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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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Hi! I noticed you’re request are now open. I was wondering if you can write more for shallow waters? Maybe how things have been since tua has been born? If not I’d totally understand! And if so thank you in advance! :)

family of thieves

pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings: family stuff! cuteness hehe

summary: in which the older sully kids like stealing tua from right under your nose

word count: 1.4k

author's note: this is a short and sweet little one shot and yes it is set in the shallow universe lol. i just thought i'd give y'all something sweet after that last one hehe...takes place after shallow waters

Okay, you will admit it. You made a pretty adorable baby. The cutest little thing in the world and you loved her with all of your heart.

And so did the rest of the Sullys.

The first few months Tua was always at your side or with Jake. Oftentimes you felt Jake was always hogging the girl but he teased you and said he was just her favorite. He was totally wrong but that was beside the point.

Once Tua became a toddler, that’s when a lot of odd occurrences began to happen.

The first time it happened you were in absolute panic. You had come back to the family tent to find it empty. You guessed that everyone was out in the waters as usual. But it wasn’t supposed to be empty.

“Tua?” You called, heart dropping in your chest when you saw that the toddler you had left for only a few seconds wasn’t there anymore. “Tua!”

Dropping everything, you rushed around the village, heart practically ready to tear itself out of your chest. When you got to the beach, you spotted Jake and Neytiri riding on his ilu further out in the waters.

“Jake! Neytiri!” You called from the beach, eyes still searching your surroundings in a panic. The two hadn’t heard you, irritatingly you shouted louder, this time in Na’vi. “AAAH! I AM CALLING TO YOU, JAKE AND NEYTIRI!”

Neytiri turned her head first, brows furrowing together when she saw your anxious state, “Y/N? What is wrong?” She called back. That was when Jake looked over as well, frowning when he saw your worried face.

“Do you know where Tua is?” You called.

Before either of them could reply, Tsireya, who had been floating in the water nearby, suddenly perked up, “Oh! I just saw Neteyam with her! They should be that way.”

You gave her a quick thanks before rushing off in that direction with Jake and Neytiri still calling after you.

Further down the beach and near a bunch of rocks, you spotted Neteyam first. He was sitting on one of the taller rocks, talking to himself it seemed and pointing out toward the ocean. But when you got closer, Tua, your unbothered daughter, was sitting between his legs and giggling as if she were having the time of her life.

Neteyam spotted you as you got closer, He grinned and waved, “Sa’nok! I was just showing Tua the little fishies! Plus, I think she really wants to meet a Tulkun now after I told her a mighty stories about them.”

You placed your hand on your heart, feeling uttered relief and slight exasperation. “Neteyam, boy, you almost gave me—what is it your father says?—a heart attack! I thought I lost Tua!”

The boy looked confused for a few seconds before he realized what you had meant and started grinning sheepishly, “Oh right, sorry. It was Tua’s fault anyway! She was looking at me with those big eyes! I couldn’t say no to that!”

Despite your previous freak out, you couldn’t find yourself staying mad at Neteyam. After all, he was practically your first baby too, even though you didn’t give birth to him yourself. Plus, Tua looked to be having a grand time with her older brother. The sight itself calms you down and allows you to smile gently.

Carefully you climbed up onto the rock with them. Tua reached for you and you took her in your arms, “Next time tell me you’re taking her for the day.” You poked his head, “I might as well have raged throughout the village to find her.”

Neteyam chuckled sheepishly, “Sorry, Sa’nok. I won’t scare you like that again. Promise.”

You smiled as Tua tugged gently at your hair before giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. Just as you slid off the rock, both Jake and Neytiri arrived on the ilu, both looking confused and worried.

“What happened? Why were you freaking out?” Jake was the first to ask, his eyes scanning you and Tua for any harm.

“Your son stole Tua while I wasn’t looking.” You sighed. “All is fine, crisis averted.”

Jake visibly calmed down while Neytiri tsked at her son, “Neteyam.”

“Sorry, mother.” The boy raised his hands.

You thought that that would be the one and only time that would happen. But for some odd reason, it kept happening.

The second time, you had turned away for a few seconds to fix her food. Before then she had been sitting and playing with her tail. But when you turned back to feed her, she was gone. This time you didn’t freak out, you were just confused. She had been right there, how could she have crawled away that fast?

Neytiri was in the tent with you, cooking some of the fish they got for their meal for the night.

“Tiri’.”

“Mmm?”

“Where’s Tua?”

Neytiri looked up from what she was doing, looking around as well. “Was she not just here?”

“Yes, she was!” You got up and left the tent, Neytiri not too far behind you. “Tua! Tua!” You tried not to be too loud as the night was settling in and you knew most of the villagers were going to bed soon. “Tua! Tua! Tua—Kiri?”

You had stumbled upon the teenage girl, not too far away from your tent, to find her in the water, holding Tua with her, surrounded by glowing fish.

Tua’s big eyes were fixated on the fishes as she tried reaching for them in Kiri’s grasp. Your shoulders sagged and relief flooded your chest.

Kiri looked up and smiled, “Hi, Y/N!”

Neytiri appeared next to you and chuckled when she saw Tua, “Kiri, dinner is almost ready. It’s time to get out of the water.”

“Aw, Mom, we were just about to have a little fun.” The girl grinned.

“Yes, and Tua was about to eat her own dinner just now.” You pointed out before grabbing Tua from Kiri as the latter hoisted herself out of the water. “I swear you children just want me to have a heart attack.”

“I was going to bring her back.” Kiri pouted as they began walking back to their shared tent. “But she really liked the fish.”

Tua giggled when Neytiri tickled her cheek. You smile gently at Kiri, “I understand you want to spend time with your new sister, but at least let her fill up her stomach first before you go taking her on your little adventures, please.”

Kiri nodded, resting her head on your shoulder, “Yes, Mom, I will. Promise.”

Apparently, you had to tell all of the children this.

It happened again a few days later. This time you had tried to put Tua down for a nap. Only as soon as you took your eyes off of her—really you should’ve learned by this point—Tua was gone.

You didn’t freak out this time, you only sighed. Jake entered and saw your face. He placed down his equipment and cupped your face to give you a kiss.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“One of our kids took Tua again.”

The amusement was not missed on his face as he gave you another kiss, “Well, I did just see her with Lo’ak and Tsireya. Might wanna start there.”

You hug him close, burying your face into his neck. “Why do they keep doing this?”

Jake chuckled, gently squeezing the back of your neck, “You made her too adorable, baby. She takes after you.”

Just as you were about to pull away from the comfort of your husband’s arms, Lo’ak came into the tent with Tua sitting on his shoulders.

“She wanted you so I brought her back.” Lo’ak said, taking her off his shoulders.

“Where did you take her?” You asked when Tua reached for you.

Lo’ak glanced toward Jake and shrugged, “We were with Payakan—but we were careful, I promise!”

Jake sighed and you chuckled, “Don’t worry, I believe you. Just tell me before…” At this point, was it even worth telling him to remind you? Really, none of the children were doing any harm. Just spending time with their newest sister, which was really sweet when you got over the initial panic.

You pulled him into your side, “Just be sure not to take her with you on any of your shenanigans, like you do with Tuk.”

“As long as she doesn’t try to tattle on me.” Lo’ak muttered. Jake gave him a look.

“Penis face!”

The three of you froze and all turned to look at Tua in your arms. At first you thought you were hearing things, perhaps you had gone insane in the current heat. Perhaps you imagined the whole thing—

“Penis face!!” Tua giggled, clapping her hands together.

Your eyes widened as you stared at your daughter. There was a snort from your son.

You glared at your husband, “Jake!”

“Lo’ak!”

“What—Dad literally said it earlier!”

“Out! Both of you!”

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seichira · 2 years

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[ 12:35 ] — 20th midnight of october.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ your boyfriend comes home extremely late, after you specifically (and nicely) asked him earlier this morning not to be.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ some fluffy short scenario for rindou’s birthday!

with freezing hands caused by the intense cold winds outside, rindou haitani turns the doorknob to your shared apartment to finally get some heat in his system and cuddle up to his beautiful partner after a long day of tedious work.

the door swings open, and before he even gets to call your name like he usually does out of instinct, a huge pillow comes dashing towards him and although it completely takes him by surprise, his reflexes help him dodge the huge pillow.

“shit! what the hell?” he grumbles right before his eyes land on you, standing all alert in the middle of the living room, shooting daggers at him through your fiery eyes. not to mention one remaining pillow in your grasp that seems to be ready to be thrown at your boyfriend who should have been home before exactly thirty-five minutes ago.

he squints his eyes as if he is seeing wrong. “baby? what’s all this? why are you—” he takes a step to get to you but an especially loud yell stops him.

“don’t you dare come near me until at least one of my pillows hit you!” you fake throwing the pillow at him so he dodges again, so you say, “and don’t you even try dodging it or i swear to god, rindou haitani.”

you see, you are talking to a man who has evaded death hundreds of times. this man before you has been threatened, intimidated, and been held at gunpoint before. but he swears he has never been scared of anyone else but you.

before you came, nothing can make him stand there and just take a freaking bullet. he will do whatever it takes to save his life. but right now, as he is in front of the person he has only ever loved and the person who has got him wrapped around a finger, he closes his eyes and stands still while waiting for the hit of the throw pillow to come. and man, it did come.

he wants to laugh, though. because your threats and angry demeanor seem so bold but the throw you just aimed towards him had no bite. still, to satisfy his beloved partner, he acts pained.

“where the hell have you been?! and you have the guts to ask me what the hell, when i have been waiting for you since forever!”

still acting as if the pillow really hurt him, he slowly approaches you with a small smile on his lips that he uses when he wants to appease you.

“i’m sorry, baby. it slipped my mind and got too preoccupied in an investigation. i hurried home as soon as i remembered, though. hm?” he smirks and finally takes you in his arms.

you land a punch on his back but you do not dare break off the hug. “and you think that’s gonna make it all better, haitani? i see i have been too complacent with you, you think you can woo me easily!”

oh, he absolutely can. you talk so much but really, you love him just as much as he loves you. yes, he may give in to all of your whims, but you also cannot resist him to save your life.

“i’m sorry, my love,” he whispers and kisses your temple. “i’m here now, am i not? you really miss me that much? wanted me to come home early?”

you separate from him for a bit to face him eye-to-eye. “it’s because i didn’t want anyone to beat me to it. i wanted to greet you first but i guess ran already did, huh—”

rindou stops you with an, “oh.”

“oh,” you say right after. “you forgot?”

he nods like a clueless child, “totally had no idea it was even coming up, baby. ran is overseas so he hasn’t got the chance to bother me with it.”

all his life, he only ever celebrated his birthdays with ran. and he can’t even call it a celebration. his brother would just greet him casually and dap him up, then he will wake up to a cupcake with a candle on it. he doesn’t think he will ever get used to being loved by anybody else apart from his brother.

but here you are, looking up at him, giggling.

“does this mean i get to greet you first?”

he nods, “the privilege is all yours.”

you tiptoe and his arms are quick to wrap around your waist to help you up to place a kiss on his lips, a deep and loving one that officially demotes ran’s birthday cupcakes into second place. your kiss takes the throne of the best birthday present ever.

“happy birthday, rin. i love you.”

just when rindou haitani thinks he could not love you any more than he already does, you prove him wrong.

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ninjaturtlemaniac · 24 days

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Sable's Secret

Even with his eyes closed he could feel Sable freaking out.

Sable's voice shook. "Promise me you won't freak out."

"Sable, baby I promise."

He heard Sable try to control her breathing as she exhaled slowly and she placed something weighty in his hands.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

...

John Dory blinked in confusion at the object in his hand.

"Oh" he said softly as he recognised it.

Sable's heart dropped and her shoulders sagged.

"Is this pine?"

.......what?

"Eh?" Sable replied with the most elegance she could muster.

"You shouldn't be using pine that's just silly. Gets all bent all out of shape and cracks at the slightest breeze. Willow wood is where it's at! It more flexible."

Sable was utterly baffled by his reaction.

"It... you don't think it's weird?"

"That you have a wooden leg? Pffft noooo."

Sable's eyes darted around the room in confusion. Surely he's bluffing?

"Is this a joke?"

John Dory looked up from the leg to find Sable starting to visibly shake. He quickly placed the leg down on the table and held her hands.

"Sabe, I'm not joking...why would you think I'm joking?"

She couldn't look at him.

"You were really scared to tell me, weren't ya?"

She could only nod a little bit.

"What happened?"

She brought her gaze up to meet his but didn't reply.

"We were in the tunnels...."

***

Flashback to teenage Sable running through the tunnels with her parents. The Bergens had already discovered they'd escaped and were trying to dig them out.

Sable was running alongside her parents. The shaking from the Bergens footsteps and shovels cause the tunnel to rumble and Sable loses her footing and falls.

Just as a Bergen shovels through the dirt above her.

Right through her leg....

Flashforward a a year or two later

Sable is in a makeshift hospital in the forest. The Pop Trolls are trying to rebuild their society but she can't do much to help.

Only her parents visit her.

Not Summer

Not Sage

Not Sonnet

Not Scout

She fell into a dark place.

She was grey for a short time.

After that, the only thing she found herself being able to do was read. She found comfort in the books. She found an escape. This was her beginning towards her extensive education and her acting career.

***

"So when you didn't wanna go swimming?..."

"Yes"

"The long ass skirts?..."

"Yes"

"The 'always turnin up to stuff too early' thing?"

"I prefer not to have an audience if I am forced to use stairs."

"....No dancing?"

She turned to him sadly. Her ears drooped.

"That one hurt the most."

"So the reunion rumours...?"

"I did not refuse the reunion because I am, as they said, 'too good for my pop star past'. I physically cannot do the dances anymore!"

"Do the other Sugar Girls know?"

"No. You are now one of the very few who knows."

"I'm honoured."

Sable tried to smile but she really couldn't.

John noticed she had gone quiet in her thoughts.

"Babe, I've met Trolls with lost legs before. Heck, I've met Trolls with eyes made of glass, some with more scars than skin, one guy had half his stupid face missing, trust me it was an improvement! A wooden leg isn't scary."

"This-" she gestured to the leg "-Is an everlasting reminder of the most horrible time of my life. I was alone and afraid and-"

"-and you survived!"

Sable gasped. Tears began to formed.

"And you're here! You coulda thrown yourself in hole and never come out but you said 'not today' and look at you now! You're a smokeshow who kicks the ass of everything thrown her way. " He playfully punched her arm "Myself included!"

She wiped the tears before they had a chance to fall and leaned against his shoulder.

"Will you tell me what happened to your hand?"

John looked down to his glove. He sighed and slowly took it off.

"Well I guess you showed me yours, I gotta show you mine now huh?"

"Jonathan Dor-" she stopped short when she saw his exposed hand.

The hand did not look good at all. She felt like a hypocrite having thought that. At least her stump had been cared for and healed properly. John's hand looked like it had been crushed and had no care given to it at all.

"How?"

"For a while, folks from all over thought I was the last Pop Troll. They hadn't taken a liking to Pop yet so I had a bounty put on my head. They thought they could get ridda Pop for good. Some Yodeler was on my tail, got me with an ice pick."

Sable was shocked and blinked at him almost not believing him.

He tried to flex his hand, but not much happened. "This thing kinda reminds me of when I was alone too but-"

"-but you survived. Just like I did. And look at us now."

He used his now ungloved hand to grab hold of hers and bring it to his lips for a gentlemanly peck.

"So you really don't care about my leg?"

"Nah, makes me love you more."

"John?"

"Yah babe?"

"You realise that is the first time you've said that to me?"

"What?"

She looked at him waiting for him to connect the dots.

"........I said the L word?"

"You did."

"...No I didn't"

"I heard you"

"...I take it back"

"John Dory-"

"-Nononoono, nope it didn't happen." he covered his ears.

"John!"

"Nopenopenope, didn't happen!"

"I love you too, you moron!"

He stopped and uncovered his ears.

He smirked as he ran over and scooped her up bridal style.

"Leg, shmleg! What is so wrong with you that you somehow love me back?"

Sable could only laugh as he pulled her close.

Yeah

Leg shmleg

There is also an NSFW reason she was hesitant to tell him if anyone wants to know 😏

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rinsuniverse · 11 months

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okay okay wait woozi requests. woozi who originally sleeps in different rooms when youre dating but one day you have a nightmare and all you want is to cuddle him..

nightmares with woozi! ✧˖°.

"goodnight, jihoon," you say, smiling at him as he leaves

"night, y/n," he replies before shutting your bedroom door. "sleep well."

you both just watched a scary action movie that jihoon was interested in, and to be honest, you were still on-edge about it

it was a good movie, don't get me wrong, but it was quite scary, and it made you jump on multiple occasions

jihoon would laugh at you every time you did jump, but he did put his arm around your shoulders after a bit to calm you down

and now he's gone, leaving you in your room alone with your afterthoughts from the movie

of course, he isn't far away. he's in the bedroom right next to yours, where he usually sleeps

you both decided on that decision since (1) you both enjoyed your privacy, and (2) you were still somewhat newly dating

he works really late into the night, too, so instead of disturbing you while you sleep, it was best in hindsight for him to have his own room in the house

but tonight was different

you laid in the silence of your room, buried under the covers, staring into the darkness

you couldn't help but think, since the movie was based on real-life events, that maybe it could happen to you

you fall asleep but are met immediately by a nightmare! you jolt awake, breathing heavily

after a while of you trying to go back to sleep and debating on what to do, you finally cave and text jihoon

you: hey, are you still awake?

he replies right away

jihoon: yup, about to go to sleep tho

jihoon: you okay?

you: i can't sleep

jihoon: was the movie too scary? hehe

you: no! i just can't sleep >:(

jihoon: come here for a bit

you get out of bed, walking out of the room swiftly to avoid the darkness into jihoon's room where his monitors were still shining brightly

"i can play some music for you to relax to before you go back to bed," he says, scrolling through his playlists

you had a different idea, though

"jihoon, can i just... stay here tonight?"

the idea didn't even cross his mind, to be honest

"like, sleep together?"

"like next to each other, yes," you counter carefully

he debates and finally responds with, "i mean, i guess. why not? we're dating."

he plays some music on his speakers before laying down in his bed

you follow and lay down on the other side of the bed

you're both just awkwardly laying next to each other, staring at the ceiling

"what do you want me to do now?" he asks, shifting awkwardly

"nothing, this is good," you say, getting comfortable. "goodnight."

"goodnight."

and you fall asleep again, only to be met with another nightmare!

you jolt awake in a cold sweat, trying to catch your breath

jihoon jolts up, too, reaching towards you to check if you're okay

"hey, hey, it's alright, you're okay. what happened?" he asks, turning on a lamp

"another nightmare..," you say, sighing

"you should've told me to stop the movie if it was too scary"

"it was a good movie, though"

"really?"

"can we cuddle?"

"what?"

"i'm really scared... if that happened to me, i don't know what i would do... how would i protect myself?"

he shakes his head, a small grin on his face

"come here, dummy," he says, opening his arms

you move into his arms, one arm under your neck, and the other wrapped around your body

"is this better? i'll protect you like this," he says, mainly as a joke

you laugh, shyly snuggling into him. "thank you, ji"

he hums. "you're lucky i love you," he says.

"i am"

and you sleep well for the rest of the night in his embrace ♡

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sl33paholics · 5 months

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Her Tender Touch

Gina Paulklee x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): strap on usage, oral (eating out), teasing, bounding, drunk sex, praise kink

I am so fucking sorry for taking DAYS to post something but GOSH! School had me in a chokehold and I lost motivation for a while but I'm HERE 🗣‼️

The sound of light rain hitting the windows was washed out by the chatter and noise from the bar around her. The loud music was blasting from speakers, and a few of the guys at the tables had gotten into it by now. "The usual?" asked a bartender, who had come over to take their drink orders. It was Friday night. (Y/N)'s favorite day of the week.

"Yes, please," you said, giving him a smile that he returned before walking back behind the bar. You leaned against the counter watching the scene around you as people came in and went out, your attention going towards outside the window before the bartender reappeared and handed you a tall glass filled with yellow creamy liquid that he had just poured for the other customers. He smiled again, "Enjoy."

"Piña Colada, how typical." You'd turn your attention to a tall, short hair, blonde woman huffing a cigarette with a short glass of Mai Tai in front of her. "Gina..." She turned to look at you, taking another drag off her cigarette before glancing away again. "Gina, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, or, at all really.'' You took a sip of your own drink and tried not to grimace at its bitterness. You'd always hated pineapple on ice, even though you loved the taste.

It was too fruity and sugary for you. "What brings you here?" You'd asked the woman as she took a sip. Gina shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something about the way she held herself that made you think that maybe there was more than she let on. She glanced around before looking back at you with a soft smile that somehow made her eyes look even brighter than normal. Were you seeing things? "I haven't seen you in...forever, fifteen years?" Gina shook her head, letting out a bitter chuckle. "But then again, why should we stumble across each other when we're both stuck living our miserable lives, huh?" Gina downed her drink in one gulp. "Let's get out of here. I don't feel like being cooped up in this god forsaken place any longer. Drinks at my place." The woman would stand up heading towards the door, watching her walk outside. You quickly paid for both of your drinks before rushing out as you mindlessly trailed behind her.

The walk was quiet. It was so different from the last time you saw Gina, what felt like forever ago. But you still weren’t used to her presence. Not in the same way you had been accustomed to it all those years ago when she was just a friend. Back then, it had been comforting having her close to you. Back then, her company seemed almost necessary to have. Her presence alone could make your life much easier. Now she was just some stranger. One whom you didn’t know anything about. And yet…you couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

The two of you made it to her place. The silence was killing you as you followed her to her spacey room. She grabbed a bottle of Cognac from her dresser and began pouring into two shot glasses. “You want some?” She looked up at you as she sat down on the edge of her bed, watching you nod slowly. Her eyes softened, making you wonder if you had imagined it when she smiled faintly at you, “How have you been?” You sighed quietly, slightly fidgetting in your spot. “Well... I'm meeting you after years of no contact, so I guess you can say I'm..kinda scared but excited.” Gina nodded at you in understanding. “And you've got to be pretty fucking terrified of me if you're here, don't you?” She laughed softly. You could sense an undercurrent of bitterness in her voice, but you didn't want to ask for clarification. Gina ploped next to you with the bottle in her hand, her gaze never leaving yours. “Now, no need to be a sad sack, (Y/N), we'll talk over this with drinks, yes?" You nodded numbly, and Gina passed you a shot glass.

You don't remember what had happened between the two of you after drinking those shots of Cognac. All you remembered is your clothes were on the floor and your wrists being tied up to the bed frame, your body raiding the heat you felt from the liquor. Your breathing was heavy as you felt Gina's hands gripping onto your thighs. Her sensual kisses up and down your inner thighs made you shudder. Gina's thumb rubbing your clit in a circle motioned for you to arch your back as she licked her lips. You moaned slightly, feeling your pussy dripping hot wetness on the bedsheets. Removing her thumb and replacing it with her mouth, she gently kissed your clit , making you groan as you felt her tongue flicking at your folds. You whimpered as she lapped at your clit having her tongue roll it around counter-clockwise in circles until you couldn't handle anymore. You were so close. You needed her. You wanted her. You needed to be fucked.

Your mind was in a haze. You weren't sure what was real and what wasn't. But one thing you knew for certain was that Gina Paulklee was going to be the death of you. “Gina, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your legs involuntarily tensing. Gina stopped her sucking and pulled away from you, “Not quite yet, love,” she grinned at you, leaning forward, “but soon~” she whispered seductively as she kissed your lips lightly. You watched her walk away to her closet to grab some things, a dazed smile on your face. Gina had never called you 'love', you hadn't expected that, but hearing her call you that made you feel warm inside. You wondered how long you'd have to wait before you could finally feel her again, staring at the ceiling as you watched the room spin slowly around you.

You felt her hands grip your cheeks to turn your face to meet hers, and her lips met yours. Gina kissed you hungrily, her lips were swollen, red, and everything about her made you want to break free from the rope even more. Gina bit your lip hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered in pleasure, feeling your arousal growing with every passing second. Gina pulled away from you, panting. You stared at her, unable to speak, your thoughts racing as you processed everything happening around you.

Gina then climbed on top of you, seeing the size of the strap that was rubbing against your pussy as she smirked, “Do you like this?” She whispered huskily, running her hands along your sides before cupping your ass and pulling your hips towards her, pressing it against herself. "You like the jock harness? You like this? Let me show you how nice and easy it will be once I'm inside of you…" Gina lifted your leg up, forcing it around her waist so she was seated right at the opening. The light-haired blonde woman slowly pushed the tip inside of you , pushing her hips back as you bucked into her.

"Fuck… Gina, please -" You moaned, the familiar warmth pooling in the center of your stomach. "Oh, baby girl, you're mine, aren't you?"

(Y/N) panted heavily, the sheets underneath them damp and tangled with her sweat. You watched as Gina helped you adjust, leaning over to kiss down your chest before resting her chin on your shoulder, "So beautiful... So sexy... keep making those noises, I love your voice." She began to lick and suck on your skin, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.

Gina thrusted against you causing you to gasp loudly, "Fucking Christ!"

"So good," she purred against your skin. She pressed her breasts against you. You clenched your jaw. "Yes Gina…" You felt her nipples pressing into your chest. "Please."

Surprisingly, she was gentle with you. Considering you're not a virgin and had experience with women, you weren't exactly prepared for such gentleness. You thought she would be rough, but you enjoyed her touch, her lips against your skin, her finger teasing your clit. "Who's my beautiful woman? Mhm~ such a fantastic body..." The only problem was you couldn't seem to stop yourself from moaning as she continued to thrust.

Her movements were beginning to get sloppy, and you could hear the sounds of her breathing quickening. Gina shifted her position on top of you, causing you to moan louder when she pushed herself completely inside of you. "Take it all, baby. I know you can, just like that." A deep guttural sound left your throat as Gina began moving faster and harder against you, thrusting against you with increasing speed.

"Come for me...come for me baby.." You were getting closer to the brink of coming, and it wasn't long before your entire body felt electrified and your mind was blank. "You were incredible," Gina panted, moving her lips up and down your neck, trailing her teeth there. “God..you drive me crazy, you know that?” She growled. “I know.” You replied quietly, watching her undo the rope from your wrists.

Feeling too weak to move, you just laid there looking up at the ceiling and waiting for your heartbeat to come back to normal, which it did a moment later. As the fog in your head cleared, you realized how much time spent just dozing off. "Gina?" (Y/N) looked around the darkened bedroom, finding nothing but darkness. You could barely see her figure laying right next to you. "Go back to sleep." You felt her arms wrapping themselves around your torso, her cheek on your arm.

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ewanmitchelll · 1 year

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“Check yes, Y/N...” (V)

Imagine you are the youngest daughter of Lord Stark and Aemond Targaryen falls in love with you right before civil war starts. What then?

Warnings: (explicit) smut/drama/fluff.

***

Flying Vhagar amidst the great escape makes your mind go blank. To mount such a legendary beast makes you feel fearless. And as Aemond is right behind you, ensuring you are safe and feel so in his arms, there is a new sensation rarely experimented: you feel alive.

And as he whispers something in your ear, the way his arms are locked around you and how he speaks to you in such a tone makes you wet. What a time to feel aroused. You turn your head, giving your prince a look.

“Would you please behave?”

Aemond laughs quietly.

“What am I doing, wife?” He asks you, pride stamped in his face when seeing you blush at how he addresses you.

“You know well… And why’d you call me so when you didn’t propose me?” You narrow your eyes, at the same time you grip his hands tightly so.

Aemond finds adorable how you hold onto him. He smiles before leaning closer to you, whispering:

“I am proposing now”, and just to reinforce the drama he flies quite high with Vhagar and then too low which only makes you scream, earning him chuckles.

"Aemond!", you gasp, eyes going wide. "What if I fall?!"

"Oh darling, what if you fly?", to prove his point he leaves the reins in your hands, but you panic and make him in control again.

"Not funny, Aemond!", you exclaim. "Wait... Where are you taking me to?"

"We are heading to Citadel. We are marrying there before flying to east. I will leave you safe and well guarded, it's all you need to know now. Save the questions for later, little wolf", says he, pressing his lips against your cheek.

Your head is spinning with questions and puzzles you cannot gather. What you understand is that right now Aemond is taking you to Citadel, which responds to House Hightower. Despite the evident links, all you think about is how this is a safe spot for your getaway.

Once Vhagar is well looked after, Aemond takes you with him to a building where you will soon be told is where marriages usually happen officially—recorded by a meister as an official witness.

“Wait for me here whilst I’ll arrange the details”, he winks at you.

It’s still dark and there is a mix of excitement and fear in you. As you realize you ran away with your beloved prince, you pray the consequences will not be too harsh. Still bearing in mind the promise Aemond made you that day, you do not have any doubts he will fulfill it.

But why does this not scare you? Because you love him. He takes you as you are, he sees you, he hears your needs without waiting for them to reach your tongue. It’s enough for you. That he gives you liberty, though love is above all mundane desires.

Such are your thoughts when Aemond returns in fast pace with an two male behind his heels. One is older and possesses a large, gold necklace dropping over his shoulders and chest: his hair is grey and there are wrinkles around his face; by the looks of it, you think he’s not very pleased to be awaked in the middle of the night. Despite the gold necklace, he wears a simple nightgown.

But by his side there is a much younger male whose eyes are full of life and inexperience: yet, they are colored the same shade that paint Aemond’s. His short silver hair and large shoulders indicate this is a Targaryen. You think him to be his younger brother and your guesses are about to be proven correctly.

“Lady Y/N, this is my younger brother, Prince Daeron. He was sent to Citadel in order to become a meister”, Aemond explains.

You curtsy lightly as the younger prince casts you a curious glance.

“So you are the reason why the Seven Kingdoms might wage war amongst themselves”, says he rather cordially.

You flush.

“My lord, I do not mean to…”

“If we are to get in war, brother, it’s because of Rhaenyra, not Y/N Stark”, Aemond rolls his eyes.

“That is also true. I understand Aegon was not acknowledged as heir to our father during his lifetime, but who am I to say anything at all?”, prince Daeron holds up his hands in feigned innocence. “Welcome to our family, by the way, lady Stark. In another circumstances, this would be great cause to celebrate.”

You flash him a gentle smile, although disconcerted by how it’s all going. You push Aemond’s sleeve and make him look at you.

“If this results in a war, we…”

“Don’t listen to Daeron. He doesn’t know what to say”, he leans to kiss your lips. “I never thought I’d want to be married to someone and here we are.”

You blush deeply at his words.

“A dragon and a wolf”, it’s Prince Daeron who says as the septon prepares the ceremony. “Who’d have known that coming?”

“The wilderness within me finds home in yours”, so whispers Aemond passionately. “There’ll be a song of this. A song of ice and fire.”

You smile warmly at him, not seeing Daeron rolling his eyes at what he hears. Your heart skips a beat as he leads you to the altar.

Still dressed in your northern robes, it seems most appropriate to use them as the older man conducts the religious ceremony. Your hand is now on top of his and a white piece of silk unites you both as vows are professed. Though it’s all in the manner of South, when he locks hands and eyes with you, it doesn’t feel so different as you’d expect.

Aemond smiles in secrecy when looking at you, his heart racing loud and he fears you might even hear it. The silver haired prince barely waits to the end when they are lawfully acknowledged as husband and wife before he takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately.

“You are no longer a Stark”, says he, pleased to see you smiling widely. “You are a Targaryen now, my wife.”

“As I said before”, Daeron intrudes, “welcome to the family, Lady Y/N. We are lousy, noisy and complicated, but you will do just fine.”

You smile pleasantly, your heart now pounding against your chest.

“Why thank you, my lord. I’ll give my best to please all.”

Aemond holds your face gently when saying:

“There is little need to please others, my dove, but me. And you please me very much.”

You giggle as you melt in his arms.

***

Aemond takes you to his privy chambers inside the royal apartments used by members of the House Hightower whenever they visit Citadel for some reason.

You follow him, inexperience guiding your steps despite knowing what’s to come—it was for the life of being a nobleman’s wife you’ve been prepared for it all your life. But your now husband is patient and every consequence of your eloping is not thought nor considered now.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N”, Aemond sighs when pulling you gently into his arm as he kisses you slowly and deeply.

“Oh husband. You deserve such praise not I”, you too sigh in content as your eyes close and you merge yourself into the physical contact a simple kiss ignites.

As his tongue pairs with yours in synchrony, you dwell into his caressing as you gently cup his face, thumbs stretching from his cheeks to his hair, tangling your fingers with his silver locks before resting them over his shoulders.

What starts slowly now quickens in its pace and you feel Aemond’s hunger grow—as a result, the way he pursuits you starts to ignite a warm within you, one of the kind that dissipates every cold there had been with you since you left Winterfell.

As the prince parts the kiss and moves his lips to your jawline, slipping to your neck, you throw your head at your side, impatient in disclosing desires unseen and unfelt until now. It’s this warmth that burns in particular places and makes you sigh out loud.

Aemond smirks at each sound that escapes your mouth, almost imperceptibly to his ear. But he is attentive to details, he knows how and why your body is reacting.

And right now his fingers start to unlace your heavy gown. Curiously, Aemond is patient, aware that he must take his time in not frightening the wolf that has been tamed. Yet too great to hold back is his fire: his tongue is already paving the way to denude you, fingers desperately craving your skin from the moment he almost tears your silk apart.

“My prince!”, you exclaim, giggling softly when noticing you are not the only impatient. “This is my only gown, please, be careful.”

He raises his face to meet your mischievous eyes and chuckles softly. Aemond presses a soft kiss against your cheek, pleased to make you beam as he says in his usual husky composed voice:

“I promise I will try to behave, my lady wife. In either case, you will be provided more gowns. Who do you think you are, a nobody’s wife?”, he smirks arrogantly at you.

You giggle softly at his words, leaning to respond him with a kiss as your hands begin to get more confident and start to remove his shirt. When you do, the lust in your eyes when seeing him undressed from his waist above makes Aemond rigid in his pants. And your curiosity is just too much for you.

“My darling…”, you plant kisses in his neck, doing the same he’s been doing to you. “You are so gorgeous. I have no words to tell you how handsome you are. And yet you choose me to be your consort”.

Aemond throws his head back as you kiss him, letting you play with him. The prince shivers when your hands reach his manhood and he growls under his breath as you unlace his pants.

“I am transfixed by you, my lady”, he whispers in a groan, and his moan makes you aroused enough to have Aemond a glimpse of your hardened nipples. “My goddess, I am devoted to you”.

And just like this, his gentleness is left behind. Your husband now presses you against the wall, finally tossing away your gown. His lips are all over you now, leaving bruises around your neck—as if he needed to leave his mark— before taking each breast with his hungry mouth.

To feel his tongue twirl around your nipple makes you go mad. You try to find support against the wall—and Gods be damned, he has the control of you, literally—, but your hands are now buried in his hair.

“Oh Aemond!”, you cry out as he looks up at you, with such an indecent look that you find yourself dripping.

And to release that pressure he knows you feel, one hand lift your thigh all the whilst parting the other and using the free one to insert one finger and then two.

How you cry out his name again and again drives your prince insane. It’s too much for him to bear, although he does manage to hold back…specially when he lies you down on his bed and makes unspeakable things to you.

You want to please him in return, though, but the dragon is not letting the wolf to leave unpunished. He is strong and so domineering, and Aemond gives you a wicked grin when seeing how easily you subdue to him, how silently you plead for him to thrust you.

Eventually, he does. Aemond is gentle at first, matching his hips with yours as he slides inside of you so he does not hurt you. In every inch of his gesture, he is possessive—and you like it, you like to belong to him.

Because you are exactly like him in the matters of love. You are selfish, you are intense, you are far from being shy in how you love. In how eager you pursuit the purity of this sentiment.

“I love you”, Aemond whispers amidst moans when moving with you, locking bodies as if you move as one. “I love you, my little lady.”

“Oh my prince”, you hold against him, moaning softly, enjoying the mix sensations of pleasure and pain. “I love you. I love you to the stars and beyond. You are mine.”

As he lifts his face in search for yours, as you meet his gaze, one smiles for the other. Because you know.

You know this is simply how you are meant to be. Together as one.

***

The offense caused by Prince Aemond Targaryen against the honor of Lord Stark had consequences that nearly brought the govern of Aegon II to a catastrophic end before even started. Although later the chroniclers of his days would lay the blame on Princess Rhaenyra, not even Queen Alicent could fail to see that Aemond and Y/N’s eloping anticipated the civil war that the Green Council sought to prevent.

And even though Lord Jacaerys Velaryon married Lady Sara Snow, Lord Stark took the opportunity of Aegon’s usurpation to reclaim his daughter. Although Aegon said this was none of his concern, the Dowager Queen begged for Aemond to return.

In the meantime the seven kingdoms are bleeding, you and Aemond are nowhere to be seen, living life as one.

“I want you with me for eternity”, you mewl under his touch, messing with his hair as he works wonderfulness with his tongue right where you want him to be.

He is all yours to command—when he is not in charge of you. Bossy he may be, but Aemond’s sensitive soul is a side of him you loved to find out.

But as he pleases you, all you can think about is how devoted he is to you, how loving the prince is with you.

“Oh Aemond!” and just like that you sing his name, making him rise to take your body under his control and move together with you.

“Yes, lady Y/Nickname?”, he moans hotly in your name, smirking as you shiver. “Is it good for my lady wife?”

He pins your hands above your head, kissing your lips fervently, impeding you to move over, which makes him grin.

“Oh my little wolf… Right where your dragon wants you to be. Tamed”, he smirks devilishly as he pushes right into you. “And mine alone.”

With words as these, how could you not come undone? And somehow you know…you just know that the seed he gives you will plant something in you. The mere idea makes you smile happily.

“What are you smiling for, my dove?”

“You, my sweet”, you tangle your body with his, peppering his face with kisses, especially over his sapphire eye. “You brought me freedom, you make me feel heard and seen. You take me as I am.”

“This is how I feel when I’m with you too. No woman brought me this peace. Often raised in chaos, I’ve known no serenity until I’ve met you. Who could’ve foreseen we’d tame each other?”

Aemond nuzzles his nose against your neck, burying his face in your shoulder as you cuddle together.

No scars of dysfunctional families could tear you apart. No former flames could intervene in an union lawful and legit. But how long is the domestic peace destined to last?

You are about to drift to sleep when, unbeknownst to you, civil war comes to your door with only a knock.

***

The war.

Men wage wars in the pursuit of glory, seeking to write their names in papers so their names survive the cruelty of time, which ceases their existance--but not in the memory of mankind.

As Aemond fights for Aegon, moved by a somewhat twisted sense of honor, leaving behind a path of fire and blood, you have your own battle to fight.

What is not sang, nor remembered by bards and chroniclers, is the other battlefield only women are forced to fight. It requires physical strenght and their only protection is their faith--and the ability of the midwives.

When Aemond parted to defend his brother's crown against Rhaenyra's claim, neither he or you were aware that a child would be born in such circumnstances. By then, you were living somewhere in Citadel underneath the discreet protection of his brother, Prince Daeron, who, however, was soon obliged to join it--so he left good and honorable men to guard you.

Though relations between House Targaryen and House Stark were strained due to your elope, you managed to convince your father and your brother by letters that Jacaerys and Sara were a far better match than you and him ever would be.

But even though you are married to the enemy--a situation your mother eventually forced to accept even though she disapproved and refused so far to visit you (although the most reasonable explanation is that she doesn't know where you are because you didn't tell her for her safety and Westeros is at civil war)--your house is still bound to Rhaenyra's side. You, on the other hand, do not care about either side as long as your husband comes back to you.

However, here you are... Prepared to face your own trials. You do not wish to send a message to your husband until the child is safely delivered.

"Lady Y/N, are you ready?"

In truth, as your waters broke and you lie down, surrounded by good women, there to help you, you are scared as hell. Never before you feel so alone, wishing for your husband.

You cherish his kisses, his warm embraces, the moon light rides on Vhagar, his husky voice, his laughter... Or when he holds you possessively, suddenly turned into a poet with secrecy vows spoken at every night.

But it's been six months and you haven't received any news at all. You start to worry. You ask for someone to message him, instructing you are about to get in labor. You don't wait anymore.

However, your heart is now pounding against your chest and you weep violently. You feel fragile, nothing but a relatively young lass (you are no more than ten and ten springs) in an experience so terrifying.

"No need to weep, my lady. Everything will be fine. I'm sure it will end well", the midwive H/N H/LN assures you.

You still sob, though.

"Where is he? AEMOND!", you cry out loudly.

And that is how the battle begins.

***

Aemond is about to chase after Prince Daemon, his uncle and bitter enemy, when a letter gets to him. The fury that has been within and has finally been released is softned the moment he reads its content. He pales at once.

"What is it, my Prince?", Ser Criston Cole asks him. "You don't look well."

"My wife. She's in labor. I didnt even know..." He swallows. "The labor has not been going well."

He pauses for a moment as if to consider his options. Before Ser Criston reminds him to be mindful of his duties, Aemond has made up his mind.

"Fuck this. I am not losing my lady."

Just like the unpredictable prince he is, Aemond turns around, mounts Vhagar and flies after you.

"Luck for us we are winning this shit", grumbles Cole.

***

"Push harder, Lady Targaryen. You can do it! I can see the head."

So you are told. A puddle of sweat makes unbearable the nightgown you dress. To worse matters, you are bleeding and there is an unbearable pain.

What in seven hells is going on?

You start to cry again.

“Please, make it stop! It hurts!”

“One push, my lady. It is all that it takes”.

It’s been twelve hours and, as each hour goes by, the pains get worse. You yell, giving the best of yourself. Until eventually you hear the sound of a cry.

You feel dizzy and exhausted. You also feel slightly cold and your body shakes. Even so, you try to keep your eyes open and ask:

“Is the baby… Is the baby well?”

“He is, my lady. You give birth to a strong and healthy baby boy”, so you are told.

Your tears are now of happiness. You filled your duty, the one you were raised to. But you are too weak to ask for him. You want to give a Stark name. Cregan, perhaps, in honor of your brother dear.

“My lady… There is another one coming out”, you are told. “Keep your eyes open, lady! Please one more push!”

Your eyes go slightly wide.

“W-What? Another one? I cannot do it!”

“Yes, lady! You can! One more push!”

And here you are, delivering twins. But just as soon as you are pushing the other one, you don’t see Aemond rushing to your quarters, pushing away anyone who is standing in his way.

“Lord!”, the midwife tells him. “Your wife delivered a healthy baby boy. Congratulations.”

“I appreciate it. But I need to know if my wife is well.”

“It’s been a difficult labor, lord. But she is…”

“The lady has passed out!”

Aemond quickly runs to your side, unaware that a baby girl is crying very loud. You, however, are unconscious, taken by some strange fever.

“Save her!”, he demands angrily. “Save her now!”

As he holds you in his arms, he weeps uncontrollably, detesting this fucking war and how it kept him far from you. The possibility of losing you makes him rethink his priorities.

“Wake up, Y/Nickname”, he whispers. “Come back for me, come back for our family.”

***

He is right there the moment you start to move again, opening your eyes and feeling yourself clean and renewed in body and soul.

“My prince”, you smile widely when seeing him at your side, clung onto you the way you like him to. “You are here. Is the war over?”

Aemond lifts his head from your chest and smiles back at you when seeing the joy in your eyes for seeing you again.

“I don’t fucking care. You are alive and well, my wife. I’ll always come back to you”, he pulls your face with his hands and kisses you.

It’s a long kiss, where a tongue salutes the other with a passionate greeting. To miss each other sets each soul alight.

“I love you”, he whispers.

“I love you too.” It’s when you come suddenly at your senses. “Oh my gods. Where are the children?”

You carefully move Aemond aside, who raises his eyebrows as you leave bed in a rush after your children. As far as you remember, you did give birth to twins, didn’t you?

“My sweet love, would you please calm yourself? They are sleeping. Come here”, he goes after you and does not need much to impede you to leave your quarters. “They are well. It’s you who should rest. Besides, I took the liberty to name them Aegon and Visenya.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“You named the children without consulting me? I was planning to name them Cregan and Lyanna.”

Aemond side smirks at you, nuzzling against your neck.

“These are far too northern names, my dove. And our children are Targaryen, although darling Visenya was born with dark hair and dark eyes”, he muses thoughtfully.

“Really?!”, you beam. “Oh, how fortunate then that they have something Stark in them!”

“Of course they have”, Aemond scoffs at you. “They are your children too.”

You giggle as you settle in his arms.

“Did I tell you how much you mean to me?”, you cast him a puppy gaze that makes Aemond soft to you. He makes you chuckle by planting tons of kisses around your face.

“You are my stars and moon. To you I will fight the entire universe so I gravitate to you”, he smiles widely when seeing you mewl as a result of such poetic and meaningful words.

“And you are my sun. Without you by my side I can’t shine brighter. I could never.”

Just like that, he pulls you against him one more time and seals the intimate votes with another passionate kiss.

***

Epilogue. ~Many years later~

“You are too quiet for you own sake”, muses Jaehaerys. “Is it your Stark temper? I cannot see otherwise. Can’t remember seeing a silent Targaryen.”

Visenya rolls her eyes as she occupies herself with sewing.

“Would you please stop bothering me, Jaehaerys? Don’t you have anything else to do?”

The next heir to the Iron Throne laughs quietly.

“No. I do not. Bothering you is the best thing I could do.”

“Just admit your feelings for her already”, so Aegon says as he passes by with princess Jaehaera by his side.

The two of them go instantly red. Not too far from where the small group is, the dowager Queen Alicent Hightower is beaming delightedly.

“Oh my grandchildren! I cannot believe it! Look at them all! Look at how grown they are!”

“And there’ll be more to come!”, Queen Helaena smiles in singing voice. “I am carrying my fourth child and, how curious!, so is my dear sister Y/N.��

You giggle softly, eyes glued on the group of teens as you keep your younger child, a girl named Alysanne, by your side.

“How do you know these things, dearest Laena? Do you have the dreams?”

“I do, yes”, she tells you with her sweet nature that has long captivated you and made you two the best of friends. “And do you know what else I see? Another pair of ancient kings coming back. Aegon and Visenya.”

You cast a look at Aemond, who is not too far from the women of his life. Curiously enough, the king his brother is there too, as well as Daeron.

“Helaena, my darling. Visenya is too young to get married.”

“She is almost ten and four”, reminds him king Aegon. “I was already married to Laena by her age.”

Aemond punches his brother in his arm.

“Shut up.”

“He is jealous, Your Grace. Please excuse him.”

The group chuckles, and even Aemond side smirks before casting a protective look to his dear child. Visenya does resemble him in some aspects, although she reminds him far more of you due to her introspective and sweet nature.

Aegon, however, has his cheek side which at times gets Aemond very concerned—though you often tell him that your son has the wolf temper, which you proudly passed him, much to your husband’s consternation (“You didn’t think you would be the only temperamental here, did you”?, you said in one occasion, bringing your mother-in-law to laughters).

Ever since the war ended with the victory of the Greens, you’ve been in peace. Your family didn’t suffer any retaliation for fighting for Rhaenyra’s side.

But whatever happened to Daemon Targaryen and his offspring after her death? There had been whispers from the East that he’s been preparing his son, Aegon, to reclaim the throne. But so far, such whispers have nothing concrete to worry you.

Yet, what you and Aemond don’t know is that Visenya has the same gift as Helaena and another from the Starks… But this will only be found out years to come. The queen herself chooses not to say anything… for complicated events await.

Or not.

Who knows?

Future is yet to be written and so far, peace is all that matters.

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mariesocuniverse · 2 months

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Fan

Mae runs into another idol when walking around Japan

A/N: Remembered this drafted existed and wanted to finish and post lmao

Mae walked with a pep in her step. Yuta and Mae were walking back to their hotel after their mini tour around Tokyo. Considering that Mae had never been to Japan before, Yuta wanted to take her around the city.

“Ahhh that was so fun.” Mae said stretching. They walked around the whole day so Mae was feeling a little tired from their adventure.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked for a piggy back ride yet.” Yuta said amused, walking beside her.

“I’m not that tired but if you’re offering...”

“The opportunity has passed but next time.”

Mae pouted but pressed on. As she walked, she felt entranced by all the lights surrounding her.

Pictures could never compare when you see and walk around the whole thing. She was so distracted she didn’t even notice the person in front of her until she bumped into them.

“I’m sorry!” Mae said, quickly apologizing to whoever she bumped into. She heard the boy start to apologize but slowly came to a stop when she lifted her head up.

Looking at him closely, the first thing she noticed was his short blond hair and his emerald green eyes. The second thing she noticed was the starstuck look in his eyes. Noticing Yuta beside her, his eyes got widered.

Fans usually had the same expression when they noticed one of them. Not that she minded, as long they were respectful of their boundaries.

“Ah, you’re NCT.” He stuttered out. It was actually really cute how starry-eyed he was.

“Guilty as charged.” Mae said, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. Strange enough, Mae felt like she he recognized her from somewhere.

Narrowing her eyes, she tried to rack her brain to remember who he was. The boy drew back noticing her gaze.

“Uh, did I do something wrong?”

“Aha!” Mae exclaimed, as a lightbulb lit up in her head. “You’re ALKALOID’s Aira Shiratori, right?”

“You know who I am?” Aira said in disbelief, wondering how someone like Mae would know someone like him.

“Ah, he was one of the members of that band you couldn’t stop blasting the music too.” Yuta said amused.

“Exactly! I loved listening to you guys sing Kiss of Life!” Mae said, grabbing his hands on instinct. In her excitement, she barely noticed that that the boy froze or the fact that she was speaking Korean.

“Miyoung I think you’re scaring him.” Yuta said, pulling her back from the poor boy. He wasn’t even speaking coherent sentences, more like broken words. He swore he heard a “I don’t understand Korean” among it.

“Ah sorry!” Mae said, letting Aira’s hands go, prompting him to move again. “I guess I was a little too excited.”

“It’s fine, I was just a little surprised.” Aira said, a little dazed at the encounter. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

Mae checked her watch and her eyes widened. Her and Yuta were supposed to be back at the hotel room soon.

“Ah! We have to get back to the hotel soon, but is it okay if we could take a photo real quick?”

“You want to take a picture with me?!?”

“Of course!!!”

After a stuttered “Yes,” the group shuffled to the side to take a quick photo on both of their phones. Aira wanted to speak more, but a call from his name distracted him.

“Thank you and I hope to see you again! ALKALOID Fighting!”

Aira could only watch as the two watch away waving before disappearing in the crowd. He didn’t even realize he standing in the same spot until his red-haired friend went beside him.

Bonus:

“Ahhhhhh! I can’t believe what happened!!!” Aira exclaimed. “I never want to wash these hands ever again!!”

“Isn’t that unsanitary?” Hiiro said confused. He just wanted to find his friend after he wandered off. “Who was that anyways?”

“This is why you need to learn more about idols!!!”

#nct 127 female member #nct 127 female addition #nct oc #kpop female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #nct female addition

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justxrandomxlivia · 1 year

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Are you lost? - König x gn!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: None, a short fluff story where you help König to find soap.

word count: 1819

“I should have put the bigger coat on.” Complaining to myself, while I’m rushing through the park to catch the bus home. It’s a great shortcut and not so windy, due to the big trees. Even though, the trees don’t carry any leaves anymore, only a few layers of fresh snow. It’s mid-February and immense windy today. The weather forecast predicted a snow storm later that day, means I have to get home, before no bus will drive anymore.

I grip my backpack a little tighter, as I walk faster. If I don’t catch the bus, I have to wait 30 minutes and hope that the snow storm won’t come before that. Looking straight towards the end of the park, I can barely see anything around me. There not many people here today anyway. I walk past a couple of people, some with dogs, some with four layers of clothes and even a few with kids. It’s usually more crowded. Only 300 meters left and I made it to the station, it would be typically for me, if something would happen now.

And of course, just as I expected, my scarf let go of my neck and flew away, behind me. I have only throw the scarf around my neck once, cause I had to get out of the University as quick as possible. I stopped and looked back, seeing how the scarf makes it’s way up to the sky. I never catch it up there, as I follow my scarf the way back where I came from, I see how a very tall man just reached up a little bit and gripped the scarf with ease. He must be around two meters tall. He is huge! I ran to the man and he handed me the scarf over.

“Thank you so much. You are a lifesaver.” I said half out of breath. He didn’t say anything. Only nod and hid his face deeper in his own scarf. I took my scarf and thanked him once again, before I turned around and started running. This has stolen me a lot of time, now I need to hurry. Eventually I reached the street and the bus station, when my heart scattered in a million pieces. The bus, I had to take, just turned the corner and was gone. I was a second too late. “Ah Shit!” I swear louder than I wanted. Now I had to wait. As I checked the bus plan, I swear, I wanted to bury myself. A big sign at the bus station said: ‘Last bus leaves 3:45pm. No more traffic due to snowstorm.’

It's 3:48pm. I missed the last bus for today. Face palming myself, I just set down at the bench and buried my face in my hands. This is the worst day of my life. Well, at least of this week. Guess I have to walk home then. It takes me over 45 minutes to walk home, but I can’t afford a taxi. There was so much to repair lately at my house, that I’m more than broke now. And as University teacher of advanced science, you don’t earn a golden donkey.

I got up from the bench and fixed my scarf properly, then I looked at the café across the street. I’m going to get a coffee and then I will walk home. Snowstorm or not. I can do it, I grew up on the countryside, there was way worse weather than here. After waiting for green light, I crossed the street and walk towards the coffee shop. Hm, there is this very tall man again. He is standing outside at the coffee shop, looking at his phone and checking the streets all the time. He seems nervous. Maybe I should ask if he got lost.

“Ehm, Hello sir” I said while approaching him from the side, he suddenly winced at looked at me frightened. I must have startled him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to scare you. I wanted to ask if you got lost. Because, you seem lost.” As before, he did not say a single word. He just looked at me, then looked away, then looked at me, then looked at his phone. He must be terrified by me. I should better leave him alone then. “Ehm, okay, I’m sorry to bother you. Have a great day.” I said, then making my way to the coffee shop

“No wait. I – I am. Y-yes. I-I am lost.” He stuttered as I turned around again. He is so tall and looks very strong. I’m sure he could take down a wrestler with an ease, but he sounds so scared. I smiled at him to show him that I mean no harm. “Alright. I can help you. Where do you need to go?” I asked and walked a step closer to him. He backed off a step. Bad idea of me, I guess.

Then he showed me his phone. Reading the message of someone named ‘Soap’, it says he needs to meet the person at the west side park. This park here is the east side. He is on the wrong side of the city. Oh boy. But who calls someone soap? Not my business!

“Alright, yeah. West side park is on the other side of the city. This there, is the east side. They don’t have signs for it, so you must guess. But there is no bus going anymore today, so you can either call for a taxi and tell them west side park, or you walk.” I smiled at him again and gave him his phone back. He let out a deep sigh. He must have been wandering around here for quite some time. Then he started shaking his head. “N-no. I will, I will walk. Thanks.” He turned on his heels and started walking away from me. Oh boy…

“Sir, that’s the wrong way. It will take you 40 minutes longer to reach the park.” I called after him, I feel so sorry that I had to say that. He must feel bad now. As he heard my words, he stopped walking. I can see how he breathed heavy and turned around. I tried to show him with a warm smile that I’m not laughing about him. Then I decided to offer some more help. “Do you want me to bring you there?” I asked as he walked in my direction. He shook his head. “Not.” He paused. “Not necessary.”

Then he walked past me, this time in the right direction. I stopped him by telling him how to get to the park. “It would be no problem for me. It is on my way anyway. But okey. If you turn the corner left there, you need to follow the main street until you come across a big red house. It has green windows. It’s ugly. You can’t miss it. There you turn right and at the bridge that goes over the river, you turn left again. Then there you can see the park already. You want me to write it down for you?” I asked as I can clearly tell by his look that he has no idea what I just said.

Then he let out another deep sigh. “I- Can you.” He paused again. Why is he so scared? I’m not even looking scary, or do I. “Can you show me please.” He said at his eyes looked right through my soul. They are so pretty. So full of life. But also, sad. He looks sad and scared. As our eyes meet I realised I stopped smiling, before he could even get more terrified, I smiled instantly again and said: “Sure. Yeah, I’d love to show you. Come on.” With this I started walking, so that we were next to each other.

As we walked past the ugly red house, I had to break the silence. We have been saying nothing. The whole time. It’s time to find out who he is. “So, you are not from here, right? Might I ask where you come from?” I looked to my right to see his reaction. He looked straight at the path and answered short. “Austria.” Quick and efficient, I thought. “That’s cool! I’d love to visit Austria once. For the alps for example.” Now he looked at me confused. Was he shocked that I didn’t ask about kangaroos? I hear it so often in my class, when the Austrian kids argue with others, and have to explain they don’t come from Australia. I chuckled.

As I looked back at him, I can swear I saw him smiling behind his scarf. He has so pretty eyes when he smiles. I tried to hold up something like a conversation. “You are visiting friends here?” To be honest, I wanted to know who or what soap was. It must be a person. He cleared his throat and spoke: “Yes. I- I meet some… Friends.” That sounded sad again. I decided to stop asking him anything more, as we crossed the bridge.

I stopped at the corner after the bridge. “Alright, there we are. There you can see the park sign. You should walk in the park, there is a little fountain in the centre. There you can let your friends know where to find you. The Park is quite big, so you could get easily lost.” I waved at him, as I turned the corner to continue my way home.

“Wait.” He spoke. I turned around at him and looked at his eyes once again. “So pretty” I whispered beneath my breath. Oh shit! I must have said that out loud, because he looked suddenly extremely shocked at me. I tried to pretend that this never happened. “Do you need anything else?” I asked smiling at him awkwardly. He only shook his head slowly. “Okey, then have a good-“ He cut me off, “No-o. I-I. I wanted to.. to ask. If y-you would. Would you like to give me your number?” he almost chocked while stuttering, but then he spoke a full sentence with a confident voice.

My smile grew bigger. “Yeah. I’d love to.” He gave me his phone, after I saved myself as ‘y/n, who lost the scarf’. His phone started ringing, ‘Soap’. The screen said. I gave his phone back and told him to call me. Or text me if it’s easier for him. He smiled at me, and I waved, while turning around making my way home. He then spoke on the phone: “Yes, I’m near the park. Yes, the right park now. I got some help. I’ll be waiting at the fountain. Okey, see you there.”

I smiled. He is cute. Making my way home, the snowstorm started to pick up. I will be covered in snow once I’ll be home. It was worth it. Thanks, wind, for make me lose my scarf.

#cod #call of duty #könig #cod könig #könig x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #fluff #könig fluff #koenig #its koenig or könig not konig #german is my first language #don't judge my grammar skills

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zeldaelmo · 7 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by my wonderful friend @bahbahhh.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

484,215

My goal for 2023 was to hit the 500,000 and I'm positive I'll reach it.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda, all games apart from Zelda I, II, and Minish Cap (because I haven't played them so far)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

How to name a royal child

Stolen Kisses

Strangers in the Night

It's in his Kiss

Flour, water, salt, yeast, love

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Uh... in theory, I do. I love getting comments but I often feel stupid saying ten times 'thank you' in a row, so I end up answering mostly when I have something to say.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would be Lonely at the Top. I don't really write angsty endings, but this one is hurt/no comfort as it tackles Link visiting the Light Dragon who doesn't even react to him.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm...I'm not too fond of the fanfic version of the perfect happy ending, namely, proposal, sappy wedding, and omg, twins!, mainly because I love the nuance life teaches us. What a happy ending for a fic and a character is, is so often much more different than the fairy tale version.

That being said, I'd still go with Strangers in the Night, just because the two worked so damn hard for their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hate is a big word, but I get negative comments and sometimes they are even personal, yes. Most people are lacking reading competence and/or don't understand how stories work. I mostly ignore those. Sometimes I complain on discord if it's very annoying. If someone insults me, I block.

I don't think that has to do so much with me, though. I have 1,346 comment threads on my stories. Of course, there are some idiots among them, that's life.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, occasionally. I think ten of 77 fics are explicit. Look, the thing is, I'm a story teller. So if the smut doesn't add to the story, I don't tell it. Rule of thumb is, that I keep it to a T-rating if possible to make the story accessible to most people. I only go for explicit stuff if I want to deliver some part of the character development/plot with the intimacy (or the lack of lol) that the smut offers.

Does that get me the most Kudos? No. But I'm not here for that or I wouldn't bother writing for 30 years old games. I'm here to tell a good story and have fun. :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. If you've read so far, I can tell you a secret as a reward: I find crossovers pointless. Ooops.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of! But I'd love to! Big fan of accessibility!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I've seen a few writing collabs end in fandom drama or otherwise go awry, so I decided that I only collab with artists. I might try with something short one day, but nothing novel-length.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Take a guess.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ah, so I have a half-written novel in my drafts. A story about writer!Zelda and fanartist!Link who are also princess and beloathed bodyguard. I'm very determined to go back to that one after I finished The Promise, but I'm a little scared. The story is complicated and my thoughts are chaotic. I already asked @mistresslrigtar to help me work it out next year, so I hope we'll manage.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and showing what's going on in the character's head who's not the POV character.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with simplicity sometimes, mainly because of the language barrier. I write something that's horribly complicated and I just know there must be a better way to put it, but I can't figure it out. Grammar is hard, lads.

I also have a weird relationship with descriptions. I love having characters interact with their environment but I loath big chunks of description. I plan to work on this during my traditional holiday self-study break.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This is a weirdly specific question, but ok.

If you don't happen to write a book that's supposed to teach beginners the other language, then don't. You might end up othering the person who's speaking and that's something you don't want to dabble with lightly.

I already talked about accessibility: You will exclude people from your writing and you don't want that just to sound cool. If you must for plot reasons, make otherwise sure everyone is on board. Slightly different case if you actively hide something from your readers (and other characters), but that's probably not the most common case.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

LoZ

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I refuse to answer this. 77 fics are too much to choose from. I love most of them.

tagging: @mistresslrigtar, @airplanned, @jenseits-der-sterne, @silentprincess17, @deiliamedlini, @skyyknights

#ask game

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d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g · 1 year

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hi i’m new to your blog and i read some of your writings and i like them! so! i’ve been in the obey me fandom for a long while, and i have a request for you 😘

also feel free to ignore or make the writings a bit short if you don’t have inspiration for it! i’m okay with that!

so my request is: asmo takes the mc shopping (your choice of what) and mc is rather hesitant to go with asmo bc asmo is known for getting the more expensive things and asmo reassures mc that it’s okay to treat yourself with the higher quality (and money—) things in life😌💞

(i keep repeating the name bc idk what pronouns you use for asmo 🤷🏽‍♀️ i just use “him” bc the game does but 🤷🏽‍♀️ )

Lmaooo I can relate to this 😭 ty for the request lovely <3

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫

┏━°⌜ it's okay to treat yourself ⌟°━┓

Alright so you love all the brothers you guys hang out with every day but these couple of days you were busy helping Lucifer with his paperwork (he appreciates your help) and so you always wanted to hang out with Asmo but you would always run out of time, and Asmo would get pouty and whine so you finally managed to find some time to go to the shops with Asmo, of course, Mammon wanted to attack his brother when he heard that, but you two managed to escape his wrath, anyway, you and asmo arrived at the store and there were so many cool items that just left you in awe, it kinda left you indecisive, but you thought I'd be better to pick out one outfit, or accessory beaches you were scared of spending too much money, Asmo, on the other hand, was paying for all this, it was his treat, so that's why you guessed that asmo was just picking up literally everything he liked, adding it to the basket. "Wow! Mc looks at these-" Before he could finish his sentence he just kinda looked at your basket, "What darling? You still just picked out one item? Asmo questioned placing the item that he had in his hand in the pink basket, "oh- no these items are incredibly gorgeous, but I don't want to spend too much money." you tried to explain to him biting your inner cheek, am so chuckled softly, approaching you and brushing away some strands of hair say from your beautiful complexion he loved and adored, "Darling~ this is my treat, you are supposed to spend as much as you want." blinking a couple of times you opened your mouth to say something again "but- wait are you sure?" you questioned cocking your head to the side "Yes! I'm sure okay, sometimes you must treat yourself!" smiling warmly asmo took you by the hand leading you further into the isle so you could look at other cool things, both of you went back to The House of Lamentation with 6 or 5 bags in your hands, and trying the stuff on in Asmo's room.

I'm sorry if this was short I tried to make it longer but I hope you enjoyed it <3

#obey me x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me fluff #Obey me #obey me asmo x mc #Obey me asmo x reader fluff

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forthedancingandthethriving · 8 months

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Arle: A moment in the sun sounds awful to me.

Arle: I would rather have a moment in the moon, the superior of the sky circles.

Shantae: .. please don't ever refer to them as 'sky circles' again.

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A!Andrew: If I'm dead, what are you doing here?

Aite: I forgot to give you an ass-whooping, so I came back.

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Saiko: There's plenty of fish in the sea. But you know what else there is? Trash. There is a lot of trash in the sea.

Meggy: Not sure if you got cheated on or you're just trying to raise awareness about pollution.

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SMG4, to SMG3: What’s in the suitcase?

SMG3: Vodka.

SMG4: You brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?

SMG3: No, there are mixers as well. Im not a savage.

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Root: Tired of everyone telling me I've 'lost too much blood' and 'need to go to the hospital'. It's my severe head injury not yours. Stay out of it.

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SMG4: Do you believe in true love?

SMG3: I believe you’re a true pain in my ass.

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Ozymandias: You punched me in the face!

Leto: You bit my tail!

Ozymandias: You punched me in the face!

Leto: YOU BIT MY FUCKING TAIL!

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Nimbus: Do I look nice?

Ambrosia: You look like you're about to set someone on fire.

Nimbus: Perfect.

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Cursor: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Lag: Possibly.

Cursor: When?

Lag: When you’re right.

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Ozymandias: 'Revenge' sounds so mean.

Ozymandias: That's why I prefer to call it 'returning the favour'.

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SMG10: Are you alright? you didn't sleep at all last night.

Tulip: I got a solid eight minutes.

Tulip: Not consecutively but still it is fine. You're not even that blurry.

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Vee: So... what’s going on?

Elanore: You want the long version or the short version?

Vee: The short one.

Elanore: Everything sucks.

Vee: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Ozymandias: How dare you mock me in such a manner!

Root: Well, then how would you like me to mock you? I take requests!

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Nimbus: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Tulip: I boiled gatorade.

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Laharl: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

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Abyssal: Sometimes, the best way to scare your opponent is just to walk straight at them menacingly. That way, they can't even tell you have a brain the size of a walnut.

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Root: *flicks out her tongue and tastes the air*

Lil Coding: Well damn, does it taste good?

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Leto: You have two choices. One: I fling you into a bottomless pit. Two: I curse you.

Queen Melody: Actually, there's a third choice.

Leto: There is?

Melody: Yes. I could beat you to a bloody pulp.

Leto: ...I see. And which of the three will you choose?

Melody: Guess.

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Tulip, to the Elanore and Tama: Remember to get something to eat, drink lots of water, and get plenty of sleep!

Ash: When was the last time you did any of that?

Tulip: This isn’t about me.

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Plurality, after arriving at the Mushroom Kingdom: Day one of eating every plant I see.

Plurality: Something bad is happening.

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SMG3, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with seven espresso shots?

Saiko, behind him: Fuck's sake, dude, just do cocaine.

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havendance · 1 year

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Live Fast, Die Young

AO3

Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters: Claire Clover (Gotham Girl), Cassandra Cain

Wordcount: 789

I was rereading Batgirl (1999) vol. 1 and started thinking about the parallels between these too Anyway, I'm still on vacation so you get some quick, barely edited fic. Takes place in rebirth only Cass is still Batgirl for reasons.

I'm trying to work my way up to writing more of Cass, so thoughts on her in this are appreciated.

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The cave was dark, but not empty. Claire could hear something, she thought she could at least. Maybe it was just a feeling. If she wanted, she could know for sure: burn a little power and she could hear the slightest sound. How much of her life would that take? A minute? Five? Batman— no Bruce, he wanted her to call him Bruce— he didn’t want her using her powers any more than hse had to. But. How much would it really do?

No. She shouldn’t. Claire called out instead. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

A piece of the shadows melted off and converged into a figure dressed in black, a bat outlined in bright yellow on her chest and her face completely covered by a black mask. She pulled off the mask to reveal a young face with short, dark hair.

“You’re Batgirl,” Claire said.

“Yes.”

“You’re working with Batwoman, aren’t you?” she asked, trying to remember what Batman had told her, back before the fear

“Yes,” Batgirl said again. “Needed something,” she nodded towards the back of the cave, where Batman kept his armory. “Who are you?”

“Claire, umm, Gotham Girl, I guess. I don’t know.”

Batgirl stepped closer. “I don’t know you,” she said. “You are new?”

Claire nodded. “I was— I was sick for a while, but I am.”

“Better now?”

“Yeah.”

Batgirl was studying her, analyzing her with that same focus that Bruce had. “Can you fight?”

“I can.”

“Want to?” She gestured towards the training ring.

“Umm, Batman’s still teaching me.”

Batgirl smiled. On a different person, it might have been cocky, but on her, it just looked confident, assured. “Scared?”

It was an obvious challenge, but that didn’t make it any less effective. Claire wasn’t scared. Not anymore. What was the point of everything Batman had done for her, of him going up against Bane, if she was still going to be scared. “No,” she said and stepped into the ring.

Batgirl walked in after her and took up a position across from her. She unclipped her belt and removed her gauntlets, and then, in a single languid movement, settled into a ready stance. She gestured with a single hand. Come at me.

Claire wasn’t useless in a fight. She’d trained in various martial arts for years with… with Hank. She wasn’t anywhere near Batman’s level though. Probably not at Batgirl’s either. She wasn’t going to be scared though, so, careful not to let the power out, she darted in and threw a punch

At least, that was what she was supposed to do. Instead, Batgirl moved impossibly quickly. Claire blinked and she was on the ground, Batgirl standing above her.

“I win,” she said

Claire picked herself up. “You’re good.”

Batgirl smirked. “I always win,” she said. And then, “Again?”

“You’d just beat me.”

Batgirl shook her head. “No. You were… holding back. Don’t need to.”

“No,” Claire said. “I kind of have to. I have… this power, but I shouldn’t use it unless I really have to.”

“Lethal?”

Her thoughts went to Hank, gone mad and wrecking the city. “It can be.”

A fist darted out and stopped just before Claire’s throat, too fast for her to even flinch. “So am I,” Batgirl said. She held it there for a second before drawing it back. “You can’t control it?”

“No, I can.” Most of the time. Unless she couldn’t control herself. “It’s less about that, and more what it does to me.”

“It hurts you?”

“Kind of.”

“Meta?”

Claire shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The question was clear on Batgirl’s face.

“It’s kind of a long story.”

Batgirl shrugged and sat down on the map.

Claire sat down across from her. “Me and my brother, we really admired Batman. We wanted to be like him.”

Batgirl nodded.

“So we trained and learned and tried to help people. And then we met someone and he said he could give us power. Strength, flight, super-senses. We could do anything, could be like superman, and all it would cost was burning some of our own life.” She shrugged. “Maybe it was a stupid deal to make. I mean, we were already helping people. Doing good.”

“Good,” Batgirl said. “Not perfect. You could do more, be better.”

“Yeah. Then would you have done it?” she asked. “If you had the choice?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. “What we do, we can’t fail.”

“No.” They failed and people died. “And I have these powers now. That means I should use them.”

“No holding back.”

“I know, I’m just…” Not scared. Claire wasn’t going to be scared anymore. She shook her head. “Thanks.”

Batgirl stood. “Next time,” she said with a smile. “Fight better.”

Claire returned the smile. “I will.”

#cassandra cain #claire clover #pairing up the randomest female bat characters #my fic #havendance writes #carthago delenda est #live fast die young #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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