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request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x teen daughter reader

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request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Third person pov...

5 year old Henry La Montague runs into the house giggling, he shrugs off his school bag and runs into the living room and jumps onto the sofa, before he can he is grabbed by someone that person being his Mum.

The blonde eyes widened "Mumma your home!" He yells his mum is never home early. JJ laughs at her sons shocked face. "Hi baby!" She says equal excitement.

15 year old Y/N Jareau rolls her eyes as she walks into the house hearing her Brother laughing. She continues texting on her phone, she gets to the bottom of the stairs before her name gets called.

"What Mum!" She yelled, she got no answer annoyed the 15 year old walks into the living room where her mum and little brother where.

She crosses her arms. "Yes Mum?" She asks the woman, JJ looks around at her daughter ans puts Henry back down. "Hey Honey, I need you to babysit Henry tonight, I've got to run off to work for a bit" she says Y/Ns goes silent before an angry look appears.

"But Mum Hollys holding a party tonight you said I can go last week, I can't watch Henry!" She exclaimed throwing her arms down, JJ looks at her daughter.

"Well I'm sorry, you have to stay home, it's only a party" she said, before Y/N storms off upstairs, a door slamming can be heard from downstairs.

"She's Grumpy!" Exclaims Henry making his Mum laugh before he squeals with laugher when thrown over her shoulders.

Time skip...

A couple hours have passed since JJ left for work, Will was working a late shift and wouldn't be home until midnight, which left Y/N and Henry home alone.

Henry was downstairs watching his TV shows happily singing along and playing with his toys, which left Y/N upstairs in her room.

The teenager was currently sitting at her desk doing her hair, she was going to thr party she doesn't care what her Mum says.

As she gets ready she remembers Henry. "Shit! I can't can't leave him home alone" she exclaims before having an idea, it's a stupid idea but it might work.

The teen Continues to get ready, once she was done she grabs her bag and phone and walks downstairs ans into the living room.

The 5 year old is still watching his cartoons. Y/N walks over to her brother and kneels down next to him, the 5 year old looks at his sister. "You look pretty N/N" she says smiling adorably at her.

She smiles at him. "Aww thank you Hare-bear" she says ruffling his hair. She checks the time 10 minutes. "Hey Hare-Bear, you know that party my friend is having" she said, this made Henry look up at her.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" She asks him, Henry thinks for a minute before nodding his head. "You do, well then you have to not tell Mum or Dad okay, it's a secret between us" Says Y/N holding out her pinky.

"Yes sissy" Says Henry linking his pinky with her, Y/N grins. She then gets Henrys coat and grabs his bottle of water for him.

A car horn is heard outside. "They're here!" Yells Y/N before grabbing her stuff and picking up Henry. Thebtwo then get into thr car with Y/Ns friends.

"Hey guys, this I'd Henry my little brother he's coming with us" she said all her friends love Henry and think he's adorable.

They start driving to Hollys, once they get there Y/N kneels next to Henry. "Hey Hare-bear, I'm gonna need you to keep holdover my hand while we are in there okay?"She asks the little boy.

Henry nods his head. "Good boy, now let's go!" She exclaims holding Henry's hand the two laugh and run to join the other teenagers in the house.

Little Henry was soon exploring the big house with his sissy, he was looking around at all the teenagers and lights, the music was loud but affective making everyone dance.

Henry stays close to his Sissy as she walks around talking to different people. Henry has fun ans everyone loves seeing him there, soon he wonders away from Y/N but keeps her in his sight and begins dancing.

Hours pass before Y/N knows it, she checks her phone and sees its 12pm already

"Fuck!" She exclaims before looking around for Henry, he wasn't next to her. "Double fuck!" Y/N leaves her friends to look for her brother.

Little Henry had fallen asleep from all the dancing he did, he was laying on a couch by himself, whe he opens his eyes he sees his Sissy running around a worried look on her face.

Henry doesn't like his sissy having that face so the little 5 year old jumps up from the sofa ans runs over to her. He pats her hand gaining her attention. "Sissy its me your Hare-Bear! I is here now" he yells making Y/N sigh with relief.

She drops to her knees infront of him and pulls the little boy in for a big hug, confused Henry pats her back Comfortingly. "Sissy okay?" He asks her, Y/N pulls back and snuffles.

"Yeah I'm okay Hare-Bear I was worried about you, but now we have to go" she says before picking him up, the two make their way through groups of people.

As the two make it outside, sirens are heard and are coming closer, Y/Ns eyes widened "shittt" she groans recognising her Dads squad car, she pulls Henry's hood over his head blo king out the lights and sounds.

She then stealthy walks away from the cars turning her back, as she walks she walks straight into an officer and of course to her luck it's "Will! Hi didn't see you there" she says her voice going all squeaky.

The man isn't happy, he had a frown on his face, his hands on his hips and lips turned downwards. "What arw you doin' down here Y/N?" He asks her, YN looks at him "um im here for a Party! What arw you doing here?" She counters.

Will isn't amused. "Im here because of multiple complaints from neighbours " he sayds before he looks at the thing Y/Ns holding.

"Wait a minute didn't JJ say you have to baby sit Henry" Will said looking pointedly at the teen.

Y/N gulps nervously, "well yes, but technically she said i couldn't go but not Henry" she watches at Wills frown turns into realisation. "You didn't did you?" He questions her eyebrow raising.

Y/Ns looks at him. "Oi I'm not that evil you leave my 5 year old brother home alone, no instead I bought him with me" she says pulling down Henry hood and showing the man.

Will sighs at the teen, Y/N winces "That's worse isn't it Fuck meee" whines the teen before Will takes her to his squad car and drives off.

While in the car it's silent, apart from Henry's snoring Will is pissed off with Y/N for going to the party but also bringing her little brother with her. Y/N is nervous her mum won't be happy.

She's so grounded, her face pales as she sees where Will is driving them too. "No Will why this! This is worse then death!" She yells bus the man acts like he doesn't hear her as he parks in Quantico FBI headquarters.

The man turns around. "Out now, you walk upstairs and you tell your mum what you've done, it's better this way, then her finding out from me" he says before Y/N groans and gets out of the car.

She waves as the Man drives back home, sighing the 15 year old turns to the building and walks in, once thr elevator opens she thinks about walking home, but thinks better of it either way she is dead.

The teen walks out of the elevator and into the bullpen where her Mum was talking with her team, Y/N is soon noticed by her Godmother Emily, who smiles as soon as she see Y/N.

"Y/N what are you doing here!" She yells gaining everyone's attention, JJs eyes widened as she sees her daughter standing in the room, she then takes in her daughters appearance. "You went to the party didn't you" Y/N nods her head.

The 15 year old sends a look to the team but none of them help her. JJ crosses her arms and angry look on her face. "You went to the party after I specifically told you not too" she said once again Y/N nods her head.

"I did and it was a stupid idea, but I really wanted to go and before you think that I left Henry home I didn't-" "-please don't tell me you bought him with you, a 5 year old to a party full of teenagers" JJ cut her daughter off.

"Maybe" mumbles Y/N, the team all had shocked faces on as JJ,rubs her forehead "how could you be to stupid! Y/N something bad could of happened to him why did you bring him! You know what your done, no phone for two weeks and your grounded!" Yelled JJ holding her hand out.

The teen sighs and hands over her phone "how long?" She asks, JJ,shakes her head "I haven't decided yet, come on your going home, good night guys see you Tomorrow" Says the mother before she grabs her bag and drags Y/N off to the elevator.

"I'm surprised she didn't kill her on the spot" Says Spencer braking the silence before the others could hear angry yelling from inside the elevator. Rossi clicks his fingers "there it is" he says as the other pray for Y/Ns safety.

The end!

Poor Y/N I swear her and JJ oneshots always end with her getting told off, but anyway thank you for your request.

So sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes as always.

Request are open!

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shooting-stars-are-cosmic-tears · 3 months

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To the one girl I can't forgive,

I am six years old

and I’m walking an empty baby stroller

and I’m having so much fun

that I’ve forgotten time exists.

I’ve made you worry.

So you hit me.

I’ve made you cry.

I am sorry.

It’s not enough.

I am nine years old

and your mom has died.

we are looking at her for the last time.

you look towards me, teary-eyed

and say, “are you really not going to cry?”

and you smile, sad, disappointed

and I am sorry

and It’s not enough.

I am eleven years old.

I’m the class fool, and

I have no actual friends, and

school is hard, and

everything is so heavy, and

I don’t feel like being alive anymore.

So you hit me.

I’ve made you cry again.

I’m sorry.

It’s not enough,

not enough to be sorry for making you cry;

I must never again talk to you like this

like I want to die.

I am thirteen years old

and I’m getting worse

at pretending I don’t want to die.

my brain is mouldy with too much sleep, and

my grades are slipping, and

I ‘don’t talk to you like I did before’

like I did when I didn’t want to die.

I get scolded at the parent-teacher meeting,

and I embarrass you.

and I am sorry.

It’s not enough.

It’s not enough to feel bad for both you and myself.

I must stop being so selfish, and I

must stop being so lazy, and I

must get good grades again, and I

must never embarrass you like that again, and I

must stop pretending like I have it worse than you do.

I can never have it worse than you do.

I’ve made you cry.

I don’t have it in me to be sorry anymore.

I am sixteen years old

and I’m getting better.

I have good friends now,

and they drag me out of the house,

and we go to the woods and talk about how

we all want to kill ourselves,

and we’re getting better.

but I haven’t done the dishes,

and dad is drunk for the twelfth night in a row,

and you feel like screaming,

but I won't hear any of it.

I’ve made you cry.

i’m still not whole enough to feel sorry for someone else

I am nineteen years old.

we’re having easter dinner,

and you finally acknowledge what I had as depression.

though you still think it was selfish of me,

to be depressed when you gave me such a good life.

but i’ve already moved to the big city,

and dad’s still drunk, but away with work,

and you’re so hopelessly alone

that you let yourself forgive me

for being so selfish and getting sick in the head.

you tell me you always knew it was depression

since you know me so well.

you tell me how happy it makes you

to know I’m back to being normal again.

it makes my blood boil, but I say nothing of it,

i’ve learned that with you it’s better

to pretend that I’m readable,

to pretend that you’re right,

so you have nothing to cry about,

and nothing to hit me over,

and I have nothing to say sorry for.

I am twenty-one years old,

and I’m telling you a story

about how i sleep too much again,

so much and so deep,

that I keep pressing the snooze button in my sleep

and I have my roommate wake me up sometimes.

and you look at me for one second

then back to the TV and say,

“You’re such a bitch, annoying your roommate like that on purpose”

and I’m thirteen again,

feeling sorry that my pain made you cry.

Only I’m grown now, so I try again

to tell you a story

and you snap back at me,

can’t I see you’re watching the news?!

I really am such a bitch!

how can I expect you to do two things at once?!

so I stop talking,

and you stop watching the tv,

and I want to go to my room,

and as I leave your eyes beg me to stay

because it’s the last hour of your birthday,

and dad still hasn’t called yet.

but I don’t want to be thirteen again,

and he’s made you cry

I mean, I’m making you cry,

and even if you refuse to see it,

I’m still too broken to feel sorry for you.

But sorry will never be good enough for you

and neither will I.

#happy mothers day i guess #mother daughter angst #poetry #bit of a vent #broken girls raise broken girls #is this what they mean by character development?

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months

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Apple Seed 7: Demons

Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.

Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.

Charlie: (pouts) But-

Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?

Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.

Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)

Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?

Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....

-Silence-

Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)

-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-

Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.

Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.

Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?

Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.

Carmilla: .............I'm listening.

Vaggie: You have two daughters.

Carmilla: How astute of you.

Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?

Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.

Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)

Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?

Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?

Carmilla: .............

Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)

Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.

Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?

Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?

Vaggie: But.... what if I-

Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.

Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....

Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.

Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.

Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.

#apple seed au #apple seed #part 7 #angst #chaggie #vaggie #pregnant charlie #charlie morningstar #carmilla carmine #nervous dad vaggie #ptsd #good grandma carmine #mama carmine #inner demons #mother - adopted daughter moments #thanks anon for requesting some light vaggie angst #thank you maricantstandyou for requesting some carmine advice

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fanwarriorfictions · 2 months

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Not Again - Part Six

Summary: Azriel had been avoiding her all day after their last encounter, she was willing to let him brood all he wanted. Y/n may have just found her way home, but it comes with a warning.

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-Part Six-

Y/n was finally back to her research, she’d eaten lunch with the Valkyries, all of them starving after training much longer than the two hours they’d expected. They had ended up talking about books, recommending many of their favorites for Y/n to read, Nesta had promised to drop some off by her room later in the evening. She’d told them of the books she read back home, of Dorian’s personal library that he’d share with her whenever either of them visited, of the libraries of Orynth, filled with stories from every corner of the world. Books scholars had saved from Adarlan’s path of destruction, books her family had found on their journeys around the world, books written of their battles, of hero’s and villains, love and loss.

Once they’d gone their separate ways, Y/n had found her stacks of papers and the Walking Dead in the exact place she’d left them the night before. The scratched out notes making less sense now that she looked them over with a clear mind. She’d been trying to make sense of her rambling for hours, her mind going numb, almost ready to give up when she’d felt his presence.

He’d been avoiding her all day, just like she had avoided him this morning. If it was because she’d lain him flat on his back, or from the dark look in his eyes as he’d look down at her when she’d been pinned to his chest, she wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t going to spend the time wondering. If he had a problem with her showing him up, then he and his ego could deal with that on their own, it wasn’t her problem. And if it was the other reason, she had much more important things to worry about than the gorgeous male staring at the back of her neck. At least that’s what she told herself.

“How many times must you be told?” She doesn’t lift her gaze from her notes, “It’s impolite to stare.”

A cool touch caresses the skin of her ankle, a tendril of shadows gently wrapping around her. Usually she’d snap at the little creature, but instead she just looks over her shoulder at the source, at the male leaning against the doorway. That dark and heavy look in his eye was gone, replaced by that mask of stoic beauty. He doesn’t say anything, only stares into her eyes, and she fights the urge to fidget beneath his gaze. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it, she refused, no matter how her skin seemed to burn everywhere his eyes touched.

“You’re so upset I beat you that you’d give me the silent treatment,” she clicks her tongue, turning her back to him, “You males have such fragile egos.”

Again, no response, and it digs under her skin in a way she’s sure her cheeky little smiles do to him. Fine, if he wanted to play this game, she could to.

“You’d think after this long someone would’ve house trained you.” She throws that exact irritating saccharine smile over her shoulder, “Teach you some manners.”

Something she’d always known about herself is that she’d inherited her mother’s temper, to her father’s eternal delight. Prone to freezing a room or lighting it on fire during temper tantrums. When he didn’t respond again, she could feel her magic stirring beneath her skin, wanting to lash out, but again, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He could sit there and play brooding, tall, dark, and handsome warrior all he liked.

That little wisp of shadow gently tugs on her ankle, just enough pressure for her to look down at it, to follow it back to the male who’d taken several silent steps towards her.

She suddenly felt to small, to exposed, sitting there before him, her back on display. She’d been here for only two days and somehow she had already let her guard down. These fae weren’t her own, they weren’t friends she’d known her whole life, they were strangers who could just a easily kill her as she could them. Deadly warriors, skilled magic users, dangerous. She stands from her chair, turning to face him, hand in easy reach of her multiple daggers strapped across her body.

“Are you going to just stare me down, like some feral beast,” she snaps, letting that anger slip its leash, a warning to stay back, “or do you have something to say?”

Those eyes are suddenly not so blank, that mask ripped away to show the male beneath. And she saw that look, that darkness, that desire. It’d been the later that had kept him away, that had him coming back now. A predator stalking his prey, those whiskey eyes dipping down and slowly dragging back up, mapping every dip and curve.

That soft touch at her ankle turns into more than a simple caress, harder. Roughly locking her in place, keeping her from flying away even if she wanted to. He steps closer, and closer, and her heart is pounding in her chest in anger, in fear, in anticipation, she’s not quite sure which.

She has to crane her neck back to keep their eyes locked as he steps right in front of her. Gods he was tall, and gorgeous, and so close she could feel the heat of him.

“Where’d you go, Princess?”

Y/n jerks awake and Azriel pulls his hand away from her shoulder quickly. She’d been laying halfway on the table when he found her, her head resting on one of her arms, a pen loosely dangling between her fingers as if sleep had claimed her without warning. If he was being completely honest, he’d for the briefest moment thought it was cute, the way her cheek was smushed up against her arm, the soft snores that left her mouth. It’d taken him longer than probably necessary to lift his scarred hand to her shoulder and gently shake her a few times, whispering her name. Her skin was warm beneath his palm, and he’d hesitated to move when her lips had twitched up at the corners.

Her eyes frantically search the space around her, a pretty flush on her cheeks. When her eyes finally land on him she jolts, hand flying to her chest as if to cage her galloping heart.

“Gods, someone needs to put a bell on you,” she groans, falling back against her chair, hiding her face between her hands, “What time is it?”

“Well past your bedtime apparently.” He smirks at the glare she sends him from behind her fingers. “I just got back to find you like this.”

She gives him a curious glance, “Where have you been all day? Did your lord and lady give you the day off of babysitting duty?”

“Something like that,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “Why were you drooling all over your notes?”

She glares even deeper, the look in her eyes ice cold like the first night they’d met, “First of all, I was not drooling.”

He pointedly looks at the page she’d been hunched over, “Sure, okay.”

“Second of all,” she growls, shoving that paper across the table like it would hide the smudged ink, “answer my question, where have you been hiding all day? Ego a little bruised?”

She didn’t know the half of it, “I was sent out to check on something. I do have a job you know, and before you say it, no, my job isn’t just babysitting you, Princess.”

“I was going to say it was brooding, but close enough.” She gives him that exasperating smile, and it takes more effort than he’s willing to admit to not stare directly at those lips.

“It’s nearly midnight,” he says instead, glancing at the sky beyond the window.

“Is it really?”

She raises from her chair, putting the thing directly between them, a casual move, to casual. He notices there’s a tension in her shoulders, similar to the way she’d been in the garden that first night, like fight had switched to flight and she was seconds away from running straight through the balcony doors and flying away.

He cocks his head, shadows whispering in his ears, her heart is to fast, something’s wrong. Azriel could tell that himself, her heart hadn’t settled since she’d startled awake, and now she almost refused to meet his eyes. Something was definitely wrong, and he couldn’t keep his thoughts from spiraling.

Did she know that he’d spent the day flying just to cool off, that his blood had roared for hours and hours, that his mind had played the image of her below him, looking up through her lashes, over and over and over. Was she disturbed, disgusted, did the tentative bond they’d formed in the early hours of the morning snap and crumble to dust.

“I should go,” Y/n says, her eyes shift to the doorway beyond his shoulder. “Like you said it’s well past my bedtime. A female needs her beauty rest.”

She doesn’t move though, doesn’t take that first step that would bring her closer to him and Azriel doesn’t like the way it stings.

So he nods, takes a step back and waves a hand towards the door, “Goodnight then, Princess.”

She nods once, “Goodnight, Shadowsinger.”

And then she’s gone, rushing from the room. Azriel keeps his shadows firmly at his side, even as they struggle and beg to follow her, to catch her and keep her there with him. He’d already done enough, already scared her off. Mother above he was pathetic, his heart clenching painfully in his chest, absolutely pathetic.

There were more of those revealing clothes laid out on the dresser when she woke the next morning. Y/n noted that they were in the Terrasen green and silver that she had asked the house for. It eased her heart to wear those colors, made her feel like home wasn’t somewhere far across the stars.

Also laid out on the table by her seating area was a tray full of breakfast, it seemed the house knew she was avoiding a certain male. It may make her a coward, but she needed to put a little bit of space between them, that dream had shaken her, and she needed the time to pull herself together.

She wasn’t a stranger to attraction, to dreaming of males and females alike, to waking up in a bed that wasn’t her own. But this was different, Azriel was different. He wasn’t just some male who’d caught her eye, he was the guard who watched over her to keep her in line, he was the one who’d found her, bleeding and vulnerable on the garden floor, he was a stupidly handsome male from a foreign world who she knew next to nothing about. She had no business feeling anything for him, even if it was just lust.

It took her longer than she’d like to admit to put on a brave face and walk out her door. Azriel had left hours ago, she’d heard him walk into the hall, wait for several minutes as if expecting her to walk out, and then leave when she didn’t.

Y/n took the now familiar path to the dining room, where she found Feyre and Amren sitting at the clear spaces away from Y/n’s sprawling notes.

“Finally,” Amren sneers, “how long does it take you to get ready, girl.”

“Amren,” Feyre warns softly, “Good morning, Y/n, how’d you sleep.”

“Morning, Feyre. I slept fine, thank you.” She’d slept like shit actually, but she wasn’t going to say that and have to explain that a certain shadowsinger wouldn’t leave her mind. “Was there something you needed?”

“It took some convincing Amren.” Feyre gestures to the small scowling female, “But we’d like you to take a look at the Book of Breathings. It’s full of those marks and I wonder if you’d have an easier time looking for what you need.”

Y/n glances at the table between them, searching for the mysterious book. When she doesn’t find it Feyre’s hand comes up, snapping once, and all of a sudden a terrible presence fills the room. It’s heavy and old and whatever it is has Y/n’s defenses rising.

It’s not a book in the traditional sense, no paper, no leather, but metal plates bound by metal rings. It thumps onto the table, and the sound seems to echo around the room, through Y/n’s head.

“I’ll warn you,” Amren says, “the thing has a nasty habit of speaking out of turn. Don’t let it get to you.”

Feyre looks visibly uncomfortable in its presence, leaning back in her chair away from it. Y/n was half tempted to turn and fly out of the room, instead she sits before the ancient book.

Hello little stranger, it whispers, and she recoils away from it, teller of many stories, none of her own.

“Hello, creepy book,” she answers, “Do you have any stories to share?”

“Don’t humor it,” Amren snaps, glaring when Feyre shushes her.

I have many stories, it answers, many stories that may intrigue you, storyteller.

“Any on how I may get home?”

Look and see, it says, the answer you seek is already there, though I wonder if you truly want to see it.

Her brow furrows in confusion, “All I want is to go home.”

Ah, home, it sighs, what is home to you, storyteller? A castle, family, books, whiskey, shadows, a lover?

She forces away the image that comes to mind, “Terrasen, thats my home.”

Land of pine and snow, the book seems to take a deep breath, godless, the gods killer queen, the kings flame blooming year round. Why did it throw you out? Why did the stag turn his back on you.

Anger flares through her, “Enough.”

The Wyrd has plans for you, hesitate to turn your back on the gifts she gives you, it says, she will not take the slight kindly.

“I didn’t ask for a gift,” she snarls, “I didn’t ask to be ripped away from my home, from my family. I didn’t ask to have everything taken from me.”

And yet you have so much to gain.

Just like that it goes quiet, presence fading till it was nothing but a book. Y/n wants to scream, to force it to come back and tell her exactly how to get home.

“It hasn’t been that active since the halves were joined,” Feyre breathes, face pale.

Amren watches Y/n with curious eyes, “It’s interested in her, the same way it was with you. I don’t think we want to find out why.”

Y/n lifts her hand to the first plate, cold metal stinger her flesh. That ancient power floods through her, though the book stays quiet. It feels like the presence is weighing her down, holding her in her seat. She grits her teeth and forces the book open, eyes flowing over the words that she could not read, over the marks she could. It was a mixture of them, spells and marks, most she knew, some she didn’t. Those were the ones she focused on, the world seeming to hold its breath.

It took her several moments to figure out what exactly she was looking at, a mark she’d seen before, so similar to the one for unlock that she’d overlooked it the first time, open. It was so simple she almost laughs. Open, to open the rifts between worlds, to open a gate. That ancient presence seems to sigh in her mind, the only confirmation she needed before slamming the book shut and shoving it away from her.

“What is it?” Feyre asks, “Are you alright?”

Y/n nods, “Get that thing out of here.”

Amren snaps her fingers and it’s gone, “What did you find, girl? Did it give you what you needed?”

She nods her head again, “I need some paint.”

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#this one is a bit shorter because there’s a scene I desperately want to write but it doesn’t fit in this chapter #but there’s more tension from her side this time because I need it #Azriel is an angst mother fucker #also I know the language in the book of breathings has already been established but I needed to connect them somehow #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #rowaelin daughter #rowaelin #not again

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del-thetiredwriter · 1 year

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Team Blacks reaction to Y/N’s suicide

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its what teams black reaction after this fic :Do you love me , Say you love me

Warnings: my bad writing and English. English is my second language

Tag: @lilithskywalker

Thank you for request. Please feel free to request or ask thinks. I enjoy while writing and literally my ask - request box is empty 😅

Rhaenyra couldn't believe her ears when she heard the news. She fainted on the spot. She still hadn't gotten over the shock when she woke up. Her only daughter, her beloved daughter had taken her own life. First Visersy, then Lucersy now you… She had heard of your miscarriage. She knew that feeling of helplessness, loneliness, pain… but she didn't think you were going to commit suicide. Her dreams of after winning the war, opening her arms and hugging you were all shattered.Rhaenyra blamed Aegon and the other greens for your death. This marriage should never have happened. She had asked you many times if you had consent in this marriage. She wished that she had never let you leave and marry.

“My stupid daughter , my poor naive daughter why did you left my side, why did you left your mom like this.”

Jacaerys heard the news from his mother. He was so shocked that he didn’t know how to react . Did his sister, the sister he loved more than himself, committed suicide? Jacaerys was enraged. To him, you didn't commit suicide, you were killed. He was the first to oppose your marriage. He had begged you over and over not to be with Aegon. That's why you fought so many times and told him you were happy… jacaerys gritted his teeth. He wanted to make Aegon suffer he stole you from him . Not only to steal your mother's throne, marry you, and cause your death now he didn’t let you have a proper funeral and took your body.

"I swear, Aegon, I'll make you experience a thousand times what you did to my sister !"

Baela and Rhaena have nothing to say. Both are in deep mourning. You've always been a big sister to them. They hadn't been this sad since their mother Laena died. They did not want to eat, drink , did not want to do anything. They calmed down by crying on your shoulder at their mother's funeral, you comforted them but now it was neither you nor your consolation for them to calm down.

Daemon wouldn’t react much to outside. He would only console his wife, Rhenyra by saying that he would take your revenge. You weren't very close with Daemon but when Daemon heard that you had committed suicide, he felt strange. It's an uncomfortable feeling. He took pity on you when he learned that your body was still held by Aegon, and that there was no funeral. You may not be very close but at least you should have peace after death and he will do his best for it.

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brwnerinq-89 · 1 year

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Ahh, what a wonderful day for turning ugly men into ugly women

oh and also have this too (1st one is pretty old but it fits so wahh)

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operationbeifong · 1 month

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𝐋𝐈𝐍 + 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇 | "𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑴𝒀 " 𝒃𝒚 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝒁𝑰𝑬 𝒁𝑰𝑬𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑹.

BAWLING MY EYE BALLS OUT AFTER MAKING THIS.

#lok #screaming crying throwing up #mother x daughter #toph beifong #lin beifong #chief beifong #legend of korra #angst #beifong family #atla #avatar #avatar fandom #tlok #avatar the last airbender #song lyrics #character playlist #operationbeifong:playlist #operationbeifong:edits

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hecckyeah · 2 months

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scars we cover up with paint

(or: Daisy just needs her mom May)

(Agents of SHIELD, post-canon, MayDaisy mother daughter bonding time)

The first warning sign she should have picked up on was the clenching, gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Melinda May had been out of field duty for so long, she just attributed it to indigestion.

There was a time, years ago, when every warning bell in her body would have picked up on that noticeable gut feeling. That feeling meant action. Danger. Act fast, or else. She had once been able to quickly sort through the causes of it, just by scanning her eyes around the room or noticing discrepancies in her surroundings that her subconscious had picked up on before she could register them.

She would have been checking in on her team when that happened, going through names on her phone and knocking on doors, one by one, until everyone was alive and accounted for. And then she would find out what her intuition was telling her.

That was her past life. That was always being on the move, never predicting the next tragedy, never being able to keep her family safe.

That was then.

This is now.

There was no reason for it. Unless one of her Academy students was secretly harboring evil intentions, the feelings were simply natural and meant nothing.

But now, even with a stomach full from lunch and a good book in hand, the discomfort persisted.

I’m going crazy .

The warning bells continued. She shifted in the chair, hoping it really was just a rare bout of indigestion. Even stood up, stretched her arms up toward the ceiling, then down, folding herself in half until her arms hugged her knees. Stretched from side to side, twisted her torso.

It didn’t help.

Which meant it was probably time to panic.

The message came before she could pick up her phone to call Mack.

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Simply an update from Agent Payne, assistant head of the space exploration program, explaining as requested that the Zephyr Three just touched down and that the agents were currently being examined at the SHIELD medical facility in Charleston, South Carolina.

Melinda remembered, with a pang, that this was officially the end of the small team’s last mission. After five years flying missions for the space division and at least that many trips around the galaxy, the Zephyr Three and her crew were finally Earth-bound, permanently.

“I’m ready to leave space travel to the younger kids,” Sousa had joked last year at their annual Framework meetup. “I’m like a hundred and ten – You guys think I deserve to retire yet?”

May had seen the emotion-filled look Daisy sent her husband, probably thinking she was being subtle but failing valiantly as usual.

If anyone deserved a nice life of low-stakes office work and training recruits, it was those two. Daniel and Daisy.

She returned her attention to the phone screen and Payne’s message. Glanced over it one more time.

In getting lost in her memories, she had missed the end of it.

Zephyr 3 just landed, the message read. The crew’s headed to the SCMSC for their workups. All healthy at first glance, just tired and ready to be on solid ground again. Don’t want to worry you.. but your girl is anxious to see you. Might be trip related, maybe not. But she asked for you a few times. Let me know if you want a ride down here.

May paused.

Your girl.

She knew Payne was referring to Daisy. It was widely known in SHIELD that the small team had a special, unique, altogether unbreakable bond that rivaled that of even the tightest-knit family. It was forged in the years of insane trials they’d gone through – Events that would have destroyed any weaker souls. They’d lost the people closest to them. Almost lost themselves hundreds of times over. No one could go through all that and not come out changed.

Coulson had sometimes referred to Daisy as the daughter he never had. And although she rarely said it, May had always felt the same.

Your girl.

The girl she’d trained. Protected. Held up when the universe seemed determined to destroy her.

Daisy had never needed May. But she’d always chosen her.

Chosen her to be the mother figure she’d always dreamed of having.

The next text message followed, with perfect timing. And even before she could see the sender’s name, she knew it was from Daisy.

Hey May. Payne said he’d update you, but I’m thinking he’ll downplay things. Need my S.O. right now. Please tell me you’re free. I’ll tell Payne to send the jet.

No emojis, no exclamation points, perfect punctuation, and she hadn't called May her Supervising Officer in years . Something was very wrong, and the thought sent a hot stone down to the depths of her chest.

It only took her seven minutes to pack a small duffel, all while on the phone with Payne, arranging pickup. He also promised to personally call the Academy for her and arrange for a substitute for a few days. She thanked him profusely for that gesture.

Finally she locked the door behind her, stepped out onto her front porch, let out a deep breath, and set her jaw.

On my way, she texted Daisy. Hang in there. I got you.

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#maydaisy #NON SHIPPING BTW. just to clear up confusion #hints of #dousy #:)#because how can i possibly write a fic with daisy that DOESN'T include sousa. honestly #anyway #melinda may #daisy johnson #daniel sousa #agents of shield #aos #aos fanfic #mother daughter feels #some angst #some humor #mostly just vibes #and that's okay #philinda

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hotpinkrathian · 29 days

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Well, as promised, I have posted the past EIGHT chapters of a United Front.

My total word count, after the epilogue, is 118 THOUSAND words... color me speechless.

Thank you to everyone that embarked on this little journey of mine with me, your comments and Kudos have meant the world while I was going through a tough time.

So, please allow me to pitch my fic to everyone following the #Kyalin tag one last time.

A completed, 100k + mystery Kyalin Slowburn. You have angst, you have pining, there is smut there is badass bending from both Lin AND Kya. There is sacrifice and reconciliation. Politics and relationships and morality.

This is a little piece of me and I think it says a lot about who I am and what my values are. So of you're bored, and looking for something to read, I hope you'll consider A United Front

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bebx · 9 months

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 4 months

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Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode

Aaron Hotchner X Emily Prentiss X Teen Daughter reader

Request: Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode

Third person pov...

Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss had just returned from a particularly intense case in upstate New York. As they stepped off the plane, both agents were exhausted and eager to get back to their home in Virginia.

Little did they know, they were about to face one of their toughest challenges yet - parenting a teenage daughter.

Currently 16 year old Y/N was home alone, not entirely alone she had invited over her boyfriend, David to watch a movie knowing her parents would be on their way home.

They had already called to let her know they would be landing soon, the two had lots of fun spending the day together doing nothing but watching movies and raiding the kichen for snacks.

"Thank God we're back" Emily sighed as they made their way off the jet "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed."

Aaron chuckled, 'You and me both. I just hope our daughter hasn't wrecked the house while we were gone.'

Emily shot him a look, 'Our daughter is a responsible young lady. I'm sure she's been just fine without us.'

Say8ng goodbye to the rest of thw team they got into their car and drove home, but as they walked through the front door of their home.

They were met with a sight that made both of their hearts sink. In the living room, their 16-year-old daughter, Y/N, was cuddled up on the couch with a boy.

Aaron's eyes narrowed in an instant, and Emily could feel his protective instincts on high alert. The couple slowly made their way into the room, trying not to disturb the teenagers who were watching a movie.

As they got closer, they could see that the boy was not just any boy. It was David, a troublemaker from Y/N's school who they had explicitly told her to stay away from.

The teens where cuddled under a blanket, infront of them on thr coffee table were snacks and drinks, playing on the TV was (Favourite movie) Y/N never watches her favourite movie with just anyone.

The black haired woman looks at her husband and could reqd his mind, "Aaron" Emily whispered, trying to calm him down. 'Let's just talk to her." She took his hand in hers and held it.

This made the man relax slightly but a murderous look still on his face.

But before they could say anything, the movie ended and David stood up to leave, Y/N gave him a smile and stood up to hug and kiss him goodbye and sat back down on the sofa, neither teen had seen the two adults in the doorway.

The boy had a love sick grin on his face As he walked towards the door, Aaron stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"What are you doing here?" Aaron's voice was low and menacing.

David, who previously exuded confidence, now looked like a deer caught in headlights. He mumbled something incoherent and quickly scrambled out of the house.

Emily took a deep breath and turned to her daughter, who was now standing, she had jumped up from the sofa when she hear heard her dad shout, she looked scared and guilty.

Emily crossed her arms and looked at her daughte "What were you thinking, Y/N?" She said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Y/N nervously played with her hands, not looling up at her parents and thwir disapointed look, "I'm sorry" Y/N replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I just really like him, and I knew you wouldn't approve" she sais tears running down her face.

Aaron let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "That doesn't change the fact that we specifically forbid you from seeing him. He's not a good influence, and you know that"

Y/N shook her head, surprising her parents. "But he's not! He's actually really sweet and not at all like he appears! You always told me not to judge people and here you are doing it!" The teen yells.

She collapses onto the sofa her head in her arms. The adults looked at each other before at their cryjng daughter, they had judged the boy by appearences like she said.

Emily sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry Honey, you arw right we did judge him but appearance, but it still doesn't make if okay for you to sneak boys inside" she explains to the girl gently.

"Really" Y/N sniffled, wiping at her tears. Aaron knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. "We love you, Y/N. We just want what's best for you" he says gently to the girl.

Y/N nodded, "I promise, he isn't all that bad, just meet him yourself and you'll see!" She insisted.

The two look at each other then back down at their daughter. She does have a point they don't know anything about the boy.

Aaron sighed at the look his wife gave him. "Okay, we will get to know him, but if he hurts you in anyway tell him I've got a gun and knkw how to use it" Says Aaron a not happy smile on his face.

This made the girl laugh, Emily shakes her head at her husband. The couple hugged their daughter and assured her that she was forgiven.

As they talked and cuddled on the couch, Aaron couldn't help but feel grateful for his daughter's honesty and decided to trust her.

'We're going to have to keep a closer eye on her,' Emily said, sipping her tea. 'She's still young, and we can't afford to let her make mistakes like this.'

Aaron nodded, 'I know. It's just hard to believe that our little girl is already sneaking boys into her room.'

Emily chuckled, 'We were teenagers once too, Aaron. We can't expect her to be perfect. We just have to guide her and hope that she learns from her mistakes.'

As they sat in comfortable silence, both agents were reminded of the challenges of being parents to a teenager. But they also knew that they were a strong team and would do anything to protect their daughter, even if it meant going into protective dad mode every now and then.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for thr wait on this request. As usual sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 1133

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