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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 11

Warnings: Mentions of infant death

Word Count: 1.8k

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-19 years ago-

As per usual, Farah was bored. She was home in the kingdom of Solaria and once again her family were throwing another ball. Of course she had to be there, she was part of the royal family after all. Her sister was Queen Luna Star, she couldn’t make the family look bad by ditching the event, especially as it was held in her honour.

Big ball dresses and small talk wasn’t her thing. This was temporary however. Soon Farah would be going back to Alfea to take over as Headmistress and she’d finally start living by her own rules. Her mentor and friend Rosalind would be there to guid her and Saul, a friend she had met as a student, would be there as the Headmaster of the Specialists. She couldn’t think of better people to be surrounded with.

There was one upside to the party. People from all over the magic realms had been invited and there was one person in particular that caught Farah’s eye. She didn’t expect things to go the way they did but one thing led to another and she and the mysterious, dark haired stranger found a quiet room in the castle and made love until the rise of the morning sun.

The story goes that she awoke from a dream, a prophecy. The stranger was never seen again and later was found to be the king of the Blood Witches, an enemy to the fairies. Three weeks later and Farah found that she was pregnant. The prophecy was coming true.

“A child, born on a Soul moon, half Fairy, half Witch. Powers bestowed by the Great Dragon, will be the balance between good and evil. The key to the lives of all those who harness power, they are the one true heir to all the lands.”

The former King and Queen of Solaria were ashamed of Farah. Hiding the truth about the pregnancy from everyone. Even her sister Luna kept quiet of the affair, as she did not want anyone else to have claim to the throne, prophecy or no prophecy.

Nine months later and a girl was born. Farah was elated, however there was a dark sinister plot she didn’t know about. The doctors were ordered to do something unforgivable by Queen Luna, under the pressure from her parents. Farah was told that the baby was still born, a spell cast on the newborn to make it seem as if she were not breathing. Farah was inconsolable. Maybe the prophecy wasn’t supposed to come true. But it was.

Queen Luna had a soldier take the baby to the first world and left it on the steps of a hospital, where it would be taken care of as a changeling, nobody the wiser.

Farah grieved for her lost child but finally moved on, becoming Headmistress of Alfea and leaving royalty behind. She didn’t speak to her family, didn’t mention her sister or her lineage to anyone and changed her last name. It was kept a secret so she could live a somewhat normal life. Eventually the story was re-told to her three friends, Ben Harvey, Saul Silva and Rosalind who all swore never to tell a soul.

Farah thought that part of her life was behind her, a mere, sad memory of something that shouldn’t have been. But she was wrong. 18 years later, Saul found a changeling crying in the woods over the body of a burned one. She didn’t know it then but Farah’s life would never be the same again.

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-Y/N’s POV-

Growing up, you’d connected with books like Harry Potter. Something about you could connect with the main character. Treated unfairly over and over by families that were meant to take care of you. No belongings, no friends, a tiny room and worst of all… no parents. You’d sat in your room at nights pouring over the words in your books, imagining the magical life you wished you could escape to.

You wanted a group of friends like Ron and Hermione. The adventures, the power, the fun. Even reading those books would never prepare you for a moment like this. You’d dreamt about the day you found your birth parents, gone over and over the meeting in your head a thousand times. You hadn’t pictured it like this.

You were still in Farah’s office. She was looking at you, tears rolling down her cheeks. You were crying too, what were you supposed to say? You felt like you couldn’t breath. You’d always thought you weren’t wanted, that your parents had just given you up like people give up smoking after new years, but that wasn’t the case at all. She’d thought you were dead. She didn’t know… She didn’t know. You wanted to be mad, be angry but all you could feel was upset and confused.

“I- I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say, I don’t know… who I am.” You quickly swept the tears from your face and stood, knocking back the chair in your hurry.

“Please don’t run away Y/N, I.. I wanted to tell you sooner but I needed to be sure. I didn’t want to give you false hope and I couldn’t go through losing you all over again.” You wanted to scream, you didn’t know whether to hug the woman in front of you or run for the hills. It was all too much.

“Stella knows doesn’t she, that’s part of the reason Queen Luna took her, she’s my cousin…” You were sobbing again, more like hyperventilating. Saul had bust the door down as soon as her heard your gasps of air. In seconds you were in his arms and he was trying to get you to breath again. Your ears were ringing and you couldn’t concentrate. You just needed to get out of there.

You did the only thing you knew how to do well. You ran, taking Sauls hand in yours, you opened a portal and poof. Both of you disappeared from Headmistress Dowling's office.

Now, the truth is you thought you’d become stronger after all the training and the hard times you been through. But all this drama and truth takes the cake. How could you not run away after that overload of information?

Mums your Headmistress.. check

Dads the king of the Blood Witches…. check

Your future husband is your mothers best friend… check

Your bestfriend is actually your cousin… check

Your Auntie, the Queen of Solaria pretended you were dead and made you a changeling.. check

And to top it all off you were the answer to an ancient prophecy and apparently you were supposed to be the answer to the balance between good and evil. Just another day in the life of Y/N.

Even when you landed through the portal you were still hyperventilating. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Saul was on you again in a flash, trying to calm you down before your powers went haywire. Hey, at least you had an explanation for why they did that from time to time. You were more powerful than you’d ever thought possible.

“Angel, please try and breath, copy me, in and out, it’s okay, I’ve got you, i’m here, look at me. Y/N LOOK AT ME!” Sauls pleading and authoritative voice seemed to snap you from your panic. Your eyes were full of unshed tears and you felt physically drained. His arms came around you and his chin rested on the top of your head. God, you wanted to be mad at him for not telling you but you couldn’t. It wasn’t his place to tell you and you knew that. Plus, being in his arms was the only place you felt safe, you weren’t about to ruin that. You needed Saul more than he would ever know.

You calmed, peeking out of Sauls arms to take in your surroundings. You don’t know why your mind had taken you here, this was the last place you or Saul would probably want to see. Asterdale. The wind swept through your hair and spray from the ocean below dusted your tear streaked face.

“Saul, please, tell me what really happened here. I need to know the truth.” He nodded. You pictured the barrier around the building coming down and a flash of electricity bolted from your hands, the ruins now visible.

“It all started with Rosalind…..” He dove into telling you the truth about what really happened. How Rosalind had lead Farah, Ben and Saul to believe there was no one in the village, burned ones were the only ones left. Apparently Sky’s father had been part of her plan too, he knew the truth and Saul and him had a fight.. ending in Saul killing his best friend Andreas. It was all Rosalind’s fault.. Rosalind, the person Bloom was trying to free from Farah’s spells.

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It had been a few hours of just talking with Saul, laying in his arms, when you both decided to return to the school. By now, people would probably start to wonder where you both were and you didn’t need to make things any more suspicious. It was also still too dangerous to be out in the open like this.

Something about the school looked different to you now. Older, more worn down. Full of lies and secrets hidden in the walls. It was as if she sensed your presence. Farah was waiting on the steps outside, pacing nervously, your friends waiting along side her. You don’t know what compelled you to do it, one minute you were walking next to Saul, the next you were in front of Miss Dowling… your mum, and then you were in her arms. At first she stilled, shocked perhaps, then she hugged you with everything she had in her, tears flowing freely, mixing with your own. It felt right. It wasn’t her fault you were a changeling. If anything, it was just as unfair on her. The baby she was excited to have, was secretly taken away from her and for years she was lead to believe a cruel lie. You were pretty sure you even heard Saul sniffle from behind you.

Your friends had been filled in by Farah, she knew you would need support after the ordeals you’d gone through. There were no words for the shock everyone had experienced today. Yet, you still felt like something bigger was on the horizon.

The burned ones were still a major threat, Bloom was still having dreams about Rosalind, and Beatrix was locked up in some magic stealing cell. Most of all, you had a mother and a father and the King of the Blood Witches, well, he was still out there.

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lucisfavoritedemon · 3 years

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Waiting For Forever Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Sam x platonic!reader

Summary: You met Bucky for a brief second at a fair him and Steve attended. Little did you know you would run into him again as you assist Peggy with Steve. There was just something about the sadness in Bucky’s eyes that night that captured your soul, and he was all you could think about. You have a secret though. You aren’t exactly who he thinks you are. This is a story of love, loss, and overcoming any obstacle thrown your way.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, Bucky being the cutest dad ever, cursing, reader really despising Walker, violence, talks of sexual actions

Word Count: 6467

A/N: This is my thoughts on what happens to reader During The Falcon and The Winter Soldier: Episode Four (roughly). It is not 100% accurate, but I wanted to put a little twist to it. This gives you a glimpse at how the reader and Bucky are balancing work life and keeping their relationship some what professional. I added in some 3rd person POV to get insight on what Bucky’s thoughts are in a certain part. That will be in italics. It is kind of a long one, but there was a lot of detail I wanted to add. There also is something mentioned that I may consider doing a What If...? twist with. Y’all let me know what you think, would that be something you’d be interested in? All mistakes are mine. TFATWS SPOILERS!!!!!

Enjoy!

Of course that’s what Ayo wanted. I didn’t blame her either, Zemo killed their king. Of course Bucky and Sam just had to break him out of jail, and here we are about to feel the wrath of the Wakandans.

“Why did you free Zemo?”

“We need him.” Bucky responded.

“In all honesty, I agree with you Ayo. I wish he would have left well enough alone.”

“We freed you of everything that went back to the Winter Soldier.”

“And I’m grateful for that.”

“Have you forgotten that he killed King T’Chaka at the U.N.?”

“Of course not.”

“My people, those men put me in charge of watching over him, protecting him.”

“I understand that.”

“Maybe we should give him back to them.” Bucky starts to speak Wakandan, “he’s a means to an end.”

I roll my eyes at this. This was absolutely unbelievable, I agreed that Zemo needed to go back. He was going to stop at nothing till he had manipulated us into letting him go free. It would be an endless cycle, a loop that never ended.

“You have 8 hours. Then we come for Zemo.”

Ayo walked away. She didn’t look happy at all, and frankly, I didn’t blame her. I turned around and started heading back to the place Zemo had for us to stay. Bucky grabbed my wrist making me face him. He gave this pleading look, and I knew he was either asking for forgiveness, or to talk.

“I understand your frustration. I do. He’s the last chance we have at finding Karli. Once we’re done, I’ll give him back to the Wakandans. They can do what they will with him.”

“I don’t need you to explain your reasoning. I just knew having Zemo around was a bad idea.”

“I get that. I just need you to trust me. When we’re done with him, I’ll give him back to them.”

“Fine. I’m giving you 6 hours. They’re a little more generous than I am.”

“Fine.”

We walked back to the house in silence. I hated being the bad guy in this, but I believe someone had to be. We walked back in as Zemo stepped out of the bathroom, presumably after a shower. I went and sat down on the couch as Bucky walked to the island in the kitchen. He glanced down at his phone, and his face went sour.

“What’s wrong Buck?” I asked, concerned.

“Karli blew up one of the GRC warehouses. 11 injured, 3 dead.”

“It seems I may be the only one here who is brave enough to finish this mission.”

“We aren’t going to kill her.” Sam stated.

“If it came to that, would you be strong enough to do it?”

“No one is killing anyone, besides me killing you Zemo.” I glared in his direction.

“It’s people with her ideals that have formed the Nazis, Ultron, the Avengers.”

“Those are our friends you’re talking about.” Sam snapped.

“The Avengers, not the Nazis.” Bucky added, for clarification of course.

Zemo started to go on about supremacy, and how Karli is a supremacist. Then he started to talk about super soldiers, and it really got my blood boiling.

“What about Steve?”

“There has yet to be another Steve Rodgers.”

“You wanna know why that is Zemo?” I looked at him seriously this time.

“Why would that be?”

“Because Erskine hand picked Steve. All he ever wanted was to prove to the world that the person who is the most underestimated, can come out on top. It’s why so many people looked up to him. He was part of the minority group. He wasn’t meant to be a good soldier, but a good man.”

I looked away from the group as I recall Erskine's huge speech to Steve. He always knew exactly what to say to people. It’s how he gained my trust so quickly. He treated me like his own flesh and blood when others wanted to use me for my powers. He protected me from Schmidt in Germany before we moved to America, and he continued to do so even after his death.

“When I was young my TT passed away.” Sam started.

“Your, your TT?” Bucky interrupted

"Yeah, my TT."

"Wh-who is your TT?" Bucky questioned, sounding a little annoyed and confused.

“Okay when I was younger, my aunt passed away. The whole community came together. It was a week long thing. Maybe they’re doing the same thing for Donya Madani.”

“That’s actually not a bad thought. A lot of cultures do it.” I agreed.

Zemo goes to one of the cupboards and grabs a container, dumping it out, and tossing something from it to Sam. “Turkish Delight. Irresistible.”

We all decided to go and ask around to see if we could figure out whether we could find out where her funeral was. Zemo of course started to go off about how so much has changed since he was younger. We decided to split up, I was with Sam, and Bucky got stuck with Zemo.

Sam and I walked up to the upper level, and began to ask around. Everyone ran away from us though, and didn’t want to speak with us. They all looked scared and very weary. We walked into a room where it looked like a lesson was taking place.

“We’re looking for Donya Madani, she was a refugee here.” Sam spoke up.

“We are not refugees. We have nothing to seek refuge from. We are just displaced people. We don’t trust outsiders.”

“We want to help out.”

“We have heard that so many times. People have promised more teachers, supplies. That was 6 months ago.”

I was starting to understand Karli better. Before Erskine I was alone in a world that didn’t care about me. Erskine was the person who took me in and gave me food and shelter. He was the only person who seemed to care. So, I guess I could understand Karli a bit better.

“What’s your name, I can make a few calls.” Sam tried to fight.

“I know who you are, but I don’t trust you. I’m sorry.” The man picks up a child and walks off.

“Well that didn’t go to plan.” “No, but it gave us a better idea as to why Karli is doing what she’s doing. Her people are suffering because the government won’t meet their needs. Her cause is good, but the way she is going about it is wrong.”

“Then we need to find Donya and find Karli. The sooner we can get her to stop this the better off we’ll be.”

“The thing is Sam, I don’t think we’ll be able to. Her ideals, they are just too strong to stop. Not without going into war that is. Trust me. I know how this ends, and it ends in bloodshed, as much as I hate to admit it.”

Sam nods in agreement as we walk down to meet up with the other two. As we approach we notice Zemo talking to a group of kids. I notice the Turkish Delight laid out on a little stool. I notice a little girl walk up to him, and whisper in his ear.

“What is he doing?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea.” Bucky responded.

“This is why I’m going to be a helicopter parent when we get home.” I add in, watching with a look of shock and horror on my face.

Zemo walks back over to us, and we all head back to his place. He was keeping us in the dark about something, and I did not like this one bit. Once back at the house, we settled in and started to question Zemo.

“That little girl, what did she tell you?” Sam questioned first.

“The funeral is this afternoon.”

“Where is it?” I asked, hoping he would tell us.

“That is classified.”

“Of course it is. No matter, wherever it is, I want to talk to Karli.”

“Absolutely not.” Bucky protested.

“I’m going with you Y/N.” Sam stated.

“Fine with me, but I feel like maybe talking to someone who knows exactly what she is going through may help her.”

“And you think you can stop her?” Zemo almost laughed.

“I’ve been in her shoes. I know what it’s like to feel all alone. To want the world to pay attention to the minority. I used to be her.”

“But you’re not.” Bucky added.

“Not anymore, but had Erskine not found me when he did, I could have ended up exactly like her.”

“I don’t think you’re going to convince her.” Zemo butted in.

“I don’t care, if I even make her question whether this is the right thing, then I’ve done something right.”

“You know the Dora will be here for you any minute, so keep talking.” Bucky threatened.

“What, so you can turn me over? I prefer to keep my leverage.” Zemo retorts.

Bucky stands up quickly, grabs the cup Zemo is holding, and throws it at the wall, “you wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”

“Bucky, calm down. It’s okay.” I say walking over to him.

“I’m going to make a call.” Sam said walking off.

I went and sat back down on the couch. I pulled Bucky over to sit next to me to get him to calm down so he didn't kill Zemo. I wanted to bring up the fact it was his idea to break Zemo out of prison.

“Have you checked in on Jamie?” Bucky asked as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I haven't. I didn't want to, not with mister creeper around.”

Bucky chuckled some, "that's fair. I just worry about him without us around. D-does he have any powers or weird abilities?”

“He's started to develop some, but that all comes from my side. You'd be surprised how much he reminds me a lot of Steve, but he really is just like you. He has your charm and Steve's spirit. God, that boy is going to be a lady killer.” I giggle some.

Bucky smiles at me, but it fades fast, "I hope nobody has teased him about who his dad is. I hope they don't ruin the picture you've painted of me in his mind.”

“I hope not either, but if that does happen, we'll handle it. Together, I fear nothing as long as we do it together, as a family.” I squeezed Bucky's hand tightly. He was part of my family now. He was the father of my child, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Bucky squeezed my hand back, “as a family.” He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat when those words came out of his mouth.

“Okay you two love birds, let's get going.” Sam said, interrupting our moment.

Bucky and I stood up, and we walked out heading to the celebration of life for Donya Madani. Bucky took my hand, intertwining our fingers. The metal felt nice and cool against my hand, and I was relishing in the fact that he felt comfortable with me holding his metal hand.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.” John Walker spoke as he and his sidekick walked towards us.

“Ah! How'd you find us now?” Bucky sounded annoyed and pissed.

“Come on, man. You really think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Battlestar spoke up.

“No more keeping us in the dark. You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.” Walker demanded.

“He did that himself technically.” Bucky said, making me roll my eyes.

“This better be an unbelievable explana…”

“Hey! Take it easy before it gets weird.” Sam said, breaking things up between Walker and Bucky.

“I know where Karlie is.” Zemo announced.

“Well, where?”

“All we know is that it's a memorial.’

“So we're going to intercept her there.” Sam stated trying to stop Walker from following us.

“That means civilians, high risk of casualties.” Battlestar stated.

“Alright, good, we'll move in fast.” Walker ordered, moving around Sam.

“No. Sam and I are going to talk to her, civilly. I'm not sure if you know what that means, do you want me to give you the definition?”

“We want to talk to her alone.”

“Don't be smart with me bitch!”

“What did you call me!?” I went to charge him, but Bucky grabbed my arm to stop me.

“I'm not losing her again!” Walker shouted.

“Look, the person closest to her died, she's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now.”

“What? No, no! No, no, no, stop!” Walker tried to get us to stop walking.

“I know you think you can't reason with people like her, Walker, but I used to be in her shoes. I know what it's like to feel like the world doesn't care about you. I was that girl almost 90 years ago. Abraham was my Donya, and I lost him. If anything, she needs someone who knows what it's like, not someone who got handed everything.” I attempted to walk around him, but he shoved me back.

“I think we're way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.”

“You two walk in there cold, she could kill you.”

“If we go in hot, and the op goes wrong, more people could die." Sam tried to reason.

“I believe that Sam and I can reason with her.” I tried to explain.

“You're gonna let them do this?” Walker turned to Bucky.

Bucky had a look of confidence and confusion. I know he hated the thought of me going in there, but he also knew I was right. He knew Sam and I both had a good chance of convincing her to stand down.

“You're going to let your partners walk into a room with a super soldier alone?" Walker tried to contort his thoughts into not letting me walk in.

I locked eyes with Bucky, begging him to not listen to Walker. That he wasn't the voice of reason, that I was. I begged him to trust me with this mission, that I could do this. I knew I could defend myself if it came to that, so could Sam. I could see the war going on in his head though, and I was almost convinced he was going to pull me out.

“They've dealt with worse. And Sam isn't my partner.” Bucky responded, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse.” Sam tried to convince Walker more.

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I believe this is a bad idea.”

“Wait, John. If they can talk her down it might be worth a try.”

Walker scoffs, “fine," he turns to Zemo, "we'll deal with you later.”

“I'm sure you all will come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead.” Zemo gestures to a little girl and we start walking again, “hello my friend,” he pulls some money out of his pocket, “this is for your family. Can you show us the way?”

The little girl nods and starts walking ahead. I looked to Bucky, reminding him this is why I haven't called to check up on Jamie with Zemo around.

“What the hell?”

“For once I agree with you.” I mumble to myself, staying close to Bucky.

The little girl leads us to what appears to be the back entrance to where this gathering is happening. She stops, opens the door and nods. She starts to walk in gesturing us to follow her.

“This is the place.” Zemo stated.

Sam and I get in front of the group, and go to follow the little girl. Walker grabs Zemo quickly, and I thought a fight was going to break out. Walker cuffs Zemo to a boiler looking thing, and pins him there.

“You two have 10 minutes, then we’re doing things my way.” Walker states.

Sam and I rush in to find time for us to talk to Karli before Walker can get to her. As we walk around, we notice the building we’re in is two levels. Sam and I watch Karli’s speech from the upper level. Hearing her talk about Donya reminded me a lot of how I would have talked about Dr. Erskine. The more she talked, the more I felt connected to her.

After everyone left, Sam and I decided to go down, and talk with her. I had a feeling this was gonna be both easy and challenging. I had faith that we were going to be able to talk her down. I was confident Sam felt the exact same way I did.

“I saw you two back there.” Karli spoke, her back turned to us.

“We came alone.” Sam spoke.

“We just want to talk, Karli.” I tried to speak as softly as I could to her, I didn’t want to scare her off, and blow our chance.

“We’re sorry for your loss.” Sam spoke genuinely.

“Don’t condescend to me, I’m not a child.”

“We’re not condescending. I know what it’s like to lose some, believe me.”

“No you don’t, not like this.”

“I do.” I spoke up.

Karli turned to me, then looked at Sam. I wanted her to know I had once come from where she is. I knew what it was like to be someone the government mistreated. I had to get those words out. Maybe then she would stop all this, and everything could go back to normal. No more people would get hurt.

“It doesn’t have to be a war, Karli.”

“They started a war as soon as they kicked us out of our homes and onto the streets. People all around the world need me. Millions of them.”

“We can’t speak for millions, but we understand you, Y/n especially. She came from the same situation you’re facing right now.” Sam mentioned. He had to say anything to gain her attention.

“I understand your frustration, and I understand your helplessness.” I interjected.

Karli stood there for a second before she finally spoke, “so you want me to stop because people are gettin’ hurt, right? But what if I’m making the world a better place?”

“It’s not a better place if you’re killing people, it’s just different.”

“I used to think that fighting back was the only thing, the only way you could get people to listen.”

“You both are either brilliant, or just hopelessly optimistic.” Karli smiles.

“Can’t we be a little bit of both?” Sam chuckled.

“No.”

“Y/n, she knows more about Super Soldiers than anyone on this planet. She was Erskine’s protégé back in the 1930s and 40s."

"It's true. Erskine was my Donya. He saved me from the streets of Germany. He gave me a home, clothes, and food. Everything I could have needed. When things got bad in Germany, he smuggled me away to America. He only wanted what was best for me. I fought back against those who killed him, but I also rebelled against the government back in Germany. Trust me, it got me nowhere fast. It changed nothing, loads of people still died, and I didn’t help.”

“This guy we know who knows a lot about Super Soldiers too, he says you’re a supremacist.”

“Me?” Karli asked as Sam went to sit next to her.

“Yeah.” Sam responded.

“That’s ridiculous. Everything I do is to end supremacy. These corporations and the beasts who run them, they’re the supremacists.”

“So, let us ask you, you have more serum right?” Sam asked, standing up.

“So?”

“Are you going to increase your army? You’re killin’ innocent people.”

“They’re not innocent. They’re roadblocks in my journey, and I’d kill them again if I had to.”

“Wow.” Sam and I were both shocked at what just came out of her mouth.

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that. You tricked me into sounding like…”

“Like what?”

“The people I’m fightin’ are trying to take your home, Sam. Why are you here instead of stopping them?”

“You know, my sister is waiting for that exact same answer.”

“We’re not your enemy, Karli. We agree with your fight.”

“We just can’t get with the way you’re fightin’ it.”

“And I’m sure she wouldn’t either.” I look at Donya, hoping Karli would agree.

Meanwhile:

“No, no, no, no. This is a bad idea.” Walker started speaking aggressively as he paced the small room.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Bucky spoke up as he leaned against the door frame. He wanted to block the way to give Sam and Y/n time to talk to Karli, though Walker was convinced it was already taking too long.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“They know what they’re doing, especially Y/n. She’s done this dance before. Give them the time.” Bucky kept trying to convince him.

Bucky couldn’t tell at what point he was convincing John, or still convincing himself. He trusted Y/n and Sam, he knew in his head they could do it. His heart was the one screaming at him to just let John go after them. All Bucky wanted was his girl safe, that’s it.

“I’m goin’ in.” Walker started walking quickly towards the doorway.

Bucky immediately stopped him. If anything, now he was going to risk their lives rather than save them. That was something Bucky couldn’t have. His girl was in there with someone who could easily kill them, and he didn’t want that.

“This is all really easy for you isn't it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins. Barnes, your partners need backup in there. You really want their blood on your hands?”

Bucky is lost for words. He was staring at John to intimidate him, but now, he was frozen in fear. John knew just what to say to get Bucky to do as he said. The last thing he wanted to do was be the reason for Y/n’s death. That was his biggest fear, to come home to their son without his mom.

“Karli Morgenthau, you’re under arrest.” Walker announced, walking in.

Karli looked between Sam and I. This son of a bitch just ruined any chance we had of getting her to back down. From the looks of it, Bucky didn’t put up a fight either.

“So this is what that was?”

“Karli wait…” I stepped closer to her, I needed her to see where this could end. Her fight was going to lead to devastation, and this asshole Walker just ruined everything.

“Tricking me till your backup arrived?” Karli backed away.

“We had enough time to talk.”

By now Bucky and Walker’s partner in crime had walked in. Bucky was trying to get to Walker, but his buddy wouldn’t let him get close. Karli started yelling, and John was trying to grab her. Chaos had broken out in just a few short seconds. It took all I had not to knock Walker on his ass right then and there.

Karli pushed John into a table before taking off. Bucky had shoved the sidekick back, and started going after her. I followed suit hoping I could touch Karli, just so she could feel that I was telling the truth.

We were stopped by a whole group of her allies and fights started breaking out, but I continued to follow her. She was my target, my mission, and I couldn’t let her get away. I didn’t get far though when I met back up with Sam and Bucky.

“I lost her.” Bucky announced.

“I swear to god, next time I see Walker’s face, I’m gonna kill him! Why the hell did you let him get through!” I charged at Bucky.

“Y/n, wait a minute! We don’t know that Bucky let him through.” Sam tried to reason.

“Walker didn’t have a damn scratch on him. If Bucky fought back, he would have been on the ground in 2 seconds flat.”

Bucky stayed quiet because he knew I was right. I was so frustrated that we got so close, and now we are right back to where we started. I was so angry I punched one of the walls in the room we were in.

“Y/n, doll, calm down.”

“No! Because Walker got in, people are going to die. You could have prevented that if you just put up a fight.”

“Are you saying that blood is going to be on my hands?”

“Well you certainly aren’t helping your case here.”

“Y/n! Knock it off. I get you’re frustrated, but take a walk before you say something you can’t take back.” Sam yelled.

I knew he was right. I was about to tell Bucky that the blood of everyone who could die at Karli’s hands was going to be because of him. He already struggles enough with that. I stood there and took a deep breath in to calm myself as Bucky started talking.

“You wanna know what really happened back there? He used you against me. Saying if Karli turned on you, your blood would be on my hands. That would be something I couldn’t live with knowing.”

“Walker plays mind games huh? I’m really gonna kill him this time. So, I suggest you keep us as far apart as possible.”

We started to walk around to see if we could find Walker, when Bucky pulled me aside. I was shocked at how aggressively he grabbed me, but was even more shocked when a rough kiss was what I was met with rather than yelling. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. After a few seconds he pulled away.

“The last thing I want to do is lose you. I’m sorry I let John get past me like that, but…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated at the situation. Had John not got between Karli and I, I would have been able to show her I wasn’t lying. That Sam and I were really there to show her we agree with her ideals. That I once was just like her. That Erskine was my Donya.”

“I’m glad he rescued you. He brought you to me.”

I giggle, “don’t get sappy on me Buck. I could have easily ended up in a completely different scenario. I could have ended up as Schmidt’s protégé.”

“We would have never met then. I wouldn’t know where I would be without you.”

“Okay, come on lover boy. Let’s get back before Sam gets worried we ran out on him or something.”

We ran to catch up with Sam who had found a door leading to a staircase. We ran in, and saw Walker with a knocked out Zemo on the ground. Walker’s sidekick came running in a few seconds behind us. We looked at each other, then back to Walker. I felt Bucky grab my arm to let me know not to murder him here, no matter how badly I wanted to.

‘What did we miss?” Sam asked, hoping someone could explain the passed out Zemo.

No one said a word as Bucky walked down and picked Zemo up. We walked off back to his place leaving Walker behind. I was so glad Bucky and Sam were there to stop me because I really just wanted to knock Walker out.

When we got into the house, Bucky laid Zemo on the couch. Then, Bucky grabbed my arm and dragged me to one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut. I was shocked at his bold moves, but I knew we couldn’t do anything with these thin walls, and Sam sitting in the other room.

When Walker played mind games with him, it unlocked something in Bucky. A side I had not seen in a very long time, a side of him I hadn’t seen since the war. Bucky pulled me close after shrugging off his jacket, kissing me passionately, his hands trailing my body. He attempted to start to undress me before I pulled away slowly.

“Everything okay, doll?”

“Not here Bucky. Not when it’s so quiet.”

“You said when we got a vacation.”

“Not with Sam on the other side of the door. He’ll hear everything. I promise, I will find us some alone time, but not right now.”

“Okay,” Bucky grabbed his jacket, putting it back on, “I’m going out for a walk. I’ll be back.” He kissed me gently before walking out.

I sat in the room trying to gather my own thoughts as to what just happened. I started hearing talking from the living room. Zemo was awake now, and he was asking Sam about being offered the super soldier serum. He then asked Sam if he would ever take it. I started to think about Bucky, how he never got the choice. He was a lab rat for HYDRA, and didn’t get a say on the matter.

“Super Soldiers should be allowed to exist.” Zemo spoke.

“Isn’t that how gods talk? And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?”

“You know Zemo, Bucky didn’t get a choice,” I could feel the tears already coming, “and if that’s how you think, then Erskine should have been thrown in jail before he was able to give Steve the serum. Let HYDRA and the Nazis control the world.” I could feel my voice crack.

Right on queue Bucky walked through the doors, “something’s not right about Walker.” He announced.

“You don’t say.”

“Well, I know crazy when I see one because I am crazy.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Sam!” I glare at him, and he puts his hands up in defense.

“You shouldn’t have given him the shield.” Bucky stated, pouring himself a drink.

“I didn’t give him the shield.” Sam protested.

“Here we go again.” I roll my eyes.

“Well Steve definitely didn’t.” Bucky looks at Sam as he takes a drink.

Suddenly the doors burst open, “All right that’s it let’s go. I’m ordering you to turn him over.”

“Oh Walker, I've been waiting for you to walk through those doors.” I walk over to him ready to fight.

��I’m flattered, sweetheart, but Lemar is the one interested in you.”

“Hey, just slow your roll,” Sam said, getting between Walker, and me and Zemo, “let’s be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth. Now, we had Karli there, and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today. We’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s comin’ next.”

“How do you want the rest of this conversation to go, huh?”

“I know how I want it to go.” I raise my hand. Sam glares at me and I put it down.

“Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?”

“Oh yeah, bring it Walker.” I say gathering all my strength to knock him out in one shot.

Walker puts the shield up against one of the columns, but as he goes to stand up, a spear aims right for his head. Too bad he moved out of the way quickly. Then the other two walked in and started speaking Wakandan to Bucky and I.

“Even if he is a means to your end. Time’s up,” Ayo starts speaking English, “release him to us now.”

“More than happy to Ayo. Was willing to when we met up the first time.”

“Hi, John Walker, Captain America.” John reached his hand out to shake Ayo’s, and all I could do was laugh. “Well, let’s, uh, put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

“Hey John, take it easy,” Sam smiled to himself, “you might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“Hear how he said Bucky, and not me. I’m just as tough to fight as the Dora. They may be a little harder than me, by a little.” I said, kind of bragging.

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here…”

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” Ayo spoke, sounding very annoyed, and very angry.

“Okay, look I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot…” Walker put his hand on Ayo’s shoulder, and the fight broke out.

I couldn’t help, but sit on the counter to watch. This was better than I thought. Walker kept trying to fight back, but they kept putting him on his ass.

“We should do something.” Sam tried to reason with Bucky.

Bucky crossed his arms, “looking strong John.”

“Bucky…” Sam warned.

He rolled his eyes, and stopped Ayo from stabbing Walker, “Ayo, let’s talk about this.”

I happened to look over my shoulder as Zemo slipped into the bathroom. I shot up from my spot, and ran to the door, “don’t you dare, Zemo!” I banged on the door. I tried to open it, but he had locked it. I used the force of the wind to knock it open, but he had already slipped into the sewer system.

I turn around as I hear the action from behind me stop, “I’m sorry Ayo. I tried to stop him as soon as I saw what he was doing.” She placed a hand on my shoulder before standing back up. I turned around to see Bucky’s arm on the floor as the Dora headed out.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked as Bucky went to pick up his arm to put it back on.

“No.” Bucky swung his arm around once it was back in place.

Bucky and Sam walked over to the opened sewer drain, “I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.” Sam gazed down.

“I can.” Bucky said, annoyed, “come on.” Bucky started to walk out.

We wander the streets for a bit. Sam’s phone starts going off, and he picks it up quickly. Whoever is on the other end sounds panicked. By how quickly Sam is answering them, it’s pretty concerning to Bucky and I.

“”Pack an overnight bag, take the boys somewhere.”

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, concerned.

Sam pulls the phone from his ear for a second, “Karli called my sister. She threatened my nephews,” he goes back to talking to Sarah, “wherever you go only pay cash. Let me know when you get there. I love you. You know I would never let anything happen to you or the boys. I’ll talk to you soon.”

I begin to panic about Jamie, and I can tell the same fear has rushed over Bucky. “I’ll call Miranda once we meet with Karli.”

“Maybe you should check on him now.” Bucky sounded worried, and I nodded.

Just as I went to call Miranda I got a text from her, “she just texted me saying that she is taking Jamie somewhere. She got a call, probably similar to Sarah.”

“Tell her to contact Sarah and meet up. That way they’re together, and safe.” Sam suggested.

“I agree.” I sent the sitter a text with Sarah’s contact information, and told her to stay with them till we get state side.

At that point Sam got a message with the coordinates we were to meet Karli, “she said come alone.”

“I’m going with you.” Bucky stated, rubbing my back to soothe me.

I nodded in agreement as we headed to suit up. We then headed to where Karli asked us to meet. It was in the same area where the gathering for Madani was, which made it easy for us I guess. We knew if she took off though, we wouldn’t be able to find her again.

“Karli!” Sam yelled, announcing our presence. She then peeked her head out, and we ascended the stairs nearby.

“You called my sister, and her babysitter. Is that how we’re going to play this?” Sam asked, angry as hell.

“I would never hurt them. I just wanted to understand the two of you better,” she looks over, seeing Bucky, “I see you, um, didn’t come alone.”

“You have to end this now.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, either of you. You both are tools in the regimes I want to destroy. You’re not hiding behind a shield.” Karli started.

“Yeah Walker doesn’t exactly know how to properly fight it seems.” I chuckled, earring me a glare from Sam.

“If I were to kill you, it’d be meaningless. I was going to ask you to join me. Or do the world a favor and let me go.” Karli continued, practically begging.

Sam then looked down at his arm piece. He seemed to zoom in as panic sunk in his face. He then looked up and over to Bucky, “it’s Walker.”

Bucky jumped down, but Karli followed, and knocked him into a column. Sam and I jumped down after, so Karli didn’t hurt him. I ran over to help Bucky up as Sam and Karli fought. Once Bucky was on his feet, I helped Sam out by knocking her into one of the columns behind her.

“I’ll send you the two of you the coordinates, go.” Sam ordered before taking off.

Bucky and I took off after Karli. We chased her through the streets before she dipped back into the building. We went to head up the stairs, but Bucky was knocked down by one of the Flagsmashers. Bucky shoved them down the stairs, but they got right back up. He then kicked them into a wall, and they fell through.

We went back to chasing up the stairs after her. At the top of the stairs there was a doorway that led to a huge room. Sam and Walker were fighting off Flagsmashers left and right. I groaned knowing we had to help Walker. Bucky ran up and punched one in the face that was about to take Sam out from behind.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky said, going back to fighting.

I kept shoving them into each other, then pushing them towards Bucky or Sam to take care of. It was working well to start, then things went south when Lemar was kicked into column at full speed by Karli. He was dead on impact, though Walker begged for him not to be.

Sam, Bucky, and I took off after Karli. The chase led to the streets, and we were met with a horrible, gruesome scene. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Steve’s shield was used as a weapon for the first time. I was disgusted, angry, and numb all at once. All I could do was cling to Bucky to keep me standing straight.

“What has he done?”

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#bucky x reader #sam wilson x platonic!reader #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #john walker #baron zemo #waiting for forever

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TSYHitD Chapter 11: Part 1

Hi, so, I haven’y finished the 11th chapter of my main fic yet, and it’s been a couple of months. I’m getting there, but I also have some other stuff and am both passionate and not passionate about it. So, I decided to put the first part of it on here, since I’ve got a lot of it (and yet so little) of it done. Here’s the first 10 chapters of the fic in case you want to read them: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29912421/chapters/73620945

[This chapter starts earlier than last chapter, just after the first automaton attack, then it continues to follow the rest of the episode. I didn’t plan this correctly, but it works. This is gonna be a big boy.]

[Excluding Varian’s POV, everyone’s POV in this chapter is gonna be in third person because I’m just tired and this is a long chapter. I just started writing in third person and couldn’t stop, so now everyone is gonna be in third person. Except for Varian. For stylistic reasons.]

[Rated C for cursing]

(Sidenote, I forgot that Varian isn’t here right now and comes in literally right after where this drops off. Sorry. I’ll add more later. At some point)

But anyways, I present part 1 of chapter 11 of my fic, The Sounds You Hear in the Dark!:

~Rapunzel’s POV~

Rapunzel felt a bit shell shocked. She had just been attacked by a giant robot. Scratch that, she had just been attacked by an AUTOMATON. And there was only one other person in all of Corona who had ever seen one. And that person was one emotionally unstable, possibly delusional genius engineer who hated her and was on the run from the law. This realization slowly came to Rapunzel as she stared at the machine down below.

It was...a lot to think about. It felt like she hadn’t slept in days, ever since she had that dream, the dream that changed everything. Conflicting thoughts and feelings ran through her head like flies feasting upon a dead rat. A gruesome description indeed, but an accurate one, since she felt a bit like a dead rat. On the one hand, Rapunzel felt incredibly guilty about Varian, and was more than a little worried about him. But on the other hand, he had just attacked her, and knowing him and their last conversation, he was planning something. No matter how much she loathed the idea, Rapunzel needed to tell her dad. She just hoped it wouldn’t go as badly as all the other times.

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Rapunzel slammed open the doors to the throne room and marched inside, halting the conversation in its tracks. A bit of a demanding way to grab everyone’s attention, but it was necessary. Rapunzel’s father stood up, probably a bit annoyed, if not offended, but Rapunzel honestly didn’t care. She was going to be heard, no matter what it took.

“We already know Varian was behind the attack,” Rapunzel announced, “the real question is, what was he trying to achieve, and more importantly, what is he planning to do next?” A look of frustration crossed her father’s face before disappearing, replaced with a more stern look that was ready to scold her or talk down to her, a look she was getting really tired of. She already had to deal with this far too much when it came to Gothel, and even that didn’t feel quite as demeaning (at least, not in the moment) as this did.

“That boy is dangerous, and I assure you he will pay dearly,” Rapunzel’s father said in an almost ominous manner. Oh no, it was gonna be one of THOSE arguments again. Rapunzel had to hold herself back from facepalming or even shouting, knowing fully well that that wouldn’t help her. “Listen, Dad, last time I saw him, Varian was paranoid and angry at us, and this attack is proof that he is willing to act on those feelings. And speaking of which, we never got to talk about him being paranoid. He mentioned some pretty interesting things to me, some stuff about your whole ‘keeping big secrets’ thing and the fact that you may have put him under house arrest for literally no reason. What might that have been about?”

The king paused for a moment, seemingly processing what she just said. “So he did. Well, I will admit that we were somewhat aware he was a potential threat early on, so we may have...neutralized it.” Rapunzel was stunned. A smoke bomb in their psychic battle of wills, catching her completely off guard. She honestly had no clue how to respond or what to say. She never really dealt with these kinds of plot twists all that well, especially ones with such horrifying implications.

“I will admit, you’re right about one thing,” her father sighed. Rapunzel felt a flicker of hope well up inside her and she calmed down slightly. “That boy is willing to act on his paranoia and anger. But that is why I believe him to be so dangerous to you,” he began, and Rapunzel suddenly felt that little flicker of hope get buried in metaphorical sand. “That is why I must do this. I officially declare that as long as Varian remains a threat, you are to remain locked in your room.” WHAT THE FU-

(I know Raps is legally not allowed to curse, but this is an AU in which she knows a few, she just doesn’t really use them)

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~Eugene’s POV~

‘Well that could have gone a heck of a lot better,’ Eugene thought before turning to his royal majesty to give him a stern talking to. Unlike Rapunzel, Eugene had a fantastic skill called ‘being willing to tell someone what’s what’, and oh boy was he ready to use it.

“How is this any different than what Gothel did?! Honestly! How is it any different?! Explain to me! Because I’m really not understanding why you would LOCK HER IN A TOWER WHILE KNOWING WHAT SHE’S GONE THROUGH!” Eugene shouted. “I know this may be hard to understand, but you must realize that I had no choice,” the king tried to explain. “Wha- Of course you had a choice! You’re the king! You can’t just keep her up there!”

Regret flashed across the king’s face before his expression hardened. “I must do whatever it takes to keep Rapunzel safe from harm!” Eugene turned away for a moment in frustration, before announcing “you know, this is probably the most harmful, dangerous thing anyone has ever done to her, and you’re the one who’s inflicting that harm.” Then he walked away, leaving the king to reflect on everything.

~Queen Arianna’s POV~

Queen Arianna was conflicted. She loved her husband, but sometimes he could be a bit...frustrating, and unimaginably stubborn. It was also unfortunate that their daughter just so happened to have a bit of a stubborn streak as well. So here she was, trying to mediate between two people who were both technically right in their reasoning, but largely unwilling to listen, both stuck in their ways, their own heads.

It was hard, trying to be the referee, as when it came to family arguments, if both sides were trying to win rather than come to a middle ground, both would lose. And in this case, both sides were very much trying to win. At least Arianna was an experienced diplomate, though it was annoying that she needed to use her skills on her own family.

First she would need to confront her husband, the harder task. He would require a gentle approach, possibly a bit of buttering to get him to focus on her, before she could carefully slip in the topic. Arianna knew him well enough to know that he would jump right into an explanation the moment she would bring it up, so she would have to listen to him talk for a bit and wear himself out. Then she could come in with her defense, get him to consider Rapunzel’s feelings on the matter and how it will affect her in the long run. Maybe convince him to have another talk with his daughter, listen to her and how she feels?

It would be a tricky thing, getting Fredrick out of his own head, but Arianna could try.

Arianna stepped into their shared bedroom, her husband standing by the window, looking outside with a sad expression. She closed the door behind her, the light sound of the shut declaring her presence, causing Fredrick to turn to her. “My love,” he greeted, smiling slightly. “Hello dear,” Arianna replied lovingly, waiting for a beat just in case Fredrick gave her a good opportunity to start the talk in a way that would go at least somewhat according to plan. “How are you feeling?” he asked. Jackpot! Arianna’s brain did a fistpump, but she externally maintained her composure.

“A little tired. A lot has been happening the past few days,” she said as she sat down in one of their chairs, Fredrick walking over to sit next to her, “and the recent attack hasn’t really helped matters.” Putting it on a bit thick, aren’t you Ari? She suddenly wished she had done that a bit better, but it was a little too late for that. She would just have to work around any potential fretting that might come her way.

“I’m sorry. However, you need not worry. The boy will be brought to justice,” Fredrick assured her. Ah. That wasn’t a good sign. She’d have to deal with that later. But for now, she’d have to just press down her dread and push on. Arianna nodded her head and tried her best to look relieved in a way that would make it look like she was trying to hide her relief. She looked back at her husband and became a bit more serious.

“I heard what happened earlier with Rapunzel.” Set the bait. Fredrick sighed. “I just want to protect her. But she never listens to me! She doesn’t understand that everything I do is to keep her safe! I just...don’t want to lose her again.” So that’s what this was all about. Arianna watched sadly as she saw hurt and regret flash across Fredrick’s eyes. She was forced to pause for a moment, desperately trying to push down her own painful memories of nightmare filled nights, sobbing herself to sleep, wishing on thousands of stars for her little girl to come home, the sounds of a baby screaming and crying filling her ears…

Still, a memory managed to escape; about a month after Rapunzel was taken, Arianna privately bought herself a little baby doll. A bit childish, sure, but she couldn’t help herself. The day she got it, she wrapped it up in a little blanket (a gift from the baby shower) and just...held it for a while, walking around what was going to be her little girl’s room. Arianna couldn’t help but hum to her little doll, and eventually, she found herself crying. She broke down at the time, and had to take a rest afterwards. Those little moments used to happen on occasion. Arianna felt her eyes getting wet just thinking about it.

She quickly wiped her eyes, and took her husband’s hand. “We missed a lot, didn’t we?” she said, sniffling for a second and looking down at her lap. “She grew up without us. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? She’s all grown up.” Arianna forced herself to take a deep breath in. “She’s turning nineteen today. She’s an adult now. And we need to learn how to accept that. We can’t always protect her. She already knows how to take care of herself. Besides, Rapunzel’s been through a lot and had her wings clipped enough times to be able to tell the difference between protection and captivity. We’re not the only ones with baggage. Her’s just so happens to go against ours. We need to time about her pain. Because if we start treating her like how she’s been treated for the first eighteen years of her life, no matter the reason, she’ll start to see us the same way she remembers Gothel.”

Arianna finally turned back to her husband, who looked at her with a...conflicted expression. “I don’t want her to see us that way. Please just talk to her. And this time, just listen. Don’t think up a response while she talks, don’t interrupt, none of that. Just listen to what she’s saying.” Arianna stood up, squeezed his hand, and walked out to give him a while to think about it. That conversation hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but it achieved its purpose.

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Now she just needed to deal with the other side of the argument. Rapunzel was a bit easier to talk to than Fredrick. She was also stubborn, but was good at listening to any third parties when approached by someone who wasn’t siding with the opposition. If you approached her right, she would immediately take time to listen and pay attention. Rapunzel would probably go right into explaining her frustration and vent for a bit, but immediately listen when her mother began an explanation.

The nice part was that though Rapunzel inherited a bit of her father’s stubbornness, she also inherited her mother’s diplomacy and ability to pick up on others’ behaviors and emotions. Or maybe it was because she had the misfortune to be raised by a narcissist her entire life. Maybe that’s where she got so many of her more seemingly positive traits.

It was sad, how badly the kidnapper had damaged their minds, even in death controlling their actions and thoughts. But they could be brave. They could move forward. They could be a happier family than they’d ever been.

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Beyond the Water's Reflection - Chapter 1 - softwhiskeyjack - Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates [Archive of Our Own]

I've reread Beyond the Water's reflection so many times I wish that there was a new chapter with how gorgeous they have witten it.

(Spoilers up ahead if you want to read it for yourself)

To satiate my thirst for more of their story I've decide to come up with ideas of how I think the story would of gone on if they didn't discontinue it/no longer had an intrest on the series anymore. I could be absolutely wrong about all of my ideas, but my imagination has run wild for too long on this and there is no going back!!! Also the person that wrote Beyond the Water’s Reflection uses most of the Japanese names for the story.

First Idea!

•Shinonome and the other half of the gang rescue Matoi, Hisame, and Rhajhat

•Shinonome opens up to Xander a little more and tells him stuff about his and the others past with as vague of details as to not find out who they truly are

•Siegbert's gang escapes Hoshido during the night, but are caught escaping. Most of them escape, but Siegbert. Ryouma decides to use Siegbert as a hostage to lure the Nohrian group to get Shinonome back to Hoshido

•By shear luck Siegbert's group finds Shiro's group using either Velour's sense of smell or Opheila's warping ability (maybe a bit of both). They're all winded and some of them are still hurt from their previous injuries or from escaping Hoshido

•The next couple of days--or weeks who knows?--when everyone is in a more talkative Kisaragi finally snaps telling Shinonome about what happened and that he accidentally told his dad and Shiro's dad on who they actually were and that they don't know where Siegbert is (Siegbert told them to split up and meet up again. They don't know yet that Siegbert has been taken hostage)

•Shinonome is horrified at this revelation. He tells Kisaragi to tell the other half of the group he came with to also not tell the truth. He wants to kept this a secret for now until he finds the right time to tell the truth. He doesn't want mass panic to settle into their group, especially now Kana doesn't have her dragon stone

•Shinonome tells Xander that he and the rest of his group are going to travel to Hoshido since one of their friends is still there. Xander sees the obvious worry in Shinonome's face and asks him why he's worried. Hoshido is a wonderful place and is fairly peaceful, why should he worry? He then replies, "Not if your Nohrian."

•Siegbert is held in a deep—dank (no not the good kind)— dungeon where the sun don’t shine and everyone that is normally on death row is held: neat.

•Shinonome asks to talk to Xander again in their usual spot by the river. Xander shows up as Shinonome slowly starts to ask weird questions like, “What if you found out that the Bottomless Canyon isn’t so bottomless?”. Xander finally asks what is Shinonome trying to say and he lets all of the truth flow out of his mouth (he doesn’t, howerever, mention the fact that they are actually their children in an alternate timeline and that Siegbert is his kid. Xander thinks that Siegbert is just a different timeline version of him or the king of Nohr)

•Skipping forward a few weeks/months? The group heads to Hoshido and stops at the Nohrian side of the bridge at the Bottomless Canyon where they are met with that world’s Hoshidan royal family. Ryouma holds his hand out and asks Shino to come home along with Kisaragi. He says no. He then brings Siegbert out all battered and bruised. Thinking this will convince him to come home he asks again, but Shinonome being Shinonome, he takes that as a sign of war against his group and promptly goes apeshit (as you should)

•He fights with Ryouma who is absolutely surprised to his that his son from another world would willingly attack him, his own father, over a Nohrian Prince. What he doesn’t know is that before his dad’s death, they never really got along; hence, Shininome has already accepted the fact that his dad is already dead to him both figuratively and literally.

•Ryouma realizing, but still not fully understanding, Shinonome loves Siegbert more than he fears Ryouma

•While fighting he compliments Shino on his fighting skills. Shinonome says he talks to much

•Kisaragi just sadly looks over at Takumi from over the boarder. Takumi feels betrayed by Kisaragi and decides to shoot at him

•A battle happens. Shinonome get Siegbert and books it with him

•Xander calls off the battle. Ryouma, being a little shit, decides that if he can’t have Shinonme then Nohr can’t either. He cuts the bridge while Shino is running with Sieggy and is just about to make it to the other side

•Xander reaches out for Shinonome’s hand

•Xander fails

•Shinonome and Siegbert fall into the Bottomless Canyon

•When they breach the other world instead seeing familiar lands they were used too; They were greeted by floating islands, broken lands, and the edge of the world

Second Idea!

•Happens similarly in the first part. But, when Sieg’s group escapes from Hoshido happens differently.

•They almost leave the premises without noticing with Shiro’s Rajinto. But someone, we never truly find out who, sounds the alarm. They panic rushing into groups with missing pieces of armor on and a few weapons on hand. Raijinto, Fujin Yumi, a bow and a couple of arrows, a healing staff, stuff that is light and easy to carry

-Siegbert and Soleil are traveling on Velour’s back (Wolfskin Form)

-Percy and Nina on a flying unit (found out that Ace and Avel are dead because the author said they died in their old world)

-Ignatuis and Sophie on a horse

-Dwyer and Ophelia are traveling using a warp spell

•When Siegbert and Soleil were getting on Velour’s back the were hit with poisoned arrows from enemy lines and when Ophelia was just about to warp out of there with Dwyer a spear’s master cuts the area where she was when she warped

•Back to Shinonome’s POV we see him fall on one knee. His group and Xander panic over him asking, “What’s wrong?” And, “Are you okay?” When Shinonome answers them he says something along the lines of, “Somethings wrong.” Like, he can’t even explain it, but in his gut he can feel the dread of something going to happen or is happening at this moment and it is coming here fast

•A couple hours have passed by and Ophelia warps her group the Shinonome’s. Velour follows her scent as Ace and Avel follow behind her.

•Kinu smells Ophelia and Dwyer’s scent as Forrest sense a magical presence. When the find that it’s Ophelia they are ecstatic to see her, but before they can get a closer look at her, she collapses into Forrest arms as he feels a warm liquid start to seep onto his shirt. As he looks down at he sees blood. He then touches Ophelia’s stomach to see blood is covering his hands as Dwyer, Mitama, and himself start to heal her to the best of their abilities.

•Kinu hears the tell tail signs of a wyvern and a few horses. Siegbert and everyone else arrive mortally wounded.

•Siegbert and Soleil also pass out from exhaustion and being poisoned by an arrow and all of that. Mitama is using all of her energy to save her(girlfriend). Shinonome is panicking over Siegbert.

•Next day; Siegbert and everyone else that was in his group that was injured was put into a pop up medical tent for the time being.

•Xander wants to meet this boy that Shinonome is fond of as he wonders why he cared so much for a single stranger. Maybe it was the look of pain he was in or maybe it was how young he was to experience such a painful wound. Xander wonders how he got so many painful scars that littered the entirety of his frail, small body.

•When Siegbert wakes up he isn’t surrounded by familiar faces, but instead wakes up to find King Xander next to his bedside diligently looking over something important. Siegbert is obviously freaked out by this since his last interaction with a king didn’t end up so well for him and his family. Plus he wasn’t exactly comfortable seeing a living version of his father. Seeing someone you’ve already accept as dead is kinda not good.

•Siegbert doesn’t want to seem rude but he also really doesn’t want to interact with Xander, so his solution is to say he want to check up on the others. Xander says he’ll lead him to them, but Siegbert being uber stressed, lashes out instead saying he doesn’t need any help.

•Even though most people would of thought that as rude(But since Xander royalty most people would think Sieggy insane and wishing for a death sentence.) Xander feels sad more than anything. He should be mad, but can’t. Did he do something wrong?

•Ignoring all of the Xanny and Sieggy Angst(TM). Kisaragi is dealing with his own angst because even though Takumi was—Is his dad—he can’t help but feel guilty for leaving. He knows this is the right choice! Everyone that his group was looking for is with them, sure they are a little worse for wear, but they are still here! He was told about them leaving and decided to leave with them even though he could of stayed back in Hoshido! All he wished is that his dad could one day understand his choice.

That’s all I have for right now! Maybe I can make a part two if I get any more ideas. If any one wants to add on to this after reading it I would like to know about it! That’s all, bye

#fe Siegbert #fe Shiro #fe Shinonome #fe Kiragi #fe Kisaragi #fe Ryouma #fe Takumi #fe Xander #Fire Emblem Fates #fanfic headcanons?#angst #ShiroSieg #ShinoSieg

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ladylesso · 4 years

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thea gushes over kate's "alex vs the school for good" fanfic

i've reread this fanfic twice before it was finished but now it's finished, therefore i will read this beautiful work of art a third time and i have no regrets because this is the best fanfic in the entire fandom and i love kate so let's go (u never asked for it but here it is @pumpkinpaperweight)

i love how alex's close relationship with her parents, especially tedros, is already established within the first scene

alex is so witty and her mind is so sharp i've missed her so much :')

alex ribbin on tedros and agatha laughin as a sign of encouragement is my favorite thing

chapter 3: hooray for teenage angst

I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT TEDROS NAMED HIS DOG CHICKEN THAT IS SUCH A TEDROS THING TO DO

will there be a one shot on the multiple ooty ambassor incidents????? i am Excited

"...and the author of this tale had lost their copy of The School for Good and Evil, and therefore could not remember exactly what the School for Good was meant to look like. They were running entirely off memory, and not doing a bad job, all things considered." KATE AKSKSJDKLFJ

get this: what if the camelot years were just a fever dream and alex vs is canon. what if.

chapter 10: these dogs are still alive for plot devices and comic relief don't @ me

marcy girl chill out

omg dean cromwell vs alex wearing the boys' uniform scene - iconic and sora-approved

oh my god i actually thought sophie stopping thorne was a scene in the actual books instead of in alex vs skdjkdfs

i love kate's adult! sophie - very realistic and in character

chapter 13: HA! GAY!

talib and sora my babies my precious my lovelies

"talib grinned, looking back in the direction of the classroom - sora kept looking at him and missed a step on the stairs" gay

chapter 15: my gran could do better, and she killed a warlock with a cheesecake - I LOVE THE CHAPTER TITLES SO MUCH

alex is so precious why are people being so mean to her :'( sora and i will happily burn them alive

"chaddick and lancelot always smacked her with the butt of the sword to signify a hit, but tedros had tended to sort of half-heartedly shove her off of the mat, unwilling to hurt her" tedros being a good and caring soft dad :')

"alex, what does your dad have?" "low self-esteem?" JESUS ALEX SKDFJLSDJFLJFSLDJ

"alex's temper was utterly uncontrollable, and hort didn't know how he'd forgotten- now it was all rushing back to him in one big, rather traumatic, wave" I'M LAUGHING

omg four year old alex defending her father i'm heart eyes

#i don't like this cromwell bat bring dovey back

"sora's brain was still trying to work out which panic he should prioritise more -the super deadly predators trotting at his feet, or the fact that talib was holding his hand?" Gay

seeing alex cry is like seeing a friend crying - it makes you sad and murderous

"we have been in so many fights.” said alex tiredly. “i wish our author would think of something else. but she won’t, it’s the Trial by Tale next, and that’s all fighting” KATE

chapter 21: EMMA, THEY'RE HOMOSEXUALS

"sora had snatched nadiya’s handkerchief and thrown it to talib like a maid watching her favourite knight" [crying] i would kill a small child for them

sora and alex trying to hide behind each other at the same time is makin me burst into hysterics

oooo sora bout to murder a bitch

sophie acting like an actual dean :')

nadiya's such a queen we stan

june being friends with talib and fondly calling him an idiot is my new religion

alex saying she's the "loser daughter" and me knowing that tedros and agatha are watching her right now hurts. thanks a lot kate

june and thorne???? ship????

omg sora laying it on thick and pretending to be unconscious so talib could carry him sldjsdlkfjdslf

SORA COMPLIMENTING TALIB ON HOW BEAUTIFUL HE LOOKS IN FRONT OF THEIR CLASSMATES

"my darling angel prince" that's Gay "sora fiddled with talib's collar" GAYYYYY

"gentle marital dispute" i adore kate's humor

TALIB PUNCHING THORNE TO PROTECT SORA

"wow,” said sora dreamily.

“he just punched someone in the face, sora,” sighed marcy.

“i’m dying, not blind. that was hot--”

im going to have a heart attack

sora dragging tedros is my new favorite thing

"sora smiled in a very self-satisfied sort of way, almost as if he knew the annoyance he’d caused several hundred miles away" this is sora's true talent

i love how alex breaks the 4th wall

sora: i don't know whether you've noticed, alex, but i can be really rude?

alex: ur not that rude to me

sora: because i thought it might make u cry

:') i love their friendship so much

yes alex! call him out! sora IS emotionally constipated!

omg im curious as to what color alex's fingerglow is

OMG ALEX'S TALENT IS RELATED TO AGATHA'S I LOVE IT

newsflash cromwell! we don't care about ur reputation OR you

alex clutching onto her aunt's arm :'(

awwwwhhh alex w curly hair!! <3

talib is the sweetest boy ever oh my goodness

OH MY GOD HE'S A PISCES OF COURSE KSJFSDJF SOFT BOY

sora is an aquarius HAHA suits him

alex's dramatic entrances are clearly from sophie's influence :')

talib gifting sora roses that's Gay

sora foreshadowing how ros and raiden will get along >:)

sora is a grumpy old man in a 16 year old body but WILL eat his friend's questionably edible birthday cake made for him don’t test him

TALIB AND SORA KISSING QUEEN KATE REALLY DELIVERS

SORA MAKING THE FIRST MOVE I AM SCREECHING I AM GOING TO BITE MY ARM OFF

oh my go d talib don't go ohmygod kate why

OMG ROSALINE POV I'M EXCITED

agatha planning a wrestling match with her and tedros vs cromwell and agatha confirming that the coven have spilled blood over june and will not hesitate to do it again is my favorite thing

if u look closely or if u look at all, ros is clearly a never

tedros: i don't have favorites

agatha: i do. you're my least favorite

tedros: i'm ur husband

agatha: so?

omg alex is tedros' favorite and marcus is agatha's favorite so does that mean ros is sophie's favorite

and now we're in marcus' POV? kate just keeps delivering

omg the famous camelot family scene i've been waiting for is finally coming to fruition

it's official: we stan emi

whenever i hear somebody call agatha the queen of camelot, i get this tight ache of pride in my chest

i love how marcus just looks at his father and tedros knows exactly what he's asking :')

raiden and the twins, marcus and ros? my Body is Ready for ros vs

WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE SLAMMING THE DOOR OPEN IN THIS FANFIC KSHFDJFSLJLJ

anemone campaigning for a ranking board that says who has the hots for who is something i can get behind

"there was a brief scuffle whilst both tedros and agatha fought to hug alex at the same time, which she didn't look in the least bothered about" ALEX FAMILY TIME YAY <3

alex introducing agatha, her famous mother, to her roommates is one of my favorite things

"alex stuck her tongue out at her and went back to rifling in her mother's cloak pockets for food" if this isn’t me -

alex being a wingwoman to make her mom sign marcy's copy of the tale of sophie and agatha is my favorite thing #1972934794

talib not recoginizing tedros as the king of camelot but as alex's dad :')

THE COLD SHOULDER SMOULDER

i love how ros could tell how much a fashion piece costs and what material it is just by looking at it

"there was a resounding crash, and another blade caught his, halfway" i love how tedros entered into this chapter kate is such a good writer

im lovin these marcus and ros descriptions

"rosalind and marcus looked at each other, then, slowly, back at jimmy. both of them suddenly looked a lot older than they were. raiden wondered how much damage they could do as a team. probably quite a lot" "raiden resisted the urge to squish marcus's cheeks" ROS VS HERE I COME

sophie rushing bc she senses drama is a big mood

omg i love these camelot year references

"...whilst tedros tried to pretend he hadn't just tried to shove agatha behind him, and awkwardly returned Excalibur to its sheath" his instincts :')

people mentioning that alex is a big sister makes me feel warm inside

the image of tedros braiding rosalind's hair gives me heart eyes

OMG GIN MILLS AND THE GOODS REFERENCE HAHA I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE KATE

im glad they're talking about alex and the reverse mogrification incident! i am also Intrigued

wait i thought ros and marcus were 10 years old? but agatha mentions how ros is 13? did i miss something

alex and hester aunt and niece relationship :')

this unspoken understanding between the pendragons is everything bless u kate

"i love it when Evers act like Nevers," emi told her grandsons from under her tree. “it’s good for the liver.”

EMI KNOWS ROS IS A NEVER SHE CALLED IT

oh alex u sweet darling child of course sora and talib are boyfriends even thorne could see it

this alex and thorne thing? gotta say,,,,,, i see the ship possibilities

SORA YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BUFFOON JUST TALK TO YOUR BOYFRIEND TALIB OH MY GOD

omg the everboys sitting in the beautification lesson im excited

emma,,,,... darling,,,,.........,,, they're Gay

i support alex's plan to look hot for the snow ball and single-handedly destroy the buffet

i love how tyler and marcy are in the squad now :')

anemone: WHO

talib: i'm not telling u!

anemone: WHICH GIRL

talib: not a - not a. uh, girl

anemone: I RESPECT THAT ALSO

tyler, nadiya, and marcy quietly discussing alex's type LKSDJFLSJFK

sora im bout to body slam u talk to ur bf u idiot donkey don't be like teenage tedros and agatha

"akiyama sora is a dead man," muttered nadiya" i bow to one (1) queen

SORA'S GAY PANIC

chapter 29: fellas is it gay to protect roses from winter damage

"poor thing,” she added as an afterthought. alex was forcibly reminded of her aunt’s 100% Evil status"

i love these scenes with sophie <3

"er. it's okay, professor," said sora's mouth. alex for the love of christ help me you useless git, said sora's eyes"

FINALLY SORA YOUR TWO BRAIN CELLS KISSED AND EXPERIENCED COMMON SENSE

alex saying marcy has horrible taste in men but swearing to take tyler's kidneys if he doesn't go for marcy - true friendship

AWWWWHHHHHH ALEX CAME UP WITH THE IDEA FOR THE EVERGIRLS WHO DON'T WANT DATES TO GO TO THE SNOW BALL WITH ANEMONE <333333

anemone just said the f word is this legal

the amount of times i've screamed over sora nd talib is too much to count - sometimes in excitement and sometimes in pain

"he was cut off when talib seized his collar and kissed him, much harder than sora had kissed him the first time" my lungs are exploding

ANEMONE IS ME I AM ANEMONE

"sora exercised all the curse words he knew in her native language. alex grinned. "you sound like ros. except ros knows more words" oh??????????

i've smiled more reading chapter 29 than i have this whole year

sora: weren't u listening to the announcement yesterday

alex: who was doing the announcing?

sora: pollux

alex: nope

love that tedros deemed his wedding outfit a Sacred Object

i love how tedros and rosalind bond over fashion

alex has a daily ritual of high-fiving the statue of king arthur, her grandfather. i love her.

omg tedros adopting a pseudo father figure role over tyler love that

i said love so many times but i can't help it this fic is just too good

it's official: sora is alex's partner in crime

so just to catch up, the squad consists of alex, nadiya, sora, talib, tyler, marcy, and june - and out of this chaos rises a mom friend: nadi

i never knew how much i wanted to see the teachers gossiping until i got it

of course agatha never hired a nanny for her children she loves them too much to ever not raise them herself >:((((((

magazine with a pic of talib: major hottie alert!

sora: finally, some high-end journalism

kate ur mind is amazing

omg i love this curses! the musical plot point im excited

ros? as the queen of camelot? Sign Me Up

SORA ND ALEX WROTE THE SCRIPT KSJFSDLJFSLD HERE WE GO

alex is drawing a six pack on her stomach with a pen to prepare for her role as tedros somebody please help me my lungs have ruptured

title reference on a crop top!! impressive!!

"MORE PANACHE !" sophie bellowed at the stage" did soman write this or did u kate

is marcus on the autism spectrum???? it would be great if he was

"alex said a quick prayer to rosalind, patron saint of spinning half-truths to people and getting away with it"

im grinning so hard at agatha possibly dying of laughter during alex's rendition of curses! the musical

"tedros made a sound like an animal in pain and sank down so low in his seat that he was barely visible. agatha burst into hysterical cackles, reminding ros, not for the first time, that she had been raised by an actual witch" "'tedros' and 'hort' had a rap battle that ended up getting too personal and devolved into a fistfight" AGATHA AND I ARE BOTH GOING TO DIE

"she turned around, saw tedros stood behind her, and screamed. tedros held up the programme, open on the page which said rewritten by akiyama sora and alex pendragon. alex screamed louder."

i adore the news' headlines

what's on the school master's mind??????????

omg is it about marcus and ros??

YES IT IS SKFDSJFL

chinhae is ros' friend and both of their names were circled in red bc the school master has a plan for them. whoaaaaaa

"slowly, she turned back to look up at the school master's tower. and got the distinct feeling someone was meeting her gaze" chills

finished 1:06 AM june 14, 2020

#this is so LONG sorry!!!#but i just love alex vs so much #i don't read fanfics at all so this is all yall are gonna get #i mean besides kate's fanfics ofc #alex vs #sge fanfic #kate #thea reads

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dani-luminae · 4 years

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Before the beginning, and POV

I’m working on the next chapter of Good to be Bad: A Disney Descendants Twisted Tale, so this ask will be answered in relation to that!

Under the cut ‘cause it’s a little long.

BEFORE THE BEGINNING:

Mal and Ben actually did have a disagreement over the use of applications when it came to getting kids off the Isle of the Lost. Ben didn’t think the applications were necessary, and he definitely didn’t think the whole “who’s your favorite VK?” question was needed. He left that conversation feeling slightly like Mal was using all of this as an ego boost or a popularity contest instead of an actual proclamation that hundreds of children’s freedom relied upon. He didn’t tell her at the time, of course, because he didn’t want to turn a disagreement into a full-out fight.

POV: okay, this one’s a little tricky, because the story is written in third-person, but I’ll try to write a bit from first-person in Celia’s shoes! For the ‘steal the ember from Hades’ scene.

CELIA’S POV

“Alright,” Carlos said with a deep breath. “Let's go challenge the Lord of the Underworld and hope he doesn't steal our souls.” We all shared his sarcastic enthusiasm.

We set off through the trees, trying to be sneaky as possible so Hades didn’t hear us coming. Even though the idea of trying to face Hades, with his full powers, was terrifying, I felt a little thrill – he wasn’t the only one with powers. It was time to see what my shadow and I could do. Dad always told me stories about his shadow, back when it was still alive, and my joy when I came to Auradon and saw my shadow move on her own for the first time was indescribable. Now it was time to put my power to the test. We needed that ember, and my shadow could get it for us.

But I guess we weren’t as sneaky as we’d hoped. “I know you're there!” Hades shouted through the trees, startling Carlos and making him jump. “Sneaking up on me won't work... I thought you were a better planner than that, Mally.”

All of us froze like statues. Mal looked irritated at that name. ‘Mally’? What was that about? I wondered. “Don’t call me that,” Mal said, striding forward again. Carlos and I dashed through the trees, trying to follow the plan – we had to surround Hades. My shadow had to get as close to him as possible, without him noticing.

Hades glanced around at all of us. But he didn’t seem concerned – why should he be concerned when he was powerful again? What chance did five teens stand against him? He would find out, sooner or later. “What are you doing here?” He leered at Mal. “You're a long way from home.”

Mal paused for a moment, and then she said the most shocking thing. “Let’s call it a family visit,” she said slowly, and Hades looked at her like she had lost her mind. Then, Mal announced casually, “Hi, Dad.”

We were all shocked into silence, even Hades. But he was the first to react, laughing it off. “Aw, how sweet of you. You brought all your friends just for a family reunion? I'd say I'm touched, but, sadly, I know better. You're not getting your powers back.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ember.

Now was our chance! My shadow crept through the trees, stealing closer. Mal seemed undaunted by our shock, and that was good, because she kept Hades’ attention on her. “You think I'm here for my powers? I'm here for something even grander,” she announced, suddenly holding out her hand. “Give me the ember.”

Of course Hades wouldn’t give her the ember. Distracted as he was by Mal’s absurd request, he completely missed my shadow slipping through the trees behind him. He stepped back from Mal, holding the ember behind him, keeping it far from her. It would be all too easy to grab… “Oh, don't fool yourself,” Hades said to Mal, like she was a silly child. “You couldn't even use it. You're only half-Hades.”

My shadow wasn’t close enough to grab the ember yet. All she needed was just a few more seconds, maybe a minute. It was tricky, admittedly, when the very first test of our abilities was such a vital task. Mal caught my glance and lowered her hand, working to keep Hades distracted. “Alright, then, let's go for something different,” She decided. “The King of Mean, who set you free. What do you know about him?”

There was a tense moment of solid silence. Evie, Jay, Carlos and I didn’t say anything, or hardly even move. The situation was tense enough, and if we said the wrong thing or made the wrong move, we were all done for. Hades stalled for a few seconds, but he still didn’t know anything that was happening behind him. “Not much,” he answered. “Originally, he only wanted to free the kids from the island. How noble of the guy, right? But I convinced him to set us all free, to let us handle the heroes so they didn't fight him. He was monologue-ing all about taking back his power somehow. He's quite the dramatic sort. Can't tell you much else, because I don't know much else. He's the head of the operation. Everything that's happened is because of him.” He concluded with a nod and a smile, like he was proud of himself for negotiating their freedom too.

Mal nodded slowly. “And he has Mom's scepter,” she said.

Hades rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he's got the scepter, the stupid kid. He's only your age, maybe. He's either pretty cocky to think he can handle its power, or he's got nothing to lose. Either way, almost makes me feel sad for the kid. That scepter's power is going to chew him up and spit him out – ”

Right at that moment, my shadow struck, nabbing the ember right out of Hades’ hand.

I couldn’t help my proud, victorious grin. She’d done it! My shadow had succeeded! We had the ember. But as Hades whirled around in anger, he spotted me in the trees. “Of course,” he snarled, “Facilier’s kid…” He spun around, back to Mal. “Your plans was far too obvious, Mally. ’Get the bad guy to blather while you take his weapon,’ and I thought you could come up with better plans than that! No matter. YOU'LL ALL REGRET THIS!”

Hades turned and shot a blast of fire at the trees where Carlos and I stood. Luckily, it missed us, and we took off running towards the other side of the forest, where there was a beach, the seawater, and hopefully, safety.

I enjoyed answering this ask! Feel free to send more about any of the writing-related things I reblogged!

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lizzybeth1986 · 5 years

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Quick Thoughts on Is This The Real Life or Is This Just A Very Bizarre Fantasy?

• Here are the tags to block if you don't want to see this post on your dash: #long post, #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs.

• It's...Chapter 10. Often known as the midpoint. I know TRR isn't exactly the most nuanced series out there, but you know what used to happen by midpoints here? Important plot stuff that had buildup and development prior to it happening.

• Funny enough all three chapter 10s so far had something to do with Constantine! Book 1's had him announce he was stepping down and making Liam king, Book 2 had the reveal that the conspiracy against the MC was his idea. And then he actually dies in Book 3 Chapter 10. Now that he's no more, I guess they brought back another asshole dad to take his place.

• PB if you were really in a mood to bring back Bertrand's dad the least you could have done was build it up properly. You had an entire freaking chapter to at least build up on the Beaumont family relationships and issues! Yet all we see is that motorcycle with a hint that never fully gets told and very little besides that.

• Like, the narrative usually takes soooo much time to build everything properly, right? With chapters and chapters of hints? Look at all these things that you built up over chapters and sometimes over books: Liam's issues with his dad...The whereabouts of Savannah...Drake's connection to Bastien...Drake's mom's ranch...Drake's special relationship with his dad...Drake's duel...Drake's secret wedding...oh.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Abhirio YouTube channel

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan and the BizzysChoices YouTube channel

Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch

Title: The Beaumont Bachelor Bash

Alternative Title: Proof That Drake Is Undoubtedly Leona's Nephew. Even When He's Trying To Be Nice.

• Now Playing As Bertrand.

Wh - what...?

Okay but this is probably a tiny section and then my MC will come and save the day, right? Right?? I mean it's happened before (one of the most recent times we got a Bertrand PoV was in a Chapter 10, in fact!)

• ...how the hell did a motorcycle fit inside THAT BOX?

• I know, I know. It's mentioned time and again that the package is huuuuge. But that's...not the kind of packaging I'd be expecting for something that large. It wouldn't be SQUARE, at least.

• Okay wait. What was Maxwell panicking and stress-dancing about again? Bertrand isn't cottoning on to this plan as quickly as Maxwell/the LI was implying in that text.

• Okay wait so their great plan for the BBBB was...Bertrand putting away his cutlery and..."roughin' it"? Aren't bachelor/ette parties supposed to be catered to the guest of honour's needs?

Or is "something you want" only meant for Savannah? Because Hana actually read up and did research and tried to cater the entire party to whatever Savannah liked - not drag her along for something that wasn't her thing with "expand your horizons!" as an excuse.

• Like me, Bertrand doesn't fully trust his brother-in-law's motives.

• Wait what.

.• Bertrand is getting a new outfit. Oh he's wearing it already. Okay good. Must be free!

•

WHAT. WHAT. ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M NOT SEEING ESTHER FOR THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER

• I am NOT buying Bertrand new clothes. I didn't buy any last book, and I'm not going to start buying them now. Even if I didn't buy him the swanky maroon sweater last book he somehow wound up wearing it anyway in the finale. I'm sure he'll survive and they'll probably let him wear it for free some other time lol.

• Drake leads the boys to a nearby river, hoping to catch some fish that they can cook for dinner later.

• Bertrand gets...a dilapidated fishing pole. While everyone has prepared enough to get their own, perfectly alright ones. Drake is truly from Leona's bloodline, giving Bertrand stuff that'll make his task difficult (remember how she gave Bertrand a really rough horse to the country fair?). "I just wanted you to believe in yourself", my ass. You're doing this for your own entertainment.

• Also wasn't Maxwell organizing this party? Why does the end result look so much like Drake's idea? Or maybe the boys are splitting the activities between each other or something idk.

•

• That's a...puffer fish?

• The funniest option is the choose to grab Drake because Bertrand calls him "the Aggressively Rustic Drake" haha. It means of course that Bertrand will not get a fish but that's okay, Drake and Liam catch more than enough for dinner.

• But if Bertrand DOES catch that big fish his chest is all puffed out in pride and he notices no one else caught a fish as big as his 😄

• You can TELL Liam chose the next activity, because it's so aggressively Cordonian 😂 You need to shoot an apple with a weapon (preferably a bow and arrow, but the game offers you a rifle and an ornate gun as well).

• Of course I went ahead and shot Drake with a rubber bullet. Sorry Bertrand but I'm sure you can get your Knight-Marksmanship and Honorary Defender of the Realm award in a kinder person's playthrough 😅

• It's a nice scene, quite reminiscent of the first half of Maxwell's armoury scene last book, which involves Maxwell and the MC playing the same game.

• Now that we're done with the apples, it's time to bring out the bubbly!

• "This is not my bachelor party," says Drake when a surprised Liam asks him about why there's no whiskey. Coulda fooled me dude I've never heard of people giving the groom a dilapidated fishing pole to fish with for that kind of thing. I mean like more than 90% of this entire plan seems to cater to your tastes more than his.

• Bertrand (about the bubbly): This is from an excellent region of France!

Maxwell: Which one?

Bertrand: ...Champagne.

😂

• It's now night, so time for some...idk heartfelt man-talk or something.

•

It starts out with the main LI speaking about Bertrand and Savannah's relationship, praising them for how far they've come and there is some emphasis on the fact that they have Bartie. This leads the LI in question (if they're there) to talk candidly about their relationship with the MC and their sadness that they aren't pregnant yet.

- Liam: Speaks of how amazing the MC is and wonders if he's putting her through too much pressure on his Queen with the expectations of an heir.

- Drake: Very similar to Liam's, but this time Liam apologizes for forcing them into this kind of pressure and promises to withdraw it if that's what they want. (Liam will allow it, the narrative won't!)

- Hana: Since neither of the women are there, the conversation goes straight into Liam wondering if he did the wrong thing by placing that much pressure on them, and Bertrand reassuring him that both are phenomenal women and any child they bring up will be a worthy successor to the throne.

- Maxwell: From what @itsbrindleybinch was telling me, there's no discussion about Liam's offer or the pressure from him! The conversation is more centered around his fear that he might screw up in parenting...to which his brother has some of the best responses:

Istg when the writers really allow for those two to blossom on their own, the Brothers Beaumont dynamic is fantastic. I loved both responses from Bertrand.

I'm still wondering why there isn't much from Liam about the pressure he's placing on them, though! I mean, Maxwell and his wife are put under the same amounts of pressure so you'd expect Liam to speak up there too, right? (correct me if I'm wrong, because I can't find a full playthrough of Maxwell's route anywhere).

• The discussion slowly progresses into one about Bertrand's love for Savannah and not knowing how to show it properly to her...to which Drake responds that Bertrand needs to SHOW what he feels and maybe do a big dramatic gesture like the ones you see in romcoms (racing through an airport to confess your love, or confessing it while standing in the rain)...lmao I love how big gestures are something Savannah wants for herself but somehow she can't do the smallest things to help Bertrand feel more comfortable in her own damn home.

• Also I need to laugh at how desperately the writers are now trying to show us how "open minded" Drake is LMAO. TRR Drake looked down on his nose on practically all things not macho (including authentic Chinese food and pink cakes) and now they're making it sound like he's a romcom fan and willing to experiment with a tutu.

• Not buying that serenading scene. I didn't handhold Bertrand into telling Savannah about the Beaumont finances, nor did I handhold him into proposing. He did pretty okay without my help so far.

• The serenading scene has two main components (besides the logistics of communicating and then climbing up to her window) - telling Savannah his feelings and then singing to her. The first main options include suggestions from the boys:

Liam: Very sweet and romantic, with the kind of flowery language you would expect from Liam, and that Bertrand feels so comfortable with that he smiles as he says the words.

Drake: Very much, "I was an idiot but now I've come to my senses and I'm the luckiest man ever because of you" which...sure I can put it down to bias for his sister but now it just annoys me when I hear this. Esp during a time when he's claiming he actually likes Bertrand now.

Maxwell: Is just so fucking funny 😂

Bertrand: Savannah, I'm here because you're my...boo???

Maxwell: Trust me! Keep going!

Bertrand: Ahem. You are my boo, and I'm your...okay I'm not going to say that.

Savannah: What are you saying???

• For actually serenading her with a song you can either choose to go sweet and romantic, or you go "sexy", which tbh seems to be the funnier option because most of it is Bertrand muttering MmmMMmMmmm in place of all the sexy parts. Which is funny considering he and Savannah conceived a child atop an office desk of all places way before any of us even got to KISS our LIs 🤣

• Savannah is happy, Bertrand is happy, the boys are all back in the camp where they'll be spending the night. There's a tiny bit of "foreshadowing" in the ensuing conversation since Barthelemy is mentioned, but very much in a "Dad would be proud of you" way. I put that word "foreshadowing" in quotes coz there is very little it gives us, as opposed to how other things that have received foreshadowing were built up.

• Uh oh. BEAR ATTACK. From Kenna's pet-bear-from-Aurelia's descendant. Who somehow ended up in the woods in Texas 😂

• Drake tries to distract the bear, and Bertrand can either join him or go with Liam and Maxwell who are leading the way to an alternative location.

• We're out in the wilderness somewhere, and getting back to our tents is a diamond option. It's a fun diamond option though, and it doesn't involve me doing any unnecessary matchmaking.

• Liam is the strategist who makes a battle plan. Why don't I get to see him do these kind of things in his actual job PB!! Drake "knows the most woodcraft" and will therefore make a good scout, both he and Liam can draw the bear away, and Maxwell's hitherto-unseen present is now their secret weapon. Bertrand isn't sure about this plan but goes along with it anyway.

• Everything goes as per plan, and Maxwell unleashes the "secret weapon": Bertrand's beloved Cavilieri Novanta 9S motorbike. There's a small hint about him having to perhaps give it away or sell it when his father, well, did whatever he did, and Maxwell somehow traced it and got it back. I'm kinda certain that bike may feature in Bertrand's flashback if he's having one next chapter. Bertrand is emotional AND ecstatic, learning again to control his bike and to enjoy being on it.

• The best part of the bear scene, is when he uses his Duke of Ramsford voice and gives the bear the ole what-for 😂

(Bottom four screenshots from BizzysChoices' YouTube channel!)

• Even the bear could not withstand the severe tongue lashing LMAO. Bertrand has the option of ending this...um...verbal duel by telling his furry opponent to tell his children he has been bested by a Beaumont.

• The bear slumps back home in shame, but Bertrand is worried about what other tests Drake has in store. 'Tests?' Drake says innocently.

•

You're forgetting the part where you constantly blamed Bertrand for everything, knowing full well your sister made her fair share of mistakes. Or the part where you pretty much sabotaged an investigation just to stroke your ego about Bertrand getting her pregnant. Or the part where you repeatedly made it clear that you thought he didn't deserve Savannah. Or the part where you made him cluck like a chicken just before he proposed, just so you could have your moment to gloat. Or the part where you would shoot looks at Bertrand if he even so much as hinted your sister wasn't perfect. Or the part where your aunt kept making snide remarks about him, disrespected him, and gave him a rough horse, while you and your mother and your sister stood by and watched. And NOW you claim that the only person doubting Bertrand is BERTRAND?

Yeah. Well...tldr:

• My gosh. The amount of retconning happening here is giving me a headache.

• Like...I like that Drake can be nicer to Bertrand now and that most of the tension is gone. But let's not act like Drake wasn't knowingly adding fuel to the fire before??

• Anyway, the boys tell Bertrand they are proud of him and proceed to sleep in their tents or wherever they've chosen to sleep for the night.

• PB gives Liam the very, very rare chance to remind Drake that he grew up in a palace. Doesn't mean much, but I'm fairly happy.

• FINALLY. Esther's home and I can finally play as her again!

• If you bought the serenading scene, there are a couple extra lines showing Savannah and Bertrand looking super super happy.

• There's an old man at the door.

• BARTHELEMY???

• Neither of his sons even look like him. And it reads as if Bertrand is less surprised about the possibility that Barthelemy is alive than Maxwell is. What's going on.

General Thoughts:

• Alright, so it looks like this week we will be exploring the Beaumont family history, looking into why Bertrand lost his zest for life and ended up taking care of the estate when all this time his father was actually alive, and how the Beaumonts wound up so poor. There had better be a substantial amount of Maxwell because he's not been getting a lot of attention this book.

• I'm wondering if Barthelemy's return will cause Bertrand and Maxwell's insecurities to rise again, and we'll probably need to help them through that or something.

• Looks like the next chapter might have a young!Maxwell scene or Maxwell's first diamond scene, or both? Idk. I can't say for sure because I don't exactly trust the team on these things.

• There were...elements of the chapter that were good, I'll give it that. Bertrand's got an interesting narrative voice. You can tell it's him by the way he uses titles, by the way he speaks when he is proud of something he has achieved, the language itself that is heavy in its bearing. The scenes were fun from what I've seen. The bonding was good. Problem was...in a better book this wouldn't have been so irritating and such a sign of how not into the most important things about this book the team is.

• Since they had the time and the ideas, why the hell was the buildup to this reveal so flimsy and half-baked? I mean if you're going to give Bertrand an entire freaking chapter, shouldn't you have been using at least that space to have Bertrand speak a little more about Barthelemy? Or build it up earlier? All this time we'd had to deal with Savannah's griping and complaining and Leona's snide remarks, we could have spent learning from Maxwell a little about his family.

• Usually buildup to a lot of these things happen through hints over chapters. But this? Little to none. Maybe like two half-sentences said just before the reveal. It's all kinds of shitty, and it's what happens when the most important Beaumont is a Walker.

• I'm also pretty surprised Liam doesn't get to apologize to Maxwell the way he does to Drake about the royal heir thing.

• So the Walker Ranch chapters started around Chapter 6, and might possibly end around Chapter 12 (with a detour to Auvernal around Chapter 9). That's 5 whole chapters + one more to tour the States itself.

• I know the original idea was to do an epilogue book revolving around the Walker ranch, so there's obviously a lot more clarity in those chapters than in the others. But that is still no excuse. If they were going to change track they should have been doing it properly. There's no excuse for this kind of selective laziness especially when it's been manifested countless times before.

• I also find the whole idea of revolving the epilogue book still pretty problematic. At the core of it that would be more of Drake and his family (which was already happening honestly) and it would mean they are absolutely front and center of everything. If the original idea was to focus fully on the Walkers...yikes.

• Yeah honestly, this chapter was pretty iffy for me. And I'm not exactly very enthusiastic about writing for it, or playing the next chapter.

• Also! For those who didn't see it, this past week I'd been working on an essay about the treatment for Kiara and Penelope in TRR Book 3, and it's here below in case you haven't read it and you want to!

To Be Not Heard: Kiara, Penelope and the Question of Validation.

• Alright! On to the next chapter.

If you like it and want to discuss it, I'd be only too happy to read your comments! 😀

#long post #the royal heir #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #bertrand beaumont #maxwell beaumont #king liam #drake walker

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aweirdkindofyellow · 4 years

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The Royal Invitation, Pt. 5

Aerowyn Matilde George Rothchester might seem like a very long name, but it definitely is not for a royal in the Kingdom of Dalewin.

After her grandfather, the beloved king, passed away, Aerowyn (also known as Winny) is called back from her art school in New York. She’s thrown back into her royal duties, expected to know what to do.

But with the Royal advisor on tour with the new king, Winny is left to figure things out with his stepson. The only problem, he has no idea what he’s doing, after all he’s only the lead singer in a band.

Co-written story with @scream-tears.

Chapter 5

Winny’s POV:

I breathed in shakily as I walked past the many pews. All of them were empty right now, but it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. It felt like what had been many days since my grandfather passed away, but the day of his funeral had finally arrived. For the past few days, people from the public had access to the church and casket to pay their respects. There were constantly guards in every corner to keep an eye on people, but luckily nobody tried anything. It was all closed to the public again and it was time for the actual funeral. All the people who had traveled from close and far, many of who were staying with us, were here.

It was going to be one full church.

Because I was direct family, I sat all the way in the front, along with the rest of my family. The last time I had been in this church, I sat one pew further back. Back then, we had all gathered for my youngest aunt’s wedding. That was one happy occasion. It was so strange to think how different things were then. Everything was decorated in such an uplifting way, beautiful pink flowers all around, the sun shining brightly. Now, I was just glad that my grandpa still had been able to see his youngest daughter get married and even walk her down the aisle. That was just when his health problems started, before they were anything serious.

And now here we were. White flowers to symbolise death. People in all black. Dark sombre faces.

I, myself, was wearing yet another black dress, plain and down to my knees. This time a hat was thrown into the mix, but that didn’t pep up the situation in any way. There was no other way to feel right now.

I was sad, yet also over being sad already. It was like my body had used up all the sad that I had left in me. It was more like a numbness. All I could do was listen and stare ahead. It wasn’t denial, I knew what had happened, and I knew it was reality. It wasn’t like I was trying to live in my own world. Maybe it was just all the training I had. Show just the right amount of emotion. Too little, and you seem heartless, too much and you seem out of control, But still, nothing can actually prepare you for anything like this.

Sitting there, listening to the pastor do his talk, and even listen to my dad give a speech, I felt like I had only been there for a couple of minutes. In reality, it was much longer than just those few minutes. But this was exactly what I was talking about when I mentioned the numbness. I just tuned everything out. Maybe it was just a new level of sadness, because when I woke up from my trance as everybody started moving around me, I felt a single tear on my cheek, which I wiped away quickly.

I looked around in slight confusion to find that the pallbearers (who were some of our most loyal guards), were busy picking up the casket. The ceremony was about the move outside as we completed the burial. We all had to follow outside where my grandfather was going to be buried in our special plot. The graveyard here already wasn’t open for public burials, but our family still had a special area separate from the other notable people, such as important scientists. We didn’t do the whole thing of being buried inside the church.

As the front row, we had to follow behind the pallbearers. I just did exactly as the rest of my family, who all copied my dad. We stood up and slowly shuffled down the pew until we reached the aisle and also continued down that. Pew after pew joined behind us as we made our way to the back. Everybody was silent, especially us. We weren’t even uttering a peep. The only sound was that of feet shuffling and the occasional whisper of people further at the back.

The strangely cold air for late spring hit my face and bare legs as we stepped outside. I focused on making sure I stayed in rhythm as we started down the marble steps. Messing up now would mean more than just a quick trip. It would mean having no space to balance and face planting right into the people in front of me before tumbling to the ground. I did not need that, especially not on a day like this.

My heels dug into the grass after we left the gravel path to go to the grave. It had rained this morning, leaving the dirt the slightest bit muddy. Luckily, the weather had turned and my grandpa didn’t have to be buried in such horrible weather. He got to take in the sunshine one last time before he was left in the dark.

I could see the many cameras pointed at us from beyond the gate. Although I knew they were going to be there, it still made a shiver run down my spine. Even on a day like this, I still had to be aware of my every move. One wrong decision, and people would be talking. At least we weren’t as famous as the British royals, or else the whole world would feel entitled to their opinion.

We all moved to stand around the grave that had been dug. I wasn’t all the way at the front this time. I didn’t want to be. I wanted to stay hidden behind my dad and Garry for just a little while longer. Everybody kept joining around, close family and friends with us, others creating a semi-circle around us. Somehow, I found my brother on my right side, and Alex on my left.

All I could do was stare through the small gap between my dad’s and Garry’s shoulders. Soon, I was going to actually have to do something, and I was dreading that moment now. I was afraid that if I got up there, I would lose it all.

Something in the way I was looking must have shown it. I had been trained not to show emotion, but even the best always had cracks. Even my dad did. The thing that told me I had given my secret away was the simple touch of a hand. I could only feel the heat of another person getting closer for just a second before a hand held mine and gave it a squeeze. I looked up to the left to see Alex already staring down at me. He gave me a quick sympathetic yet encouraging smile. As much as I tried to match it, I knew I couldn’t.

Now knowing how much that tiny bit of heat helped, I reached out to hold my brother’s hand. He seemed just as surprised as I had been, and snapped his eyes in my direction. It was obvious that he was no good at concealing his feelings. He was having a real hard time.

The moment felt like it took a few hours, but really it was just a couple of minutes, if not seconds. My dad and Garry both took a step to the side so I could get through. I took one deep breath and took the tube-like container that Garry was holding out for me. And then it was time for me to actually approach the grave.

The casket was at the bottom, the bouquet of flowers still decorating the top of it. I took a second, just looking down at it, before carefully dropping the container into the grave and stepping away. In that container was a rolled up painting I had made. A few months before, my grandpa had commissioned me to make it for him. But he never got to see the finished painting. Now it was rolled up and he got to keep it with him forever.

I stood there to the side all by myself, but it wasn’t for long. My brother came to the grave next with a single flower that he got to drop as well. When he came to stand with me, I pulled him into a hug. I knew it was technically something that I shouldn’t really do, especially not now, but I couldn’t help myself. Not only did he need it, but I needed it as well.

My two youngest cousins got to drop in their flowers right after Augustus. When they were done, they scurried over and clung to my legs. I wrapped my arm around them too to include them in the hug. Slowly but surely all my other cousins joined in as well.

I looked up as my dad approached with my mom to pay his last respects as well. When I refocused my eyes on the people behind, I made eye contact with Alex. He gave me a single nod, and I finally managed to give him that smile back as I hugged my family tighter.

#all time low #all time low fanfiction #alex gaskarth #Alex Gaskarth fan fiction #all time low imagines #Alex Gaskarth imagines #fanfiction

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whorderofthepheonix · 5 years

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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 29 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: I hope you guys haven't given up on this story :( but here you have it! Chapter 29 of Sacredly Scarred! ENJOY! :)))

Words: I highkey forgot to count. sorry.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut, Swearing (duh), Plots of world domination

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Yenai’s POV

Erik grabbed my face roughly, as tears filled his eyes.

“You’re... You’re Wakandan?” He whispered, a smile spreading across his face.

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I am!” He peppered my face with kisses and laughed. “I knew there was a reason why we couldn’t stay away from each other... Through all the shit we been through, there was ALWAYS this force that pulled me back to you... And THIS was it!”

“So your mom...”

“Wakandan,” I nodded. “I was born there and shunned by the entire country. When I was about to turn 4, they gave my mother an ultimatum; exile with me and my father or to remain General of the Dora Milaje... She didn’t even hesitate.” My chest tightened talking about my mother’s betrayal. Then I realized I didn’t know who Erik was. I caressed his face. “Tell me who you are...”

“N’Jadaka... Son of Prince N’Jobu,” he said softly. I dropped my hands and my eyes widened.

“N’Jobu? The Lost Prince of Wakanda?” I whispered. “Wait, what? But you said that your dad was killed by his brother... Which means... No! N’Jobu was killed by-”

“T’Chaka.” Erik hissed. “King T’Chaka murdered my dad is cold blood and left me here to find his body... That’s why I’m gonna kill him... then I’ll overthrow his son and become king.”

“Is that what all of this is?” I asked looking around.

“Yes. I’ve been planning this since I was 11. And if you wanna leave me because of this, I understand... but I’m not gonna stop until he’s dead. Then I can finish what my father started-“

“I’m in,” I interrupted. “Whatever you’re doing, I want in. I wanna see Wakanda come crumbling down. All I ask is that when it comes time and you’re king, that you bring my mother to my feet... and you let me kill her.” Erik didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.

Then he kissed me hard.

So hard, that I fell backwards from the force. He climbed on top of me and spread my legs apart.

“I love you,” he said against my lips.

“Ndiyakuthanda,” I whispered back causing him to let out a long moan. He pulled my leggings down and discarded them along with his shirt and sweatpants. I sat up and he lifted my pullover off my torso throwing it in back of him. He grabbed my legs, pulling me down so to meet his waist. He didn’t even give me a second to adjust and just started thrusting into me, so hard. I practically screamed out and clawed at his back. With every thrust, I fell more and more in love with him. He kissed me across my collar bone, his hands tracing my curves as if to make sure he still had hold of me. I tilted his head up and kissed his lips, biting and sucking on his bottom lip. I was keen on making this the best sex we’ve ever had. I clenched tightly around his shaft and he let out a whimper.

“Fuck, baby keep doing that!” He hissed. He sunk his teeth into my neck and let out a long groan. His hand snaked down to my clit and rubbed vigorously to the point where my eyes were rolling back and my toes were curling. My back arched up off the floor as the remarkable sensation bubbled up in the pit of my abdomen.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered. Erik grabbed my hair and increased his speed. He pressed his lips to mine.

“Say my name,” he panted.

“Erik-”

“Say... my name,” he begged. I realized what he meant as a smile crept upon my face.

“N’Jadaka,” I moaned against his lips. As if those were magic words, he picked up an inhumane speed and stared deeply into my eyes... His eyes were black and full of lust.

“Ndikuthanda,” he moaned. I dug my nails into his skin, pulling him closer and kissed him deep.

“I love you too,” I whispered as I came, my back arching off the floor. N’Jadaka screwed his eyes shut and thrusted one last time, hard, cumming deep inside of me. Usually after Erik and I had sex, he’d roll off of me and hold me close. Sex with N’Jadaka was different. He stayed put and kissed me all over. He started at my neck, moved across my shoulder, down my arm and he brought my fingers up to his mouth, kissing my fingertips. When he was done kissing my body, he held me tightly. I played with his dreads as I came to a realization.

“Your father was Prince N’Jobu?” I double checked. He looked at me and nodded. “So that makes you Prince N’Jadaka, huh?”

“Damn right,” he laughed.

“Soon-to-Be King N’Jadaka,” I fantasized as I moved his dreads out of his face.

“Keep talkin like that and imma fuck you again,” he warned me.

“What’s our next move, your highness?” I asked.

“We need help from someone on the inside. Someone who’s been in and out of Wakanda,” he explained. He pulled out of me and draped a heavy blanket over my naked body. He picked up a journal before getting under the blanket with me. “My pops was working with a man, Ulysses Klaue, to help bring vibranium to black people to over power their oppressors... we gotta finish what he started.”

“Then let’s find him,” I smiled.

***

The moment our things were out of the apartment and packed into our new place, Erik and I were on the first flight into Johannesburg. G helped us located him and Erik got us on the next flight out of LA. First class, of course. It didn’t take us long to find him. Turns out the Avengers were here the day before, the Hulk wreaked havoc throughout the city, and a quarter ton of vibranium went missing off of a ship on the edge of town. Klaue had to be here.

Erik and I were sitting behind each other at the train station, waiting for Klaue to show. If he got into any scuffle with the Avengers, he’d be as low key as possible, the only way out for him would be the train.

“Anything on your side?” Erik asked taking a sip of his coffee.

“Negative,” I said as I scanned the room. “You?”

“Nah. You sure he’d take the train?”

“If he’s on the Avengers’ raidar, he’d be stupid to take a plane. Trust me, he’ll be here,” I reassured him. 2 minutes later, a man wearing a baseball cap and shades walked into the station. He kept looking around and on the side of his neck was a brand. It was written in Wakandan. It was the symbol for ‘THIEF’. “He’s here. Black hat, black sunglasses.” Erik waited a few seconds then turned around to watch Klaue at the ticket booth.

“Aight. Let’s move in,” he instructed. When Klaue sat down across the station, me and Erik walked over separately. I sat first, getting Klaue’s attention.

“Hello beautiful,” he smiled. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in these parts?”

“Same as you,” I shrugged. “You see, I know how to find things. Things real valuable. My only issue is, I don’t know who to sell it to... You know, with the Avengers snooping around, I thought I might be best to get out of town.”

“Smart, beautiful, and handy?” He asked. “I could use someone like you on my force. How can I help?”

“More like, how can we help each other?” Erik asked sitting beside us. “Ulysses Klaue. It’s an honor.” The smile faded from his face.

“Who sent you? The Avengers? CIA?” He asked.

“No, we’re here because we know what you want and we know how to find it,” I said. “Your vibranium was stolen by the Avengers and we wanna help you replace it. For a small fee of course.”

“Wrong. My vibranium was stolen by Ultron, Stark’s robot who wants to end the world,” he corrected.

“Really?” Erik asked smirking. “An evil robot stole from you to end the world?”

“Think I’m lying, do you? He did this!” Klaue unzipped his jacket and showed that his left arm from the bicep down was missing. “Now if you two don’t mind, either prove what you’re saying or kept it moving, yeah?” Erik looked around before pulling out a bag and handing it to Klaue. He opened it up and smiled.

“And we can find more,” Erik insisted. “We just want 70% of the cut.”

“70%? Klaue laughed. “Boy, I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve got to do better than that.”

“60.”

“25.”

“50.”

“30% and a night with this one,” Klaue grinned stroking my cheek. Erik’s face turned red but before he could do anything, I pulled a large knife out of my jacket pressed it against his forearm.

“40% and I’ll let you keep your other arm,” I warned. Erik smiled and Klaue laughed.

“Deal.” We exchanged information and Klaue said he’d be in touch once he wasn’t so hot on the radar.

***

Erik and I flew back to LA shortly after and officially moved into our new home. After a nice long shower together, we curled up in our bed. I was almost asleep when I had an idea that never even crossed my mind before I killed my father.

“N’Jadaka?” I shook him gently.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Let’s go to New York,” I suggested. “I’ve always wanted to go at New Years Eve... To see the ball drop. We can bring the twins! It’ll be so nice!”

“The first part sounds nice,” he laughed. “Of course we’ll go to New York. We’ll go anywhere you want baby girl.” I kissed his luscious lips and cuddled back next to him. I closed my eyes dreaming about seeing the ball drop when I heard the sound of a truck reversing. I sat up and turned on my light.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered. Erik got up from the bed and looked out the window.

“We got new neighbors,” he said.

“The fuck? We’re the new neighbors!” I stomped my foot as I put on my robe. “They’re trying to steal our shine and our welcome to the neighborhood pies!”

“Yenai, you don’t like pie,” he groaned.

“But I’d still like one,” I frowned. “And who moves in at 11 o’clock at night?” Then our doorbell rang. Erik insisted that I stay inside but of course I didn’t listen. We opened our front door and I almost fainted.

“YENAI!” The twins greeted.

“Isn’t this so exciting?” Alyssa grinned.

“We’re neighbors again!” Ayana cheered. Erik and I looked at each other. Then we burst into laughter.

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A/N: Only one more chapter of Sacredly Scarred left!!!!! I’m so sad to see it come to an end! Please reblog with verbal feedback! it’s greatly appreciated!!!

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Secrets and Sins 7

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. Hopefully you enjoy this, it’s dark and twisted, but should be a fun ride. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name) Enjoy!

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,910 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings. Probably more warnings to come.

A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEET.

Sorry guys, this chapter got a little crunched thanks to Tumblr mobile only alloying 100 lines. Grrr. So hopefully all the parts make sense! Also, this is mostly fluff, we get a glimpse into Liams personality when he isn’t ordering around henchman. The next chapter will be a flashback one from Liams POV. This chapter will have photos of Liams house as I was to lazy to describe it lol but they are from during the day, so just ignore that. Enjoy!

As the car continued down the road, a silence hung in the air around you. Neither one of you had spoken a word since the seat belt incident. Your hands were now clasped tightly in your lap, and you were fidgeting with your fingers. Your eyes looking down and watching them as you did. He clearly wasn’t going to speak first and you figured now was as good a time as any to figured out just what the fuck happened tonight. You looked over towards Liam and opened your mouth to question him but quickly shut it when you saw him gripping the steering wheel, hard, with his left hand. His jaw tight and clenched. Eyes slightly narrowed and focused on the road. Clearly he was pissed off about something. And you could only assume it had to do with the events from a few moments ago. “Are you okay?” You asked hesitantly, your left arm instinctively reaching out to touch his forearm, in an attempt to soothe him, but you quickly halted the action and brought your arm back to rest in your lap again. Unsure how he’d react to you touching him right now. You didn’t know him well enough to stupidly assume you knew what he needed, or was okay with, in this moment.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He said, then he turned to look at you briefly before focusing back on the road again. “Are you?”

“I ah,” You paused, mulling over how exactly to answer before realizing you honestly weren’t sure how you felt “I don’t know, exactly.” you shook your head then turned to look out the passenger side window. You watched the buildings and trees whizz by as tears began to well up in your eyes. Tonight had shaken you. You had slowly allowed yourself to feel safe. To feel secure. Well not entirely, never entirely, but just enough. At least enough to let yourself start to believe that your life was looking up, and that maybe you had managed to escape your past. Managed to escape him. But you hadn’t. You reach your right hand up to quickly wipe away the stray tears, trying to hide the fact you were crying from Liam. You didn’t want him to see you cry, to see you this weak, you couldn’t allow anyone to see you this weak. Not any more. You needed your iron shell to keep you safe. Keep you guarded. But then you felt Liam take your hand, you whipped your head around to look down as he intertwine his fingers with yours then he raised your hand up, your eyes closely following the motion as it happened, he brought it over to his side of the car then pressed the back of your hand to his lips and gently kissed it. His eyes flicked over to you again for a moment, locked on to yours then flicked back to the road as he lowered your hand to rest on his thigh. “Once we get to my house, I’ll explain everything. But I want you to know that I will continue to protect you, Y/N. I will keep you safe. You have my word.” He squeezed your hand tightly for a moment as if to reassure you that he meant every word. And you believed he did. At least now you knew where you were heading. His house. He had just managed to answer one of your more pressing questions only to open up a totally different line of questions at the same time. “Continue?” You asked quietly.

“Yes. Continue.” He said. You nodded then looked back out the passenger side window. Your hand still clutched in his bigger one on his lap. You both remained quiet the rest of the drive. Only about 15 more minutes, give or take. He turned into a driveway, one with a giant rod iron gate. He pulled up to a key pad, opening his window to type in a code, you heard 5 different deep tones as he did. And then the gates started to open and he rolled his window back up. Once through the gates you traveled down a long tree lined driveway for maybe a minute before you saw it. A massive red brick home, it was huge but at the same time you had almost expected it to be bigger. More grand.

When you pictured a mobsters house, this was not what popped into your head. You’re ex’ house was big, stupidly big, but it was modern and sleek lined. It was a stunning house in it’s own right but it was cold. And empty. And towards the end it felt more like a prison then it did your home. Not like this place, it seemed warm. Inviting. Granted you couldn’t make out much of it as it was so dark out, but it looked almost like a country home on steroids. But it was breath taking to say the least. The car came to a stop right out front and your mouth dropped open for a second till you heard a soft chuckle from beside you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You peeled your eyes away from it to look at him “So beautiful. It’s just not what I would have expected.” You paused, then your eyes widened “I mean, not that I didn’t expect you to have a beautiful home—“

“I know what you meant,” He cut you off then laughed and shook his head as he climbed out of the car and came around to your side, opening your door and offering you a hand to help you out. “It’s been in my family for generations. I could never imagine living anywhere else,” he paused to close the door “There are just a lot of memories here, sad ones for sure, but also happy one.” He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He moved to the trunk and opened it, grabbing your stuff then closing it again. You wanted to mention knowing about his mom, his dad, but now wasn’t really the time or place. So you just smiled back at him then went to take your things from his hands. But just as you reached for them he pulled back and levelled a glare at you.

“What?” You asked, slightly confused by his action.

“I got them.” He responded then offered you his arm. You stared at him for a moment then took it before he led you into the house and you damn near fell over. You thought the outside was beautiful, but the inside was like something out of a damn magazine.

You released his arm and took a few steps into the entry, you then stopped and slowly turned, in a full 360, just to take it all in “Wow” was about all you could say when you faced back to Liam again.

He just stared at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “You hungry?”

As if on queue your stomach spoke up, clearly answering his question for you. Your face flushed pink as you awkwardly laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughed.

You nodded. And he led you off to the left passed a gorgeous formal dining room and down a long hall till you entered into a massive kitchen, on the right.

He placed your bags on the counter “You can put your stuff away where ever you’d like.”

“Any preference on where?”

“No, this kitchen doesn’t get used much. There is a bigger one down the hall that is mainly used. This one is more for show.” He shrugged like it was totally normal to have multiple kitchens, or to have one that never gets used. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he disappeared back down the hall. You looked around and took everything in for a few moments before you put your milk into the fridge and tucked the rest of your stuff, still in the bags, into one of the wall cupboards then you went and sat on one of the bar stools to wait. Liam came back into the room carrying a few items, a pan and a spatula. “I hope you like pancakes?” He asked over his shoulder as he turned on the stove and began prepping the ingredients.

“As if that’s even a question.” You jokingly scoffed.

“Good answer.” He replied over his shoulder.

“I think the real question is, you can cook?” You laughed.

He spun around “What, you think because I run a mob that I can’t cook?”

You raised a finger to your chin, and tapped it while you hummed for a moment, as if deep in thought before firmly saying “Yup.”

He smirked at you then turned back around “You’ll see just how wrong you were to assume.”

“Looking forward to it.” You said firmly as you watched him cook. Of course you checked his ass out, how could you not. You hadn’t noticed before but he was totally dressed down, at least from every other time you had seen him. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a grey sweater. He looked so ...normal. Not that the suits weren’t a fantastic look. God, were they a fantastic look. But he just seemed like a regular guy that you’d pass on the street. Not the King of New York. It was strange but you liked it. He also seemed more relaxed, or maybe that wasn’t the right word. He seemed more open. Yeah, that one.

He wasn’t trying to fluster you, or ask you out. He was just talking to you, hell, he was telling you small bits about himself. It was a stark difference from the Liam you had grown used to, but a welcomed difference. He was easy to talk to. He was caring and funny. And as much as the seductive, mysterious Liam turned you on, this version of him sucked you in. You wondered why a guy like him wasn’t married. He was obviously a catch. Or maybe you were just naive and only seeing what you wanted to see. Or rather, what he wanted you to see.

This was a man who commanded a small army of thugs, assassins and criminals. He put hits out on people. Hell, he threatened to kill Olivia just for speaking to him. He wasn’t a nice guy. He couldn’t be, not in his line of work— “One plate of mobster pancakes coming up.” He joked as he placed a tall plate of pancakes in front of you, then handed you a fork. You saw there was now butter and syrup on the counter in front of you, you hadn’t even noticed him putting them there.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You asked as you poured the syrup on your pancakes.

He furrowed his brows “Because you were hungry?”

“No, I mean, why did you rescue me tonight? Why did you bring me here?”

He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “You want the long version or the short one?”

“Long.” You said and you cut up your pancakes and took a bite. Holy shit. These are fucking good. But you refused to admit that out loud, at least not right now. Guys ego was big enough as it is.

He sighed “Honestly, I know who you are, Y/N. I know who you’re running from. I’ve known since the day after we met—”

You straight up choked on your pancake, it wasn’t cute, which caused him to pause what he was saying. He quickly moved around the counter and patted you on the back, just hard enough to help you work it out. You managed to swallow the piece of pancake, coughing a few times right after before the panic began to take over. What did he just say? How the fuck did he know? Oh god. This couldn’t end well. Did you just walk into a fucking trap? Your heart rate picked up and you looked around the room for an exit. Ready to bolt as soon as you found one.

“Relax. You’re safe here.” He sat in a chair next to you, facing you with one arm on the counter and the other on the back of the bar stool.

“How did you find out?” You asked nervously. Coughing a couple more times right after.

“Drake recognized you at the club but he couldn’t place you at first. When my father was murdered, I asked Drake to look into your ex. Him and I have never really gotten along and I had this feeling he was behind it. We never managed to find out if he was or not, but I asked Drake to continue to keep tabs on him, just in case. I told him to only bring it to me if he found something of use.”

You nodded. Kind of figuring where this was going.

“Well, in order to keep tabs on him, that also meant keeping tabs on you. So that’s how he recognized you. He just didn’t clue in at first and last he knew you were still in Seattle.”

You shook your head as you felt the tears welling up again “I had to leave. I-I couldn’t stay there any longer. He-he—“

“Hey. Hey. Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe.” He patted your thigh to comfort you. “Look, Drake filled me in. I know why you left. It wasn’t hard to tell in the photos what he was doing to you. I get it. And smart move coming to New York, knowing it’s the one place he couldn’t personally follow you.” He smirked.

“In the car you said ‘continue you keep me safe’, what did you mean by that?”

“The day after I met you at the club, I assigned a woman named Mara to track you down and keep an eye on you. Just to make sure you were safe.”

“Why?” You asked quietly.

He pressed his lips together as if wondering if he should talk or not but then he took a deep breath “Because there is a bounty out on you.”

“A what?!” You exclaimed as you shot up out of your chair. “What the fuck is a bounty?”

“It’s like a hit, except in the case of a bounty, it means returned alive. The only way the person will get paid for the job is if they drop you off alive.”

“Jesus christ.” You started pacing around the kitchen, your hands in your hair trying to take in everything he was telling you. It was fucking overwhelming. “Wait, so the guy tonight?”

“A bounty hunter, yes.” He nodded “But not like the ones you’re used to. These types are not sanctioned by the laws. They strictly work for the mobs. They are ruthless and are usually referred to as head hunters.”

You paused your pacing, your morbid curiosity kicking in, you spun to face him and raised an eyebrow “What’s the price at?”

He shook his head “It doesn’t matter.”

You walked towards him “Yes it does, Liam. What is the price at?”

He sighed. “It was at 250K.”

“Was...?” You raised a brow at him.

“He upped it to 500K last night.”

“Sweet. Great. Glad to know what i’m fucking worth.” You were pacing again. “So what do I do?”

“You stay here where I can protect you.”

“Why? Why do you care what happens to me, huh? Why not just put me in a box and ship me back to him.” You wildly waved around an arm “Walk away with an extra 500k in your pocket.”

He looked like he was thinking it over for a second then shook his head “Nah. I’m not into the human trafficking business. Not my thing.” He shrugged, and that damn smirk reappeared.

You halted your steps and glared at him for a moment but then burst out laughing. “You’re making fucking jokes right now?”

He shrugged again “It got you to laugh, didn’t it?”

“Okay, wait. Why did the price go up?”

“Ah..” he paused and rubbed the back of his neck “Drake wasn’t the only one in the club that recognized you that night. I guess someone snapped a few pictures while we were talking and they found there way back to—“

“Don’t!” You yelled cutting him off, before whispering “Please don’t say his name.” You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. After a few seconds you opened your eyes and looked at him “So is that why you’re helping me? Because you feel bad that photos of you and me upped my price?”

He scrunched up his nose “Y/N, the club photos didn’t just up the price, they are the reason he knew where to find you. The reason he was able to send head hunters after you.”

“Oh,” you sat back down on one of the stools. As it started to all sink in. “So he hadn’t found me up until then?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line again then nodded.

“Okay,” you paused, your mind running through all the different options available to you currently. There weren’t many, but the one thing you knew was you weren’t willing to drag anyone down with you. You couldn’t ask someone else to do that. “I need you to take me back you my apartment.” You stood up and went to gather your bags from the cupboard.

“I can’t do that.” He said as he stood up from his seat. You put your bags on the counter then turned back to face him “Liam, you have to. I can’t stay here.” You shook your head, then went to the fridge to grab your milk and put it in one of the bags “I’ll ah, I’ll go back to my apartment, pack up what I can then I’ll just leave town. I started from fresh once before. I can do it again.” You nodded, pleased with your quickly thought out plan. It was your only option now. You’d just have to run again. And be smarter in the new town. No crowded venues. Maybe somewhere small, quiet. Away from all the people, less likely for someone to recognize you.

“You’re not leaving.” He shook his head. “I made you a promise.” He started to walk towards you.

“You can’t stop me.” You said defiantly, as you picked up your bags “And I’m not your responsibility.”

He was now standing right in front of you, looming over you again “As long as you are in the state of New York, you are very much my responsibility.” He said firmly. Almost in a growl.

“Liam, come on. You can’t protect me from him forever. What, are you just going to follow me where ever I go, forever? Be realistic.”

“I can and I will.” He growled “And no, I won’t need to follow you around, I have plans in place to protect you when I can’t.”

“You don’t even know me!” You scoffed “Why are you going through all this trouble for a fucking stranger, huh? What makes me so damn special—” Before you could comprehend what was happening, his large hand reached out and gently cupped the back of your head, pulling you towards him and then it happened. His lips crashed into yours, you tensed at first, and dropped the bags from your hands as his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to his body. Your arms instinctively went around his waist and clung to his muscular back. And your eyes slowly closed. It was probably the best kiss you had even experienced. It was filled with both passion, and need. But was also gentle and comforting. How a simple kiss could instil so many different feelings and emotions all at once was beyond your comprehension. You never wanted it to stop, but it did, and far to quickly for your liking, as he slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. His large hand still on the back of your head as the other held you pressed tightly to him. You let out a deep shaky breath, eyes still closed.

“That’s why.” He breathed out. And all you could do was nod your response, unsure if your voice would even work at the moment. He slowly released you from his embrace and you instantly mourned the loss. He picked your bags up off the floor, pulled the milk out and handing it to you. You stood there awkwardly cradling the milk, like it was the last jug of it on the planet and you would protect it with your life. He reached up above you and put the bags back in the cupboard. You just stood there frozen in place. He put his hands on your waist and spun you around to face the fridge, then gently nudged you towards it. You opened the fridge and put the milk back before turning back to face him. Still very much in a daze after that kiss, but seeing that stupid smirk on his face almost made you laugh. Smug fucker. You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to be pissed off.

“We both know you aren’t mad.” He exaggeratingly rolled his eyes and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you burst out laughing for a moment, cupping your hand over your mouth to quiet the sound. He laughed with you for a second before adding “Plus, you still owe me a date. Like I’d let you skip out on your debt that easily.”

“You aren’t going to let that go, are you?” You lightly laughed again.

“Hell no. You owe me.” He said, trying to keep his face neutral now, but he failed and a brilliant smile broke out across his lips. “Okay, you’ve had a long day, I’ll show you to your room. Then tomorrow I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He offered you his arm again and you took it instantly this time, tucking your hand into his elbow.

“Oh shit,” you looked up at him as you walked through the enormous house, realization sinking in again “I don’t have any clothes here with me.”

He looked down at you “We will figure that out tomorrow. For tonight, I can lend you something to sleep in.”

You smiled, and nodded as a blush took over your face, you quickly looked down to hide it “Thank you.” You whispered. He led you up the stairs then directly to the right, where there were 2 doors across from each other “Wait here.” He said as he released your arm and went through the door to the left. Reappearing a minute later holding some article of clothing which he then passed to you. He pointed to the door on the right “This is your room.” He then pointed to the one on the left, the one he had disappeared through “That’s my room, if you need anything.”

“I should be all set.” You held up the article of clothing for effect, yet you both continued to just stand there. Neither one of you clearly wanting to say goodnight, as it would mean you’d have to part ways, and clearly neither of you wanted that. Even though you both knew you had to, as you both desperately needed sleep. He broke the silence first this time, after a long as fuck minute of it, he reach out and took your hand, the one not holding the clothes, and lifted it up to his lips, putting a chaste kiss on your knuckles before releasing it back down “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Liam.”

You turned and entered your room. Once your door closed you leaned against it and clenched your eyes shut, releasing a long deep breath. After a moment you heard the soft click of his door closing. And you opened your eyes, pushing off the door you wandering into the room. You stripped off your clothes then pulled on the large t-shirt he had given you. Realizing that’s the only article of clothing he had actually given you. So much for pants. You giggled then sleepily walked over to the bed. You collapsed on top of it, not bothering to get into it, instead grabbing the blanket from the other side and pulling it over you. Sort of like a human blanket taco. You snuggled in deep to the plush bed then drifted off to sleep instantly. This would be the best sleep you’d had in years. Scratch that. Ever. You’d never felt safer in your life. And you could easily get used to sleeps like this. No question asked.

Chapter 8 HERE.

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Reactions to the interview under the cut

TBH, I though i was reading a certain manga, but no. So, apparently, Arvis was afraid that making an ambush on a defenseless man wasn’t sufficient, and he Deedee-baited him out of guard to win.

Meh.

This part about the Dozels, Lex is supposedly a misfit in his family, but then all of his nephew sort of take after him, as in, aren’t raging douchebags.

Actually, Lex was the first modern Dozel? The others (Danan/Langbalt) were old Dozels?

The reason why she turned into the most badass parental figure in the next game

You hear the man, FE5 was going to be on SNES

and fig this N64 thing or 3D models

This is where we’re not going to be on the same train of thought - no one is completely evil for the sake of it, but women can’t because “women!”??

Real world history, the killing of women is something that doesn’t happen so much even in real life? Are we living in the same world? I guess Marie-A from wonder France didn’t really lose her head, or something...

And again, Hilda is the “very definition of villainous”, “an evil witch” and all...

We killed her son gfdi, for sure it doesn’t lessen the impact of her participation in the child hunts, but damn it, we’re in Genealogy of the HW, of course children want to avenge their dads, and dads/moms want to avenge their kids. Like, iirc, Hilda is the only parent to lose a child, as opposed to everyone else who lost a parent, right?

fig it, he’s the plainest prince of Persia a barbarian country we invaded for no good reason and we will never give it back to him

Jamke illustrates everything wrong with Granvalle in the first gen, but sure, he is plain.

Major Naga heroine who is the only one who can get rid of Loptyr? What am i talking about, Falchion is a sword, not a sentient, human being!

OTOH what does he mean by “heroine”? Someone who’s heroic but with tiddies, or someone who supports the hero?

hahaha, the epilogue said i played 66 hours, but i actually took nearly 3 years to finish the game!

TFW Kaga himself says Edain has no respect for Azelle :’(

OTOH, yay for man-woman romances!

... something something awakening something Tharja’s daughter

OTOH, I can’t see anyone else fitting this description.

This is something I felt as I was playing, even if “many people” in the second gen was only “Seliph and Seliph post-F!Lewyn infodumping on what he should think”.

Maybe the reason why a certain manga ended after Arvis’ defeat?

And you’re not supposed to be able to fight the evil dragon without Falchion even for laughs.

:’(

I firmly believe that Seliph, put in Siggy’s shoes without a draconic advisor would have failed, maybe not the scene where he marries a woman he met once, but failed to see what Arvis and the other Granvallians were planning.

Sad thing, Sigurd was a knight during a time of peace/pre-war. Seliph is a man taught to be a King, during times of war.

We can’t compare them.

And this is this foreshadowing chapter that everyone loved, as opposed to Seliph’s which is just... there.

Big Meh here for Travant.

F!Lewyn be damned (seriously), Travant’s brand of justice is no different than F!Lewyn’s own brand if we talk about doing questionnable things for the greater good (Ishtore? Getting involved in Thracia only to put Leif on the Throne and getting rid of the Dain line?).

Travant is a “crass” person, alright, but he still wanted food for his people and honestly, I can’t really agree with the “no other way to be killed”.

I don’t know what happened for FE5 to see the day, and for Kaga to go back on those words, but in FE5, I could “see” Leif kind of working with Travant to get rid of the Loptyr goons or something, because FE5!Leif understands that the Thracians are in deep shit thanks to his dad and his grandpapa. Leif’d still hate his guts, but he managed to swallow his pride and ask Hannibal for his help in the game.

FE4!Leif only wants revenge, and will crush Thracia with an iron fist, before becoming the King of the united peninsula, with the people’s approval, of course!

So hm, yeah? I wonder if there is a Kaga interview about FE5.

Naesala is a modern Travant, but in the end, he doesn’t die, he can even get married to his heron!

:’(

Azelle also felt suffocated by Deedee’s Loptyr blood? Is it a side effect of the Loptyr blood, or Kaga forgot about Deedee, or Azelle had to find an excuse to be scared of his bro?

Falchion has some backstory?

Seriously, this is the reason why, despite the game making it possible for Seliph/Ares to kill Julius, Julia is the only one who can/should kill him.

Like, she’s a Falchion so of course she can do it, but also, she is the only sibling Julius had, blood relations be cursed. She is the only one to remember her bro, the only one to call out Loptyr on his possession.

Julia and Julius shared a bond (because they’re twins?) as siblings who grew up together, it’s normal that she’s the only one from the family to put him out of his misery.

and then depressive post!war!Julia happens

FE5 happened, so a chunk of this is not up-to-date, but seeing the different intentions of Kaga while making the game and what the fans managed to see while playing it is really telling.

Kaga managed to make his grandiose game, but Siggy’s story is the part everyone loves whereas it was supposed to be a glorified prologue - I am not okay with Hilda supposed to be Hans&Iago tier of being evil for the sake of it.

Arvis’ plan was shaky so he used Deedee to be sure to kill Siggy... I’m very disappointed here.

Edain doesn’t respect her husbands, it’s wonderful compared to her sister who has abandonment issues and wants recognition from her men - they’re twins but they’re complete opposites!

Lex being the only good Dozel...

The Prince of the land we trampled and called savage for no good reason, where people like to rape/pillage/burn whatever they can is a random, and we’re not supposed to care about Persia (which is a shame because anyone who played Civilization or who’s knowlegeable on the subject will tell you that Persia wasn’t a place ran by barbarians and everyone knew it, and i know it happened in the 90s, i’m still very sour about it )

F!Lewyn being one of Kaga’s favourite ideas - is F!Lewyn his own mouthpiece in the game? I surely hope not, or I will believe that FE5 was directed from afar by Kaga, but someone else “directed” the game.

Azelle being afraid of Arvis because of his Loptyr blood? Again something I’m not okay with.

Azelle comparing the perfect Lord Brother to Siggy and being disappointed in Siggy is definitively something I’m okay with (and then his POV changes through the game)

The Julia part where only she can defeat/save Julius is touching.

Julia being a Falchion with two legs is not.

But I think he adressed the reason why the 2nd gen feels so flat - Seliph’s story ends with Oldvis, but through the game, we can’t give a fig about this because we start to understand that those Loptyr goons are actually the big baddies running the show.

There is avenging Siggy and there is saving the World. Heck, F!Lewyn tries to sell the big adventure to Seliph by talking about Loptyr and the Dark Empire, but then we return to “we will kill those guys or the children of those guys who figged over Siggy and pals in the first gen”.

Or it’s only me, idk.

I’m actually a bit afraid at Jugdral Echoes, even moreso now. I guess that’s what happens when you spend too much time headcanoning things, taking headcanons for granted but when Kaga himself crashes it you can’t do a thing.

(we’re not on the levels of “Talisa was a Lannister spy --> no she was just that badass chick hanging out around the king and acting like no woman/person should act around a king” honeypoting)

Julia being a Falchion is definitively something I didn’t expect and something I didn’t want.

I hate it.

OTOH, having other than gameplay reasons as to why Julia should be the one to deafeat Julius, I always thought about it and I’m glad Kaga thought the same.

#Jugdral #Kaga #Kaga's interview #I'm half kidding with the falchion thing but #it is disgusting #she's fridged when she's supposed to be a major character in the game #maybe not in Seliph's game but in the war #the child of the evil emperor fighting against him?#imagine if Sonya didn't get any lines against Jedah #Oldvis is no Jedah but Julia couldn't confront her dad #she wasn't allowed to #just like Gharnef Manfroy hid the Falchion somewhere instead of destroying it #i can't get behind the persia=barbarians #we're talking about a tribal land here #on reddit someone talked about the Gauls and it'd have been a better fit #i figging hate it #loptyr blood making Azelle afraid?#tfw azelle is afraid of 2 months old loptyr blooded saias #well of course saias doesn't exist here #Deedee-baiting Siggy is low #but i wanted to think that Arvis was able to kill him due to his surprise party #that was the cunning plan #not showing Deedee to his face #TFW the manga got it right #OTOH #Kaga had good tastes #Bridget being a favourite #of course!

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Regarding: That Sad Idea you had a little while ago, about Nyx meeting the younger version of his dad? I think - I think it would work best if it wasn't TimeIsCruel Nyx. Not!TimeIsCruel Nyx, being *somehow* transported back to the past and meeting the younger version of his father - who is /thrilled/ to meet his future son. ("I have a son! I have a son! Hello random person, I have a son!") The magic that brought Nyx here doesn't let him do or say anything to alter the timeline (cont)

(cont) And it’s - heartbreaking and wonderful and strange all in one to meet this version of his father, one happier and lighter and /free/. And maybe Nyx can’t alter time (he’s going to get yanked back to his own time automatically eventually) - but, well, he takes advantage of it to /punch Somnus in the FACE/. (“Trust me, he deserves it.”) And just - think how heartbroken past!Ardyn must have been, when the Scourge and the Curse took him - (cont)

(cont) He probably thought that he’d invalidated Nyx’s existence somehow; he was pretty sure he’d been rendered sterile by the Scourge/Curse etc. Except. Two thousand years later. He has a son. And he looks at Nyx and - Nyx is proof. That not everything he lost. He has a /son/.

You, my friend, are a giant enabler. You are also right. It is so much more heartbreaking with a Nyx that didn’t know his father as he was - because it’s so much easier for him to notice the differences. When he gets back Nyx is gonna take like, a month off just to hug his dad and never let him go. Ardyn is totally fine with this, he’s spent 2000 years stressing over whetehr or not his son would be born. (Becuase he noticed how sometimes Nyx looked at him like he wanted to cry, how Nyx looked at Somnus as though he was an enemy. He didn’t think much of it at the time - because he was too focused on meeting Nyx - but after the curse, after Somnus’ betrayal? Well, lets say some things make a little more sense)

Have a snippet (hah, snippet I say, it’s over a 1000 words) from Nyx’s POV under the cut. I really want to write the next bit from Ardyns POV but I’m also meant to be packing and writing the next Our Past chapter so gods know when I’ll get round to it.

It happens while he’s on a mission, because of course it does.Nyx had been feeling out of sorts all day – nothing big, nothing even worth mentioning, but enough that he was just twitchy. Just odd enough for him to notice and for it to irritate him. Which, well, was annoying – but not world ending, even though it meant that he was looking forward to the mission and a chance to destroy things.And the mission started out well enough – it was just a standard guard and destroy mission (affectionally titled the “Hold your ground and Fuck Shit Up” missions in glaive reports – there was a reason that Drautos despaired of the lot of them) against the Nif and the Daemons that they’d brought with them. Nothing particularly difficult, nothing they hadn’t done before, nothing that would take all that long – it was a milk run, really, meant so that the younger glaives could build up some experience.Nyx was only there because he had volunteered when Drautos had asked for a couple older glaives to go to keep an eye on the kids. Because he had been desperate to get out of the city and just kill something – to try and work off all of this excess energy that he had.He had regretted that, pretty much the moment that they arrived at the site. Because Nyx had spent a lot of time fighting in ruins – it practically came in the job description and the Nifs spent a lot of time targeting populated areas. But nobody had told him that they were going to be fighting in the ruins of Old Solheim. Hells, maybe they didn’t even know. One set of ruins looked a lot like another, and they weren’t exactly anywhere near where Solheim used to be – Lucis and Niflheim probably didn’t even know what these ruins used to be.But Nyx could feel it – could feel the land reaching out to him, tasting his magic, could feel the magic of the land embracing him, recognising him. (His father was a King. Ardyn was Solheim’s King, bound to the land in a way that the Lucian kings would never understand. The land recognised him, whispered things to him, was a part of him in a way that Somnus had never known.And his father had recognised him as a Prince, had confirmed him as his heir. The land recognised that decision, accepted that decision. The land had chosen Nyx as it’s Prince, just like Ardyn had, and this was proof)Which made it really fucking hard to concentrate on the battle a hand, what with the way that his blood and magic were basically singing contentment and home and soon at him. Thankfully, the kids didn’t actually need his help – and Nyx only had to step in at the end when a couple of them had drawn the attention of a daemon that was a little too strong for them, Pelna having taken care of pretty much everything else.Fighting off a daemon with just his blades doesn’t really help him burn off any of the excess energy that’s because of his magic, but that’s probably a good thing honestly – with the way he feels right now, with the way his magic was right now, he’d probably end up blowing the entire place sky high.The battle ends pretty quickly, with no real injuries outside of some cuts and bruises caused by shrapnel, and they’re just cleaning up when it happens.Nyx, startled by a sudden change in the lands magic, stumbles – brushing a slightly bloody hand against some runes that he hadn’t bothered to translate.There’s a surge of magic - eager and joyous and excitable and powerful and old - that rushes around him, reaching for him, and Nyx barely has time to curse before the world goes white.He wakes up to a man poking him in the face, a man that his magic instinctively recognises, and his fist is flying towards the mans face without a second thought. For a moment he feels slightly guilty – really, the man had brought it on himself but he might have possibly been a bit violent – before he realises what his magic, what the land, is whispering to him (brother of the King, blood-kin, Bahamut’s blade, Somnus) and then all he feels is proud of the way that his nose had cracked, and slightly sad that he hadn’t managed to do more.And then his eyes land on the second man, who was standing slightly behind the first, and he freezes.(That’s his dad. He knows that that’s his dad – his magic had reached for him the way that it always did, and his dad’s magic had reached back. But.It was so odd to see his father without the weight of millennia on his shoulders. It was odd to see the man without the lines of betrayal on his face, without the taint of the scourge in his magic, without the air of age that always surrounded him, without the endless shadows in his eyes and the constant battle for control against the daemons housed within his body.This was the healer, the King of Solheim. This was a man who hadn’t yet taken too much of the Scourge into himself trying to heal others, who hadn’t yet been betrayed by those closest to him, who hadn’t had his people stolen from him, who hadn’t faced his own execution at the hands of his family, who hadn’t been cursed by a God that he had once followed, who hadn’t had to live for 2000 years trying to find a way to die. This was Ardyn before he was broken, this was his father as he should have been.And that broke his heart.Because this man, the man in front of him, was young. Young in a way that Nyx found hard to reconcile with his father.He was young and happy and free, and it made Nyx want to kill something and cry and break down. Because Nyx knew exactly what happened to this man, to turn him into the father that Nyx knew – Nyx knew what was in this man’s future, and he hated himself for it)“What the fuck is my luck?” He said mournfully, tipping his head briefly back to stare at the sky. Why was it always him?A noise brought his attention back to his father, who was standing half-in half-out a defence stance, obviously confused at what his magic was telling him about Nyx. Well, might as well prove that he’s his father’s son.“Hey dad, lovely weather we’re having right?”

#my fic #ffxv #ardynson au #ask #Hamelin-born #nyx is ardyns son #time travel #snippet #I think my british was showing in that last line #Nyx is not going to deal with this well #nyx ulric #but at least he got to punch Somnus

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Dreams in Neon

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Ao3

Words: 2420

Summary: The year is 2518. The race to create super soldiers is at its height. All the big Westrosi families are trying to undermine one another to get to the top first. Robots and androids on every corner. Is that guy even human? 15 years ago you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your father packed you up and fled the city to try to undo his mistake. However, you were left with your formidable grandmother. Now an adult, well on your way to the top of the law field, you receive word that your father didn't just leave you with your grandmother, but he was kidnapped by one of those big time crime families, and shunted to the underground. You decide to team up with an old friend from the city and uncover the truth about what happened the day you seemed to lose everything. On your arrival, things start to get weird, and you were not prepared for this. War is looming on the doorsteps, but it may not be from other countries or even colonies ready to break free from the oppression of the home planet. Will you regret leaving the 'country side' or will you stand your ground and find your father? (*3rd person pov)

Chapter 3: How Little I Must Know

She woke in a heavy fog at first and then gasp, glancing around, unsure where she was. Then it quickly came back to her as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stifling a small yawn as she glanced around the quiet room.

“Maxie?” She mumbled, rolling from the bed and stretching deeply.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” A voice twittered back, the watch on (Y/N)’s wrist lighting up before a holographic figure appeared on the desk beside the only window in the room. A foot tall, cat, stretching and turning circles, before flopping down in the sunlight, its tail flicking lazily as it watched (Y/N) dig in her suitcase.

(Y/N) glanced at the hologram and gave a nonplussed look, “feeling feline today?” She asked, pulling free clothes and setting them beside the blue cat.

“I thought it fitting.” The cat said back, giving what was unmistakably a shrug, “Anyways, what can I start you with this morning?”

“Let grandma know I’m here.” (Y/N) said, making way to the small connected bathroom and closing the door.

The cat sat outside the door, “Already done. She says not to spend all your credits in one place, she loves you, and to keep her updated. Weather today will be sunny at a balmy seventy-eight, and a low of sixty-two. You have two messages from Conquest Nine, and a new message from Uni about job opportunities. Oh, and a coupon to The Twins Brewery. Twenty percent off any meal. Good at any loca-”

“Yes yes. Delete that. What about Conquest?” (Y/N) asked, opening the bathroom door as she wet her toothbrush.

“New tournament dates have been set. And…. your previous tournament credits have been awarded, ready to use in the shop. The shop closes up forty-eight hours before the start of the next tournament.” Maxie said, jumping up on the counter and watching (Y/N) brush her teeth. “Do you request further assistance?”

(Y/N) paused her brushing and turned her eyes to the hologram. Maxie had been a gift to her from her father for her 13th birthday. It was the last time she had actually seen him. But it wasn’t uncommon. Despite all the technology and ever changing gadgets, travel still took awhile, and the expanded colonies were very spread out. She went to school with many kids who’s parents were always travelling. Galactic Safety, scientists of all forms, doctors who needed to make routine checks to the Outerrims. So, (Y/N) had never imagined that her father was not a part of the water conservation project he had claimed. That really he was living a double life. But, Maxie had always been here for her. An AI that grew with her. Took part in her interests, stayed up with her many a long nights to study for finals, and been her true best friend. “Did you ever know any of this stuff about Dad?”

“No, ma’am. I did not. I know what you know.” Maxie said somberly.

(Y/N) sighed, finishing her usual morning routine. “I dunno what to think.”

“We will figure it out.” Maxie said, giving a small nod.

“I dunno if I have ever told you, but I am so glad for you.” (Y/N) said with a fond smile at the semi-transparent cat.

“As am I. Now, I am off to explore the city links.” Maxie said, giving another cat stretch and vanishing from sight.

(Y/N) let the guest room and retraced her steps from the night before, finding herself at the front door. She glanced around, hearing voices from a distant room. She found herself in a polished and glimmering kitchen. Ned and Cat looked up from a table and both smiled at you.

“Sleep well?” Cat asked, setting down her coffee cup.

(Y/N) gave a small shrug. “I guess. Too much on my mind.”

Ned gave her a long look, a deep sigh, and pulled out the chair beside him. “I think it’s time we talked.”

“Ned! She just got up. She should have breakfast first.” Cat snapped.

(Y/N) shook her head, “No. Food can wait. I want answers.”

“There isn’t much we can give you. We don’t know much more than you.” Ned said slowly, running his hand along his chin and giving a deeper frown. “As you know, your father and I went to school together. Grew up together. I was the best man at your parents wedding. He was the best man at mine. When you were born your parents named me and Cat as your godparents. When your mother died…”

“You mean murdered.” (Y/N) cut in rather harshly.

Ned sighed again, “Yes. I remember as if it were yesterday. It all happened so fast. I was only a patrol officer then. When the call watch patched over the line I was in the middle of lunch. I booked it as fast as I could across town. And when I got there… I’d never seen anything like it.” Ned stopped, staring down at his hands and giving a small shudder as the kitchen droid poured (Y/N) a cup of coffee. Ned took a deep breath and pressed on, “Of course, no evidence was left behind. Never found out who it was. There are theories, of course.”

“Like the Bolton’s?” (Y/N) asked bluntly, buttering toast from the plate another droid had placed on the table.

Ned frowned, “There are things you need to understand. The Bolton’s, while not my favorite people to deal with, have never outwardly displayed mafia related activity. But, Roose is almost as cunning as he is cruel.”

“Then it’s possible.” (Y/N) said thickly through the toast in her mouth.

“I suppose it could be. But there are so many others. This whole super soldier thing has everyone rushing to be first. And your father was promising. Won many a prizes while we were still in college for genetic modifications that did not involve the use of replacing parts with machines. That breakthrough had everyone on his heels. The money and benefits he was offered. Turning down everyone. Until your mother died. Roose Bolton just happened to come to him first after your mother’s death.”

(Y/N) stared down at her plate, chewing the inside corner of her lip.

“And then your father came to us.” Cat said after a few moments silence. “He asked us to never tell you anything, incase something happened. Asked if we would keep an eye on you and be there for you. Then, well, the accident. While you were in your comma he instructed us, and your grandmother, to give you the same story, and never let you step foot in the city.”

“But why?” (Y/N) asked almost pleadingly.

“We don’t know, honey.” Cat said, giving (Y/N) a truly sad look. “He vanished before anymore could be discussed. It was like he knew something was going to happen, but figured the less anyone knew the safer you would be.”

“Safe from what?!” (Y/N) half shouted. “What accident? What happened? Who am I supposed to be finding? What did he mean when he said they are coming? Who?! Who are coming?!” She felt the hot tears springing up in the corners of her eyes and fought to keep control of her quavering voice.

“More questions we can’t answer.” Said Ned heavily, “No one knows what happened in the accident. All record and video of it was wiped from everything. All anyone knows for sure was that it resulted in Roose’s eldest son’s death. Other than your father, Roose is the only other person who knows exactly what happened.”

“Then I have to talk to him.” (Y/N) said, standing abruptly.

“No. I said the Bolton’s have never been linked to mafia related incidents. I did not say that they were not a crime family. They just haven’t been caught at it. Not since Roose became head of the family. They go by the Red King’s. And besides that, they would sniff you out before you even got close. All the thugs and criminals have an act for sniffing out fresh military and police cadets.” Ned said, giving her a very stern look.

(Y/N) made a frustrated noise, but sat back down, glaring at her coffee. “Then what do I do?”

“There is nothing you can do. We have to wait. Play it by ear. Your father went out of his way to warn you. To keep you safe.” Ned nodded.

“Safe?! Safe from what?! What exactly am I safe from if no one can even tell me what I’m supposed to be looking out for? Would someone please tell me?” (Y/N) cried, a rogue tear slipping down her cheek. Cat rose from her seat and moved around the edge of the table to embrace her goddaughter in a tight, motherly hug.

“We will figure it out. We loved your father, your mother. And we love you too.” Cat whispered in her ear, rubbing her back firmly with the palm of her hand before letting go and leaving the room.

“Take a couple days to relax, kiddo. Get your head on straight. We could really use someone like you with your mind on the force. We’ve had to up patrols and physical force recently. A lot of civil unrest. Could help keep you busy until we get a lead.” Ned said, clapping (Y/N) of the shoulder as he rose from his seat, leaving too.

(Y/N) sat down heavily in her chair again, slumping down into it as she gazed blindly at her hardly touched plate of breakfast.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there until someone sitting in the chair beside her spoke and made her start. She turned her head to see Robb, who gave her a small smile.

“How’re you doing?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve just found out that my whole life has basically been a lie. How do you think I’m doing, Robb?” (Y/N) said rather harshly.

“Tactless.” Another voice tutted. (Y/N) turned to see Sansa walk in, scowling at her elder brother. (Y/N) gave Sansa a warm smile and stood from her seat and hugged Sansa. Sansa was just a little over two years younger than she and Robb. “Why was I not informed the moment you got here?”

“Sorry. I was just… my mind isn’t right. And Maxie had his hands full trying to keep up with me, I guess.” (Y/N) said with a small shrug.

“Well, I refuse to let you sit around and mope. You and me are going shopping, and then we are going out tonight. There are so many things I want to show you.” Sansa said with a small smile.

Sansa seemed to change a lot. Found herself after she finally was able to break it off and leave that idiot Joffrey guy. But she looked in better spirits than when you graduated just a few short months ago.

“Well, I would like to see the city.” (Y/N) nodded slowly, “Lemme go put something better on and then we can go.”

She left the table and returned to the room she was currently utilizing until she had found a place of her own. It shouldn’t be too hard once she had secured a job. Her father had given her a small fortune. Apparently whatever it was that he was doing he at least made good money for it. She changed quickly, nothing overly exciting; a simple black tee and her favorite tight jeans. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed up the thin glass sheet cell phone and headed back downstairs.

Sansa was waiting for her, smiling wide. She opened the door and stepped outside, (Y/N) following on her heels. “How’s the business?”

Sansa beamed at this, “It is going so great! I’ve been asked to make a few pieces for the Winter collection and I am so excited about it! So, where is your transportation?”

(Y/N) gave a small shrug, “I came in on the sub. I was thinking about maybe getting a bike. It’s just me and Maxie. And well, Maxies doesn’t exactly require any space. So instead of clogging up the streets further with a car I don’t need, I thought just getting a bike would be okay.”

“Ooh! I know just the place.” Sansa said, sliding into her car and opening the door for (Y/N). “So did dad offer you a spot on the department yet?”

(Y/N) gave a small chortle and nodded, “He did. What was he talking about with civil unrest?”

Sansa shrugged, “There seems to be an increase in crimes recently. Burglary, murder, kidnappings.”

“Hm.” (Y/N) hummed, frowning as she watched the surroundings speed past.

“So, shopping, lunch, then we will go look at bikes, and then we are going out to drink tonight.”

(Y/N) gaped slightly at Sansa, “Since when did you become such a rebel?”

Sansa rolled her eyes and shrugged, “I just… feel better now that I don’t have to look at Joffrey anymore.”

The two young women said nothing more and just listened to music, silently enjoying one another’s presence for awhile. Finally, Sansa parked her car in a packed parking garage near the heart of the city. They both wandered to the elevator and waited on it to open. As the elevator opened that same cold fuzz happened in the back of (Y/N)’s mind, but this time it was more. It was as if she saw it happen before it did. Like watching everything in slow motion as a man in a hurry made to run from the elevator. Except (Y/N) could move at normal speed, training kicking in, she thought of nothing else as she pulled Sansa out of the way, and pushed the slowly moving running man. Then like the flip of a switch everything was going at normal speed again; Sansa gasped as she was pulled out of the way and the man fell to the ground, as the doors to a set of stairs burst open and two security guards came running in.

Sansa turned to look at (Y/N) and squinted, “How’d you do that?” She whispered as they watched the guards cuff the man and collect all the stolen items from his pockets.

Unsure what to say or how to process what the hell had just happened (Y/N) shrugged, “Instinct?”

**image not mine. found on google

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Broken Constellations chapter 2- Give em Hell, kid.

Word count: 2247

Cassie's POV

Valentines day! I roll over and hug the teddy bear I got last year from a girlfriend. That was one of the only happy relationships I had. I slam my face into the pillow as my dad opens the door, flicking the light switch on.

"Get up, kiddo. It's time for school. Wake your brother up too." He smiles and goes downstairs to shower and get ready for work. I get up and throw on a sweater and jeans, shuffling to get Zach. I knock on the door and alert the devil it's time for school, as I go back and get ready. Last night was a shit show, and in actually surprised Jessie talked to me. Jesus, man. That's gotta be rough. I yawn and grab my bag, shoving shit in it, and looking in the mirror.

Today is a new day.

I walk downstairs and count the change in my wallet to get a Soda, I put on my shoes and tell my dad I love him, before leaving and walking outside. The air is cool and soft, remanence of winter lingering around the corner. I rub my eyes, god this is a long week of the same routine. I get down the road before I hear a loud honk, and see a familiar black car pull up next to me and roll down the window: mythic bitch, Jessica Smith.

"Get in." She commands, looking ahead with a bored stare.

"Uh...." no way. Fuck this. What's she gonna do to me. I look around for someone to help me.

"Yes you. Get in. I'm giving you a ride."

"No thanks." I pull my beanie over my head more, feeling my throat tighten up with anxiety.

"Come on. It's valentine day, and no one will see. Let me be nice, bitch."

I groan, and begrudgingly get in. This is going to be a long day.....

She starts driving again and I stare at my bag, an uncomfortable silence filling the empty space.

Part of me wants to chew her out for all the shit she's done to me when I didn't do anything to her. Part of me wants to ask her if she's okay and Tell dickasoarus-Rex to go to hell.

I choose option a.

"Why?" I ask, looking at her and keeping one hand near the door handle, moving my hair to my back.

"Why..?" She glances at me as she drives, waiting at the intersection of the school.

"Why do you all torment me? What did I do to you to piss you off so bad? This place is hell enough without you- and your- bullshit...." I trail off, looking away.

Her hands tighten on the steering wheel and she takes a breath in as she parks, and I wait for a minute, turning my body to her, and she stares at her lap.

"I see." I say, angry. I at least wanted an explanation for being put through hell. I get out of the car and walk through the back door of the school, headed to the cafeteria. Today was gonna be hell, for more than me.

It just depends on who starts the fire.

I walk over to the vending machine and start getting a Soda, when I see Theodore come up.

"Sorry man, im done he-" he leans on the vending machine and cuts me off.

"I saw you talking to Jessica last night."

"Yeah- crazy right- I can talk to people- ooohhhhhhhhh~" I wave my hands around like a ghost story, joking with him.

"What were you talking to her about?" Teddy looks at me, and I roll my eyes.

"Why, dear Holmes, I was talking to her about personal shit. It was an A-B conversation. So "C" yourself out of it." I snap, walking into the cafeteria before getting pulled back.

"Don't act so innocent. I don't see any good reason for you to want to talk to her. She hates you. She's a horrible person to you!!" Worry lines his voice.

"Yeah, well I'm human. I don't see a slightly-drunk sad girl and think "let's just drop her off and check her ass out as she walks away before driving around the corner!" So I think seeing someone upset, deciding to be a decent human being, and ask about her emotions is a good enough reason to spark a conversation." I cross my arms and rip away from him. "Don't give me shit teddy. You're my friend. Not my warden." He frowns and walks by me, his dirty blond hair fluffing around his tan face with emerald orbs, and a supernatural t-shirt. He and I met when I came here, we met through a friend and hit it off really well. His concern is well placed, but annoying.

We sit down and talk aimlessly, and he smiles and pulls out a large 2-liter of coffee and candy.

"Oh you bITCH I LOVE YOU!" I yell and hug him, laughing. He laughs too and hugs back. I reach in my bag and hand him a giraffe plush and a bag of rainbows.

"Get it? Cause you're a gay giraffe-"

"I'm not gay!!" He yells, and I giggle and take a sip of the coffee. Yes bitchhhhhhh.

We talk about classwork and assignments that the teachers gave that were bullshit. Queen bee and her friends walk in, and I notice the angry distance between Rex, Erika, and her. Those must be the guilty party members.

Amber walks in the mirror awkwardly, trying to strike up conversation without crossing any lines. It was like they had stepped on a battlefield made up of dancing around the issues and passive-aggressive comments. I raise my eyebrows and lean back on the table, looking at teddy.

"Oof. Look at that cluster fuck, like-"

"Yikes." Teddy agrees, watching. "What's with them?"

"The demon queen realized her empire was broken. She woke up to see the roses have thorns. The kingdom has lost their king."

Teddy looks at me.

"Seriously what the fUCK CASSIE?!?" He looks extremely concerned and I snort.

"Sorry- sorry." I give him a sheepish smile and we turn back to each other, talking aimlessly. I see Jessica set her things down and huff, talking to Amber and giving Erika and Rex the classic silent treatment. I give her a soft smile; and for once I see her return it.

Anger doesn't kill politeness.

"Seriously Jessica stop being such a bitch to me!!" Rex pleads, pulling her arm. She pulls away.

"After I went to find my friends what did you do?"

"I talked to my cousin!"

"Oh, so were kissing cousins now?" She snaps, and I "oh" damn. That was viscous.

Teddy snaps me back from my little zone out and I turn to him.

"Sorry- I got distracted." I shake my head,

"You seem distracted a lot. What did she do? Do I have to-"

"Stop, Teddy. Stop trying to be my knight in shining armor. I'm not a damsel in distress and I can rescue myself. Shit went down last night and she talked to me about it. She's in pain. Now drop it." I stand up, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Cassie-"

"Happy Valentines Day." I snap, and walk away, then I remember Jessica and how she couldn't answer and I get angrier and start moving faster. Teddy watches me leave and shoots Jessica a look, but I don't care. I don't give a fuck right now. It's too early to live out a high school trope. I rush to my next class, sit down, and pull out my books. Jessica and Amber walk in, jessica right behind me, Amber behind me to my left. The teacher talks about equations and steps, and Amber tries to snap my attention to ask for paper. I hand three sheets back and go back to work, keeping my head down, but I can't get her crying on the sidewalk, being realer than she ever shows, out of my head. It's tiring. There's too much going on and she should be the last person on my mind. She's my bully, not my friend, and everyone has a moment of weakness.

I lay my head down and groan, finish the page, and turn it in. Jessica throws a ball of paper at me. I groan and open it up reading.

"We need to talk." Well.

Fuck. that.

I pocket it into my bag and focus on the assignment for homework, planning out what we need to do for literature, and I smile softly at the idea of being able to discuss literature and get away from the world.

Today we're supposed to talk about Valentine's Day,

And I want to talk about how Valentine's Day is for the viscous.

I stand up and get a pass for the bathroom, tears forming in my eyes- it's the first day of school all over again. Crying over the past and what I'm missing. Crying over bullies and dicks and people who play with your heart for a gag. Crying because nothing stays the same.

God- I am a bitch. I camp out until class is about to end, grab my stuff, and go when the bell rings. The day moves slowly, inching minute by minute, and when it gets out, I thank god. This is too much weird shit for me to deal with.

"Cassie!!" I hear teddy call as he runs by me. I smile at him, walking out of school. "Do you wanna hang out?"

"Not really. I'm- a lot of shit is going on emotionally and I just want to nap, Teddy." I groan, rubbing my eyes.

"Come on! It's valentines day. Please?" He insists, and I sigh, Text my parents, and look at him.

"Fine. Where to?" I grab my bag strap and feel like shit, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"We can go to my place! Watch a movie or something." He smiles, and I follow him to his car. My parents- begrudgingly- like teddy. He's a sweet kid. He's a good friend too- sometimes possessive, but, I think it's protective. We get to his place and I throw my bag down in the kitchen in a chair and walk into the living room. His parents would be home in an hour or two.

"So what movie are we gonna watch?" I ask and look over at him. He walks over and sits down, smiling. He turns on Gifted, and I smile. He knows me.

"Yessssss" I laugh and watch the movie. He subtly moves closer and I turn to him- he leans over and starts to peck my lips- I push him off-

"Woah- teddy! What the fuck?" I ask, pink and flustered. He turns pink and frowns.

"I- I thought- that's why you agreed to hang out with me...? On Valentine's. That's why we got presents-"

"teddy- jesus- I'm your friend- And- Teddy I'm gay." I tell him, biting my lip.

"You just haven't been with the right guy." He says, and leans in and kisses me again, holding my waist. I slap him and push him off, grabbing my bag.

"Cassie-"

I say nothing as I run out of the house. I don't want to see him right now. My stomach twists and I feel sick-

Not even my best friend is a safe place anymore.

I hurry and catch my breath, thinking. Thinking too much. Overthinking.

This day can't possibly get worst.

I grab my earbuds and look up how far the distance to my home is. 2 miles. I grab my earbuds, blast music, and start walking. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone: Jessica Smith gave me a ride, teddy tried to confess, and I'm being slowly dragged into the plot of a high school movie cliche.

To make things worst I can't get Jessica "Jessie" smith out of my head.

And I wonder what her hugs feel like.

I slap myself and walk in silence, letting the music think for me. After about a mile, I stop by the dollar store and buy a drink and some snacks, put them in my bag, and notice Rex and Erika hooking up.

Gross.

"Jessica was being such a bitchhhh" Rex says, panting.

"Ugh. I know right? She didn't even give me a ride home. I- I guess I see it.... but- still. She's not dating you."

"She's only in loooove with me!" He snorts.

"Right. So you two should shit talk her and mock her emotions. Classy. Why would she ever be mad? It's like you two did something wrong!" I sarcastically smile, moving them so I can get out.

"Fuck off, Goth moth. It's not like she's your friend. You should hear what she says behind your back-"

"I do. But I see the shit you do behind here and I figure at least she's not leading someone on and shattering their heart. Grow the fuck up, be adults. Honestly? You two are perfect for each other. Shallow and rude, and not realizing what you have." I snap, and they glare, cursing my out as I walk away. I just have to take the back roads and I'll be fine.

I walk away from the rude remarks and bitch fits and think about how ironic it was that I was right:

Valentine's is for the Viscous.

#broken constellations #jessie and cassie #lgbt #wlw #oc writings #kit writes

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