Carl leans closer, brows pinched as he looks at the drawing. “A tree.” He says, as if it were obvious, despite the artwork being significantly less than professional.

“Okay?” You take your eyes off the road, giving the boy a confused, critical gaze. This only feeds into his temper, where Carl suddenly takes the notepad from your hands, drawing a few more scribbled lines on the so-called ‘leaves’ of his tree.

“So you know where to turn,” He specifies, like this would solve all of your problems, “At the end of the road. There’s a tree.”

You struggle to find your words for a moment, unsure how the simple action of drawing a map has just made this more confusing. “There are trees everywhere, dumbass. That isn’t helpful.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s a big tree,” Carl scoffs, throwing the notepad back onto the dash, opened so you can see it. “This wouldn’t be happening if you just let me drive.”

“Oh! Okay,” You turn to him, “I would have let you drive, had you not tried to shoot me. So, fairs fair, asshole. This is your fault.”

“I said I was sorry!” Carl retorts loudly, uncaring of how you’re no longer looking at the road, or about how fast the car is travelling.

You roll your eyes, “That doesn’t count. Murders don’t get let off scot-free just because they said two puny words.”

“That’s barely comparable!” He continues to push the conversation, all that pent up anger and frustration towards your adamancy against him starting to bubble up. “It’s not my fault that you’re, like, deranged or something.”

That was it.

You slam your foot on the breaks, sending the car skidding a few dangerous meters ahead. In that time, you brace yourself against the steering wheel, but Carl jolts uncomfortably against the seatbelt.

“What the fuck—”

“Get out.”

He looks at you like you’re actually insane, trying to decipher whether or not you’re being serious. But you only stare at him, glaring actually, jaw clenched in irritation.

“Get out!” You tell once more, needing Carl to get the message that you simply can’t be around him anymore. Not with all the arguing and bickering, it was getting on your last nerve, and you just needed some space to breathe.

With a huff, Carl obeys, but not without slamming the door shut. You run a hand raggedly through your hair, starting the car up once more and placing your foot on the accelerator.

“Fuck you!” Carl yells as you drive off, giving you the finger in hopes that you’ll see it in the rear view mirror. You probably didn’t, but it makes him feel a little better anyway, like he got the final word in.

But as the car disappears against the horizon, he’s left there, on the dusty road in that horrible summer heat. Sweat already sits on his nape, making his shirt uncomfortably sticky, and now he’s tasked with walking the rest of the way.

All because of your tantrum.

With the advantage, you make it to the abandoned gas station in record time. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from where you’d ditched Carl, so you knew that he would be fine walking. You weren’t that cruel.

It’s relatively run-down, and you can only spot a few walkers mingling near the store’s back end. You keep your bat held tight, stalking through broken glass and tipped shelves to find anything of use. Whilst you don’t know what Carl had in mind for this trip, you could make a few assumptions, and managed to collect a small pile of minimal medical equipment, snacks, and even some baby food.

It was peaceful, actually.

Maybe a little too peaceful.

Slinging the bag of supplies over your shoulder, you approached the car once more, intending to drive the way back and pick Carl up along the way. He shouldn’t be too far off, at this point. You lean over, starting the ignition and popping the boot open, letting the supplies rest there.

But as you circle around, something catches your eye. A shiny glint on the ground. You poke it with your boot, only to realise that it appears to be a small razor blade.

Dread floods your system, and as you bend down to inspect the peculiar object, it hits you.

The tires, each one of them, have gone flat. Air completely let out, slashed. Unusable.

No escape.

You clench your jaw, rising to your feet once more, the metal bat still in hand. Someone was here. With what intentions, you didn’t know, but you could assume it wasn’t good.

Cautiously, you take a few steps backwards, towards the gas station. You watch the open space ahead of you, eyes steady on the treeline, inspecting for the most minute of movements that could betray the whereabouts of this potential attacker.

Except it doesn’t come from behind.

One steady thunk and your head is colliding with the concrete wall, to which the shock causes you to drop the baseball bat, one hand clasping the wall and the other digging your nails into the wrist of your attacker.

A firm hand has collected your hair, gripping onto your ponytail, fingers pressed into your scalp. You fight and squirm, but the body of a much larger man presses behind you.

With your stuff in the car, you can only imagine what he might want.

Despite this, you don’t scream, teeth clenched as you struggle to evade his grip. A harsh stomp to his foot assists your escape, where you’re able to land one solid punch square to the man’s jaw, before his leg swipes your balance out, sending you crashing to the concrete.

You almost twist onto your stomach, but the attacker is too quick, once again fisting your ponytail and slamming your face into the ground. One, two, three and you finally stop struggling as vigorously, blood and mucous caked all over your face, mixing in with chipped cement and dirt from the floor.

But the baseball bat is so, so close.

There’s one hand still in your hair, another on your back. Now waist, then stomach. Gross, burly fingers circling the button of your jeans.

A singular moment of weakness is all you need, where he’ll let his guard down, and you can leap for the bat.

Unfortunately, you know what form this weakness comes in.

You’re panting like a wild animal, trying not to squirm, carefully calculating your next move until suddenly there’s a loud pop then whistle that whirs past your ears, the sound almost making you flinch, before the weight of your attacker slumps against your body.

Crimson blood drips down onto your shoulder, coating your neck and back, the cold shock helping you regain enough consciousnesses to shuck the dead body from your smaller frame, scurrying out from underneath him.

The pavement is searing hot against your palms, you can even feel the burn through the thick material of your jeans. As you sit up on your haunches, looking around, you spot him.

Carl, crouched behind a few bushes, tentatively lowering the handgun.

One bullet.

As he begins to approach, you wipe some of the blood onto your arm, smearing the disgusting gunk further around your skin, which is still persistently dripping from your nose and mouth.

Gravel has surely made its way into the open wounds, but you do nothing about it. Not now, at least.

Carl approaches you slowly, putting the handgun back into his holster, and that genuine look of concern on his face makes you feel sick.

When he gets close enough, arms reach, you bristle and firmly shove him away, sending him stumbling a few steps backwards.

“The fuck did I say?!” You yell at him, directing all your rage and anger towards the corpse lying at your feet, back at Carl. “Emergencies only. What happens now, huh? I don’t have another bullet!”

He looks completely shell shocked by your outburst, not having accounted for such a reaction. But it doesn’t matter, as you’re still shouting, even as he stands there dumbly and watches.

“I had that under control!” You grunt, once again wiping at you nose, which runs with a mix of snot and blood.

When you garner no reaction from Carl, this frustration only continues to fester. You lean down to the ground, swiping up the baseball bat and clenching it hard in your palms.

You approach the body once more, and with one hefty swing, completely obliterate the man’s skull. Later, you would claim this was being proactive against potential walkers, but in the moment in was nothing more than revenge.

When you’ve entirely crushed the skull, you move on to the neck, spine, arms, torso. Anything. There comes a point where you’re no longer hitting to destroy any evidence of what happened, but hitting simply to feel some semblance of control. Blood spurts onto your jeans, some even reaching your tank, a darker colour that contrasts with the bright red of your own.

“Hey, hey. Cool it.” Carl is saying from behind you, and when you show no acknowledgment of his words, he reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off, but otherwise drop the bat, letting it clang harshly against the concrete, rolling a few feet away and leaving a gorey trail.

At this point, you try to clear your head, take stock of the situation. The tires are slashed, deeming the car useless. It was beginning to enter late afternoon, and though the days were hot, the nights were freezing. Not only that, but all this shouting has likely attracted whatever walkers you’d hoped to leave unsuspecting.

Finally, you spare a glance back at Carl, who’s been watching you this whole time. It looks like he’s on edge, waiting, ready for whatever you’re about to do, however irrational. A few specks of blood have made its way onto the sleeves of his flannel, where you realise how close Carl has been standing to you, even during the little outburst.

“Fine,” You mumble, answering his unspoken question. “No point heading back. Best push the car into some shade, camp out there for the night.”

Carl takes this as permission to contribute, though he still speaks to you with a level of cation. Mentally, you accept this as fear, but you know very well it’s actually concern. “I know the area pretty well. There’s a cabin not too far off, it was clean last time I checked.”

It’s reasonable, even if the idea of following Carl into the woods makes goosebumps rise on your skin. You’d rather not, especially now that he’d used the sole bullet, which you had none of on hand.

You chew on your busted bottom lip, nodding, accepting this makeshift plan. “Yeah, okay.” You sigh, almost sounding defeated, but nonetheless you pick the bat off the ground and stride back away from the gas station, not bothering to consult Carl any longer.

This was going to be a long night.

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negandarylsatisfaction · 5 months

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[SUMMARY: Negan and Glenn’s sister grow feelings for one another without her knowing who Negan truly is or what he has done.]

Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.

Negan and Cindy

Negan was now apart of a group you had been staying with for the past year. Neither of you knew much about each other but it was clear the two of you enjoyed spending time with one another. Week after week looking for one another, feelings grew.

Negan had a past just as you did, but neither of you spoke of it and you liked it better that way.

That afternoon Negan sat with you to eat like he usually did. The two of you would take breaks around the same time to accompany each other and talk.

“I have a little something for you” Negan proceeded to pull out something wrapped in a blue cloth. Unwrapping it slowly he revealed a book.

“Oh, you got me a gift” you responded playfully with a smile.

“Mhm” he smirked proudly as he handed you the book.

“Oh…” the look in your eyes instantly dropping, he furrowed his brows not sure why the sudden change of expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just-“

“You don’t like it”

“This was my brothers favorite book” you whispered, a faint smile appearing on your lips as your hands brushed down the cover. Negan looked down at you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s ok, it’s nice to have some reminders of Glenn” Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.

“Glenn” Negan repeated in a hoarse tone making you look up.

“Yes…I don’t speak of him much…he was killed seven years ago..” you looked down at the book.

“His wife explained to me what happened but…I still don’t know who did it. She never liked mentioning his name…I don’t even know what happened to her..” you looked up with a sarcastic laugh.

“What’s new though right?” you turned another page as Negans jaw clenched. His body tensing with the information he was just given.

How the hell could it be?

Negan had no knowledge of having any other family but Maggie.

“Sorry…didn’t mean to ruin this surprise” you looked up noticing an almost disturbed look in his eyes.

“You ok?” You placed your hand on his making him quickly pull away.

“I need a drink” he abruptly stood up walking towards the bar your sanctuary was lucky enough to have. You stared at him confused as you grabbed the book and quickly followed.

Negan grabbed a bottle pouring himself whiskey chugging it down quickly.

“Negan-I’m sorry” you caught up to him.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. I love the book”

“You didn’t ruin a thing, doll” he responded without looking back at you taking another quick chug.

“So then look at me” you watched as Negans broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to look you in your innocent brown eyes knowing what he had done. Knowing you wouldn’t want anything to do with him if you knew the truth.

Without saying a word he stood up and left the room with all strength he had, refusing to look back at you. Your heart felt as if it sunk deeply into the pit of your stomach. There was no explanation as to what made him suddenly act this way. After many weeks of getting to know one another, spending time together, this was a side of him you weren’t familiar with.

You refused to let it end this way.

Barging into his bedroom you found Negan looking out his window brushing his hand through his hair. He almost seemed stressed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He turned to you as you shut the door behind you.

“What the hell did I do? And don’t tell me nothing because clearly there’s somethig”

Negan sighed.

“You didn’t do a thing, sweetheart”

“So why are you acting weird after you gave me this book?”

He couldn’t find the words to say as you looked up at him clearly upset. The slight scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brows, your hand on your hip, there he was distracted again by any little move you made.

“Cindy. You should leave” his voice was low.

“I’m not leaving” you responded, he pressed his lips together clearly frustrated that you wouldn’t listen.

“It’s for your own good”

“What the hell would you know what’s good for me?” Even through all the attitude and stubbornness, he couldn’t help but be caught up in the intense attraction he had for you. All he could do was stare down at you with so much going through his mind at once.

“Oh you have nothing to say now, huh?” You tilted your head looking up at him when he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you. His body pushing you against the wall as you wrapped your arms around him. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with what he knew but fuck, it was hard to ignore how much he wanted you. You let him kiss you as his lips trailed to your neck making you moan.

“God damn you, why couldn’t you just listen to me?” He whispered as his hands roamed down your body. His lips never leaving yours as you both fell onto the bed together removing one another’s clothing.

Sex with Negan was like nothing you had felt before. He was passionate yet dominating, his hands holding your hands down as he nibbled on your earlobe. Your body ached to feel him closer, closing your legs around him tightly, Negan swore right then and there he would cum. Each touch sending shivers through your body, you had wanted this for so long.

Once he finished you could feel his heart racing against your chest, his panting against your ear.

“Fuck” he suddenly uttered but his tone confused you. It wasn’t a curse of satisfaction, it almost sounded like regret.

“What’s the matter?” You asked as he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Nothing, doll” but you could see it in his eyes.

“You didn’t want to do this?”

“Of course I fucking did” before you could say another word he kissed you gently. The guilt Negan felt in that moment he knew he deserved to feel.

He fucked up and there was no going back.

The thought eating up at him he abruptly stood up and began to get dressed.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta go” was all he could say as you sat up.

“I’m in your room Negan. Where on earth could you be possibly going?”

“Look-“ he stopped to turn back to you as he buttoned his pants.

“I’ll be back alright. Just give me a damn minute” he walked out leaving you in his bed confused and upset all over again.

Deciding to leave his room, you didn’t care if he was coming back. It wasn’t fair for him to continue acting this way without any proper explanation. Heading to your room you locked the door and got into bed, you had enough for the day.

Once Negan returned to his room, he was disappointed but not surprised to find you had left. He looked at his bed and cursed at himself, throwing his jacket against the wall. Negan hated his past and now it had come back to haunt him.

The next few days you went about your duties at the sanctuary helping clean up around the town.

A little over a week had passed and you hadn’t said a word to Negan, it angered you that he didn’t have a word to say himself. You stood on your side beginning to work as Negan was across from you in a baseball cap. You turned the opposite way, ignoring his presence he looked up at you and instantly tensed up.

Digging through the dirt to plant some crops you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t dare to look up.

“Cindy” hearing his voice unexpectedly caused you to freeze.

“Cindy..look at me” you could hear the regret in his voice, he knew he was wrong.

“Now you have something to say?” You looked up at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Look-“

“Look nothing. If you wanted to just fuck me you could’ve told me that, I’m not a little girl. But playing this whole game acting like you cared-“

“It wasn’t a game” he quickly defended himself.

“I wasn’t just trying to fuck you, that’s not what this is” he insisted.

“I don’t care what this is or was anymore. I’m over it” you lied as you reached in your bag.

“Here, you can take this gift back. Give it to the next woman you want to fool” you threw the book he gave you at his chest and walked away.

Tears streaming down your face, you hated that you had any feelings towards him. Wiping them away you ran into one of the leaders who expressed there would be a new group that would be joining.

A man, a boy and two women.

You were asked to prepare spare rooms and did as you were told happily to distract yourself.

A few hours later you were told the new comers had arrived, it being your job to show them the town and their rooms you waited by the gates when a very familiar face came out of the car. The sun in your eyes you placed your hand over your brows when the woman looked back at you making direct contact.

“M-Maggie?” You whispered in shock before realizing a young boy stood before her. You hadnt seen Hershel since he was four.

“Cindy” she ran to you with Hershel as tears welled up in both your eyes.

The two of you had so much to catch up on. So distracted with Maggie and Hershel you hadn’t thought of Negan. Hershel colored on the floor as Maggie and you sat at the table in your bedroom having a drink when you heard a sudden knock. You sighed as you stood up and opened the door to see it was Negan. Maggie’s cup slipped right from her hands as she stood in shock with who was before her.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You looked at Maggie confused.

“You know him?”

“Cindy get away from him” She responded, her eyes never leaving Negan.

“Maggie what is it?” You looked at her confused before looking back at Negan. Shock and guilt in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Cindy-“ he took a step towards you.

“You back away from her now” Maggie interrupted.

“What the hell is going on?!” You looked back at Maggie. Anger like you had never seen before, rage in her eyes as she stood with her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“You didn’t think to tell her about Glenn, did you?” Her words making your heart skip a beat.

“Glenn?” You whispered as your eyes met Negans.

With just that look you knew…

“It was you..” you felt as if you couldn’t move, your chest felt tight as you placed your hand over your heart looking away. You felt numb, this couldn’t be it, could it? The man who had feelings for being your brothers killer?

“Cindy..” you looked up at him to see eyes of defeat.

“You knew..” you whispered.

“No…no I didn’t know until you mentioned him-“

“Don’t believe a word he says, it’s all apart of his sick game.” Maggie rushed behind you. Negan wouldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Cindy I swear I didn’t know at first”

“That’s why you acted like that after I mentioned him” you chuckled sarcastically in disbelief.

“I slept with you and….and you-“ covering your lips in disgust you shook your head. You couldn’t believe yourself.

You couldn’t believe him.

As shock subsided an anger like you had never felt before grew inside you. Anger that burned in the pit of your stomach, anger you couldn’t control you suddenly looked up and with both fists shoved Negan back.

“Get out!” He stumbled a step back with the same look of guilt.

“Cindy-“

“You heard her-“ Maggie stood in front of you blocking Negans view of you. He looked down at Maggie taking a deep breath before she slammed the door in his face.

Turning to find Hershel watching all that had just occurred, Maggie pulled you to the corner of the room as you began to cry. Negan could hear your cries standing just outside the door.

Disappointed in himself was an understatement..

“I trusted him Maggie, I trusted him!” You angrily whispered.

“You didn’t know” she attempted to comfort you.

“But he did…how could he be so…-“

“Evil? I’ve asked myself everyday“ Maggie placed her back pack on.

“Tomorrow we’ll talk to the leaders here and they’ll have him removed and I’ll be outside waiting for him” she explained making you raise a brow.

“Waiting for him for what?”

Maggie stopped in her tracks, looking up at you as if she expected you to know.

“Cindy…I’m not letting him get away again.”

“So you’re gonna kill him?” You whispered.

“Of course. It’s been too long-“

“But Maggie-“

“He killed your brother, don’t tell me you’re having an ounce of sympathy for this monster.” She quickly snapped. The truth was, you were angry, you were hurt, a part of you wanted to attack him yourself but…a tiny piece of you couldn’t simply shut off the feelings you had for him.

God you wish you could.

“What, you wanna let your brothers killer walk?”

“I know-“ you caught yourself getting loud and composed yourself.

“I know he killed my brother, Maggie. You don’t have to keep emphasizing that and I’m not saying to let him walk”

“Then what are you saying, because the look in your eyes is telling me your not in this and this ain’t right coming from you. You shouldn't second guess anything.” You rubbed your face in frustration not knowing what the hell to say.

“I don’t know dammit,”

“Well when you decide whether you want to stand for your brother or not you let me know.” She turned away from you as if you were no longer in the room. Angrily you walked out slamming the door and headed to your room.

This couldn’t be real, a man who you were sharing laughs with, time with…a man you grew to care for..he was responsible for Glenn’s death. The book Negan gifted you sitting on your nightstand, you threw it across the room when you heard a knock. You sighed, the last thing you wanted was to hear anymore lectures from Maggie.

“Maggie I already told you-“ you opened the door stunned to see Negan. Your lips parted in shock before you abruptly tried to slam the door shut just as he stopped it with his boot.

“Get out!” You screamed slamming the door again as he pushed it back with his hands.

“I just want to talk god dammit!”

“So you force yourself into my room” you backed away from the door as he let himself in.

“The only time I can actually talk to you with out your-“

“My brothers wife?”

Negan took a deep breath with furrowed brows.

“Look, you have every reason to never want to see me again but I only found out after I gave you the book.”

“And you still slept with me…knowing..” your voice shook in anger.

“Nothing can change what I did seven years ago but I promise you I’m not that man anymore, my feelings for you are real if it counts for anything. I know you don’t want to see me, I just needed you to know I’m sorry even if you never forgive me. I never meant to hurt you, Cindy.”

“Too late for that.” You whispered looking away.

“Cindy-“

“Get out Negan” your voice was calm but he knew you meant it. Without saying another word Negan turned to leave, opening the door you were both surprised to see Maggie standing on the other end.

“Magg-“

“I see you’ve made you decision, Cindy” Maggie ignored Negan before her looking at you in the back of the room.

“I haven’t made any decision, Maggie”

“Oh, it’s clear you have” she turned to Negan.

“And it’s a shame you let a monster manipulate you over your own brother.”

“That is not true!” You began to get upset walking towards the door but Negan didn’t move, standing between you both hearing what Maggie had to say.

“Oh yes it is. You should be ashamed of yourself, you don’t even know this man…God knows how youll end up if you stay with him-“

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Negan stepped forward tilting his head but Maggie stood her ground.

“Oh please-“ she began to laugh sarcastically.

“She’s in for misery and suffering if she stays with you, we’ve all seen what you’re capable of.”

“You think I’d hurt her?” He furrowed his brows.

Maggie silently shrugged her shoulders.

“You just better hope she’s not in the crossfire when I get to dealing with you because I won’t care who I have to get through to hurt you.”

Negan squinted his eyes staring down at Maggie, another step towards her.

“And you think I’d allow that to happen?”

You stood silently behind him hearing what was said.

Maggie didn’t respond, rolling her eyes she turned away and walked back to her room. Negan turned to you as you looked away.

“You can leave” you almost struggled to say…clearly apart of you not feeling this way. Negan didn’t fight your request.

“I’m not gonna let her drag you in the middle of this, her problem is with me, not you, Cindy. I won’t let that happen.” He assured you before leaving you at the door. Quickly you closed it unsure of what to feel at this point. None of this was right, none of this was fair…all you knew was that there was no easy decision to make.

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kimi240302 · 1 year

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Bad Idea

A/N: As always, a warning. English is not my native language and I use an app to translate my stories into English.

Summary: Y/N hates her uncle Aegon and tries to avoid him. However, he has other plans with his niece and does everything to make her his. Aegon has only forgotten that Y/N is not the innocent little girl everyone believes her to be.

Aegon Targaryen x niece!reader

Words: 3.2k

Main Post / House of Dragon Masterlist

This is the second part to Mind Games

Aegon does not force woman to have sex in this world!!!!!!

18+ I am new to the whole smut writing so please be nice

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" Desire brought them together

love kept them together"

- Me

Before any more questions could be asked, Y/N jumped up. With that, everyone's attention fell back on her. "I forgot that I was going to fly out with my dragon today." Without waiting for anyone's answer, she was gone.

" Is everything okay with you?" Daemon eyed his daughter with a raised eyebrow. Looking up from her breakfast, Y/N blinked several times. " Yes. Why?" Before her mother, who had been watching her daughter the same way, could say anything, the door to the room opened. " Good morning family." Sang Aegon literally. Everyone paused in their actions and looked at Aegon in confusion.

" You know brother, this is breakfast, not dinner?" Aemond watched Aegon sit down next to their mother with a grin and put some food on his plate. " I know dear brother and?" Alicent looked at her son dumbfounded.

" You're usually too drunk to attend." Daemon interfered. Aegon, playfully hurt, put a hand on his chest, " You wound me uncle." The king gave a snort, which Aegon ignored. " In fact, I didn't take any alcohol yesterday, so I thought I would join the family breakfast." " What managed to keep you away from wine uncle?" Jace looked at him with interest. " I discovered something with more flavor." He grinned and glanced unnoticed over his cup at Y/N. She slumped a bit more in her seat, which did not go unnoticed by Aemond.

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It was getting dark, which meant she had been on her little island all day thinking. Aemond also stood up. "What doesn't change Y/N?" "Aemond I will be queen someday and I need someone at my side who can rule seven kingdoms with me. Aegon is not even able to get his own life under control." She took a deep breath." Means no matter what my feelings towards him are, I need to marry someone who can take responsibility soon and it won't be Aegon."

" For someone who didn't want anything from my brother, your teeth sure marked him up pretty good." Rolling her eyes, the young Targaryen continued to stare out over the sea. " I regret showing you my sanctuary." She grabbed a handful of sand and let it slip through her fingers. Aemond sat down beside her.

" What happened? Did Aegon-" Y/N interrupted him. " No. You know better than anyone, he wouldn't be alive." Nodding, he muttered, " If not from your own hand, then from your father's or mine or your mother's. I think the list would be long." Lost in thought, she nodded.

" I don't know why I let it happen Aemond really don't." Y/n was disappointed in herself. Aemond gave a soft thoughtful sound. " Maybe because you like him more than you want to admit?" The younger Targaryen closed her eyes. "Maybe." Aemond looked at her in surprise. " But that doesn't change anything." Y/N stood up and patted the sand off her pants.

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Aemond reached out and grabbed his niece's upper arm as she tried to turn away. He pulled her towards him and exhaled in annoyance. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you won't find anyone who adores you as much as my brother does. Likewise, you won't find anyone who has as much value for you as Aegon." " Not everyone is lucky enough to marry the person they love, like you!" She snapped out of it and literally stomped in the direction of her dragon. " You are right not everyone is that lucky and I know you helped make this possible for me." Confused, Y/N stopped and turned to Aemond. " How do you know that?" Aemond chuckled softly. " I know many things dear niece." He stopped in front of her. "I know that you talked to my father and made it clear to him that Heleana and I really loved each other and so the fate of us had turned. I have the wife I wanted and children with her. You have already given me my future place as your hand, haven't you? With this you allow me to be one of the most powerful men and a good role model for my children." Annoyed, she nodded. Of course Aemond knew that she wanted to make him the queen's hand.

" Then you know I only want the best for you Y/N. Take my advice as your future closest advisor and don't waste the love for my brother. The country needs not only a strengthened regent but also a happy one!" Y/N nodded thoughtfully. " Aemond no matter what I will do. Aegon doesn't want the title of king." " Good thing he is only Consort and not the person who has the say. Otherwise I would never have opened my mouth, but would have looked for you a husband."

Laughing, Y/N boxed Aemond against his shoulder. What this perceived only with a grin.

" Mother will kill me if she catches me now!" It was pitch dark by now. Aemond and Y/N were standing in front of the castle, thinking how to get in without falling into someone's hands.

" Let's take the passage around the back. No one knows that but us and it leads directly to our own respective rooms." Aemond pointed to the back of the castle where the entrance to the tunnel systems was.

In the middle of the many tunnels, Aemond and Y/N had separated because they had to go in different directions. With her hands out to the side, Y/N made her way along the walls. She paused, however, when her right hand accidentally pushed open a door that was slightly open. Y/N's heart quickened. Not knowing exactly whose room she was standing in front of, she was worried that she was about to face her father or mother and get the telling off of her life. But Y/N heard something else.

She felt her whole body tense up. " Why do I have to catch him every time he…." Aegon's voice interrupted her quiet outburst of anger and Y/N's eyes widened at the sight presented to her through the crack of the door.

" Stay down!" Aegon pushed the blonde haired girl's face into his mattress as he thrust into her from behind. The young woman tried to hold on everywhere, but Aegon didn't even really let her breathe or moan out loud.

The Targaryen closed his eyes as the images of his niece came back to him. Sprawled naked before him on her bed, her face twisted in pure pleasure, the feel of her skin under his fingers, and the taste of her. " Y/N!" He moaned freely. After all, the one below him was one of the whores he regularly had come to the castle and he paid her to help his imagination along.

" You can go then." Aegon's voice was cold. It brought the young Targaryen out of her thoughts. Y/N immediately turned around and literally ran into her room.

Startled, Y/N held her breath as she listened to her uncle repeat her name over and over as his movements quickened. The silver-haired girl wanted to turn away, to just leave, but she couldn't tear herself away from the sight of her uncle.

Even if she didn't want to, Y/N couldn't stop her thoughts. She imagined how she would be the woman under Aegon. Which brought back memories of his hands on her naked skin and his tongue exploring her body. With her teeth clenched tightly, her hand went into her pants of its own accord. Slowly her fingers began to circle on her bundle of nerves as Aegon's voice rang out again, moaning her name. This went on for several minutes until Y/N's legs began to shake as Aegon literally screamed her name out loud like a prayer and came inside the woman. Unknowingly, he helped his niece reach her climax at the same time. With a suppressed moan and a guilty conscience, Y/N had to stop herself from falling to the floor of the tunnel.

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Y/N had avoided Aegon like the plague. She had surrounded herself with her studies, resumed her combat training, and locked herself in her study. Where she even slept. Y/N couldn't stand the thought that Aegon was one room over, again screwing someone who wasn't her, but moaning her name in the process.

" You are avoiding me!" Aegon had moved to stand in front of his niece's desk and looked down at her seated form. " Before you complain again, I knocked on the door of your study. You just didn't listen."

At the sound of Aegon's voice, goosebumps formed on Y/N's skin that she neither wanted nor could keep down. She closed her eyes for a moment to get her breathing under control.

Opening her eyes and looking stubbornly at the parchment in front of her again, she tried to ignore his burning gaze. " No, I just don't have time for you." Aegon chuckled quietly. " What are you doing here Aegon?" Her uncle leaned down, propped both palms on the massive desk and tilted his head.

" To see if my favorite niece is still alive. You've been in here for days." The silver-haired Targaryen looked up to reply, but that was her downfall. When her eyes fell on his lips and the hungry expression in his eyes, her body tensed again.

With a quick movement, she stood up, turned away from him, and stood with her back to Aegon, at one of the many windows.

Her uncle followed hers and stood right behind her. Aegon placed one arm against the wall next to the window, the other on her hip. His head buried in her open hair, where he breathed in her smelling of roses. " How long are we going to do this stupid back and forth game?" The hand that was on Y/N's hip slowly moved up her back until it reached the hair at the nape of her neck. There Aegon brushed Y/N's hair out of the way, put his hand back on her hip and let his lips meet the now exposed skin. Y/N moaned out as Aegon applied more pressure to her hip, pressing his body closer to hers. Her hands went to the windowsill in front of her where she tried to dig in. She felt Aegon applying more pressure with his hips with each additional kiss on her skin. Y/N could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

" Aegon!" Y/N turned to him. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away from her a bit. With an annoyed sigh, he let go of her. But before Aegon could say anything his niece interrupted him. " I will not sleep with you Aegon!" " Why not, you want it too?!" " Because I'm not one of your sluts for one night! Even if you like to pretend that they are me." She didn't want to say the last, but Y/N couldn't stop it anymore. Aegon's head cocked to the side. " Where from?" " Does it matter?" " Y/N, first of all I want more from you than just one night and…" " What exactly do you want Aegon?!" Her uncle's hand tightened on the wall next to her. " You as my wife! Even though I keep finding that you drive me crazy!"

Surprised, she looked at him. " What?" " You heard me right. I want to marry you." "With me comes the throne you hate so much." Amused, Aegon expelled air from his lungs. " You sit on the throne as queen and I serve the queen as her devoted husband. My butt will never feel the throne, unless you want to ride me on it. I would have no objection to that then." Annoyed, Y/N looked at him.

Aegon looked deep into his niece's eyes, "Iksan aōhon se nyke va moriot emagon issare, ao sepār emagon naejot finally mazōregon nyke hae bona (I am yours and I always have been, you just have to finally accept me as that.)" There was a brief silence and Aegon feared Y/N would send him out. But she leaned towards him, his gaze fell on her lips and as his niece closed the last few inches between them, he kept his eyes open for a few more seconds to look at her closing eyelids and to be exactly sure. That if he closed his eyes, she would not simply disappear.

Y/N wrapped her arms around her uncle's neck and pulled him even closer. Aegon meanwhile placed both hands on her hips and squeezed gently. He would wait to see how far Y/N would go. What surprised Aegon even more then were the next words Y/N spoke.

"Jaelan ao uncle ( I want you uncle)!" Murmured Y/N without opening her eyes after they broke away from each other for air. She nipped at Aegon's lower lip, then opened her eyes after all to see his reaction, blinking innocently at him through her eyelashes.

Aegon looked down at his niece, searching for doubt and uncertainty in her gaze. But was confronted with his niece's almost burning lilac eyes. Tightening his grip on her hips, he pushed her backward against the wall and let his lips slam down on hers.

"Before we go any further…", Y/N squeezed harder with both hands. Aegon got wide-eyed and wanted to protest, which turned into a moan. " No more sluts. I'm the only woman in your bed or I'll make sure you won't be able to bed anyone anymore. Do you understand?!" Aegon just nodded and tried to move his hips faster as his hands buried themselves in Y/N dress. His head lowered to her chest as his moans grew louder. She took her hand away from his cock and pulled it out of his pants. The hand on his neck squeezed a little tighter. " I asked you a question Aegon!" Swallowing he looked at his niece again. Aegon wondered when he had lost control and Y/N had taken it over. But if he was to be honest with himself, he enjoyed it. " You are the only woman in my bed and in my life… My Queen."

Aegon lifted his niece by her thighs and carried her to her desk. Without thinking twice, he threw everything down and seated her on it. Immediately she spread her legs to let him between them.

" Tell me to stop, I'll do it and we'll wait until the wedding night…" Laughing, Y/N looked at him. One of her hands moved from his shoulders , right into his pants and grabbed his now hard cock. Slowly she started moving her hand up and down. Aegon almost choked on his own spit as he groaned in surprise.

" I thought you were always the innocent one of us all." His voice was no more than a whisper as he began to thrust his hips towards Y/N. Grinning, she shook her head. Her free hand went to Aegon's neck and squeezed a little. Immediately her uncle moaned loudly, which only increased Y/N's grin. For she knew right then that she had her uncle at her mercy.

Y/N's lips touched his again and her hands started to unbutton his top, which ended up with his pants in some corner of the room. Aegon grabbed Y/N by the waist and lifted her off the desk. Surprised, she cried out. " Aegon, what are you doing?" He turned her around and began untying the strings that held her dress in place.

Every inch of newly exposed bare skin, at her back he blessed with a loving kiss. Groaning, Y/N stretched her back and propped herself against her desk. When Aegon had worked his way through the many layers of Y/N's clothing and she stood naked before him, he turned her around by your shoulders. Again he let his gaze slide over her body. Aegon had to grin, because he just realized that this body would be his for the rest of his life. His to touch, his to admire.

Y/N looked closely at her uncle, placed her hand on his neck and pulled him to her again. Aegon bent gently down, placed his hands on his lover's thigh a repeated time and lifted her up. As he did so, they both moaned into the kiss. Aegon turned to face the couch and sat down with Y/N. Looking down at him from above, she grinned. " So you like it when the woman is in control?" Y/N put her hand around his neck again and squeezed. Aegon moaned as his hips moved up and hit Y/N's now wet pussy. Barely noticeable, she flinched and moaned out. " Only you my queen!"

Y/N lowered her lips to his. Ran her fingernails of her free hand over the skin on his chest, all the way down between the two's bodies. Aegon's grip on her hips grew stronger and she was sure in the morning his handprints could be seen. She grabbed her uncle's cock and held it tightly so she could lower herself onto him.

Aegon let go of her lips and moved to her neck to her breasts, where he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while one hand massaged the other breast.

" Aegon!" Y/N had settled completely on top of him. He released her breasts and looked at her with lust in his eyes. " I like the way my name falls from your lips." Y/N rolled her eyes and began to slowly move up and down. Aegon's hands again found hold on her hips where he helped her find the right rhythm. His lips quickly found their place back on Y/N's breasts as he moaned her name over and over.

The silver-haired Targaryen picked up her pace, burying her hands in her uncle's hair as she did so. She pulled on them so that Aegon had to look at her again. Their lips met again.

" Who do you belong to?" Y/N's grip tightened in Aegon's hair and her gaze intensified. Aegon moaned out and noticed that his cock got even harder and started to twitch slightly. Which caused Y/N's walls to tighten around him. " Only to my queen! Only you!" Y/N sped up even more and Aegon tried everything not to come immediately.

The young Targaryen leaned forward to his ear. " My good boy!" Aegon groaned loudly and arched towards her. He knew he should be embarrassed, but he didn't want to hear anything but just that. So he nodded and pulled her to him for another kiss. His fingers placed Aegon against her bundle of nerves and massaged it.

" By the gods… Aegon right there!" He intensified the pressure and quickened his pace. " Aegon I…" He just nodded and noticed how they both climaxed together.

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Exhausted, Y/N let herself sink against Aegon's body. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her forehead. His cock was still deep inside his niece, but neither of them wanted to move right now.

" What else did I want to tell you dear niece." She whimpered slightly. " What's next?" " It is still not proper to watch others, especially not through a crack in a secret door." Aegon immediately noticed how Y/N tensed. Which elicited another groan from him and her. Y/N rose slightly to look at Aegon. When she saw his self-satisfied grin, she knew she had to do something about it. Again she began to move her hips painfully slowly and came close to her uncle. " It's also not proper to moan another woman's name and try to copy her look!" Aegon was about to say something, but Y/N grabbed his neck with one hand and his hair with the other. " I think I still have to teach you that!"

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Desert Rose

Chapter 9 ~ Sophia?

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 5k

In this chapter ~ After processing the panic and loss the group members had faced, they found themselves held up on a highway as one of their vehicles unfortunately broke down on their way to find sanctuary somewhere else. Though in the midst of searching through the other abandoned cars that lied there, a sudden herd of walkers began to tear through the space. But that's not the only thing that goes wrong as someone suddenly disappears.

It had been a whole week, seven painfully long days, and we were still on the road, trying to find some place to stay since the CDC quite literally went up in flames. I found myself feeling better now that I processed everything the past couple days, assuming it was just the initial shock that made me so reserved. I began to keep my head up in hopes that it would bring us some kind of luck when finding a place. Though the last week hasn't felt very lucky.

And the whole Daryl situation, I pushed it out of my mind completely. I'm a big girl, I wasn't going to mope around about how a man hurt my feelings, hell no. Especially since he hadn't really been that much of an asshole since then so that was a plus. I didn't dwell on it.

All of a sudden I looked back up when hearing two honks coming from the RV, causing all of us to slowly pull over to a stop right behind the giant vehicle. The group made their way out of their parked cars to crowd around where Dale was standing as he opened up the gas tank.

"I'm almost out of gas." he informed, "There doesn't seem to be anywhere we can fill up for a couple hundred miles"

Shane sighed heavily before looking around to the many vehicles we still had, lined up perfectly on the side of the road, "Well, what if we siphon the gas from a few of these cars and narrow it down a bit?"

Everyone seemed to quickly agree with that idea, mostly because we had pulled over in the middle of nowhere and the quietness that lingered made people grow uneasy. We all decided on keeping the RV, Carol's car, and Daryl's pickup for the time being, cramming into as few cars as we could. Everyone began to venture back to move our things and get situated in the new vehicles, when I noticed Daryl in the bed of the truck taking his brother's motorcycle out of the back.

My brows furrowed, "What are you doing?" I asked him.

He stopped to glance up at me, "M' gonna use the gas in the truck for the motorcycle, it don't run out as fast."

"Oh, okay." I replied before swinging the passenger door open.

I could hear Daryl start to pick up the bike again to move it slowly and carefully down to the ground, while I gathered all my things from the floor of the car. The door closed with a slam behind me as I made my way to the RV, going to ride with Glenn and the others.

"Where do ya think yer goin?" I heard Daryl call from behind me.

I turned around to face him again, "The RV." I stated, "You're not taking the truck anymore."

He smirked at me, "Well, there's two seats on a motorcycle, don't know if you realized that." he said smugly.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm aware."

"Then why you goin to the RV?" he asked.

I stayed completely silent as I shrugged, not wanting to give him the real answer. I knew he would probably poke fun at me if he knew the real answer. But also my silence was the only answer he needed as his smirk only grew, the wheels turning faster in his big head.

"Yer not scared? Are ya?" he asked as he tilted his head.

I scoffed, "No."

He then gave me a pointed look. I caved. "Okay, fine, maybe a little." I admitted.

Then he started to quietly chuckle to himself, ducking his head to the ground to try and silence them, "I've never ridden on one before, alright?"

"It's simple...all ya gotta do is hang on. That's it." he said while starting to siphon the gas into the bike.

My mind pondered over it as I watched him. I did trust him, but I never really liked the idea of riding on a motorcycle, no matter who was driving it. It made me uneasy, seeing the thing was nowhere near safe in my eyes.

But after debating with myself for a few painfully long seconds, I finally muttered. "Fine."

I saw him look up and smile at me in victory before I turned around headed into the RV to put my bag and the rest of my shit in there. Though a few short minutes of everyone siphoning gas and getting adjusted into the different cars, it was time to hit the road again to try and find a safe place to stay for a while.

I dreadfully made my way back over to Daryl, where he was already sitting there waiting to go. He sensed immediately how nervous I was, only giving me a subtle nod in reassurance as he waited for me to get on. I sighed deeply to myself in regret, before slowly getting on right behind him, placing my arms hesitantly around his waist, trying to ignore how fast my heart was beating. I couldn't tell if it was because I was getting on a death machine or because of how close I was to him...or both.

He tensed a little when I wrapped my arms around him without warning, but I felt him slowly begin to relax after a moment. Once he saw the RV moving, he started the bike up and revved the engine loudly a few times before we started moving to catch up with it.

I felt him then subtly glance back at me, almost as if to make sure I was okay before doing something that would make my stomach flip.

Suddenly, we started going much faster and he began to smile before bringing the bike up quickly to do a fucking wheelie. I yelped and tightened my arms around his waist, tightly shutting my eyes and all I could feel was his laughter vibrating through his body at my reaction. I hit him on the chest, and I could practically feel the cockiness radiating off of him. Asshole.

We drove quickly down the long roads, the wind whipping me in the face for what felt like days as I clung to Daryl the entire time. I hadn't really opened my eyes the entire time he drove, only wanting to get it over with faster before I never trusted him again. The small wheelie he did almost made my heart fly out of my ass.

But my face scrunched in confusion as I felt the man slow down drastically, taking a chance to open my eyes the smallest bit to see what was going on. Though my eyes widened at the sight, seeing we had come across a highway with a shit ton of cars scattered all over the place. Everyone else seemed to notice at the same time what we were dealing with, slowing down drastically once we saw how many there were.

Daryl realized quickly that the RV was too big to get through, and he picked up his pace again to drive around and align himself with the window to talk to Dale.

"See a way through?" the old man asked.

Daryl nodded briefly before we got in front of the vehicle to lead the way. He swerved through the narrow path gracefully, gliding past them carefully as he tried to lead them as best as he could. It was all going fine, until we heard a loud pop and two honks come from the RV, the rest of us pulling over to see what was wrong. Daryl and I got off the bike once it came to a stop and he shut it off, turning back to see Dale came out of the RV looking pissed, popping the hood of the RV.

"I said it didn't I? A thousand times I said it, dead in the water." he ranted out loud.

"Problem Dale?" Shane asked.

"Oh, just a matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of-" he cut himself off suddenly once he glanced over to see I was looking through one of the abandoned cars. "-okay that was dumb." he finished.

"Can't find a radiator hose here." Shane said.

Daryl came over to where I was and glanced through the window, "But there's a whole bunch of stuff we can find." he said.

"We can siphon more fuel if anything." I said.

"Maybe some water." Carol suggested.

"Or food." Glenn piped in.

"This is a graveyard." Lori stated nervously, glancing around at all the cars and noticing the bodies that lied in some of them, "I don't like this." she concluded.

I just stared at her, glancing towards everyone else who seemed to be thinking the same thing, before we all collectively dispersed to see what supplies we could find despite her subtle protests.

"Yeah alright, spread out see what you can find." Shane said awkwardly as he watched most of us walk away.

I headed towards as many cars as I could, looking through every place to make sure they were completely cleaned out before moving to the next. I ended up finding some water bottles, a few canned vegetables, some shirts, and a larger sharp knife that looked almost brand new. Maybe this highway is what we needed as we already seemed to be running low on supplies. I'd say it wasn't a total setback.

After making a few trips back and forth to the RV and back out towards the highway to drop off the things I found, I settled on searching another green car for anything new. My eyes stayed down as I searched, though feeling someone walk up to me as I picked through the backseat.

It was Rick who made his way over, leaning up against side of the car, "Hey, how you doing?" he asked.

"I'm good," I smiled. "Why do you ask?" I questioned as I dug through some older boxes.

"Well, I know you were a little shaken up from the CDC...just wanted to check up on you." he replied.

A smile broke out onto my face. Well, that's adorable. "I mean we all were shaken up about it." I said, and he nodded in agreement, "But I'm fine, just trying to get past it. How are you doing after all of that?"

"As good as I can be. It was a lot but...I'm thinking we'll be alright, hopefully find a place sooner than later." he shrugged.

I could tell there was something else on his mind, something more than what happened at the CDC, but I wasn't going to ask. I figured if he wanted to tell me about it, then he would eventually, but not now. Not when we were currently stuck here for however long Dale took to fix the RV.

But I nodded at what he said and watched as he walked over to another nearby car to look through it, just as I slowly went back to mine. I was slightly disappointed to find there was nothing worth taking so I stepped back with a sigh, my eyes searching around absentmindedly to find a different car.

But I didn't make it very far before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, while their hand went over my mouth knowing I would scream. I turned back in panic, only to find Rick was the one holding me, with a frantic look on his face. My hand rose to push him away from me, but he quickly put his finger up to his lips. That caught my attention as he slowly removed his hand from my face, and ushered me under the car right next to us.

I grew very confused as we both slipped under the car, until I heard the walkers, a lot of them, slowly making their way down the highway and through the cars, seeing the amount passing us just through the small opening visible under the vehicle. My hand instinctively grabbed Rick's in shock as I covered my mouth so I wouldn't attract any of them towards our hiding place, and prayed that a group this big wouldn't find any of us. Rick looked over at me and slowly placed his other hand on top of mine, to try and calm his nerves a bit as his breathing picked up drastically from the shock.

All I could think about at that moment was all the others that were scattered around the large space. I knew all of them were smart enough to hide, to get out of sight, but still anything could happen. Especially when it came to something as big as this.

It felt like ages before the last few walkers made their way past us, both Rick and I letting out a sigh of relief once they slowly seemed to continue to move along down the endless highway.

But all the tension seemed to rebuild in a second when we heard a scream. An ear-piercing scream. I whipped my head in the direction of the sound to see Sophia being chased by two walkers off of the highway, towards the tree line and into the woods just to the right. Rick didn't hesitate. He let go of my hand quickly and scooted out from under the car as fast as he could, booking it towards the woods to save her as he pulled out his gun.

"Rick, wait!" I whisper yelled, but he was already too far away to hear me.

Letting out another breath, I got out from under the car to see if everyone else was okay. The walk was long and almost painful as I made my way back to the RV where I assumed they would meet up, the anticipation was beginning to kill me. But finally, it began to come into view, as I seemed to be the last one to make it back as all eyes immediately went to me once they sensed movement coming towards them.

Carl was the first one to rush over to me the second he saw me, his feet slapping loudly on the ground as he ran forward to tackle me in a hug. I couldn't help but smile as I bent down to hold him tightly, making sure he was alright before moving down the line. Glenn didn't hesitate to wordlessly pull me into his arms, breathing a sigh of relief as he seemed to still process the shit show that just went down.

My eyes then opened and found Daryl over Glenns shoulder, and he slowly made his way up to me. I managed to slip out of Glenn's hold as the man approached me slowly, hesitantly placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it a little.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah, you?"

He nodded as he slightly chewed his lip, and then did something I didn't expect him to do. He gave me a side hug and rested his chin on top of my head for a second or two, before ducking his head and moving back to grab something from his bike.

My eyes softened as I watched him for a moment as he walked away, my heart fluttering the smallest bit at the action I never would've guessed he would dare to do. I found myself smiling knowingly to myself. Maybe, just maybe, he cared a bit more than I realized.

But my smile seemed to vanish in a split second when I caught sight of Carol who was sobbing in Lori's arms for her daughter. Her head continued to lift up from time to time to watch the woods ahead of her in anticipation, but there was nothing. Nobody else said a word as we all silently waited with her, watching to see Rick coming up over the small hill with Sophia safe in his hold.

It felt like hours had passed before everyone seemed to perk up the smallest bit of something rustling in the trees. Rick emerged from the woods looking absolutely exhausted, but when I saw he didn't have Sophia, my heart broke even more for Carol.

"Where is she?" I asked him almost immediately.

"She didn't make it back up here?" he asked with concern in his voice.

We all shook our heads.

A crushed look passed over his face, but didn't linger for long as he racked his brain for what to do next. He quickly ushered me, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn to help go back and look for her to have more eyes on our surroundings. We didn't seem to make it very far into the woods before Rick stopped walking and pointed to a small tree trunk where he had told her to hide.

He stated that this was where he left her and the last place he saw her before he left to take care of the walkers. But upon looking around the area, she was absolutely nowhere in sight.

"Sure this is where ya left her?" Daryl asked first, looking around the hiding spot for any sign of her.

"I left her right here. I drew the walkers way off in that direction," he pointed east, "Right up the creek."

"Without a paddle...seems where we've landed" Daryl spoke.

Rick then sighed stressfully, "She was gone by the time I got back here, I figured she just took off and ran back to the group. I told her to go that way and keep the sun on her left shoulder."

My eyes stayed pinned to the ground as he talked, trying to see if I could find any of her tracks when I noticed Glenn was conveniently standing in the way. I opened my mouth to say something, but Daryl quickly beat me to the punch as he noticed too.

"Hey short round, why don't ya step off to one side. Yer mucking up the trail." he snapped.

Glenn looked down as soon as it was drawn to his attention, awkwardly moving to the right side to be out of the way as he muttered an apology. I continued to move around him, trying to make out which way she went with all the other tracks surrounding her trail which only made it more difficult.

"Assuming she knows her right from her left." Shane suddenly muttered.

My eyes snapped up to fix him with a glare, "Are you fucking serious?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm dead fucking serious." he snapped.

"Hey, hey, enough, she understood me just fine." Rick stepped in before I could say anything else.

Shane huffed and continued, "Kid's tired and scared man. She had a close call with two walkers. Got to wonder how much of what you said stuck."

"Well, I got clear prints right here." I announced as I pointed to the ground, "She did like you said, headed back to the highway."

When I was only met with silence, I looked over my shoulder to see they all had their eyes on me with a somewhat shocked expression. Daryl then came up behind me to see if what I found was actually true, his eyes glancing back to me slightly impressed.

"You can track?" he asked me.

I nodded as if it was obvious, "Yeah, my dad used to take me and my sister hunting all the time. How else do you think I survived that long on my own? Luck?" I asked.

He only shrugged, "Guess I learn somethin new about ya every day." he said as he nudged my shoulder.

I smiled with my eyebrows raised before we headed off to follow her trail. From what I could see they weren't as fresh, which meant she was further away than I originally thought, causing the disappointment to resurface. It fell silent between all of us as the rest of the men followed behind Daryl and I. But I noticed that she started going a completely different direction towards the left after only a few minutes of following the path she left behind.

"She was doing just fine till right here, all she had to do was keep going. She veered off that way." Daryl said.

"Why would she do that?" Glenn asked.

Shane shrugged, "Maybe she saw something that spooked her, made her run off."

"A walker?" Glenn questioned.

"There's no other footprints but hers." I replied.

Rick piped in, "How about you and Glenn go back up to the highway," he said to Shane, "People are going to start panicking. Let them know we're on her trail doing everything we can. But most of all keep everyone calm."

"I'll keep them busy scavenging cars. Keep them occupied." Shane nodded.

After the two of them quickly went off, it was silent between us once again. I knew we all had the same exact question on our minds, but no one dared to say it out loud as if putting it out into the universe would change everything. I could tell Rick felt extremely guilty for leaving her in the first place, but how could he have known? It was just an accident and something that he couldn't control.

"Tracks are gone." Rick suddenly stated, looking towards the ground with furrowed brows.

I shook my head, "No, they're just faint. She came right through here." I said, pointing through the small bushes she pushed through.

"How can you tell? All I see is dirt and grass." he replied.

I just blinked at him while Daryl spoke up, "Ya want a lesson on trackin, or you wanna find that girl and get our asses off that interstate?"

Rick seemed to sallow his words as he nodded, keeping quiet as we both followed Daryl deeper into the woods. We walked for a little bit longer, staying low to the ground, before we heard the familiar moans from a lone walker approaching.

I stepped up immediately, getting my knife ready as I spotted it through a few scattered trees. My arm raised as I threw it straight at its head as soon as it started to take notice to us. A sigh left my lips as I walked over to it and pulled the knife out, wiping the blood off on its shirt before putting it back into my belt.

"This walker fed recently." Rick stated as he got low to the ground to examine it.

I tilted my head as I looked down at it, "How can you tell?" I asked.

"Skin under the fingernails." Rick listed, "And in its teeth."

"Only one way to know for sure it's not her." Daryl hinted as he then glanced towards me, "Can I use one of yer knives?" he asked.

I began to reach from my smaller one, but then remembered what I found earlier in one of the cars. The knife was very sharp and bigger than my throwing knives, having a few little divots in it towards the handle that reminded me of a key. In my mind it would work better than the duller ones that I had that desperately needed to be sharpened.

I reached behind my belt, "Here." I muttered before pulling it out and handing it over.

He took it from my hand and did a double take when he saw it, "This is new," he stated to my surprise, "When'd ya get it?"

"In one of the cars. I thought it was a good find." I replied with a shrug.

He nodded and didn't waste any more time before he raised the weapon in the air, bringing it down harshly and beginning to cut the walker open. The smell was always the worst part about these things and it's something I'll probably never get used to. I stood off to the side as I watched the scene in slight disgust, scrunching my face up at the sounds.

They looked inside the walker for a few long moments, fishing around through its dark guts before finding out that it wasn't Sophia and just a random animal. How they could tell the difference, I had no fucking idea. But at least it wasn't her.

Relief seemed to fill us once we knew for sure she was still alive out here. But we needed to start heading back, knowing it would be nearly dark by the time we made it back up to the highway.

The last thing any of us wanted to do was leave her out here for the night, but we didn't really have another choice. We wouldn't be able to track her down in the dark and would only be going around in circles hopelessly until the sun rose again. So, we made the tough decision after debating for a few minutes, to head back and give the news to the others.

As we trucked through the woods, Daryl started asking me when I started to learn how to track suddenly out of the blue. I actually saw him get a little excited that someone shared the same interest as him, even if he tried to not show that he was, I knew. It was almost amusing seeing him talk about the things he liked to do most, and I answered every question he threw at me.

We seemed to get lost in the conversation until Rick announced we were almost there, barely being able to see the road through the trees. I was a little disappointed that our talk seemed to get cut short and by the looks of it, so was he. Now the guilty feeling was just washing right back over me the second I saw Carol's disappointed and fearful face.

Her face dropped the second she saw us appear from the woods, "You didn't find her?" she asked almost instantly.

"Her trail went cold. We'll pick it up again at first light." Rick said.

"You can't leave my daughter out there on her own, to spend a night alone in the woods." she continued, her voice breaking towards the end.

"Out in the dark's no good." Daryl advised, "We'd just be trippin over ourselves. More people get lost."

"I know it's hard but I'm asking you not to panic. We know she was out there. We have to make this an organized effort, Daryl and Rose know the woods better than anybody. I've asked them to oversee this." Rick said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Carol's eyes then trailed down to the blood splattered lightly on Daryl's clothes, "Is that blood?" she asked frantically.

"We took down a walker, but we know it wasn't near Sophia." I spoke.

"How?" she asked me.

"We cut that son of a bitch open, made sure." Daryl said.

Carol's sadness then slowly started to turn into anger right before our very eyes as she looked at Rick, asking him how he could just leave her alone like that. I knew he was trying to stay calm with her, but I could also clearly see he looked stressed enough, not needing a guilt trip from the sobbing mother. I just stayed completely silent as I looked down at my feet, while they only seemed to go back and forth with each other.

But the conversation ended with her voice still saddened and broken, "My little girl got left alone in the woods." she said in disbelief before turning away from the man, not daring to say another word.

That's when I started to feel even more terrible, feeling like I didn't do enough to help her. Maybe I should've gone with Rick, or maybe I should be out there right now continuing to look for her.

Not knowing what to do at that moment, I just walked off, away from everyone. I heard my name being called by Glenn, but I ignored him, I just wanted to be alone for a little while. I knew he would understand when I explained everything to him in the morning, but for now I just wanted to be left by myself as I processed one blow after another.

I made my way to sit down on the hood of one of the abandoned, rusted cars I looked through earlier that day and just tried to decompress after everything. How it all seemed to happen so fast; just like that she was gone. How easy it was for her to just get lost in hardly any time at all while Rick turned his back for only seconds. It only made me worry more that we didn't find anything other than the trail she left behind, and even that went cold.

I then found myself rolling my eyes at the heavy footsteps that slapped loudly on the concrete, making their way over to me.

"Just leave it alone Glenn, we'll talk tomorrow." I muttered, not turning to face him.

"It's me."

I glanced over my shoulder to see Daryl standing there looking a little worried, while I still said nothing. He took my silence as somewhat of an invitation as he hesitantly made his way to the hood of the car and sat down by me, looking above him at the night sky. I silently appreciated these moments I had with him, simply because he understood when I didn't want to talk. He would just sit there and not speak unless I started to first. He had only done it a few times, but each time I seemed to appreciate it more and more.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" I joked, referring to one of the last times we sat like this.

He huffed a small laugh before turning to face me, "Nah, just wanted to make sure yer okay."

I smiled at him and scooted a little closer before I let my head fall onto his shoulder for some type of comfort. He tensed a little bit but not even a second later he began to relax. We didn't say anything else, just sat there listening to our surroundings and staring at the hundreds of cars still scattered in front of us.

That was until I heard a small "oh." come out of his mouth like he forgot something. I looked over to see he had pulled out the new knife I gave him earlier, dangling it in front of my face trying to give it back. I lifted my head slightly and shook it, leaving him looking at me in confusion.

"Keep it." I said simply.

His brows pulled together, "Ya sure?" he asked.

"Trust me I've got plenty." I assured.

He smiled at me in appreciation before putting it back wordlessly while my head fell back on his shoulder, only this time, he didn't tense.

~ Thanks for reading!

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ultimate-sword-showdown · 1 year

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Sword Showdown Bracket Round 1

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Jack/Sumarbrander (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) vs. Sword of the Creator (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Doomblade (Kirby) vs. Dawnfang/Duskfang (The Elder Scrolls)

Sword of Protection (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Leo's Katanas (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Rose's Sword (Steven Universe) vs. Sasha's Heron Swords (Amphibia)

Serenade (Dead Cells) vs. Sunsword (Dungeons and Dragons)

Caliburn (Sonic and the Black Knight) vs. Blue Rose Sword (Sword Art Online)

Sword of Sanctuary (Lego Ninjago) vs. Stygius (Hades)

Ghirahim/Sword of Demise (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword) vs. Myrtenaster (RWBY)

Riptide (Percy Jackson) vs. Sword of Heroes (Kung Fu Panda)

Sword of Light (Dragon Quest) vs. Buster Sword (Final Fantasy VII)

Aegislash (Pokemon) vs. Sword of Night (DC comics)

Sword of Fire (Lego Ninjago) vs. Ninja Sword (Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja)

Lucky Seven (Xenoblade Chronicles 3) vs. Aatrox (League of Legends)

Zangetsu (Bleach) vs. Wirikidor (The Misenchanted Sword)

Galaxia (Kirby) vs. Masamune (Final Fantasy VII)

Pure Nail (Hollow Knight) vs. The Blade of Ahrah (Dust: Elysian Tail)

Excalibur (Arthurian legend) vs. Exor (Super Mario RPG)

Demon Blood Sword (Adventure Time) vs. E-Ming (Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven’s Official Blessing)

Nightblood (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Holy Moonlight Sword (Bloodborne)

Sword of Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride) vs. Murasama (Metal Gear Rising)

Grass Sword (Adventure Time) vs. Tessaiga (Inuyasha)

The Transistor (Transistor) vs. Firelink Greatsword (Dark Souls 3)

Diamond Sword (Minecraft) vs. Fusion Sword (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children)

Dragonslayer (Berserk) vs. Fierce Deity Sword (The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask)

Sting (Lord of the Rings) vs. Crissaegrim (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night)

Falchion (Fire Emblem) vs. Sword of Dios (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Darksaber (Star Wars) vs. Need (Valdemar)

Brisingr (The Inheritance Cycle) vs. Stripes I & II (Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt)

Master Sword (The Legend of Zelda) vs. Beacon (The Adventure Zone)

The Sword (Cardcaptor Sakura) vs. Glamdring (Lord of the Rings)

Excalibur (Soul Eater) vs. Eyelander (Team Fortress 2)

Monado (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs. Mortal Blade (Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice)

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heykoonsy · 1 year

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Word Count: 1.4k +

Pairing: OC x Danny, OC x Jake

Summary: The world was overtaken by vampires nearly a century ago, leaving the displaced humans of the world at their mercy. We follow Charlotte on her journey to the Sanctuary after her family is killed on the mountain she called home. However, finding a rumored safe haven proves nearly impossible for her…until she strikes up a deal with four powerful vampires.

Content Warnings: 18 + for graphic themes such as gore, fear and death

This is the final chapter, please read the first seven chapters here.

Chapter 8: The Death March

Charlotte could sense that something was off with the boys. They were normally rowdy–but it seemed that being close to their destination gave everyone the blues. She understood that they had gotten close over these last few days, but this was always the plan. Charlotte would miss Sam and Josh and Danny. She’d long for Jake for she didn’t know how long. But this was still what needed to happen.

Charlotte began to recognize that they were close to the net she’d been stuck in–she remembered the odd amount of space between the trees. She shook her head. It couldn’t have been more obvious that there was a trap lying in wait. If she hadn’t been so distracted, she would have realized it sooner. She was lucky to escape with Jake yesterday.

She played the night's events over in her head for the hundredth time. She felt an ache between her legs that she’d been feeling ever since. Her legs cramped from their upward position and there was some lingering pain below. It was an ache she could live with, because it would leave her soon enough. The physical pain always left after a while, didn’t it? It was the other pain that stuck around. Really hung its hat, darkening your doorstep for far longer than you’d intended.

Charlotte kept her eyes focused on the ground as they came up on the tree she’d been tethered to yesterday. “Looks like they replaced it,” Charlotte said calmly. She traced her finger along the pieces of exposed net.

She felt the boy’s eyes on her, but moved towards the head of the pack. “We’re close, right?” She asked.

“Yeah,” came Jake's strained reply.

After another half hour of walking, Charlotte stopped. There, just beyond the tree line–was the Sanctuary. She ran ahead, making sure she stayed hidden in case they had spotters. From the edge of the trees there was a large stretch of grass before a tall line of metal fences. In the center of it all was a large brick building. Charlotte studied the building, noting that it was four stories tall.

“It’s so big,” she said aloud.

She saw what looked like thick tree trunks connected by black lines surrounding the entire property. It looked like they went on forever, branching out for miles past the Sanctuary. Charlotte wondered briefly what her life would be like inside there. All she knew was it was a farm and they used syringes to collect blood from humans. It looked so…official. And with such tall walls surrounding the building, there was no way in or out aside from the large gate towards the front of the property.

“Jake,” Josh said, his voice wavering with emotion.

“Don’t,” Jake said.

Charlotte turned around, the first thing she saw was all three of the boys staring intently at Jake.

“What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked.

“This is the Sanctuary?” Danny asked. He looked at Charlotte, eyes searching her expression for an answer.

“Humans call it that,” he shrugged.

Sam glared at Jake, “And you led her here anyway?”

Charlotte gave them a look. “Guys?”

Just as Charlotte was about to step in between them, Josh threw a sucker punch at Jake, colliding with his jaw. He stood there, face tilted to the side. He looked at Josh, eyes burning with anger.

“Yeah, I led her here anyway.”

“You know what they do here!” Danny yelled at him, his hands shaking with anger or fear or both.

“This was you tricking her, wasn’t it? For the barn. You couldn’t just let it go!” Sam yelled, pushing him backwards harshly.

Josh put his back against a tree and slid down until his ass hit the ground. “Fuck, Jake.”

Danny looked at Charlotte, who was standing behind them all as they screamed at Jake. “Charlotte…” he began but trailed off.

“You gonna tell them, or am I?” Jake said nonchalantly.

Charlotte stepped forward. “I’ll tell them,” she said.

Charlotte took a minute to look at each of their faces. There really was no easy way to say this was there? They genuinely had no idea what the Sanctuary was–and they were furious at Jake thinking that he had tricked her. But she was the one deceiving them, all along.

“I already knew,” Charlotte said, her voice faltering.

Josh was silent, choosing to hide his face in his hands.

Sam began to pace, his hands threading through his hair–messing up the braid he still sported. His mouth fell open out of pure shock, and he stilled for a second. When he looked back at Charlotte, he went back to pacing. “No, no, no…” he kept repeating.

Danny looked at Charlotte, “You knew? This whole time?”

Charlotte looked him in the eyes–seeing nothing but pain, anguish–fear. She nodded.

Danny turned his back to her, choosing to pace alongside Sam. “There has to be somewhere else,” Danny said under his breath.

“There is nowhere else,” Jake said bitterly.

“What about the undocumented safe houses?” Sam asked, snapping his fingers.

“They’d only be safe for as long as they stayed undocumented. And they’re few and far between.” Jake said.

“You’re not helping,” Josh yelled at Jake.

Danny stopped and looked at Charlotte. “This is what he found back then, right? Your dad?”

Charlotte looked up, eyes trained on him. “It is.”

“Then why would you want to go here!? This isn’t what he wanted for you, you said it yourself!”

They all looked at Charlotte.

She felt the anger deep in her chest and it rose like flames. “Because I’m giving up, Danny!” The tears stung her eyes. “None of you know what it was like–the weeks before we met.”

They all watched her, Sam and Danny stopping in their tracks.

“My dad and I got back from a hunting trip–my mom, Paisley, Brax–they were killed while we were away. And when I thought we’d survived the worst of it–my dad–” She choked on a lump in her throat. “My dad was torn apart right in front of me.”

“Charlotte,” Danny started to walk closer to her. She backed away from them.

“Those vampires held me down and made me watch. And when that wasn’t enough they held my mouth open and dripped his blood into it.” Her body shook, but she held back the tears. “So I’m giving up.”

“Charlotte, please.” Danny begged, he fell to his knees, grabbing at her pants. “You can’t go in there, you’ll never come out.”

She grabbed his hand and held it in her own. “I know,” she assured him, “that’s why I’m going.”

Sam went to Jake, “Did you even try to talk her out of it!?” He screamed. “You knew all this time!”

Jake stood there for a moment. Then he looked back at Charlotte. His eyes were bloodshot and there was a trickle of blood coming from a split lip. “I tried everything,” his voice cracked.

Charlotte looked down, feeling her heart sink in her chest. In retrospect, she realized that he was trying to talk her out of it the whole time–but she never considered it a possibility. Because there was their reality–and then there was hers. They had a life outside of these woods–she’d known it from the start. They had jobs and families and ambitions. All she had was hunger, fear and loneliness. With the Sanctuary–at least two of those things would disappear alongside any mark she’d made in this world.

“This is goodbye,” Charlotte said. She turned towards the treeline.

“Wait,” Sam said, rushing up to Charlotte.

She turned around, and Sam collided with her, scooping her up into a big bear hug. She hugged him back, so tightly she was sure that she’d left marks on him.

“I’m going to miss you,” Charlotte said as tears fell from her eyes.

Josh stood up from the tree and made his way over to her. He hugged her, breathing in her scent. “You won’t go hungry in there, at least.”

Sam and Josh looked at Danny, who was sitting on the ground in front of them. He didn’t look up at first…clearly overwhelmed by everything. Charlotte knelt in front of him.

“I know you don’t agree–but this is what’s best for me, Danny.” Charlotte pulled him into a hug.

He said nothing, dumbfounded by everything. He nodded and hugged her back, breathing in her scent one last time.

“Jake,” Sam said. “Say Goodbye.” He sniffed.

Jake looked over at Charlotte, he drew in a long inhale and exhaled–any protests leaving with the air exiting his lungs.

“I love you, Charcoal.”

Charlotte heard the words, and for a moment, she couldn’t hear anything other than her own heartbeat. But she shook off the pain in her chest. She adjusted her pack and turned around again. She raised her hand and waved, eyes facing forward–towards the second safest place for her in this world.

THE END

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